Not in Chronoligcal order.

Highgarden 296 AC.

Garlan.

He was happy, joyful even, standing with his two brothers, his father looking at him proudly as they welcomed Leonette's family to the keep. Leonette's parents, then her uncle Ser Jon Fossoway and his aunt Janna, and then Lady Jeyne and his uncle Ser Gunthor. He knew his father was miffed that the wedding wasn't bigger, he knew that he had wished the whole realm to come celebrate this day.

Garlan though was much happier with who had, though as he looked to his Margaery he found himself missing someone who had not. When Jon had arrived a few weeks ago he had seen how his sister's mood had improved greatly, later finding out from Willas the reason for it. He had chuckled at the thought of how his grandmother would have felt when she found out, married in front of a tree, given the pomp and circumstance of his own wedding that seemed like a good alternative to him.

Not that he would deny Leonette the wedding she deserved or wished for, she had made him far happier than he had ever thought he could be, it was up to him to do the same for her. Once everyone had made their introductions and he was told there would be no one else arriving for some time, Garlan did what he usually did to relax, he headed to the sparring yard with Loras keen to join him.

"A spar brother shouldn't you change?" Loras asked.

"By the seven Loras, it's bad enough I hear that from grandmother, you too?." he said with a laugh.

"I wouldn't want to mark your beautiful clothes, brother." Loras said with a grin, a grin he was so keen to knock off his face.

The spar was far easier than it should have been, whether it was Loras not wishing to mark his clothing or that Garlan himself was a little piqued at some of his previous spars, he couldn't tell. Loras though took the loss in good spirits and even brought him the mug of water to drink afterward.

"You were a demon out there brother." Loras said as they sat and drank.

"I had to be, you and your friends are far too good,." Garlan said.

"You sparred against Jon when he was here?" Loras asked.

"No." he said turning around to make sure no one was near them "Ser Arthur" he said a moment later a smile on his face as he thought of it.

A few weeks earlier.

Despite Jon spending his time with Margaery or Sansa, or even with his grandmother though he could understand that. Garlan hoped for a spar, he dearly wished to gain his revenge for the loss he suffered during the tourney. To say Jon had improved was an understatement, he had thought he had him at one point, only to then find himself yielding and looking up stunned at the sword that was pointed to his neck. That they had sparred far away from everyone had made him ask Jon why he'd not faced him in public.

"You know why Ser Garlan." Jon said formally as always.

"You don't wish them to know just how good you truly are?.".

"It's one thing winning tourneys against people my own age, should I beat someone of your renown people would speak. I don't wish them to speak too much, not yet." Jon said.

"Well, one day I can tell people I fought against a king, I'll want a rematch Jon, next time you're here.".

"Then you shall have it Ser." Jon said with a smirk as he looked to Ser Daemon.

It was now time he felt for that rematch and so seeing Jon and Ser Daemon he asked and saw Jon look to the knight as he walked with them to the sparring yard, grabbing two swords Jon handed him one and Ser Daemon the other.

"Jon?".

"Follow me Ser Garlan, consider this a gift for your wedding." Jon said and Garlan smirked at the cocky look on Jon's face, eager to wipe it off.

They walked through the gardens, deep into them before coming to one of the enclosed ones. Garlan looked at the helmed knight and saw Jon nod, so he took up his stance and readied for the spar. Ser Daemon though didn't move instead he just waited for Jon to give him the nod.

"Best of three Ser Garlan?" Jon said and Garlan nodded nervously.

He'd not seen Ser Daemon fight, not seen how good he was with a blade, and facing the unknown was much harder than those you had experience against. It was why despite the public nature of his own sparring in Highgarden (something he just couldn't get away from no matter how hard he tried) he never competed in tourneys, just like Jon in his way Garlan too was keeping his skill a secret.

The blade moved fast and he barely dodged it, the second blow was even quicker, within three he was on the defensive and needed to move back just to stay in the fight. By the fourth and fifth he knew he was outmatched, Jon was fast and Ser Daemon equally so, but no one he'd ever faced had a technique this perfect. He parried two more blows and was then beaten, the trip catching him completely off guard and he yielded before he stood back up.

"Again." he said determinedly.

The second one was even quicker, Garlan finding he just couldn't keep up or predict where the blows would come from. A feint, a thrust, a sweep, one after another, and each being successful. Before he knew it he was yielding again with the sword pointed to his neck as his own laid in the grass. Looking over to Jon he was glad to see him not smiling, not sure if he could face that after the loss he'd just suffered. Why Jon had considered this a present was beyond him, to see him defeated so soundly, how was that a gift?.

"You don't seem happy Ser Garlan?" Jon said.

"How is that a present Jon?" he asked his voice a little annoyed.

"Oh, that's not your present, the lessons for the rest of the day are." Jon said.

"Lessons?."

"Ser Daemon, your helm." Jon said smirking now.

"Your grace." Ser Daemon said.

Garlan looked on as the knight took his full helm off, the man's dark hair and violet eye clear to him now, he looked at him and then Jon and then the knight again. He knew he was missing something here but for the life of him couldn't figure out what it was.

"Ser Garlan, may I present Ser Arthur Dayne, The Sword of the Morning." Jon said and Garlan gasped.

"Jon?" he said looking at him to see if this was some sort of jape.

"I'll stay indoors as agreed Arthur, Garlan, enjoy." Jon said as he walked away.

"Shall we Ser." Ser Arthur said and Garlan almost fell to the ground, so quickly did he move to grab his sword.

Now.

He was lost in the memory of it, the day had been one of the best of his life, he and Ser Arthur sparring for hours and then talking for just as long. By the time they'd gone inside it was dark and he was both exhausted and annoyed at his tiredness, wanting nothing more than to continue.

"Garlan."

"Garlan."

"Hmm, what?" he said when he turned to see Loras.

"I said what was it like for you to face him?."

"I envy you, brother, you get to do that all the time, I envy you." Garlan said standing up and slapping his brother on the back "Come, grandmother will no doubt wish to check every thread on our clothing to make sure we've not messed it up." he said laughing as they walked into the keep.

Three days later he woke up early, his mother coming in to wish him well followed by his grandmother and finally his father. All three of them telling him how proud they were of him and how happy they were for him. As he was helped into his clothing and then later when Willas and Loras arrived to walk with him to the Sept, he felt content, happy, but mostly eager. From the first time he'd met her she'd been all he truly wanted and from today on she would his and he hers, today, tomorrow, always.

Casterly Rock 296 AC.

Jaehaerys Targaryen.

It was good to be back and to spend time with Lygaron too, Rhaenix too having missed her brother. The dragon though was not the only one he missed, Ghost had come out to the cave the night he'd returned, the white wolf curling up beside him and not letting him out of his sight ever since. As for the people, Jaime was happy to see them well and Jon had to resist the urge to hug him the moment he saw him, only the fact there were others around stopping him.

He spent time with Dacey and Joanna, the little girl seeming to have grown ever bigger since he'd been away. The one drawback to him being away was compounded on his return, Joy had traveled to Castamere with her ladies, as Genna had begun to call her foster friends. Jon had been looking forward to riding with her, Winter when he'd taken her out for a ride, almost looking at him as if to say where was their racing partner.

"That's better Satin but hold the damn thing up more or you'll end up on your arse." Bronn said and demonstrated just that by getting inside Satin's guard and simply pushing him over.

"Has he been like that since I left?" Jon asked turning to Brienne.

"I think he was born like that Jon." Brienne said and he chuckled.

"Well shall we?." he said and she nodded, both of them lining up to face each other.

After sparring for a bit he spent some time with Melisandre, the new eggs had not been as much of a hit with her as he had thought, nor the crown. Instead, it was the pendant that she found so fascinating, it was magical she said, resonated power, and almost as soon as she did Jon could feel it. He wondered had he not felt it before, was he so wrapped up in the eggs and the crown that he'd ignored it? He couldn't be sure, maybe he did or maybe it wasn't there before?.

When he put the pendant on it seemed to almost fit him perfectly, it hung just right and so he left it there. He asked Melisandre to keep it to herself for now, but should anything strange began to happen or she notice something different about him, then she was to act immediately. So far his interchanges with magic had been mainly positive, the law of averages however said they would not always be.

"I saw a vision in the flames my prince, two of my order have been sent out into the world, one heads this way." Melisandre said as they sat together.

"Who?.".

"Kinvara, The Flame of Truth.".

"She's the one who sent Arthur on his missions?."

"She is my prince." Melisandre said and he nodded.

While Melisandre may not have cared about the eggs or the crown, Jaime and Tyrion did, both of them eager to see them and not surprisingly at all to him, both going for different things. Tyrion was fascinated that there were more eggs, even more so when Jon explained these were not going to hatch anytime soon, laughing when Jon told him they were likely for his children.

"Planning that far ahead are you nephew? "Tyrion chuckled as they sat in his solar.

"I, Marge and I, we're married, uncle." he said nervously.

"I thought you said you only stayed two days at Highgarden?" Jaime asked as he held the conqueror's crown in his hands.

"We did my lord, but we were married before that." he said nervously.

It took him some time to explain and he could see that both of them weren't happy with him, each for different reasons. Tyrion was looking at the political ramifications of his actions, for Jaime though it was more that he'd not confided in him. He knew he'd need to speak to him later on about it and that in doing so he'd probably bring up other things he'd been keeping beneath the surface.

Their relationship had shifted over time, from knight and squire to Kingsguard and King, from Hand to Father. He knew it then, had probably known it for some time but flying away he had felt it, this was his father by choice and looking at him he could see that he'd hurt him by not telling him about the wedding. Jaime hid it well though and they instead concentrated on other things, the letters he'd received when he was gone and the crown itself.

"This is a boon, Jon, a great one." Jaime said holding up the crown.

"I know my lord, for my family that crown is a symbol, that I have it will mean a lot to those who've always supported us." he said and Jaime nodded.

"I read your letters Jon." Tyrion said smirking when he handed him the opened letters.

"This is my life now, no privacy." he said with an over-exaggerated sigh making them both laugh.

"Indeed, get used to it, your grace." Jaime said with a small amount of bite in the comment.

"So anything I need to know?." he asked as he looked down at the first letter.

"Where to begin?" Jaime said and looked to Tyrion.

"Before the letters, there are a couple of things I think you should know." Tyrion said and Jon nodded to him to proceed "Our caravans in Essos were attacked, Mopatis and Arryn ordered it, we lost some men, Jon.".

"How many?" he asked.

"Almost fifty." Tyrion said and he looked at him to be sure he'd heard it right.

"What are we doing about it?." he asked hoping they'd moved already.

"Kevan is gone to Myr to hire the Company of the Rose, they'll take care of the men who did it, as for Mopatis and Arryn.".

"Jon Arryn will get his at the right time, Mopatis though has crossed a line, we should do something about him." he said and both of the brothers nodded.

"Indeed, he's well protected though Jon, it may be difficult." Jaime said.

"We'll speak to Richard, my lord." he said, Jaime, seeming to accept it.

"Which brings me to the other thing, Princess Arianne, Jon, I told her, we, she, I wish to wed her." Tyrion said looking at him as if he would object.

"That's great news uncle, great news, you're happy, she makes you happy?" he asked.

"She does." he said smiling.

"Then perhaps a visit to Dorne is needed." he said and saw Tyrion's smile become larger.

"I had planned to go." he said and Jon chuckled, knowing exactly how his uncle was feeling.

"I won't be going anywhere for some time, so as soon as you feel ready you should go, uncle.".

"The letters." Jaime said and Jon smirked at that, out of three of them that it was Jaime who was so focussed on work was a sign of just how much he had changed.

It turned out that the letters were interesting, Domeric Bolton was on his way to the Rock and wouldn't be alone. If Melisandre was right then Kinvara would be coming too and they wouldn't be the only red priests in the West. Lord Beric confirming that he and Thoros of Myr would be leaving the Stormlands and coming also. They would be very busy indeed, Tyrion said he'd need to be there for them all and Jon tried to convince him he would not.

In the end, they almost agreed to disagree, besides if there was anything that Tyrion needed to be at the Rock for it was more likely to be Lygaron than any visitor. The time was drawing close and even his uncle could feel it, Jon promising to be with him when he took his first ride. After speaking to Sarella and finding out from her that their cousin adored Tyrion, and that Lygaron was getting more excited about something, Jon headed out to the dragons.

"Is he ready Rhae?" he said asking his sister and heard the almost petulant voice of his son in his ear.

"I'm ready father, please, it's time, can we?." Lygaron asked.

"Tomorrow night my son." he said and felt the joy resonate from the dragon.

It ended up being a bit short-lived, the rain falling far to heavy the next night and the night after to even think about having Tyrion take his first flight. It was actually three days later when they managed it, he and his uncle alone on the beach waiting for darkness to fall. When it did the night sky was clear and though he could feel Tyrion's nervousness, there was excitement too, especially when the dragons came from the cave.

"Are you ready uncle?." he asked.

"Aye, I think so.".

"You know the words?."

"Valyrian?." Tyrion asked.

"Valyrian." he said and Tyrion nodded.

They climbed up on the dragons and he looked over to see Tyrion move and make himself comfortable. Once he had, Jon nodded and waited for his uncle to speak the words, he'd dictate this flight, Jon was just there to guide him through it.

"Sōvegon Lygaron."(Fly Lygaron.) Tyrion said and Jon could see the joy on his uncle's face and feel his son's as they took to the sky.

"Māzigon rōva mandia, issi īlon jāre naejot ivestragī zirȳ emagon mirre se kirimves." (Come, big sister, are we going to let them have all the fun.) he said and they took off following after them.

White Harbor 296 AC.

Ser Richard Lonmouth.

It took him far longer to get the men here than it should have, the distance that both the letters had to go and that the men then had to travel making it a much larger undertaking. Not that he minded staying in White Harbor, his lips whispers may take a little longer to reach him but reach him they did, and Lord Wyman was a gracious host. He even offered him some of his own men when the time came and Richard gladly accepted, once he told the lord his plans Wyman was only too eager to add his expertise.

Wyman himself was in a very happy mood, with Kevan gone to Essos he had delayed his trip to Lannisport for now, but would travel once the Lord had returned, and the betrothal between Wynafred and Robb Stark was a sign of just how far they had risen. It would be his blood that sat in Winterfell for generations to come and he'd be tied to the king by blood soon also.

Richard felt the man deserved that and other honors, a leal house to the Starks and now to the Targaryens, a good man and true as Barristan would say. As he walked through the streets of White Harbor to Marao's house he was eager to get to work, to see this done, and to then head West to see his king once again. To see how large the dragons had grown and to for himself see his king on one's back.

"Letters Ser a number of them." Marao said when he entered the house.

"How many?." he asked.

"A few Ser." Marao said.

He nodded and asked for some wine before heading upstairs and taking a seat at the table, the letters came from far and wide and he smirked looking at the sealed lips on them. Opening them he began to read and found only one or two of the things surprising to him, most were confirmations of what he knew, but some interested him greatly.

The West.

A stunted lion has been caught in a snake's embrace, both are unharmed by the experience.

The Reach.

A white wolf arrived unexpectedly and left a few days later, the roses prepare to celebrate and welcome apples from a different branch.

The North.

A quiet wolf has begun to roar, not content with putting a fish back into the river, it seeks to bring an axe to bear. A tavern has attracted the attention of a rabid dog, it's owner's daughter need beware.

Dragonstone.

A mangy cat learns no lessons and has felt the brush of a stag's antlers more than once, an onion brings tears to its eyes each time it tries to bite.

King's Landing.

A cat purrs in a spiral's embrace, a falcon fumes and decries the faith, and a cheesemonger's men are ever alert, more and more arrive to keep the fat man safe.

The others were just confirmations and so he paid them no mind, the tavern though gave him an idea. After speaking to Marao he found the tavern to be on Hornwood and not Bolton land's, and so he left Marao with instructions to welcome the men and to send them onto him. He then made his way to the New Castle eager to speak to Lord Wyman about his plans.

He'd needed to leave now, have it arranged and keep the girl safe until his men arrived, this would be the best chance of taking him he knew, all the other plans requiring a much bigger risk. Arriving at the New Castle he found Wyman and Wylis holding court, nodding to them he took a seat and soon Wyman begged off and allowed for Wylis to continue. He followed the lord to his solar, Wyman keen to see what had him brought him back, as he'd earlier told him he'd be gone for a day or so.

"Has something happened Richard?." Wyman asked worriedly.

"Nothing out of the ordinary, well apart from confirmation that our king had indeed been flying his dragon all over the realm." he chuckled.

"A sight to see, Richard." Wyman said.

"Indeed. Men Wyman, I need a six at least and a few good ones to bring my men to me when they arrive." he said.

"You're not waiting for them?." Wyman asked.

"I can't there is a chance to do this now, if I wait not only may he get away but another girl will suffer.".

"I'll have them made ready, I'll give you my best Richard, where?."

"A tavern in the Village near Hornwood." he said.

"Rickard's girl, by the gods, stop him, Richard, put him down." Wyman said and Richard was surprised and yet not that the Lord knew both the tavern and the keeper.

"I will, we leave as soon as we can Wyman.".

He watched as the lord got up and called to his guard, telling him to organize the men and to have them dressed over their armor. Within an hour he was on the road and they rode hard, the week's journey taking its toll on them and their horses. Richard though was glad that when he arrived to find the girl was unharmed, the tavern itself wasn't the busiest he'd been in and he and his group almost doubled it's customers.

The girl was young two and ten, three and ten at most, a pretty young red headed girl with small spots on her face which only made her look younger. After speaking to the tavern owner who he now knew was the girl's father, Richard took all the rooms and ordered food and drink for his men. The young girl happy to serve and even more so at the few extra coppers, he gave her.

"Rickard, I have a proposition for you." he said a few days into his stay.

"Aye and what be that?." the man said looking at him warily.

"There is a man who comes by, usually with some others I believe, a man who seems far too interested in Sara, you know of the man I speak?."

"Aye, I know him, offered me a silver stag for my daughter's maidenhead, threw him and his friend out but they come by, them and some of the Bolton men." Rickard said looking at him more curiously now.

"This man has done terrible things, Rickard, to girls and women, terrible things. I believe he wishes to do so to Sara also.".

"He'll not lay a hand on my girl." Rickard said standing up.

"No he won't, I'll see to that." he said and looked to the man.

"So this what was it you called it?.".

"A proposition Rickard." he said as he began to lay out his plans.

It took another week and a half for his men to arrive and Rickard made more coin from them than he had in many a year, a week later the Bolton men arrived. They were an ugly bunch, the dregs of Lord Bolton's guards he'd imagine, foul of smell and looks, not to mention behavior. When Ramsay arrived Richard watched from the hole in the wall that Rickard had allowed him to put in.

He had been at the Dreadfort not too long ago, so to be seen here may raise some questions and worse, Ramsay's hackles. It didn't take too long to see just how eager Ramsay was to get close to Sara, though he didn't manhandle her, he did stare longingly at her, licking his large lips every so often. They left without incident that night, but Richard was wary, something was off, he'd missed something.

He was passing Sara's room when he smelt it, the stench overpowering and the girl running quickly to the door.

"Sorry Ser, the smell, gods the smell." she said as she passed him and he knew then what it had been that he'd missed.

The noises from the room and the smell coming closer proved it even more so and Richard waited with his knife ready. But the door never opened and the noises subsided, and then when he opened it himself the man was gone. It was an hour later that night when he was told by one of his men that they had ridden off and taken a girl with them. He had his men mount up and began the chase, glad he'd put men on the road just in case.

The first of them they found dead, the second missing and both he and his men were disturbed by this, they followed the trail for hours and never came close to finding where the riders had gone. As the sun rose the next morning he felt such a fool, he should have just ambushed him when he had come in. That had been his first plan, fill the tavern with his men and just kill them all, the Bolton's, Reek, Ramsay, all who came in.

"Ser, Karl." one of his men said and pointed in the distance, Karl walking towards them.

They mounted and rode to him, finding him unharmed and after he doubled up on one of the horses he led him to a small cabin in the woods, the sounds of dogs barking and a girl's screams leading them towards it. Richard told his men to surround it, then giving the order they attacked, the dog's barks gave their presence away or would have if the girl wasn't screaming as loudly as she was.

Bursting through the door they found the Bolton men sitting and drinking inside, they barely had time to grab their weapons though, Richard's were men upon them far faster than they could move. As they opened a door to the back though, Richard glanced back at the window and saw a shape move into the woods. Leaving them he ran to his horse and grabbed the Myrish crossbow, before quickly chasing after the figure that was running away fast.

Seeing him duck down behind a tree trunk Richard instinctively rolled and the arrow missed him, aiming the crossbow he took his shot and was far more successful, the pained screams proving that. He reloaded and moved carefully forward, zig zagging between the trees just in case, though there proved to be no need to. He found Ramsay leaning up against the tree, the bolt in his chest, and the blood pooled between his fingers.

"Who are you?" Ramsay said looking at him.

"Ser, the girl's safe we got the rest of them." he heard a voice behind him.

"Even the foul smelling one?" he asked not looking behind him.

"Aye, him too.".

"Good, I'll deal with this one." Richard said as he fired the bolt.

Even with two in him, it took him time to die, the second bolt had caught Ramsay in the throat and he gurgled his last after a few moments. He then had his men drag the body back to the cabin, the hounds barking even more loudly as they did so. Giving the nod to them, he walked inside to see the carnage and to get away from what needed to be done to the animals.

When it was done they too were dragged inside and as he saw the girl spit on Ramsay's body he walked from the house. The flames caught quickly and he let the panicked horses free, watching as they ran off to wherever. Inside the bodies had been laid out as if they were sitting and drinking, their coin, possessions, anything they owned was left on or around them.

The smell forced the girl and some of his men to empty their stomachs, but unfortunately for him, Richard had smelt burned flesh before. Once it was done he walked into the destroyed cabin, checking the bodies and covering up that he'd been there. To anyone this would look like a fire had claimed them all during a drunken night, the melted mugs and bottles on the table making that clear.

"Come, we're done here, let's take this girl home and then be off." he said as they mounted up.

The girl lived with her mother and younger brother, a small household with not much coin, so after telling Rickard it was done and knowing the tale he'd tell should he be asked, Richard made the family an offer. Come with him back to White Harbor and he'd see them set up in Lord Wyman's service, or come south and he'd find them somewhere else.

That they chose the North was no great surprise to him and a few weeks later he was saying his goodbyes to Wyman. Roose may still turn out to be a problem, for that though he'd need his king's permission, for this, he had not and as the ship left White Harbor heading for King's Landing he felt good. As he slept in his cabin that night though his dreams were of burning flesh, the smell still fresh in his nose.

It was the image of the man reaching for the sword though that woke him though, the pained sounds of his voice muffled by the rope around his neck. The fire that raged beside the man being far less horrific than the look on Brandon Stark's face. Richard barely made it to the bucket as he threw up, reaching for the mug of ale he drank it quickly before he emptied his stomach once again.

Winterfell 296 AC.

Ned.

With the children gone things were far quieter in Winterfell, he had even considered fostering some children himself and had spoken to Elle about it, though she wasn't agreeable for now. He knew why that was, until the replies came back from the letters he had sent they were kinda in a holding pattern. For Ned it was as if he was on the fringes of a great battle, all the work had been done, the terrain picked out, the tactics were set, and yet they would be left to wait.

In almost all aspects of their daily life, though it was clear that Elle was the Lady of Winterfell, she ran the household, and just having her with him was a huge help. Not only did it allow him to concentrate on other things but he had someone to discuss things with, to confide in, and run ideas by. It had been Elle who suggested they hire someone to teach the children in Wintertown to read and write.

Something which had gone down really well in the ever-growing town, especially among the first arrivals from King's Landing. With Richard's and Wyman's help they had offered people in Flea Bottom the chance to come and live in the North. Work, food, and a better life, just as Jon had said had been a great incentive and so far they'd had sent two ships to collect people. Ned riding back to Winterfell after helping to settle in the second group.

"You think they'll be able to manage the winter, my lord?" Ser Rodrik asked as they rode through the gates.

"I think so, did you see how they reacted to the home?" he asked back.

"Aye, I did, knowing they'd only be staying for a while before being moved to homes of their own, and the food too, gods what young Jon said about the conditions up there, I'd not have believed it lest I'd seen it myself.".

"Aye, feeding them now is easy, but we need to be able to rely on ourselves more, we need more of everything though." he said as he dismounted.

"Glass gardens my lord?.".

"Aye, them and other things.".

He was walking through courtyard when he saw her, she was walking with Beth Cassell and Jeyne Poole, both girls having become her students now that Arya was gone. As he watched them head to the glass gardens, Harwin came walking his way, the guard seeming to be looking for him.

"My Lord, Maester Luwin wished to speak to you." Harwin said.

"Is he in his room?.".

"Aye, he is my lord.".

"Thanks, Harwin, I'll go to him, go about your duties.".

"My lord." Harwin said walking away.

Walking to the Maester's rooms he thought more about the food situation, buying it in, and adding it to what they had was both a long term and short term solution, but they needed to be more self reliant. Jon had made a suggestion about the glass gardens and he'd forgotten what it was, so focussed was he on other things that it had just slipped his mind, he wondered if Luwin knew of it.

"Lord Stark I was looking for you." Luwin said, the Maester having met him halfway to his room.

"Aye, Harwin said, let's speak inside." he said motioning to the stairs behind the Maester.

"Of course my lord." Luwin said as they turned, he seemed about to say more but Ned spoke first.

"Luwin did Jon ever speak to you about the glass gardens, some plan he had to make them cost less?."

"Aye he did, he suggested that rather than the glass itself we should speak masters of the prentice glassblowers and glaziers of Myr, that we buy them from them." Luwin said and Ned shocked interrupted.

"Slaves, he wished up to buy slaves?." he said shocked.

"Aye, and once we did, we were to offer them their freedom and set them up here as craftsman. We then use the Ice to import sand from Dorne, a barter system." Luwin said and Ned looked at him having not heard this part and only barely remembering the other.

"Could that work Luwin?.".

"It could my lord, apart from the initial outlay to buy the men from their masters and the transport, once they were here and we had them teach more of our own, aye it'd cut down the cost by a lot.".

"How much?."

"Down to a quarter at worst, maybe even better my lord.".

"I'll write to Wyman, he knows more of Essos than I.".

"Very good my lord, there are some letters from you, King's Landing and Riverrun.". Luwin said handing him the letters.

"Thank you Maester.".

"My lord" Luwin said as Ned got up to walk from the room.

Despite wishing to read the letters immediately, he waited until he got to his solar before opening them. The one from the High Septon was not a surprise, the man rejecting his request. Robert's too was no surprise, his former friend japing and saying he had his blessing, even if he couldn't give it to him legally. It was Cat's which had him shaking his head, never having expected her to write such a letter.

Ned,

While it pains me that it has come to this, I cannot fault your words and despite my own hopes, it's clear that our marriage is over. I will write to the High Septon myself to add my agreement to your request to dissolve our marriage. Knowing our children remain in their rightful position means more to me than holding onto what we once had. I would wish you well but I cannot, not at this time, which I hope you understand, but I am trying Ned.

Cat.

He could barely believe it, that she was all but giving him permission to do that which he wished was unexpected. He found his thoughts go a million miles a second, the children, he needed to tell the children, Robb, Sansa, Arya, Bran, he needed to speak to them, tell them what he was about to do. Elle, Elle, he got up and walked from his room, so exited to speak to her that he forgot to put his cloak on.

Not that he felt the cold on the walk to the glass gardens and it was only when he reached it and heard the laughter of the girls inside, that he remembered she was not alone. Still he walked in and saw them sitting there, Elle reading from a book and Beth and Jeyne giggling as she did so. When she saw him and saw his face she asked the girls to leave, Ned glad she did so and though they were disappointed, neither girl raised a fuss.

"Ned?" she asked when he moved to her, the kiss he gave her silencing her for now.

"Marry me?." he said and she looked to him her eyes full of hope and yet questioning.

"I.."

"Marry me, I've got the letters back, not that they matter, but they are apart from Catelyn's what I expected. Marry me Elle, here in Winterfell in front of our gods, be my wife?.".

"Aye, I'll marry you." she said smiling and he felt his heart soar as he kissed her again.

Highgarden 296 AC.

Sansa.

Each day the wedding drew closer and she got more and more excited, balls, feasts, tourneys, she loved them all, but she'd been to two weddings in her life and they were the best days of it so far. As she and Margaery were at their final fitting for their dresses, Mira and Margaery's cousins having faced theirs the day before, she looked to see her friend and saw the smile on her face.

It had been there far more since her brother had visited so unexpectedly, where before Jon's arrival Margaery had tried to be happy, after it she was and Sansa felt so relieved for her friend. She too had enjoyed Jon's visit, glad to spend some time with him, even if he spent more with his wife than she. Not that Sansa would begrudge him that though she did argue with him over the nature of the wedding.

"What were you thinking Jon?" she said as they sat in her room.

"Sansa?" he asked confused.

"The wedding Jon, how could you have a wedding without me, Margaery is my best friend, you're my brother and you never told me, never invited me." she said miffed.

"It was something I just thought of, something I needed to do and to not have anyone talk me out of it."

"You think I'd have talked you out of it?" she asked frowning at him.

"No, but telling you Sansa, it's one thing me keeping it secret or even Margaery, Walder and Jors are sworn to me they'll keep any of my secrets. I'd not have you lie for me Sansa, not if I could help it." he said.

"But..I…I wished to be there Jon." she said sadly.

"And you will. Do you think I'd not give you the chance to wear your prettiest dress and to dance with all those brave knights who'd no doubt ask you?" he said making her blush "This was for me Sansa, for me and Margaery, I know I'll have to marry her publicly and I will, you may even get to help plan it." he said and she smiled.

"For true?."

"For true, little sister." he said and she hugged him.

She had taken comfort in that and she and Margaery had even spoken of it, making and discarding plans for what the more pubic of her and Jon's weddings would be like. Even though Garlan and Leonette's was being organised by Lady Alerie and Leonette's mother Lady Florence, she and Margaery had watched and along with Leonette had made suggestions, these dresses being one of them.

After the fitting they made their way back to Highgarden and saw the rooms being readied, the wedding would be on the morrow and Sansa couldn't wait. Sleep that night was hard to come by, Sansa finding herself thinking of the ceremony in the Sept and the dancing to come, before she began to feel bad about it, a sad thought coming to her head. While she may be able to dance with gallant and brave knights as Jon had said, she'd not be able to dance with who she wished to, and so it was with that thought that she finally drifted off.

"Sansa wake up, you should be up by now." Mira said shaking her.

"What? It's still night, leave me be." she mumbled sleepily only to hear giggles in the room.

"Sansa it's past noon, the wedding is to take place within the hour." Margaery said.

She practically jumped from the bed, almost tripping over her nightdress as she looked around panicked, only to hear the laughs coming from Margaery and the others.

"What, it's not funny, wait, why aren't you all dressed?" she asked and then realized they'd japed her.

"Sorry, but it was the only way to wake you, the maids will be in to run you a bath before you break your fast, we've a long day ahead Sansa, you need to get ready." Margaery said as she and the other's walked from her room.

Sansa glowered at them before laughing and reaching down to Fang, her wolf too seeming happy for the day to come. After she bathed and broke her fast, they all went to get changed into their wedding clothes before making their way to the Sept. She saw Garlan standing at the front with Loras and Willas, all three brothers looking handsome and Willas even with his cane not seeming out of place.

When Leonette came and stood beside Garlan she was not the only one who marvelled at her dress and hair, she looked beautiful and more than anything else she seemed happy. The ceremony itself was almost a blur to her though, Sansa looking to see the happy and proud smiles on the Tyrell's faces. Lord Mace and Alerie beaming, Lady Olenna full of pride, Loras too wearing the same look as his grandmother.

Margaery though looked on almost dreamily, Sansa wondering if she was picturing her own wedding and when she looked to Willas she felt her heart pain for him. He was happy for his brother, she could see that, he too was proud and yet there was some sadness there too, some regret. Sansa wished to wipe that from his face, remove it from his heart and felt unable to do so.

"Wasn't it the most wondrous thing you've ever seen?" Mira said excitedly.

"Truly, Lady Leonette looked so beautiful and my cousin made the most dashing husband don't you think so Elinor?" Megga said.

When the dancing started Sansa watched as Garlan and Leonette danced first, then as others joined in. she saw how Margaery danced to be polite but had no real interest in it and found she too didn't wish to, politeness too being her only reason. When she saw him walk to the outside balcony she followed behind, finding him standing alone and looking out at the night sky.

"You should be inside dancing Sansa." Willas said when she leaned against the wall beside him.

"I find I have no wish to, besides a girl should get to do what she wishes during a wedding should she not?" she said looking at him.

"She should." Willas said as he looked back out at the sky.

"Jon told me some of their names?" she said pointing to the stars.

"Which are?" Willas asked looking at her.

"That one is the Ice Dragon." she said pointing to a group of stars in the sky "That one is Ghost." she said pointing to another and hearing Willas chuckle "What?" she asked.

"I'm not surprised Jon showed you that one." Willas said making her giggle too.

Willas proceeded to tell her even more of the names, Crone's Lantern and Moonmaid and the Sword of the Morning, being the ones which stood out. How long they stood there talking she didn't know, only that she felt no desire or need to go back inside. By the time they did it was close to the bedding and she and some of the younger girls took that as their time to leave.

Willas kindly walked her back to her room and she bid him goodnight, not sure if he was heading back to the wedding feast or what seemed to be more likely heading to his own room. As she lay in bed that night she found she'd enjoyed this wedding even more than the previous two. It wasn't bigger or more elaborate and though she was knew Garlan and Leonette well it wasn't that. Smiling as she rolled over to fall asleep, she realized the reason why and hoped he'd enjoyed the night as much as she had.

Casterly Rock 296 AC.

Jaime.

Seeing Jon flying on a dragon had been one thing, he'd been nervous, excited and relieved when he'd landed. To then have the chance to do the same with his little brother, Jaime wasn't sure how he felt about that. It was what Jon said next though that had him shaking his head and wondering if this was truly the world he lived in now.

"You're jesting right?" he said.

"No my lord, Arthur managed it and Rhaenix had no issues, and perhaps sometimes in the future, it'll be needed. We may as well do it now while we don't." Jon said.

"But it's a dragon Jon?" he said and both Jon and Tyrion laughed at his expense.

"I told you he was the stupidest Lannister, Jon." Tyrion said making them both laugh more.

"Tyrion, I, up there.." he said shaking his head.

"Jaime it's like nothing you've ever imagined, trust me you'll love it and it's safe. As Jon said he's done it with Arthur and this is something I'd like to share with you." Tyrion said and so he nodded his agreement.

Later that night as they stood on the beach he saw the dragons come from their cave and felt the nervousness rise once again. Jon reached out and touched him on the shoulder before walking over to speak to Rhaenix and then led him to the dragon, showing him how to climb up and where to sit. Once he was sure he was set, Jon looked to Tyrion and nodded before turning back to him.

"Hold on my lord." Jon said before speaking in Valyrian and then they were taking off into the air.

The feeling of flying was like nothing he could ever describe, it was far different to being on a horse, the sheer power of the dragon beneath them making it incomparable. Though they never reached the full speed or did anything other then fly smoothly, Jaime could see just how much a dragon could do by looking at his brother. While Jon flew straight, Tyrion took turns and dives, he flew fast under and over them, Jaime almost feeling his brother's happiness from where he sat.

"He's showing off for you." he heard Jon say, his voice softer than he thought it may have to be up here.

"Is it safe?" he asked.

"Aye, he's come along well, you wish to try that." he said watching as Tyrion did an almost loop.

"No, I'm happy with this." he said and could only guess that Jon was smirking in front of him.

After some time he got more and more used to it and had Jon fly a little faster, stunned by just how quicker Rhaenix was than Lygaron. He was grateful when they landed though, happy to be back on solid ground and despite enjoying the flight, he was hopeful that he'd not need to take another. Tyrion walked into the cave with the dragons and he and Jon stayed on the beach, looking out at the water as it moved in and out.

"I'm sorry." Jon said after a few moments of quietness.

"For?.".

"The wedding, I should have told you, I wished you there I want you to know that, but I..I got caught up in a dream.".

"A dream?."

"Good queen Alysanne and Jaehaerys the Conciliator, you know the story?".

"Some, but what, wait, they married in secret?.".

"Their advisors tried to stop them and so they married in secret. I got caught up in it and I wished, I wanted, me and Marge, I'm sorry Jaime." Jon said looking at him.

"I'm not mad at you Jon, I was upset aye, but I'm not mad at you.".

"I, you…" Jon stuttered before composing himself.

"Jon.".

"Did Arthur tell you of Mya, of what I saw and what she told me?" Jon asked.

"He did." Jaime said, he didn't fully understand it but in a way he did also.

"In another life my father would have been Prince Daeron, son of Prince Duncan. In this, it was Prince Rhaegar and for a time to me, it was Ned Stark." Jon said.

"I know it's hard Jon, but each of them loved you I'm sure.".

"Three fathers I've seen Jaime and none were the father I choose, none of them are you." he said and Jaime gasped "Rhaegar is my father and I'd not change that, he's who my mother loved and I'm proud to be his son, but you, you're the father I've known, the father who's raised me and the father I wish to be like.".

"Jon." he said and felt Jon's hand reach out and touch him on the arm.

"Thank you father, for everything." Jon said before walking away.

He ended up staying for some time alone just watching the waves until Tyrion walked over to him. Jon had gone to spend the night with the dragons and he and his brother walked back into the keep in silence. Whether Tyrion knew what Jon had said and was given him time or just that his brother was being quiet he knew not. They said their goodbyes and he walked to his room, finding Dacey asleep when he got there.

Standing in front of the crib he looked down at Joanna, his daughter was growing fast and would hopefully be joined by a brother or sister soon. As he stood there though he knew she already had a brother, just like he already had a son, he smiled when she woke up and lifted her from the crib before she could begin to cry. Sitting down on a nearby chair as he told her all about his ride on her brother's dragon.

"You must have been tired last night?" Dacey said as he dressed the next morning.

"Why?"

"You drifted off with Joanna in your arms.".

"God's I didn't, is she hurt, did I hurt her?" he asked worriedly.

"What no, of course not, I woke up when you were telling her about your dragon ride, you were asleep only a moment before I put her back in the crib and helped you to bed." Dacey said.

"I don't remember any of that." he said laughing "Talking to Joanna, aye, but the rest not a thing.".

"I know, come we have visitors today do we not.".

He nodded and they made their way to break their fast, Jon was not there and only arrived a little after they did. When he and Jon looked at each other he almost expected there to be some awkwardness and yet there was not, both of them just nodding and moving on to eat their meal. He, Dacey, and Jon along with Tyrion and some others readied to welcome Lord Beric to Casterly Rock, he'd arrived the night before but had stayed in Lannisport.

Jaime had sent a party of his guards bring him to the Rock today. Melisandre also stood in the courtyard with her two guards, not part of the welcome but more to show Thoros that she was here. It was the red priest who seemed more than keen to speak to the lady when he saw here, Beric looking surprised to see another red priest but not paying her no mind after that. The lord was happy to be welcomed though, more so when he asked him to stay at Casterly Rock for the duration of his visit.

"Are you sure about this Jon?" he asked him later that day.

"Melisandre says that while Beric doesn't follow the red god, he listens to Thoros. Thoros seeks answers my lord, answers I think I can give him, as for Beric I'll feel him out and we'll give him some trade, I won't go too far."

"As you say Jon.".

"When is Domeric arriving?".

"He's to meet the Lion's Tail in Segard within the week, so next week sometime, you read Richard's notes?" Jaime asked.

"Aye, if he deals with Ramsay as he says and he will, then it's for the best. As for Domeric and Roose, that he's a knight may make him different, I need to get a feel for him before we do anything".

"Very well, this woman, Jon?."

"Kinvara." Jon said.

"Aye, why is she coming?".

"I don't know my lord, only that she is, given that she helped Arthur and Ashara and it was her sending him to grab those things, it must be important.".

"Aye it must be.".

"It's almost time my lord, the dragons are big enough, people may have seen them or may see them now, so we can't hide them for much longer.".

"I know, we need to reach out to more people, find out who we have exactly, who we can count on completely and then make our move." Jaime said.

"We will my lord, soon.".

"Soon my king.".

King's Landing 296 AC.

Illyrio.

A dozen warehouses and a manse he'd been given for what he'd done in Essos, Jon Arryn more than pleased with the results. While he could have simply bought them, that would have raised far more questions than having the Hand give them to him. It had in the end cost him more coin and yet he found it was worth it, as was what he was about to do.

While a part of him wished to stay in Essos, to actually travel to Ghoyan Drohe and see the dragon for himself, he had work to do. He'd given the Stormcrows the contract, kill the girl by any means necessary, while he'd have preferred the House of Black and White to take the contract, their price was far too high. The Stormcrows had five hundred men, surely that would be enough he thought.

It was simple to him though, Daenerys Targaryen must die, the dragons could fly wild for all he cared, if Aegon had his own then perhaps they'd fly to join their brother. Three would be an incredible boon but one would be enough, just as long as Daenerys Targaryen didn't bring her two to bear. Jon Connington was right about one thing, the dragons changed things dramatically.

"Magister, we'll reach King's Landing on the morrow." the captain of his guards said, interrupting both his thoughts and his meal.

"Very good, all is well?" he asked.

"All is well." the captain said before leaving and allowing Illyrio to get back to both activities.

With Daenerys Targaryen no longer a suitable or potential bride it gave him leave to pursue other options. Malaquo Maegyr had a daughter, but the tigers would never travel so far, which left him with only Westeros to look to. The Stark girl brought him no benefit, her father would support Robert and not countenance his plans for betraying the stag king.

The Vale too would bring him no benefit leaving the Tyrell and the Martell girls as his only real options. He could bring Dorne to his side without gifting them a marriage, as for House Tyrell, given what he knew of them they were both an option and not. The risk in being found out when everything was so close was far too great, he could and would reach out to them at the right time though, make them the offer and secure Aegon's throne.

He finished the rest of the meal and sent for the young girls, eager to sate another appetite. The next morning when they arrived in King's Landing he prepared to head straight to the Red Keep, his gift to the king was sure to be welcomed. He'd used another of his ships, leaving the Bountiful Harvest to ply her trade and his arrival to be unnoticed, far too many were paying attention to his comings and goings these days.

"All is secure?" he asked the captain who nodded and so he climbed into the carriage and they headed through the city.

He was stopped at the gate and had to ask for Jon Arryn to come personally, telling the man he had brought a gift that would make the king very happy and asking if he could deliver it to him in the Throne Room. While he looked at him suspiciously, the Hand soon agreed and so he made his way through the keep. He entered to an almost full Throne Room, Robert, and Cersei sitting in pride of place.

"Your graces, I have come from Pentos with a gift for you, great king." he said with a large smile.

"A gift? "Robert asked his voice and face excited like a young boy's on his nameday.

"Something you have sought for a long time your grace." he said as his men brought it in.

"I give you Viserys Targaryen, your grace, my gift to you." he said as his men ripped the hood off Viserys face.

"Viserys, Viserys, that is my son Lord Hand. My name is Aerys Targaryen, I am your rightful king you all should be on your knees bowing to me." Viserys said to loud laughs.

"Dragonspawn." Robert shouted loudly as he rose from his throne and Illyrio smiled to see the look on the king's face.

A/N: Thanks to all who've read and especially those who've reviewed. Up Next Jon deals with visitors and finds out about some visions, before hearing news for King's Landing which has him scrambling. In Essos Dany travels further east and the Company of the Rose delivers retribution. Arya settles into life at Bear Island and Wyman heads west, while we travel to and beyond the wall.

Daryl Dixon: I did promise they will get their just deserts.

Debatormax: We'll see both Renly and Stannis once again in a little bit and there will be a way and battles, we're just about on them, a few more chapters to go and then we're into the War, but there will be battles, not subterfuge that decides it.

The Sphinx, glad you liked it and really well summed up poetry.

Zyrus: Yes he was, we're told all the time how clever dragons truly are and yet we don't ever really see it shown, so I wanted to have it clear hear, Sandorix basically played nice until it's time to not play nice, he's the Roadhouse of dragons.

Katee: So glad you liked it, I needed to show the bond seems to happen so that the end worked and it was clear that this was Sandorix playing him and not just he escaped kinda thing.

Canuck: Glad you liked, was forced to work for my living this weekend and had to postpone something to stay on track, picked that one as I'd not missed a week of it and had with others, all back on track now and will be updated this week as usual.

Battlemage: on the dragon I wanted to show their smarts, we never truly see it only see it being talked about, I actually got inspired by my own little puppy and just how manipulative the little sod can be to get what he wants. There was also the thought it's slightly more subtle, the dragon knowing the bond wasn't right and Haldon being almost right but not quite with what he told fAegon, so a couple of other things going on.

With Drogo, I have no idea of I'm doing Dany/Drogo as a pairing, this was more a way to introduce him far differently than canon and to show the differences that both the timing and Dany herself would have on their encounter. There are many issues with Dany/Drogo both romantically and as you point out here, but there are a couple of things in the encounter that show both he and Dany are in far different places than they were, his words to Dany show just how different he is, he knows more than he should if you get me. But we will see another encounter with them and I have taken in mind all you say here already.

On Myrcella, I do have a pov of hers planned before he war stars so you'll see that. With Cat that's the thing, it's the same with Ned, in that time and character growth allows for a different kinda thing with them, so Cat being with LF isn't a jarring thing, nor Ned with Elle, it may take a long time to get there but the idea of it happening should just come out of nowhere and make you angry, you could not like the pairing, but you should imo be able to go, yeah that makes sense, it's horrible and I hate it, but it makes sense. The dragon ride and HG was simply me looking at the map and going from the TOJ to CR you literally have to fly over HG and then the moon long journey from HG to CR or vice versa is like a couple of days on dragon back lol.

Jessicanightmarewolf: We may not go full Dany/Drogo, when I write their next meeting I'll have a better feel if that what I want to do, I had another pairing in mind for Dany, but sometimes things change your mind and you go in a different direction. Sandorix has a long, lonely journey ahead (distance wise, not time).

Gajeel Rocks: Cat's kinda got into the mindset that if it was Jon didn't exist her life would be perfect, in a way she's not wrong as Jon is kinda the reason for how her life's turned out, but that's only because she behaved how she had, she kinda needs to think if I'd only done this, then things would be so much better, that moment of clarity which may come to her eventually. Jon C knows deep down, for now, he'll be more worried to see if fAegon scurvies, we'll see if this has any other effect.

Jacobgamble: So glad you liked it.

Anrachichmind: Thanks so much, I wanted it to be Sandorix freeing himself more than anyone rescuing him. Olenna is kinda wanting to be madder than she really is, at the heart of it is that they are growing strong and she both likes Jon and sees how happy he makes Marge and that in the end, he's the king, so there's only so much she can truly say.

Starkiller: No worries Sk, will remember you like this. Kevan, we'll see more of when Wyman arrives, as for Barry you're spot on, he won't have to wait too much longer. Tywin's death is such a big catalyst for things, like in canon had it happened Tyrion would have been Lord of CR, so even there they would have had huge changes. FAegon lives still. Glad you liked the Jon/Marge parts. Jon A's religious bias will be shown more clearly soon, as for Cat, that's the problem it's be careful what you wish for, she may think it a good thing, but she doesn't know the truth about LF.

Musicgal: So glad you liked it, we couldn't keep the poor fella a prisoner too long.

Whitedragonwarrior: Glad you liked the dragon part. That's exactly it, so glad you brought that up, he was given that prophecy far earlier here, where in canon he got it when Dany was pregnant, here he's known of it for a while.

Reikson: Where are you getting your translations from?.

Biohazard: So glad you liked it.

Huntsman: you may get your wish in the future.

Sovietgod: he did but he's only down and not out. In terms of the war, I'd like to say when it's coming but I don't want to spoil anymore than necessary, what I'll say is this, within less then ten chapters it will have begun. In terms of what comes next, when I get close to the WW plot, I'll ask people what they wish for, to continue and finish that here, or to carry it forward into a sequel. But I will do something that shows events post everything, be it another story or a really big epilogue.

Celexs: Far from stupid, we're always told they're clever, I really wanted to show it.

Anja: So glad you liked it.

Afterbliis: really glad the last parts sometimes it's nice to give a little impact on them.

Creativo: Ese era el punto del nombre, era tonto y Fagon se enojó cuando escuchó que había uno negro, también se supone que es una pequeña pista para Jon C de que el Dragón Negro quiere un Dragón Negro. Lo siento, a veces es necesario.

MisterLaguardia: You kinda hit the nail on the head, while LF may want Cat, would he marry here now? Lysa isn't gonna take it and so you're right he'd need to take her, probably Jon A and others out and would he? Or try and string Cat along. There is also soon to be an element of god's laugh while we make plans going on here. On fAegon he's not dead and not completely disfigured, but he's in a far worse position than ever now. Illyrio does have a plan though and he's far more directly involved than he was in canon.

Dion Benn: Can't give an actual number as that would spoil too much, I'll say this less than 10, that's as much as I'm willing to narrow it down, as for how many kings, you'll need to wait and see.

Ronincav: With Tommen I wanted to set things up in a way that both benefits him and Jon, so you'll see that, as for LF he will get his.

Princeloki: We'll it's getting close, Ned really close.

Silentmayhem: I wanted that to be clear, that it was Sandorix waiting for the time, so the bond kinda had to look like it was taking hold, to play the mummery right. On Drogo, I've not fully decided if this is the end pairing for Dany of if they'll be together, so we'll see. The fifth rider is already alive.

I think for Edmure the Freys are a great option, he has so very few other ones, as for Cat well her mindset is this Master of Coin trumps Lord of Winterfell, the problem is that she may be misreading LF's intent.

Guest: No, it was more just a mention of what the Dosh Khaleen is, more than any future thing for her.

Lady Octarina: Well as you see Tyrion is planning on traveling to Dorne, as for the Dragon I'd not thought of it that way, burn em all lol.

Cat's eyes are firmly focussed on LF, she thinks his position gives her power.

With Dany/Drogo, I've really, truly not decided, I have another pairing in mind for Dany and have for some time, but I wanted the meeting between them to be far different than canon and to leave it open to how a further meeting could be. When I write their next meeting I'll have more a feel about them and know then. There are a lot of issues around it, that pairing and what it means both for Dany personally and her arc and trust me I'm well aware of them which is why I've not fully decided.

Grammaton: Lol, truer words have never been spoken.

Guest: I really wanted it to be Sandorix freeing himself, playing them and doing damage, but not ending them. On the COTR we'll see them next chapter and more after that. Glad you liked Tyrion/Ari. That's the problem Cat is so unaware of, LF may want her, but more than power? Does Riverrun/Riverlands trump the Vale? And even so would Lysa sit idly by? Cat is so unaware of any of that and sees him as her own link to power.

Vfsnake: That's the thing they were warned, with Jon A he can mess Ned up with the faith but as you say he doesn't care about it.

Reneedlll: That's the thing, we're always told how smart they are, I really wanted that to come across and so had him play them big time.

Jayods: It really does, he was warned.

Ashay: With the changes to timeline and Dany herself it changes how she and Drogo may react to each other, neither are the same people they were in canon and we'll see them meet again, I've not decided if they'll be matched or not but they will meet again. LF will get his, and yep a Dragon is so not a slave and shouldn't be caged.

Xand007: Thank my friend Aegon the Burnt lol. Cat and LF may want the same but different things and life can make a fool of the best-laid plans. Illyrio wouldn't care, he thinks they know nothing of him, and even seeing Hoat's head he thinks himself untouchable. Sorry to hear that my friend, hopefully, all will be well and you'll just be inconvenienced, all my best, recover soon my friend.

Dunk: fAegon will live, Jon C I had thought of it but I think it's better this way, more guilt for the man. On the name yes, all Jon's pov's and how he thinks of himself are that way now, we're getting so close to everyone thinking of him that way too. Won't say what I've planned for the reveal just hope you like it and that it's coming ever closer. I wanted that bit with the egg, for it to be something she could feel and to show that difference. We'll see with Drogo, I've not fully decided if they'll be together and more wanted to show differences both with them individually and their first meeting, we'll see them meet again. He does know of the prophecy himself also.

Go Fish lol. That's so funny. We'll see a little more of it here in this chapter and then the next couple also.

Jon A's religious beliefs are a big part, I kinda hinted that way back and we will see a Harrenhal/rebellion flashback chapter where the whole thing is going to be explained, that chapter will be just before the way and is coming up in a few.

Dirty Cat: he has a bit to go to get to her distance wise but the dragon is heading that way. On Jon he can and can't in that bringing her to Westeros without having the throne is risky, he also doesn't know where she is and finding her is difficult, without spoiling, there is a reason why they're being kept apart, both kinda have to grow separately as such. The Jon A religious aspect will be explained more soon.

Remi: Nope, hate is hard to let go of and feeling slighted just as bad. On Dany/Drogo it's not set in stone we'll see where I go with it, FAegon lives, you'll see him in a little bit.

Xan Merrick: I figured with the Northmen, word will have traveled and Jon Snow may mean something to them, I think for the COTR despite their history with the Stark's they would be with them if they could, having Kevan do something meaningful was good and we'll have him and Wyman in a bit. Cat is totally warped, that's kinda the problem lol. With Tywin gone it allows for Genna and others to be freer in how they feel about Tyrion and as for Ari, so glad you liked that. That's the problem with fAegon, arrogance, had he been more humble he'd have realized that.