Summerhall 296 AC.

Jon.

They were less than a day from it and both he and Rhaenix were nervous, this was where it had all almost ended. They had lost so much here and yet it was also where his father was born, where Duncan the Tall saved his grandmother and ensured his father was born. Among salt and smoke his father had been brought into this world and because of it, he'd believed himself to be the Prince That Was Promised.

Now according to everyone that was him, it was always supposed to be him, and not even death it seemed was going to stop that. Mya had shown him as much, Rhaenys agreed with her, and he'd seen the dragon fly over Summerhall, was it true? Was he inevitable as Mya said? And if so was he worth it? Sitting there under the bright light of the sun he questioned it, as he had since she'd spoken to him.

"What's on your mind, my king?" Arthur asked taking him from his thoughts.

"What?" he said shaking his head.

"There are times when I look at you and I see your mother, Jae, others when you are your father's son. Right now it's the latter, so speak, what's on your mind, my king?".

"I…Mya, the things she showed me, the things she said, it's...I don't know it's one thing being told you're some prophesized prince, it's another seeing it, being shown that no matter what, you were almost meant to be.".

"What did she show you?.".

"What do you know of Prince Duncan?." he asked.

"The Prince of Dragonflies." Arthur said with a chuckle "I know he married for love, that he gave up the throne for the woman he wished to be with." Arthur said.

"And?.".

"That he and so many more lost their lives in Summerhall.".

"He was supposed to be my grandfather." Jon said and Arthur looked at him oddly.

"How could that be?.".

"I don't know Arthur, but his wife, Jenny she was pregnant with the man who was supposed to be my father, Daeron Targaryen he would have been named, as would I.". Jon said sadly.

"But if, then how?" Arthur asked confused.

"I had to be born, when Prince Duncan when Jenny died, they switched me. I don't know how but they switched me.".

"And you believe this?" Arthur asked.

"I was taken away in the embrace of a dragon and then returned, that's what she told me. I saw it, Arthur, with Rhaenys, I saw it, I know how crazy it sounds, believe me, I do, but I saw it." Jon said softly.

"Saw what?.".

"I saw the dragon over Summerhall, over the Red Keep, over Casterly Rock and over the Tower of Joy. I saw a dragon being born, I was that dragon Arthur, Rhaenys was, Tyrion was.".

"You realize how that sounds?" Arthur said and Jon laughed.

"I realize more than you think. You think I don't wish to ignore all of this, that I don't worry I'm as mad as my grandfather was? Every day I find myself worrying about that, thinking of that, do you think me mad Arthur?." he asked his eyes on the knight.

"I don't know my king." Arthur answered and Jon was glad of the honesty.

"When you do give me a shout, I'd really like to know." Jon said as he got up and walked over to lay down, Arthur chuckling behind him.

Sleep though was hard to find that day, just speaking of what Mya had told him left it playing on his mind. In both lives he had lost his father and mother before he was born, almost as if that too was predestined. Prince Duncan had given up his throne for love, and while his father had hoped to keep his, had he not done the same thing in a way? Had he not basically thrown away what he was, to be who he wished to be, to be with who he wished to be with?.

"Love is the bane of honor, the death of duty. What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms ... or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.".

He woke up with a start, the voice reverberating in his head, a woman's voice and he wondered if it was his mother he'd heard or Elia, the words feeling somewhat familiar to him. As he threw some water on his face and stood by the small stream he tried to remember where he'd heard them before, it didn't take him long and he resolved to ask Oberyn to bring him a copy of Elia's letter when next they met.

"Are you well my king?" Arthur asked.

"I am, bad dreams Arthur." he said with a soft smile.

"I was thinking, Prince Duncan, you should speak to Barristan about him." Arthur said and Jon nodded.

"I will, you ready?." he asked.

"I am.".

With night just about to fall he climbed up on Rhaenix's back, the flight taking them only a few hours. Looking down on the keep he smiled to see it was exactly as he had seen it in his visions, Rhaenix seeming even happier as she looked at the large open space in the middle. She landed carefully and as he and Arthur climbed down Jon looked around.

They were in the middle of the castle grounds themselves, what he imagined had once been the Godswood, though it was empty now. It did however provide cover for Rhaenix and as he walked over and leaned in, he felt his sister's own feelings threatening to burst forward.

"Rhae?".

"I'm well little brother, tired, I wish to rest." she said her voice far softer than usual.

"I'm here for you." he said and she brushed up against him, not more than a moment later she'd closed her eyes and was asleep.

He and Arthur began to walk around the Godswood, no trees had grown here, there was little grass and very few flowers and plants, it was if life had decided to abandon this place. They walked into the crumbling ruins and as they did he suddenly got an image in his head, a silver-haired man sitting alone playing his harp, the stars shining above him.

"Arthur, did my father ever come here?" he asked.

"Alone, only alone my king." Arthur said and Jon smiled at that, he could understand not wishing to share certain things with others.

They entered a large room and he could see scorch marks on the floor, though no natural fire caused these. The stone itself had almost melted beneath them and he couldn't imagine just how much heat that would require. Harrenhal's towers had been blackened by Balerion's flames, but here the stone was almost glassy like and colorless.

Moving further into the room he felt as if he was walking among shadows, each time he blinked he could see them, those who had walked these halls before were all calling to him now. They kept walking, Arthur letting him lead the way and Jon not understanding why he desired to go this way and not that, or why he ignored this room while walking into a different one.

"Jae?" Arthur said but he barely heard him.

His eyes closed he listened to the music, the celebration, and the happy voices, following them as they danced, as they moved around the room. He saw his great, great grandfather Aegon the Unlikely sitting on a chair, saw Duncan the Tall standing to his right, he saw his grandmother speaking to the woman who could have been she, both of them heavily pregnant.

He moved closer and they began to move to another room, Jon hurrying after them in an attempt to catch them, to speak to them even though they were ghosts of the past. Entering the other room he saw a pyre and resting above it a number of dragon eggs, beneath it lay jars of a green liquid and yet his attention was drawn away from it. The man moved quickly and so he followed him, looking on as he began to spill green liquid around the edge of the room.

"Stop, what are you doing?" he shouted and for the briefest moment, the man and Prince Duncan looked to him.

The fire began then and as he looked on he saw the man try to run, his grey robe catching a flame and yet compared to others he was lucky, inside the room the green fire exploded. Prince Duncan grabbed his wife but the flames were too quick and were upon them before they could move. He looked to see Aegon covered in flame and followed as Duncan the Tall helped his grandmother from the room.

"You lad, watch her, I need to go back in." Duncan called out and Jon looked at him as if he was crazy "Now Lad, there's not much time, protect the princess." Duncan said and Jon moved and knelt down beside his grandmother.

"It will all be alright." he said and she smiled at him and reached her hand to his face.

"The innocence of youth, nothing will ever be the same after today." she said softly.

"Do you need anything?" he asked and she shook her head before she cried out in pain.

More and more people surrounded them and a woman knelt down and shouted for others to bring water and cloth, and he realized then that the babe was coming, his father was being born. Was this it? This the answer he sought? He felt torn, a part of him telling him to stay and another telling him to go back inside. It was that part he listened to and as he walked through the flames he felt no heat.

He found himself in darkness and as he looked around he saw it on the floor, the egg seeming to shine and he reached out to touch it, the warmth was dull but it was there. He turned and saw another and then another, moving through the room he found a chest and tried to open it to no avail. Looking up he saw the moon high in the sky, the light reflecting, and then it was darkness once again.

"Jae.".

"Jae.".

"My king?.".

He opened his eyes to see Arthur looking at him, his features showing both his concern and his relief. Reaching out he took Arthur's offered hand and stood up finding himself in the first room he had walked into. Arthur looked at him warily and even more so when Jon began to run, through one room and another until finally stopping, the hole in the floor barely big enough to fit someone and yet he knew it was there for him.

"Down there, Arthur, I need to go down there." he said and as he looked down he saw the reflection of the egg in the darkness.

Essos 296 AC.

Dany.

The cages they had made for the dragons were more for them to rest or hide than anything else, and once they left Volantis and were out on the road she released them. Both Rhaegal and Ellagon more than happy to be free to fly and soon she was laughing as they chased after and caught a bird in the sky. Shiera seemed more subdued and Sandor was ever watchful, but the road was empty and they rode unbothered.

Where they were going she had no idea, Kinvara giving them the vaguest of directions, they were to head east and that was it, nothing more to be said. Looking at the map that Benerro had given them, Dany couldn't see where Aegon and Jon Connington would go. There were cities out there, great cities, and small cities but why they'd go east made no sense to her.

Shiera too didn't seem too happy about it and despite what she said Dany knew there was something on her aunt's mind. She was however willing to wait until she brought it up with her herself, feeling that she owed her that much. The dragons would come in and rest ever so often, despite not liking the cages at all they would accept them, if only briefly.

"Here." Sandor said as they neared a small stream.

"It's still early." she said unhappy they were stopping.

"We may not find a place like this for a bit, there'll be fish in the stream, so we and the dragons can eat." he said and she nodded.

She joined Sandor in the water as he began to catch the fish, how he was able to do it was beyond her. Still, she tried to do the same as he and only ended up getting soaked, not enjoying it when he laughed or splashed her more than once on purpose.

"Stop it." she said as she spluttered and wiped her face.

"Stop what?" he said with a smirk.

"You know what you stupid fucker.". she said before she was splashed again "Right you asked for it." she said and for the next half hour they both spent their time just throwing water at each other.

"Come on, lets eat, I'm fucking starving." Sandor said eventually.

"You're always starving, you hungry…".

"Dany." she heard the warning tone in Shiera's voice and both of them laughed as they carried the fish over to the fire.

She found it almost as appetizing as the dragons did, Ellagon and Rhaegal both eating two each, Sandor also ate two, the big hungry fucker that he is she thought with a giggle. When she woke the next morning it was to break her fast on more fish and then to spar with Sandor, nothing too strenuous but just enough to keep in shape. Once they were finished and she'd washed they were off again, the dragons once again free to fly and happy to do so.

It seemed to be endless, they met some people on the road, and yet, for the most part, they traveled alone. What surprised her was both the dragon's growth and that they spent less and less time needing to rest, not that the cages were any use for them now. They had also moved on to larger prey, goats, sheep, ground hares, and when they ate birds one was no longer enough.

Each night though she'd find herself wrapped up with Ellagon and she'd look to see Shiera do the same, she'd talk to her, hear her chirp and occasionally hear a voice in her head. By the time they passed Mantarys the dragons were the size of small horses, the flames they could produce were hotter and burned for longer too. She had been looking forward to going into the town itself, thinking if Aegon and Jon Connington were anywhere out here, it would be there.

"No, we must move forward." Shiera said.

"Why, we could rest in there, a nice bed and a bath, they could be in there aunt.".

"If they are then they are dead, trust me, niece, we don't want to be seen here, especially not with dragons." Shiera said firmly.

"Sandor?" she asked and he nodded.

"I think Shiera is right, it's best we move on.".

"We move on then." she said glad to see the relieved smile on her aunt's face.

Since Volantis she'd been somewhat more willing to listen and do what others said, occasionally she'd argue and sometimes she'd need to bite her tongue, but she'd realized that other people knew more than her. If Sandor said something wasn't safe then she'd listen, if Shiera spoke of a place with more knowledge of it than she, then she really shouldn't argue. As they passed Mantarys though she felt a little reluctant, the idea of a warm bath was really appealing she thought, sighing when the city was out of view.

By the time they reached the ruined city of Bhorash they'd been traveling for a couple of moons at least, Dany having lost track of how long exactly they'd been out here. Instead relying on the fact that the dragons were now almost as big as the horses they rode, and her hair was now long enough that Sandor had stopped calling her a bald fucker. Apparently now she was fuzzy fucker and he delighted in rubbing his hand on her head and annoying her. Though she quite liked it too at times, not that she'd ever let him know that, annoying fucker that he was.

"What are you chuckling at?" he said as he rode up beside her.

"Nothing." she said chuckling more.

"Come, we need to get dinner." he said riding away.

"Shiera we'll be back in a bit." she shouted as she raced after him.

They didn't have too far to ride to and found the goats unattended, taking her bow she took down the first easily, the second was a little harder and the last almost got away. The rest of the herd had scattered and she jumped off her horse helping Sandor to put two in front of him, and one her, before they rode back. They enjoyed the night as both they and the dragons ate better than they had for a few days.

It was a few weeks later when it happened, she'd had a dream that night of a young girl being chased, the men wearing leather and carrying spears. The look of fear on the girl's face woke her up and as Dany looked around she felt they were close. She walked over to the tree Sandor slept against and woke him up, unsurprisingly finding him in a terrible mood.

"What they fuck?.

"We have to go now, she needs us." she said and he looked at her and then almost panicked.

"Shiera?."

"No, the girl, please Sandor, we need to go." she pleaded and he nodded before grabbing his sword.

After waking Shiera and once Ellagon and Rhaegal took to the air they began to ride fast. The night's sky was clear and the moon full as she rode and she felt they were close, as they came to a hill she knew it was to be here. When they rode over it though she found that they were alone with no sign of girl anywhere, and she was starting to feel foolish when she heard the scream.

Looking around she saw Ellagon and Rhaegal near a small shape on the ground and she moved quickly to it, seeing the panicked look on the young girl's face.

"You have nothing to fear, they won't harm you." she said and the girl didn't seem to believe her moving further away from the dragons "Shiera call them.".

"Rhaegal, Ellagon Naejot nyke sir." (Rhaegal, Ellagon, Come here) Shiera said and the dragons chirped before flying to her. Dany looking back to see her aunt stroking each of them and hearing their trills from where she stood.

"You are safe, we won't harm you, I promise." she said and the girl seemed to relax some.

"I, they, this one has never seen such things." the girl said.

"They are dragons, what is your name little one?" Dany asked reaching out a hand which the girl took.

"This one is called Missandei." the girl said with a soft smile on her face.

"My name is Daenerys but my friends call me Dany, Missandei.".

"Dany." the girl said smiling more now.

Highgarden 296 AC.

Margaery.

The preparations for Garlan's wedding took up some of her time, as did her own studies and she also tried her best to keep busy. Being with Sansa helped, they'd gone hawking again with her brother and Sansa had allowed Willas to show what a non warg could do. While not as successful as Sansa had been while warging, it still was most impressive and it left the rest of them unable to compete.

Her nights though were far longer than she wished and her dreams were not the ones she wanted. Once she'd fully recovered from her illness and felt sure she was strong enough again, she tried to repeat what had happened. While she knew it was unlikely the pin played any part it was all she knew that had happened differently that day, and so she pricked her finger once again and lay in bed and waited.

Sleep came, the dreams however did not, and she woke the next morning once again annoyed and frustrated. So much so that her grandmother practically demanded that she come spend the day with her. It didn't take long for the conversation to happen, she knew it would and in the end was glad of it, though not so much at the beginning.

"This is not like you Margaery." her grandmother said as they sat in her solar.

"What's not like me?.".

"This, mooning around, I know you're missing Jon, but you've been parted before, and will again.".

"It's different this time, harder." she said as she huffed.

"Why?.".

"We're married grandmother, my husband and I are married and I've spent only a few hours with him since we were wed." she said shaking her head.

"You shouldn't have married him then should you." her grandmother said and she turned to look at her.

"What?." she snapped.

"Had you actually given any thought into what you did, had he, then you'd have realized the folly of what you were doing." Margaery barely let her grandmother finish, standing up and moving to the room "Sit down at once young lady." her grandmother snapped.

She glared at her for a moment but it had no effect on her grandmother, her stare was far more practiced than her own. So reluctantly she walked back to her seat and sat down, sighing as she did so.

"Oh my sweet child, I don't mean to be so harsh. I know how you both feel about each other, it's why I was so happy when the match was made, so happy for you both." her grandmother said reaching out and taking her hand in hers.

"But I don't.." Margaery said and Olenna chuckled.

"I know, you're upset not so much by missing Jon, oh I know you do, but it's also because your brother is to be wed soon and you can see him having the wedding you did not. That's why I wanted you to wait sweetling, so when you and Jon were ready then you too would have that day.".

"I never, we never..".

"Thought, I know." her grandmother said and she chuckled with her this time.

Later as she, her mother, Sansa, and Mira along with her cousins were fitted for their dresses she felt somewhat better. Even more so that night at dinner and over the next few days she pushed herself more and more into her daily activities. Even her nights became better, her dreams returning and some she'd found to be far more interesting than others.

They were in the gardens when the letters arrived, one from Loras and one from Jon, Sansa looking on excitedly as she watched her take it. She wanted nothing more than to just open it, to tear it open and read it then and there, and yet she also wished to read it alone in her room. So she decided it for the best to read Loras's one out loud and to save Jon's for later, hoping Sansa would understand.

Marge,

I should be setting off within the moon, unfortunately, things are quite busy here and Lord Jaime and Lady Dacey won't be able to attend. So you'll be stuck with just me I'm afraid, I am looking forward to seeing you all even if it felt like just yesterday that I was there. Give my best to Mother and Father and to Garlan and Willas, and I'll see you and Sansa and all the rest in a moon or so.

Loras.

She felt both happy and sad at the letter, she had hoped the Lannister's would have come back, that Joy would have come at least. Though she knew that after her nameday and the Tourney that expecting people to come for the wedding also was a bit much. She also felt a little worried, as did Sansa, that Loras didn't mention Jon in his letter.

"Sansa, would it be, would you mind." she said and Sansa smiled at her shaking her head already knowing what she was about to ask.

"No, I understand, will you tell me afterward, what you can any way?." Sansa asked.

"I will." she said and placed the letter in her pocket.

She shared Loras's letter with her mother and grandmother and found out they had received a similar one from him and from the Lannisters. Then she spent the whole of the day just waiting for it to be time to retire for the evening, time seeming to almost crawl she felt until she found herself hurrying to her room that night. Once inside she lay down on her bed and opened the letter, smiling when she saw the handwriting.

My dearest wife,

I've been so busy since I came back, have had so much to do, and yet even filling my time can't make up for the fact that I long to be elsewhere, to be with someone else. There are moments throughout the day where I find myself reaching down and touching your favor, or when in my room I find myself holding gifts you've given me. I look at your picture and talk to it and find it a poor substitute for who I wish I was speaking to. Laying in my bed I think back to a night when I lay beside my wife. When I felt her arms around me and her head on my chest.

I wish it was all over, that we were just together and could live our lives, that we could have the future we deserve. I've never wanted the crown as much as I do right now, as I know once I have it then it's done. I can be with the woman I love, have the life I'm supposed to, and we never need to be parted by anyone's choice but our own. I miss you so much and think of you always, your smile, listening to your voice, and how I feel when I'm with you.

My heart no longer is mine and mine alone, it's yours, and I gave it to you freely and without hesitation. Look after it for me until we meet again and know that until we do I am less than I wish to be. Only with you am I the man I should be, the man I want to be, the man I could be.

I am no longer Just Jon because I'm no longer alone, it's not just me or just you, from now on there is only us.

Your Husband.

Rolling over on her back she looked at the letter once again smiling as she wiped her eyes, she leaned forward and placed a kiss on where he'd signed it and placed it on the table. Holding the pin in her hand she pricked her finger yet again and let the blood pool, and closing her eyes she hoped to see her husband in her dreams that night.

Casterly Rock 296 AC.

Tyrion.

He waved his uncle off, Jaime standing beside him as The Lion's Mane set out into the bay. Kevan not wasting any time and setting sail for Myr, as it was it would take him almost a moon to get there and who knows how long to negotiate with the Company of the Rose. Tyrion and Harys would take the reins in Lannisport, though Harys would do most of the work as Tyrion had other things in his mind.

Trying to figure out just what to tell her, how to even bring it up, was hard enough and despite all the reassurances he was still incredibly nervous to do so. He knew he'd fallen for her hard, everything about her interested him when he was with her, be it in bed, or just speaking to her, the world around him ceased to exist. So much so that Lygaron got angry with him for not spending enough time with him, actually huffed and refused to speak to him for a day or two.

He cursed Jon for not being there with him, as trying to placate an annoyed dragon was so beyond his capability. It was actually Sarella who managed to do so and when he heard what caused the upset, he both found it funny and it bothered him also. His dragon was jealous and so to make him less so Sarella had told him that Arianne would leave soon, while this had made Lygaron happy, it had the opposite effect on him.

"You hungry?" Jaime asked and he nodded, both of them walking to the tavern rather than riding back to the Rock.

"Where do you think they are now?" he asked Jaime as they strolled through the streets.

"They must have left High Heart, Summerhall maybe? How fast can they travel?." Jaime asked and Tyrion knew he meant how fast can a dragon actually fly.

"I've no idea, but faster than anyone else could I'd wager." he said and his brother laughed though it was a hollow one.

He knew Jaime worried, as did he himself, though how anyone could harm Jon on Rhaenix's back or with Arthur with him was beyond him. Still, he knew that as long as Jon was out there his brother wouldn't relax, and so he hoped they'd return within the time he'd said. After eating they rode back to Casterly Rock and he made his way to his solar before sending Satin to find Arianne, the boy coming back and telling him she was her cousins.

He sent her a note asking to meet him on the beach when she was ready and then prepared himself to tell her the truth. It felt strange to him, his family, Jon, they had been the ones to speak to him of who he was, what he was, while he had while accepting it, still never really said it to anyone. He'd called himself what it made him and spoken of his fears of what he was, but actually coming out and saying he was Aerys's son, he was a Targaryen, he'd not done yet.

In a way he didn't feel one, he was a Lannister and had always been a Lannister, his family saw him as a Lannister. Jon had said he was both and yet despite feeling the extra kinship with Jon that the blood ties brought, or with Lygaron, in a way he still saw himself as only a Lannister. A part of him feared he was about to lose that now, that once he spoke openly the truth he was about to become something he wasn't sure he wished to be.

"My lord, Princess Arianne has headed down to the beach." Satin said and he nodded.

"Where's Bronn?" he asked.

"He's given lessons to Walder and Jors my lord, Loras, and Brienne too.".

"Very well, why don't you head down to them Satin, I won't be needing you for the rest of the day." he said with a smile.

"Are you sure my lord?.".

"Aye, I'll see you on the morrow.".

Once Satin had left he got ready, walking far more slowly to the lift and taking it down to the vaults. The two guards at the entrance to the rooms nodding to him as he passed, he heard the voices of what he assumed to be Tyene and Sarella in one of the rooms and walked out onto the beach itself. Arianne was standing near the water and even from here he could see the curves of her body.

Her dress was both blowing loose in the wind and molded to her body and he had to shake the image from his head before he got to her, his mind needing to be focussed on what he had to say and do. Once he reached her she leaned down and kissed him, and he found he couldn't quieten that voice in the back of his head which said it would be the last time she did so.

"My lion wished to speak to me?" she asked her voice playful.

"I did, can we sit?.".

"Of course.".

They took a seat on a small dune and he once again took a deep breath, holding it in for some time before he breathed out slowly.

"There is something I need to tell you, something I've wanted to tell you since you arrived here." he said, and had he been able to look at her face he'd have seen the smile on it.

"Tell me?" she said excitedly.

"Do you know of the Maesters? Of what they did and why Jon did what he did with them? He asked catching her by surprise, her tone showing this was not what she'd expected him to say.

"I know some, my uncle said it was a conspiracy against the Targaryens." she said and looked to him to see if she got it right.

"It was, they wished to wipe the dragons and the Targaryens from the world.".

"They failed." she said with a small laugh.

"They did. But to do this, to ensure it was done, they placed Maesters everywhere, Sunspear, Casterly Rock, Winterfell, almost every great house and where they could not their strongest bannermen had a Maester that belonged to this conspiracy. Here Creylen played his part.". he said almost angrily.

"What did he do?." she asked and he felt her fingers on his face.

"My mother." he said and closed his eyes to compose himself "My mother's death wasn't an accident, they wished to see her die, her and the babe she carried.".

"Oh Tyrion, I'm so sorry." she said and she took her hand in her own, bringing it to her lips and kissing it.

"At first we believed that it was simply to help further antagonize my father, to take away the one person who he'd listen to, the one person he'd not wish to shame. While I was in Essos though Jon found out there was more to it, much more." he said and he felt his eyes water.

"Tyrion?.".

"Aerys was a man of many lusts, many desires, being a king he was used to getting what he wanted and it didn't matter to him how he achieved that." he said his breath hitching "My mother was one of those he lusted after, be it because of herself or that she was Tywin's wife, he wanted her and no one could stop him.".

"Tyrion, I..oh my lion." she said as she began to realize.

"Tywin Lannister was not my father, Aerys was, I am a child born of…"

He never got to finish, both his tears and the embrace she wrapped him up in smothering his words. Instead, he sobbed against her, perhaps the longest and hardest he'd cried since he'd found out the truth, and for how long he couldn't tell. Arianne though held him through it all, not once did she let go and when he finally began to calm down she wiped his eyes with her handkerchief.

"I wanted to tell you when you arrived, truly I did, but I wished to see you, to be with you and I didn't want to..., I hoped I..., I understand that this changes things." he said shakily.

"What?." she asked confused.

"This, it changes things I know, I'm sorry Ari." he said and as she looked at him he couldn't place her expression.

"Changes? what changes? Am I to feel differently about you over your father, you think Aerys is worst to me than Tywin?" she asked almost angrily "After what Tywin did to my family, you think anyone could be worse than he?.".

"No.".

"No, Aerys was a mad man, he too caused my family great pain and suffering, but it was Tywin Lannister that my father blamed, that my uncle blamed, that I blamed and yet I am with you despite this. So why would this change things between us?" she asked and he looked to her, she was angry with him and he wasn't sure why.

"I am a child born of rape." he said.

"Yet you are the same man I allowed in my bed last night and the night before, the same man who moves my heart like no other. Do you really think so little of me that you think who your father was matters to me, is that who you are? Are you with me because my father is the Prince of Dorne?.".

"No..".

"Then why would you think that I'm with you or would not be with you based on who your father is?.".

He realized it then, the anger, it wasn't directed at him over who he was or who his father was, she was angry at him because she thought he was suggesting something he was not.

"I never thought that based on you Ari, I thought it based on me." he said.

"Explain it to me?." she said her voice almost pleading.

"All my life I've been what I am, a dwarf, a Lannister, people see me for how they wish and I knew that and dealt with it. I was never to be a fit consort for a highborn lady despite my status." he said and he raised his hand when she went to speak "And then I met a beautiful princess who didn't seem to care." he said.

"I don't." she said determinedly.

"But you too knew me for who you thought I was, and now I find that is a lie, I'm not that man, I'm someone else.".

"So you worried I'd reject you?.".

"I did, not because of you Ari, because of me, because of how I've felt all my life, because of how I feel about you.".

"How do you feel about me?" she asked the excitement back in her voice now.

"I love you." he said looking down at the sand.

"Good, I love you too my lion, or is it my dragon now." she said and when he looked back up at her and saw the smile on her face he found he didn't care.

He wished for nothing more than to just ravish her there and then and he could see that she too was eager, but there was something else he needed to do. So he stood up and reached out his hand to help her up, once she was they began to walk to the cave. Lygaron was awake and Tyrion wondered if the dragon had felt his emotions, was he the same as Rhaenix was with Jon in that regard?.

Though that was truly a matter for another time, he walked over and leaned in and felt the dragon's joy at both his presence and the calm that was in his heart now.

"This is Lygaron, my dragon." he said as Arianne gasped.

Essos 296 AC.

Sandor.

The girl was a slave and a runaway and according to Dany and the girl herself, there could be people coming after her. Sandor found that abhorrent, that a girl this age was a slave was not unexpected, this whole place ran on slaves. The reason that she'd run though sickened him and he hoped the people who owned her turned up, he prayed for it really.

Once she'd calmed down and eaten. the girl Missandei, told them that she belonged to a man named Kraznys mo Nakloz, one of the Good Masters of Astapor. She was a scribe, used to translate for the master and to help him sell the unsullied to those who spoke different languages. They'd been visiting Meereen and one of the Great Masters had taking a liking to her, and she'd overheard Kraznys agree to sell her to him. What the man wished to do to her sickened him and even as beaten down as Missandei was she had run and run far.

"Is she asleep?" he asked when Shiera came and sat beside him.

"She is, Dany is next to her.".

"Good, they will come on the morrow." he said and she nodded.

"The unsullied are formidable Sandor, if they send enough we don't stand a chance." Shiera said worriedly.

"You, Dany and Missandei can hide among the rocks there, Dany with her bow can take out some and I can handle the rest.".

"The dragons will help too." she said and he nodded.

"Go get some sleep, I'll keep watch." he said and she stood up and placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Be safe." she said softly.

He saw them in the distance the next morning a dozen men carrying spears and one on a horse, they were moving fast and he knew it would only take an hour or so before they reached them. Waking up the girls he hated the look of fear on Missandei's face, no girl of that age should ever feel that way he thought and resolved to take that fear away. Sending Dany to the rocks he told her to wait for his single and then Ellagon and Rhaegal took to the sky, both dragons ready if needed and so they waited for the men to come closer.

When they arrived he saw them more clearly now and he felt the doubt begin to rise, there was more than he thought, twenty not counting the man on the horse and the odds were way against them. Dany could take a few and he a few more and he hoped the dragons could take the rest, closing his eyes he stood firm and waited for someone to speak.

He didn't speak the broken Valyrian that most spoke in Essos, knowing only some words and so after the man had spoken for a few minutes he chuckled having understood none of it.

"What the fuck did you just say?" he said laughing.

"Girl, come this way, you give." the man said then in the common tongue, broken though it was.

"Fuck off." he said and watched as the man took the small whip in his hand and moved it, the unsullied raising their spears.

"You give or you die." the man said and before Sandor could move the arrow flew catching the man in his throat.

He reached down for his sword at the same time as the screeches of the dragons began, the noise of the man falling to the ground lost among the other sounds. The unsullied had formed into a group, their spears out and the formation impenetrable and he hoped the dragons could do what he could not.

"Mossador, Marselen, Iōragon Ilagon." (Mossador, Marselen, Stand Down) he heard Missandei say as she and Dany moved out from the rocks.

He cursed them both, Shiera too when she moved also and was thankful that Dany at least still had her bow trained on the men. Missandei walked over to the man on the ground and he stiffened when she got close to the unsullied, though no man moved to stop her or grab her. Instead, she bent down and picked up the small whip and brought it to Dany, handing it to her and nodding.

"Dovaogēdy iōragon ilagon." (Unsullied stand down.) Dany said and yet no one moved "Dracarys Ellagon." Dany said and the flames lit up the sky.

"Dracarys Rhaegal." Shiera said a moment later and the green dragon did just as his sister had.

"Dovaogēdy iōragon ilagon." (Unsullied stand down.) Dany said once again.

"Mossador, Marselen, Iōragon Ilagon, rȳbagon kostilus." (Mossador, Marselen, Stand Down, listen please) Missandei said and Sandor relaxed seeing them lower their shields.

"Missandei Iksis dāez kostā umbagon lēda zirȳla." (Missandei is free you can stay with her) Dany said "Iā kostā jikagon arlī naejot se āeksia, nyke epagon ao naejot iderēbagon" (Or you can go back to the masters, I ask you to choose).

"Umbagon ." (Stay) one of the unsullied said.

"Umbagon ." another quickly added.

"Umbagon ." the rest said as one.

He watched as Dany stepped forward, the whip in her hand and her bow on her back, she threw the whip down a few feet from the unsullied and Ellagon flew close to it.

"Dracarys Ellagon." she said and the whip was then covered in flame "Hen bisa tubis iksā dāez vali, aōha vējes iksis aōhon se aōhon mērī." (From this day you are free men, your fate is yours and yours alone.) Dany said and even Sandor was moved by the powerful way she said so.

Mossador and Marselen it turned out were Missandei's brothers and the leader of the group was a man named Grey Worm. Missandei having explained to them how the names of the unsullied were chosen and how they were changed regularly, Sandor feeling a chill run down his spine at that thought for some reason. You were who you were, having someone else tell you that you were not, disturbed him.

They ate horse that night, Missandei couldn't ride and the unsullied were foot soldiers and so they killed the horse and shared it amongst themselves. The dragons flying off to hunt their own food. With Meereen and Slavers Bay out of the question now, they headed North towards the Dothraki Sea, Sandor feeling more comfortable with the escort they had with them.

Missandei sat in front of Dany on her horse, he and Shiera on theirs and behind them the twenty unsullied marched, the dragons flying ahead of them. They would keep close to the river for now, though soon they'd be leaving it behind and yet Sandor couldn't help but feel they were traveling in the wrong direction.

Summerhall 296 AC.

Arthur.

The tale that Jae had told him disturbed him for a few reasons, not only did it sound crazy, mad, and that would have been enough, but how he spoke of it reminded him far too much of his father. His initial observations of his king were that he was both his parents, Rhaegar's seriousness and Lyanna's ability to have fun, on some occasions though he showed what to Arthur were some of Rhaegar's worst traits.

At times he could seem obsessive, driven, only not in the direction he would prefer him to be focussed on. Instead, like his father, it was prophecy and things that Arthur didn't understand that Jae's mind would turn to. Where it not for Jaime and Walder, or for what he'd seen Jae do himself then he may have found himself doubting him far more than he did. Yet still, at times, he found the doubt to be almost overwhelming, almost threatening to be the only thing on is mind.

Listening to him speak of what he and Mya Rivers had spoken of, seeing him collapse in the middle of the ruined hall and then watching him frantically run and point to a hole in the ground, his doubt was once again threatening to make his choices for him. In the end, he was glad it did not, sitting with Jae around the fire and looking at the eggs he couldn't believe it, and he dared not imagine what was in the chest.

"How do you think you're to open that Jae?." he asked as Jae looked at the chest.

"It's not to be opened here Arthur." Jae said confidently.

"How do you know?." he asked.

"I feel it, this is not the place, the magic's not right." Jae said as he held one of the eggs in his hand.

"And them?." he asked pointing to the three eggs.

"They live Arthur, but they are not for me." Jae said and moved over to him allowing him to touch the egg.

He felt the heat but it was cooler, easier for him to touch and the life that moved inside it was duller, lesser in some way. As he watched Jae put the scarlet egg beside the others, the bright blue and the deep indigo, he wondered who they were for if not his king, he didn't need to wait too long for the answers.

"They are for who follows Arthur, my children, my children's children, I do not know which, but I know they belong to them, I can feel them in my head, whispering, not yet, not yet." Jae smiled.

"How did you know about them?.".

He told him then about what he'd seen and done and Arthur once again found the whole thing to be mad, crazy, and when Jae laughed he began to worry a little.

"I know what you're thinking Arthur and I'm glad for it truly, you need to be wary, Jaime, Tyrion, we all do, but I..this thing, it's not madness Arthur I see that now, it's a gift." Jae said and Arthur looked at him confusedly.

"Jae?."

"I saw my grandmother Arthur, I felt her hand against my face just as I did Rhaenys's hand many years ago. I've seen my mother, my father, my brother and other mother, it's not the same as if they were here with me but I've seen them, how can that not be a gift?.". Jae said with a soft smile on his face.

When darkness came he joined Jae on Rhaenix's back, the dragon pleased to leave as much as he was, though he wondered if she was as nervous of their destination as Jae or him. Way too soon he saw the Red Mountains beneath him and then the Prince's Pass before finally he saw it in the distance, they landed in the mountains though, Rhaenix seeing a herd of goats and a cave and taking full advantage of both.

He and Jae too ate goat that morning and as Rhaenix slept in the cave Jae hid the eggs behind her, but when they left he carried the chest with him. It took them almost three hours to walk the distance to the Tower itself, he and Jae alternating between carrying the chest, Arthur found himself surprised by the lightness of it. When they finally reached the outskirts of the tower and he could see the graves in the distance he needed to stop.

"Are you well?" Jae asked.

"A moment my king." he said before composing himself and walking forward.

Tower of Joy 296 AC.

Jaehaerys Targaryen.

They stopped at the graves and both he and Arthur paid their respects, Arthur showing him which was Gerold's and which belonged to Oswell, Jae thanked them for what they'd tried to do for him and hoped they'd found peace in the next world. He told Arthur that he would see the remains brought back to the Red Keep when he was crowned, see them buried beside their brothers as all fallen Kingsguard should be.

Arthur insisted on checking the tower first, making sure it was empty before he went inside and he allowed him, taking a seat at the bottom and looking at the chest in his hands. Whatever was in it would be opened here, he felt it, knew it, and he could feel a sense of excitement at it, at the thoughts of it. This was for him, it was always supposed to be for him.

When Arthur came down and said it was safe to go forward Jae asked to go alone, he needed to see it for himself, to experience it alone and he felt close to breaking down as it was. Arthur was already worried enough about him as it was, should he see that too then Jae shuddered to think what he'd feel. Reluctantly he allowed him to go alone and so he walked up the stairs slowly, reaching the door and opening it with his heart in his mouth.

The woman was laughing and japing, running as she was chased by a silver-haired man, their voices echoing throughout to tower. At the table sat an older fair-haired man wearing armor, his expression playful though his voice was grumpy as he complained. In the corner stood Arthur younger and happier than he'd ever seen him. The woman hiding behind the two knights, first Oswell and then Arthur, the man laughing as he moved towards her.

"Ser Arthur, your prince commands you to move." his father said his voice light.

"I cannot my prince, my princess requires my protection." Arthur said as behind him his mother stuck her tongue out.

"Abandoned by mine own Kingsguard, a poor prince am I." his father said with a chuckle.

"it's your own fault Rhae, I warned you what would happen." his mother said.

"That you did my love, very well, I concede, you win." his father said.

"You should get used to it my love." his mother said as his father and both knights laughed.

He moved further into the tower, the steps leading up calling to him, and soon he came to a room he dared not but knew he must enter. Opening the door he prepared himself for what he may see and then he walked inside.

They lay on the bed, her head laying on his father's chest, his father's fingers brushing through her hair. Both of them were completely at ease, fully relaxed as if they didn't have a care in the world. They spoke, laughed, kissed, and lay just comfortable with each other.

The tears were in his eyes when he opened them, the room blurry because of it but he could see what he needed to see. The sheets had been removed, the mattress though had not and as he moved around the room he began to see other things. Little drawings carved into the wall, a small wolf cub, a man, a woman, and a babe, a young boy. He brushed his fingers over them and knelt down to look more closely, seeing it then out of the corner of his eye.

It must have been kicked under at some time, the small wooden figure leaning against one of the legs of the bed. Placing the chest on the ground he squeezed underneath and finally was able to reach it. The wooden wolf was small and white, where they'd managed to find a piece of Weirwood he had no idea, but as he looked at it, as he saw the red eyes he began to cry fully now.

How long he lay there under the bed he knew not, eventually though he squeezed back out and stood up. Reaching down to his belt he took the knife and began to cut the bloodstained mattress, grabbing a piece before walking back to the chest and picking it up. He walked to the door and stood there for a few more moments, closing his eyes he was happy to see the image of his father and mother laying happy together, and then he left without looking back.

"Did you find what you need?." Arthur asked and Jae could see that the knight was still a little upset by the place they were in.

"I did, I need a flame Arthur." he said and Arthur nodded, grabbing some wood and some taking out his flint.

While Arthur lit the wood Jae placed the chest on the ground on top of the bloodstained piece of the mattress. Taking his knife out once again he cut his palm and let the blood drip over the chest, before tying the wound off with a handkerchief. Arthur walked over with the piece of burning wood and he took it off him, leaning down he held it to the mattress and watched as it caught fire.

"Now we wait." he said and Arthur nodded.

The mattress, the blood, the chest, all of it or none of it, he wasn't sure, but the flames rose far bigger than they had any right to. They burned far brighter than they should and then they were gone the mattress had burned away to nothing but the chest itself was unburnt.

"Did it not work?" Arthur asked.

"It worked." he said as he moved forward and opened the chest, he reached in a took out a small pendant, the three-headed dragon wrought in gold and rubies, though it was the other item his hands moved to quickly.

"Is that?" Arthur said as Jae held it in his hand.

"The Crown of the Conqueror." Jae said as he held the Valyrian steel circlet in his hands "My name is Jaehaerys Targaryen and this is my crown.".

A/N: Thanks to all who've read and especially those who've reviewed. Up Next Kevan meets the Company of the Rose, Cat receives a letter, a princess says goodbye, Dany meets a powerful man, Griff tries to tame a dragon and Jae makes a stop off before heading back to the Rock.

Badwolf: Really glad you liked it.

Jman: So glad you enjoyed it.

Paulies: One of the things you must remember with Doran is while he's plotting, he hasn't actually done anything yet, he spends most of his time in canon plotting and yet very little happens, so here he's running through various scenarios in his head. We'll see about Jon C.

Daryl Dixon: So glad you liked it.

Penmaster: I think this is the Stannis we'd have gotten if he got Joff sent to him, he'd not tolerate him at all.

Supremus: So glad you're enjoying it.

00nighteyes: Thank you so much, glad you liked it.

Spartan: Roose is so untrustworthy, even if he's being trustworthy lol. We'll see more of Dom soon, as for Vis it'll be explained in the next couple of chapters I think, three/four max. Bloodraven will be popping back again and again, he's kinda like that lol. Don't wear yourself out.

Gajeel: We'll see more of that next chapter when they try and train Sandorix. Joff is just a bully, it's kind of inferred in canon that both Myrcella and Tommen suffered because of him. Doran can't help plotting it's kinda who he is as for Cersei, she's not recovered from the mental break a few chapters ago. On the Visions some are more a sense of things to come and one or two more important than that, Kinvara though will be stopping off somewhere to discuss them so you'll get some clarity soon. Ned is realizing that it's time he did what he wanted, rather than what others want him to do.

Biohazard: Really glad you liked it.

Dirtycat: The dragon being stolen is kinda to stop Jon/Dany meeting before the right time, R'hllor kinda in a ways facilitated the theft, Jon is so focussed on his own path that other than Dany being safe, he's not really seeing her, as for when they meet, it'll be while Dany has a few things to do in Essos before she travels west.

Princess Loki: I'm still yet to see a bad Davos portrayal, he's just the best.

Zyrus: Jenny is totally about that, in this story as you see above I've given my own take on it. Ned is realizing he can do what makes him happy too, as for Davos/Stannis no way Joff was ever going to be allowed look down on Shireen there.

Creativo: Exactamente, los Griffins están extintos por una razón, en cuanto a NK lol, eso sería un poco divertido, sí, adelante, mata al hijo de puta.

Grammaton: So glad you liked it.

Anja: really glad you enjoyed it.

Remi: It's not Oberyn, and it was a wolf covered in ravens, so yes Bloodraven's crows. Kinvara switched the cloth to pretend there was no magic in fAegon's blood, there is as he's a Bfyre, just not the same amount as Dany, Tyrion, or Jon would have. We'll see who the last rider is in a bit.

Ashay: On fAegon, here he's a Bfyre, Kinvara knowing there was some magic in his blood switched cloths so that Dany wouldn't begin to doubt herself. On the Dragonriders it will be shown, four are known or should be, one to come. With Domeric, he'll be heading West in a bit and Jon will speak to him, hopefully, that'll clear it up. As for Bloodraven, think of him like Dr. Strange, he's been looking for a winning solution.

Puffs: We'll see a couple of more Bloodraven things over the next few chapters. On the Dragonriders four should be known by know, this chapter may have cleared it up even more. We'll be seeing Richard and Ramsay in a bit. Ned is finally doing what he wants.

Lady Octarina: The mental break she had when learning about Jaime's marriage she never really recovered from, so it's kinda like she can function and be alright but when stressed the brain fails, so Joff being taken from her leads to how she was there. He's still a psycho, the cat's thing still happened, what is possible is that he could be a bit more competent, but then again he could also just hold bigger grudges. On Jon C, it's' again that wishful thinking, he may eventually realize but it could be that by then he's too far gone. Yeah with fAegon I always wanted to use the blood for something else so a little sleight of hand by Kinvara, she has her own role and is on the move now. We'll see more of Illyrio chapter after next it'll be far more clear. Domeric a couple more chapter and he'll be in the west.

Dunk: As I said before I try to change things up so yep he's the villain in this one, while he's a good guy in another, We'll see Kinvara speak to someone on the visions and some be cleared up. That's one of the problems Ned has, with them all gone he kinda needs ol Benjen to keep coming back, there is a reason why for this also, we kinda need papa and mama wolf to have some time together. On Cersei she's slipping, Doran plots its who he is, he is though very hesitant to take action so some of what he plots will change before he actually moves if you get me, new info and all that. We'll see fAegon try and tame Sandorix next chapter, I wanted with the name to show a difference both in the unoriginality and the fact that with Jon/Dany it's family they thought of for names. Dom we'll see in the west soon.

Guest: That's one of the things, he kinda knows about the other dragon but while he's not forgotten he's thinking that Jon only controls one, and since that one is Rhaenys then he can fix that. You're right though he's so wrong about Rhaenys's loyalties. This is also part of showing that he doesn't see Jon as either really a Targ or tied to his blood say how Oberyn does. Also not seeing Rhaenix for himself.

If he asked Oberyn he'd find out very quickly just how wrong he is.

I won't go too much into Shiera but I will say that yes she can have children and when she arrives it will be as Shiera Seastar, there will be no pretense of her being anyone else.

Guest: Doran is as you say deluded, Oberyn knows how Rhaenys feels, Doran is basing his idea on something ridicules. As for Sandorix, I won't say much only that it won't be hugely drawn out. The Illyrio plan will be clear in the next like three or four chapters max as for Dom we'll see him soon.

Krzaysage: We'll see with Arya as for Dany she's following canon in a different way kinda, she won't get tied down as she did in canon but may hit some of the same points in different ways a little like this chapter. We'll see the COTR next and Kevan negotiating with them.

Andrews: I'm like that myself, sometimes you want to see the struggle and sometimes you just want the fun almost action movie vibe, A good Jon revenge post season 8 story is kinda like that.

Vfsnake: Joff is luck he kept his hands to himself, Stannis took Davos's knuckles for smuggling, he'd have taken far more from Joff lol. A dragon is not a slave no, we'll see some Lannister payback for what the conspirators did soon.

Anarchichmind: With Illyrio his plans are going exactly how he hoped, so we'll see if that continues, Doran just plots, he'll change with the wind and more info. I like Bloodraven as both, I mean I can see Bran being a dick who corrupts what the TER is and being a bad guy and I can see an evil Bloodraven, here he's evil and in another of my stories, good. There are a couple of small folk povs coming up but more in line with the changes in Westeros, but I may do something similar to that also.

Battlemage: I agree, huge Davos fan we'll be seeing more of him and he maybe meeting some of our main characters soon. Shireen deserved so much better, though given she's alive in the books I do wonder what her fate will be, Stannis is kinda harder as there is really only one way he can go here. Cersei is almost perfectly described here by you, she's exactly all of those things, she considered herself far smarter than she was and Tywin's own thoughts of her are clear. Here she's added to the fact of losing her mind also.

On Faegon, he is apart from not being a psycho a mix of all those yes, it's more arrogance and entitlement allied to not really having to have lived, he's been sheltered and so it doesn't allow him to care and as he grows he's being given more freedom and knowing what a king is, however, no one is there to tell him he's wrong. Jon, Marge, other character they have people around who'll question and who they believe in/respect enough to listen to, he doesn't. Even Dany is starting to see that with Sandor and Shiera.

One of my big problems with Ned in canon and this is in relation to Jon mainly, is that if he actually did go to try and make a move for the throne, he's on one of the best positions of all, he could have gained so many allies, by weddings, alliances, etc, instead he does nothing. Anyway, we'll see with Rickon, but yes that isn't a bad idea for a fic.

The line between making the visions mean something and just being clearly made up is a hard one, we'll see Kinvara speak to someone and that'll clear some of them up, but I wanted them to be almost able to be worked out, but not fully.

On the last we'll see, my plan for this has always been to set up a lot of the WW/NK things, and then when we get to where they would continue to see what people think, a sequel focussed on that and what comes next or just a follow on here in this story, but we're still a bit away from that so we've time to see.

Silentmayhem: We'll see, Cat's reaction is next and Ned will receive his responses soon.

Jessicanightmarewolf: Rickon now has a better than even chance of being able to zig-zag his way into things, as for Sandorix we'll see them try next.

Sovietgod: On Viserys it's not fully as you think it is.

Aussiekay: It's nice to be able to show some of the other events and almost gives a little break from the main story, even if its all connected.

Xand007: Thanks my friend, oh they wouldn't fall for it, Richard already knows it was Illyrio/Jon A, so this is just Illyrio not realising the extent of what the Lannisters know, we'll see Kevan give the orders next and the Lion's biting soon after. Illyrio's wealth is astronomical, I always wonder just how rich he's supposed to be but he can Hire the GC so that says a lot, you're right though cut their funding and they have no power. Dom was always seen as better sort and you're spot on with Joff, there's only so much you can do. FAegon will try and tame the dragon next.

Xanmerrick: Thanks my friend: Davos standing for Shireen I couldn't have him send him away, I did think of it just as an idea, but I wanted to show that despite everything Stannis when it comes to Shireen always kinda cared in is own way. On Jon C and Faegon we'll see if they learn that lesson, Doran plots it's what he does, luckily for him he's not acted yet. Jon and Dom will meet up soon and Kinvara has two roles to play, two places she's going.

Mrspotter: Really glad you liked it.

Bellaswan: Oberyn if he finds out what Doran is up to will not take kindly to it, Robert despite everything I don't think he'd set Cersei aside, I think the line is too tight for him, so unless there was a big advantageous marriage to be had, he'd keep her IMO.

Liza: Thanks, my friend. The GC was just Illyrio's way of telling Jon A he had their ear, he never really wished to use them, the IB thing is Illyrio covering himself, letting Hoat think it's the IB rather than him. I have more plans for Myrcella/Tommen, they won't end up like canon, as for Cersei she's slipping, even more, we'll see if her new KG can make her feel better. This is a different Myranda, Myranda Royce, the daughter of the steward of Eyrie. With Doran it's a lot like that yes, he thinks only in terms he really shouldn't logically there are better things he could be doing. With Ned it's more that given Arya and Bran's age, Sansa and Robb being away, he's waiting to make the full-on decision before he told them, he doesn't want them pissed at Elle or over-excited until it's all guaranteed, even though he's pretty much decided.

I get that with the Red Priests, it's a little of the God's working in mysterious ways, Kinvara played the mummery because she was told to, in a way its both a good thing and a bad thing, but either way, it's one of those things that should it come out you'd not trust them ever again. Be safe and stay well my friend.