King's Landing 298 AC.

Jaime.

Holding meetings, answering questions that he knew not the answer too and seeing the looks on people's faces as they met with him rather than the king or queen was not how he'd envisioned his days. That he was apparently doing a decent enough job of it didn't make him feel any better about it either. Jaime doing what he must rather than what he wished to do and were it not for Dacey and Joanna, for Genna, and surprisingly for Oberyn Martell, he didn't know if he'd have been able to.

Every instinct in him wished him to be by Jae's side and yet he knew he could not do so and was as needed as much if not more here as he was there. The realm needed stability and though he wanted to spend his days with the boy he thought of as his son, it was up to him to provide that stability. So once again he woke early and kissed his wife on the lips and on her swollen belly before walking into Joanna's room and kissing her forehead as she slept. Jaime cursing that he needed to rise before them and yet just as he had for the last two weeks he did just that.

After he dressed he made his way to his solar and began the painstaking process of writing out missives and orders, all so that the simple day to day business of the realm could carry on without stoppages or delays. Dacey arrived to order him to lunch, just as she had each day for this past week. Jaime finding that his appetite was both ravenous and nonexistent at times as his worries for Jae increased each day that he didn't wake up. He'd been certain he would have by now, so much so that he had no difficulty, at least early on, in reassuring Margaery that all would be well. Something that was now getting harder and harder for any of them to do.

"Come eat." Dacey said and he nodded as he left the last of the papers unsigned and followed her to their small dining room.

Looking at Joanna smile happily at him as they ate at their small table gave him temporary respite from his troubled thoughts. As did watching Dacey eat in the least ladylike manner possible, his wife's hunger knowing few bounds and Jaime believing like her mother did, that it truly was a bear she carried. When he would stop and not eat as he sat with them, Joanna would reach out and take something from her own plate and hold it up to him. His daughter just like her mother wouldn't let him go hungry.

"Eat Papa." Joanna said and while the piece of cheese she held didn't look very appetizing to him, just looking at his daughter he knew he was lost and could refuse her nothing.

"Thank you little cub." he said and was rewarded with the brightest smile he'd ever seen, his daughter's was one that could make him move the very mountains themselves he'd always thought.

"More papa?" Joanna asked.

"Aye, more." he said before he lifted her from her seat and began blowing on her neck, Joanna's laughter like a balm to his soul.

They ate and played or truth be told played far more than they ate and then Sera came to take his daughter to her lessons. Jaime kissing her cheeks repeated while she laughed and then allowing the servant to take her from him.

"You spoil her." Dacey said still eating.

"I'm a Lannister, the head of the wealthiest house in Westeros and Hand of the King, if I can't spoil our daughter than who can?" he asked and saw Dacey's small smirk.

"True enough, have you much more to do today?" Dacey asked.

"Petitions and a small council meeting."

"And Jae?" she asked looking at him.

"And Jae." he said.

After he finished his food and took a large swallow of the warmed milk, he walked over and kissed his wife once more, his hand automatically going to her belly and rubbing it before he moved away from her. Bidding her farewell for now he headed to the Throne Room to hear the petitions and for the next few hours he did just that. Jaime sighing when it was clear that word was beginning to spread about the King's illness and the Queen's reluctance to leave his side.

When he was done he headed straight to the Small Counsel chambers, finding Oberyn and Olenna to be the only ones inside. Jaime cursing himself for forgetting that Ser Richard had left to travel to Braavos with Willas and Wyman. Had he remembered that and the fact that Lord Monford was readying the fleet to take Asha Greyjoy to the Iron Islands, then he'd have held this meeting in his solar rather than at the large table with just he, Olenna, and Oberyn present.

"The very small counsel." Oberyn said with a chuckle as Jaime took his seat.

"Indeed." he said.

"Is there actually much that we need to discuss?" Olenna asked.

"Nothing of any great import though I wish Ser Richard was here." he said looking at them both.

"People are beginning to speak?" Oberyn asked.

"Questions are being raised. The lords and ladies we can deal with, the Smallfolk though…" he left the rest unsaid.

"Ser Richard's men, perhaps they can be used?" Olenna said.

"The red priests too." Oberyn said catching him by surprise.

"The red priests?" he asked.

"Thoros and Lady Melisandre, they've gathered quite a following. People have even begun work converting one of the warehouses down on the docks into a temple." Oberyn said.

"Since when?" he asked stunned.

"From as soon as Lady Melisandre arrived from Dragonstone. Jae promised her that he'd allow them the freedom to teach their religion as long as they followed certain rules and word has spread that they helped our king while he was hidden." Oberyn said.

"Word spread by them no doubt." Olenna said annoyed.

"Word spread all the same, Olenna." Oberyn said.

"Ser Richard's men?" he asked looking to Olenna.

"A Ser Jareth I believe is the main one, though given how secretive the order of Skulls and Kisses is that may just be what they wish me to believe." Olenna said with a smirk.

"I can trust you to speak to him then, Lady Olenna?" he asked and she nodded "And you the red priests, Oberyn?"

"You can, what it is you wish of them?" Oberyn asked.

"Have them let it be known that Jae is recovering and that this is not something they need to be overly concerned about. Let them know that both the king and queen will soon be appearing to speak to them and that their absence is because of them being newlywed." Jaime said.

"And we're sure they both will be returning to their duties soon?" Oberyn asked concernedly.

"We can hope." he said seeing the nods from both of them.

They discussed other considerations of the realm, Jaime telling them that he'd received the raven from the Vale and that Harrold Hardyng was on his way to swear his fealty and Olenna asking about Catelyn Tully only for Jaime to shake his head and refuse to speak on her. Jae would deal with her when he awoke and it would be to the lady's benefit that it was him that did so. Where it left to any of them in this room then Catelyn Tully wouldn't live for long and Oberyn had already suggested many ways of seeing to her end.

"From now on we'll speak in one of our solar's until the others have returned." Jaime said and Olenna and Oberyn both agreed before he turned to walk from the room leaving them both sitting there and speaking to each other.

He was heading to Jae's rooms when he was asked to go to meet with his aunt. Jaime wondering what it was that she wished to speak to him about and knowing now that he'd be back with Dacey and Joanna much later than he had hoped to be. Genna had taken over the running of the Red Keep itself, the household, the stores, the servants, and stewards all answering to her so as to remove those duties from Margaery's shoulders. As he reached her door he hoped that it was those she wished to speak to him on but he knew it would not be.

"You wished to see me?" he said as he walked into the room, Genna sitting at her desk filling out countless papers.

"I do, you heard what your cousin did?" she asked with a soft smile on her face.

"No? Wait, which cousin?" he asked as he took a seat.

"Joy, of course. Apparently, she found a way into Jae and Margaery's rooms, the queen returned from the balcony and found her lying in her bed speaking to Jae." Genna said her smile fuller now.

"The little minx." he said with a chuckle, "Wait, when was this?"

"Last night. I collected her this morning and Margaery has agreed to let her come back during the day and later tonight." Genna said and Jaime nodded.

"And that's what you wished to speak to me about?"

"No, that's just something I wished to tell you. What I want to speak on is the Trout." his aunt said her voice and face much different now and Jaime could see the humor that had been clear in both was now completely gone.

"Will be dealt with when Jae awakens." he said.

"I wish to speak to her." Genna said.

"Aunt.."

"I won't harm her, not physically, though it will take all I have in me not to. I wish to speak to her Jaime, see it done."

"I don't know if that's such a good idea." he said looking at her and shaking his head.

"I don't care, see it done." she said almost dismissively.

He sat there for a few moments thinking it over, knowing that his aunt wished to give Catelyn Tully a piece of her mind and that she was not alone in this. Dacey, Ashara, Olenna, and were it not for Jae's condition he suspected even Margaery herself would all wish to do likewise. After a moment's thought he began to think it wasn't such a bad idea, after all, the woman deserved to be spoken down to and there was no one more qualified to do so than Genna.

"Very well, I'll arrange it for the morrow." he said rising from his seat.

"Thank you." his aunt said softly.

As he was walking to the door he heard her cough and he turned back to look at her, Genna staring at him as if she was about to say something, and then just when he thought she would not, she did.

"Give him, my love, Jaime." she said as she lowered her head, her voice soft and Jaime said he would before he left to go and sit with Jae for a little bit before he would head back to his rooms.

King's Landing 298 AC.

Sansa.

None of them had been allowed to see him, not her, not Arya or Robb, Martyn, Willem, or Joy. None of the children had been allowed inside and despite the many protests she made, the angry ones that Arya had or the more reasoned ones that Robb put forth, her father and the others wouldn't relent. Each day they were simply told that he was recovering and they'd see him soon and Sansa felt it to be true. Telling both Arya and Robb of how it was when he'd fallen in the Riverlands and how for days on end she'd sat by his bed and just watched him sleep. She told them that it had seemed as if he'd never wake up but that after almost two weeks Jon had and his recovery afterward was total and complete.

It didn't reassure them or her as much as she hoped and Sansa found she missed not having Willas by her side to offer her the same reassurances. Each day that passed only made her worries rise and Arya act out more and more, not even their father's threats of discipline calming her sister's anger. If it hadn't been for the wolves, then she doubted anything could have. Fang, Nymeria, and Grey Wind all refusing to leave their sides for more than a few moments at a time, and Sansa grateful for that and for the ability to get lost in her wolf's mind as well.

She'd found that when she did so her worries reduced somewhat and whether it was that Fang didn't worry in the same way as she did or that the wolf knew more than her, she couldn't be sure. What she was sure of though was that it allowed her to think that Jon would recover and that despite it taking longer for him to do so, it didn't mean what she believed it to. Whatever it was that was going on with her brother was something that he needed to do and so she choose to believe that and to share it with both Robb and Arya.

"Jon is fighting, Arya, it's a fight we can't take part in but it's a fight he will win." she said as they all sat in her room.

"How do you know? How could you, you've not seen him, none of us has." Arya said her anger as always tinged with the worry she felt.

"The wolves know, Arya. Jon told me that many years ago, they know more than we and we need to trust that they're right, now and always."

"I don't understand?" Robb said looking her way.

Sansa did her very best to explain it, how she'd been in Fang and how it had felt and that she was certain that she was right. Both Robb and Arya making her doubt it though when they said that perhaps she was believing what she wished to and not what was the truth. So she did the only thing she knew to do, she told them to warg and to see it for themselves. Robb got up and locked the door, even though most near them knew of their warging they'd decided it was for the best if they kept it to those who understood. Sansa having remembered the conversation she'd had with Lady Olenna when she'd explained what it was like to warg and the advice the woman had given her.

"The faith would not think so highly on this, the Citadel either. The North is already thought of disparagingly by some in the South, I too felt that way at one time." Olenna said looking at her.

"You think I should keep it to myself?" she asked.

"It's for the best that you do, Sansa, besides some secrets, are fun to keep are they not?"

Willas had told her likewise as had Jon who'd also explained that his family had always been looked warily upon because of the dragons and it had led some to lash out at them or thinking them to be against the nature of the gods.

"Wargs may be a known thing, Sansa, in the North and in books but it's one thing to know of them and another to see them proved true. There are those in the realm who fear magic and would seek to harm those who possess it and trust me, little sister, it's magic that we possess."

So for now at least it was best it was kept secret and once Robb had locked the door and returned to his seat, she, her brother, and sister closed their eyes and were soon in their wolves.

She lay on the ground, her wild sister and swift brother beside her, their quiet brother lay beside his two-foot while mother followed after her own. The fierce brother sat by a fire and chewed on a bone, his two-foot speaking to him as he brushed his coat. Far away in the north, their wise brother ran free through the woods and she could almost sense the beating of his heart as he engaged in the hunt.

Looking to her wild sister and swift brother she saw they felt it too, the presence that was coming their way and getting ever closer. She could feel their excitement when they realized who it was and she wondered if mother knew father was on the way. Her wild sister seemed upset and so she moved to her and rubbed her head against her, the swift brother doing likewise and she knew then it was because of the quiet brother's two-foot. He was there but not there, here but not here, and though her wild sister and swift brother worried about him, the quiet brother did not and so she pointed them to him.

Sansa opened her eyes and saw that Arya and Robb still had their's closed and so she waited until they were done and had come back to themselves before she spoke.

"Did you feel it?" she asked and saw Robb nod and Arya smile a little, the first one she'd seen on her sister's face in quite a number of days.

"He'll recover." Arya said.

"Aye, he will."

"And then he'll deal with mother." Robb said and Sansa felt her joy at their relief soon begin to fade.

Jon being ill had in some ways been a good thing as it had allowed them to forget the fact that their mother was now here and would soon need to be dealt with. Her crimes were many and numerous and each of them had agreed that she needed to pay for them, though all of them had different ideas of how much she needed to pay. Surprisingly it was Arya who spoke up more for her than she or Robb did, her little sister not knowing as much about what their mother had done as either of them.

Sansa was both reluctant to tell her and knew that she had needed to know the full extent of what their mother had been a part of. When Jon had told them what he planned to do, she had sat quietly and listened and had found herself at odds with him. Her mother had tried to kill him, had cost Alyrs his life, and had that been all then that would have been enough. But Sansa remembered how she'd acted when she'd tried to have him killed again. What she had said and how she had behaved and even after it all she'd still tried to deny her brother what was his by right. She'd sat and listened and kept her own counsel, wishing for nothing more than to stand up and scream out how wrong it all was.

How she didn't deserve mercy or forgiveness or a single one of their tears and how if she'd have had her way then they'd be mourning Jon and not worrying about her fate. She'd wished to but she had not and though she disagreed completely with what Jon had decided Sansa had accepted it. He was her brother and it was he who'd been harmed and so it was his choice alone to make.

"She's getting off easy." she said to a gasp from Arya and a worried look from Robb.

"Sansa?" Robb said looking at her.

"No Robb, what she did, what she tried to do, if it were anyone but her then she'd lose her head. You understand that and how this will make Jon look. She is our mother and I loved her once, perhaps deep down inside I love her still, but were she not, if she was someone else's that would you worry so about her fate?"

"But she's not someone else's mother, she's ours." Arya said and Sansa saw her sister wipe her eye.

"And she tried to harm the pack, Arya, she tried to kill Jon, to break the pack up." she said looking to her sister.

When they left she knew she'd not changed their minds on their mother, though she took comfort that she'd at least managed to alleviate their concerns about Jon. Sansa lay back down on her bed and hoping that her brother would awake soon and that Willas would return unharmed.

Braavos 298 AC.

Willas.

His cane hit the ground as he moved through the city, Willas making his first visit to Braavos as was Ser Richard while Lord Wyman had come here many times both of them had been happy to find out. It had taken them three days to receive an audience with the Iron Bank. Willas finding himself incredibly annoyed at the wait, though Ser Richard had welcomed it, the man disappearing into the city more than once since they'd arrived.

Their prisoner had behaved impeccably throughout, Willas certain it was the fact that Jae had allowed him to keep his own gold and that they were only taking the companies. Gorys still wearing an almost king's ransom in it on his person. He knew the man had tried and failed to bribe many of the guards who'd been left over him, Jae insisting that it was the men of the hundred and Ser Richard's own rather than any others who'd been handed the task. His grandmother had been affronted at the suggestion that some of their men would or could be bought for coin, until Margaery had pointed out that in truth that was what they had done to them in the first place.

But once he'd realized he couldn't escape then Gorys had just welcomed his good fortune and good treatment. The man had eaten and drunk far better than all but the noblest of their prisoners. Now though he was being led into the Iron Bank's building and Willas felt nervous about it and about how the bankers may react to him. Given the sheer amount of coin the man was in control of, what was to stop him from turning them to his side? It was a question he'd pondered and one which Ser Richard had provided the answer to. One single word making everything clear, dragons.

"Relax, they're just bankers." Wyman said sensing his nervousness as they entered the bank's domain.

"That's the problem, my lord." he said receiving a large guffaw from the merman in return.

Once inside the building they were taken straight into a large room with a big imposing desk that had three chairs behind it. Willas, Wyman, and Gorys Edoryen the only three from their group allowed in the room, all their guards having to wait outside. Willas felt his nerves begin to rise once more and only relaxed when the tall thin man walked in carrying a number of books in his hand and took a seat before bidding them take their own. There were a few moments of silence as the man looked at each of them before he then spoke.

"And how may the Iron Bank help you today?" the thin man asked.

"You know who we are?" Wyman said while Willas gathered his wits about him.

"Lord Wyman Manderly, newly appointed Master of Trade to his Grace King Jaehaerys Targaryen. Lord Willas Tyrell newly appointed Master of Coin to the same king and Gorys Edoryen Paymaster General of the now not so Golden Company." the man said and though the last part could have been a jape his voice had not changed at all.

"And you are?" Willas asked.

"Noho Dimittis."

"First things first, Gorys if you will." Willas said finally feeling ready to take charge.

"As you are no doubt aware The Golden Company keeps a large account here with the Iron Bank and I as Paymaster General have control over that account do I not?" Gorys asked.

"You are correct."

"As a result of my agreement with his grace, I've come here to sign that account over to Lord Willas and the crown." Gorys said.

"The entire account?" Noho asked surprised.

"The entire account." Gorys said.

"Which stands at?" Willas asked.

He watched as Noho opened one of the books and began skimming over pages until finally stopping and looking at it intently before picking up a quill and scribbling down some figures on a small piece of paper.

"In Westerosi, Three million, seven hundred and seventy-four thousand, six hundred and four, gold dragons." Noho said and Willas looked to Wyman who was smiling at hearing the amount.

"And what is needed to bring this account under our control?" he asked.

"A signature from Gorys Edoryen will suffice." Noho said.

"Once he signs, he cannot gain access to it from that point?" he asked looking at both the banker and the red-haired Gorys.

"He cannot." Noho said.

"And as per my agreement with his grace, I'm free to go my way?" Gorys said and Willas nodded.

It took a few moments for the papers to be drawn up and Gorys signed them immediately. Willas then watching as two guards came in to remove him from the building, the man's business ties to the Iron Bank now terminated and his presence no longer welcome. As soon as he was gone, Noho turned to both him and Wyman with a smile now on his face.

"And how can the Iron Bank be of service to the crown?" Noho asked.

Willas spoke to the man about the crown's debt finding out that it was a little over half a million, which left them with more than three million gold dragons and put the crown in the most favorable position it had been in for years. He knew that they owed the Lannisters close to a million and his own family almost as much but even were they to pay them both off immediately, which they would not, they'd still have over a million gold dragons in the accounts.

After receiving notes of credit and making himself a signatory on the account, he waited while Wyman was taken into another room. The Lord of White Harbor coming back far too soon for him to have done any business and Willas finding out as they walked back to their manse that he would need to return on the morrow. Ser Richard was nowhere to be seen when they returned and Willas could only hope the man's business wouldn't take too long. He was more than eager to return to King's Landing as soon as possible.

"You think we'll be departing soon?" he asked Wyman as they sat down to eat later that night.

"Before week's end I'd imagine, my own business should be concluded on the morrow with any luck and as for Ser Richard." Wyman said with a shrug.

"Do you have any idea why he's with us, I mean other than that vagueness about getting a present for the king?" he asked.

"No, the man holds to his secrets as a maiden does her modesty." Wyman said and Willas chuckled.

"The trade, what his grace suggested, you think it beneficial?" he asked.

"Most beneficial, the routes alone will earn us coin, and should we expand as much as I hope, the possibilities are endless." Wyman said smiling.

He was about to ask more about it when he heard the whistle and then the footsteps and looked up to ser Ser Richard almost strolling into the room. The Master of Whisperers taking a seat and reaching out to pour himself some of the peach brandy before sipping it and then swallowing it down, only to refill his glass and sit back in his seat.

"A good day?" he asked curiously.

"Most good, I found the king's present." Richard said with a large smile on his face.

"So after Lord Wyman finishes his business we can leave?" he asked.

"After that and I find a cage fit to hold a slippery bird." Richard said before laughing "A very slippery bird indeed."

King's Landing 298 AC.

Dany.

Seeing her nephew lay so still was disheartening and not something she enjoyed, nor was she able to put on as straight a face as Tyrion or Aemon were. Shiera had not been allowed to visit Jae at all and though Dany felt for her aunt, she could understand it. Tyrion having told her what had occurred and while she didn't blame her for it, she had found she was in the minority on that. Shiera though perhaps blamed herself far more than anyone other than perhaps the queen did. Her aunt had gone into her shell almost and barely left her room other than to go to Aemon's.

As for her uncle, he'd spent days going over books and had found nothing. Dany having walked in on him more than once looking at a strange book with barely any writing in it. When she'd asked him about it he'd told her that it was a book of many names. Some calling it Signs and Portents and others Deanys's Journal, both she and Tyrion had been most eager to read it once he'd confirmed that it was indeed the book The Dreamer wrote. Both of them disappointed to find that it contained very few actual words other than what seemed to be the secret to hatching dragon's eggs.

"This is different than how my own children were born." she said as she, Tyrion, and Shiera all sat in Aemon's room, her aunt and uncle having asked them both to join them.

"How so?" Aemon asked curiously.

"I used wildfire." she said to a shocked look from Tyrion.

"Why?" her brother asked.

"It was what the vision showed me, I fired an arrow and set it on fire and then had to walk into it. I even lost my hair because of it." she said looking to her aunt to confirm it and finding she was looking off into the distance.

"You were bald?" Tyrion asked smirking.

"A baldy fucker, Sandor called me." she said and her brother started laughing as did she.

When they stopped she handed the book back to Aemon and Tyrion asked him more about it, Aemon not having any answers as to why there were no more words in it than the ones they could see.

"It's so he can't see them." Shiera said, Dany looked to her as her aunt spoke the first words she had since they'd arrived in the room.

"Who?" Tyrion asked.

"Bloodraven." Aemon said bidding them both to come closer.

"While I've not been able to actually find a way to help Jaehaerys, none of us truly can." Aemon said and she looked worriedly at Tyrion "I've instead been reading up on our uncle, though not even the books know him as well as Shiera does."

Dany looked to her aunt who seemed almost resigned to speaking about a man she knew had been her love once. Shiera having only briefly mentioned him to her while they were together in Essos, yet the truth of how she'd felt about him was very clear to her.

"Brynden and I were fascinated by magic. What it could do, what it could be used for, the limits of knowledge notwithstanding of course. We read all we could, looked where we could, and given Brynden's gifts soon found more than perhaps any had before us or at least any since the doom." Shiera said.

"Gifts?" Tyrion asked.

"Brynden just like Jae was a warg, a powerful one, I believe it's in the blood. Just as we are connected to dragons because of Valyria, Brynden is connected to the old magic because his family were of the First Men." Shiera said.

"I don't understand." Dany said looking to her uncle.

"We believe that magic knows magic, Dany, it seeks it out, the blood itself searching for it and looking to join it with its own. The dragons are magical creatures and while they existed magic existed but once they died out so did it." Aemon said.

"Magic was gone?" Tyrion said and Aemon nodded.

"But the blood remained and it sought to find more magic, called out for it, and while some later tried to bring the dragons back, others took a different route." Aemon said.

She looked at her uncle and her aunt, both of them speaking of magic as if it was a living breathing thing and she found herself to be lost once more.

"My father sought to bring magic back, oh that wasn't the only reason he lay with so many women but it was a reason all the same. His blood compelled him to seek out other magical blood, to restore what was lost when the dragons went away. My mother and Bryndens's both had magic in their own blood and my father was drawn to it." Shiera said.

"What does this have to do with Jae?" Tyrion asked.

"Magic has a price, a cost, one we're not certain of the true extent of. Shiera believes it led Bloodraven down a dark path, that he sought more and more of it, and the more he gained the more powerful he became and the more afraid." Aemon said.

"Afraid? Why would he be afraid if he has so much power?" Dany asked confused.

"Because no matter how much you possess, there is always one who has more, one who is stronger than you or more skilled or more handsome or beautiful. One who has what you have not and while in life this can manifest itself in more ways than one, in magic it's far more simple." Shiera said.

"There is something else too." Aemon said.

"What?" Tyrion said.

"For everything, there is an opposite, day and night, good and evil, beautiful and ugly." Aemon said.

"Light and Dark." Shiera said looking at her.

Dany looked to Tyrion who seemed just as lost as she, the things her aunt and uncle were saying made no sense, and yet in some ways they did too.

"Bloodraven is dark?" she asked.

Yet she received no confirmation or answer only Aemon telling her that Bloodraven and Jae were on opposite sides of things. That they were bound to fight against each other and that only one of them would survive that fight, whomever it was would then find that that fight was only the beginning of what needed to be done. She left the room far more confused than she had when she had entered it. Dany then making her way to her nephew's and finding both Margaery and the young girl Joy were on the bed laying by his side.

She didn't stay long or disturb them too much, but she reached out her hand and took his own and held it for a few moments as she spoke to him. Dany telling him that she missed him and asking him to come back, that they needed him here for what was to come. The last part she said quietly in her mind and didn't speak aloud before she kissed his cheek and walked from the room. As she slept later on that night she dreamt of a lone red-eye and silver hair and she woke up shivering as she swore that she heard a man's laugh ring out across the night.

King's Landing 298 AC.

Genna.

She had thrown herself into her duties, taking over the running of the Red Keep and the household so that Margaery had one less thing to worry about. It was not a selfless act on her part if the truth was told, Genna finding she needed to keep busy so she didn't worry too much. It was something that came upon her more when she was idle, the worry and concern, the thoughts that Jae may not wake up, or that even worse may occur.

Try as she might she couldn't stop her mind from going to the darkest places, finding that the words of comfort she used with the children or with Margaery herself were words spoken and yet not words she truly believed. Or to be more precise words that she believed less and less each day he didn't' wake. Genna had done her best to stay positive, especially around the children, Willem, Tion, and Walder all showing their worry as did Tommen each and every day. Yet it was Martyn and Joy who were taking it the worst of all, the latter no great surprise but the former had been, or was to her at least.

Kevan and Dorna and even Lancel had expected it as Martyn idolized Jae, Genna listening as her brother told her that her nephew wished to be as much like him as he could be and it was why he practiced so. But while Martyn showed his concern with periods of quietness and distracted thoughts, Joy handled her own exactly how she'd expected. Her niece was willful, angry, uncooperative, and unwilling to listen and Genna despite her frustration with her couldn't fault her in the very least. She'd not agreed with the children being denied the chance to see him, had felt it would have been better for them all and Jae perhaps most of all, to allow them into the room but she'd been overruled.

So when she'd found out that Joy had found a way, that her clever little niece had not taken no for an answer, it had made her laugh out loud for the first time in almost a moon. She'd been happy when Margaery had allowed Joy to come and go as she pleased and had sworn that she'd seen a change in Jae each time the girl was near. Though perhaps that was her hope and not the truth of things.

As the days went by with no change, her mind went elsewhere until finally, she could put it off no longer and so she demanded and was given the chance to go and speak with the trout. Jaime giving in after she'd made it clear it wasn't a request and now she walked down the halls and across the yard before heading down to the cells and the woman housed within. Her guards walked with her and soon enough she was stood outside the woman's cell, Genna annoyed to see it was not the black one's where she belonged that they'd sent her to.

"Five minutes." the jailer said and she shook her head.

"I'll take as long as I wish, you have a problem with that then go speak to the Lord Hand." she said as he opened the door and let her inside.

The woman looked far older than her years, her face more drawn and haggard than Genna had expected and it reminded her more of her crazy sister than herself. She looked as if she hadn't slept a true night's sleep in some time and yet despite it she was alert and she saw how her eyes narrowed and her lips tightened when Catelyn saw her. Genna noticed how she took in her crimson and gold and any attempt at the pretense that she'd have made to be anyone else would no doubt fail, not that she had intended to be anyone but herself here today.

"I expected more." Genna said dismissively as she gave Catelyn Tully the once over.

"How dare you." Catelyn replied and Genna was glad to see that her pride still remained.

"I dare because unlike you I've kept my wits. I wasn't fool enough to pull on the dragon's tail, nor was I hypocrite enough to claim myself to be a woman of faith."

"I am a woman of faith." Catelyn said loudly.

"Really, you think the Mother will forgive you for trying to kill a child?".

"A bastard." Cat said loudly.

"No trout, I'm afraid you're very much mistaken, even your true and pious High Septon accepts the truth of his birth. Not that it matters, a child is a child and all are innocent in the eyes of the Mother, or did your Septa not teach you that."

"He posed a risk to my house." Cat said.

"Did he indeed? The very house that's in the best position it's been in since it wore a crown itself? Or perhaps you mean the House of Fish that you come from and if so then it was you and the other little trouts that posed the true threat to that one."

"He wanted to usurp my son." Cat said looking at her.

"You truly are a fool, it's no wonder that Brandon Stark had no wish to marry you or that Eddard couldn't wait to set you aside." she said with a smile.

"You lie, Brandon loved me."

"And yet he married another, had a child with another, who usurped who Lady fish?" Genna said.

"I…the boy, it was all the boy."

"The boy you tried to kill, the brother you tried to take away from your children. Let me tell you about that boy, Trout. That boy is worth all your children, a hundred of them, a thousand of them. That boy has naught but kindness and compassion in him, he cares for others far more than he does himself and puts them above his own feelings each and every time. Not for favor or as part of some plan as you would claim it so, but because it's who he is. Unlike you Trout that boy has a heart that's full of love, not hate, not petty jealousy and fears that have no grounding in truth."

She moved closer to her, her voice now softer as she did so.

"I should have you dragged from here, paraded through the streets, and let the people know what you tried to do to their king, you'd see it then Catelyn Tully, or is it Baelish." she snorted "You'd see what they think of that boy you hate so and trust me the sentence they'd impose on you would be one you well deserved. I should do so but I won't because your fate is not mine to decide. No, it's that boy who'll judge you and find you guilty, think on that when you sleep tonight or if you sleep tonight."

Genna turned to walk away and then stopped, turning back and seeing the look of abject fear that was now on Catelyn's face.

"Had you truly been a pious woman, a woman of faith, a woman with even an ounce of motherly love inside of you, was that truly who you were then you'd have seen what we all saw when we looked at Jon. You'd have seen a boy that any of us would have been proud to call our own. You could have had it all, his love, his adoration, and his support, had you had but one ounce of love inside of you, one ounce of kindness that you'd have been willing to show him.

He'd have fought the entire world to make you happy, that's who that boy is, and that's who you tried to take away from us, and that's who I damn you for. The worst of the seven hells awaits you Trout and no one has ever deserved it more."

She walked out from the cell and as the doors closed she leaned up against the wall and tried to compose herself. Never before had she felt anger the likes of which had just came over her, Genna looking down to see where her fingers had dug into the palms of her hand and where in one or two places they'd broken the skin. As she took a deep breath she closed her eyes and then opened them before she began to move and soon enough she found herself outside the King's Chambers.

"How is he?" she asked as she walked in, Margaery sitting by the bed and Joy and Balerion leaning against Ghost on top of it.

Beyond the Wall 298 AC.

Bloodraven.

He scrambled and tried to close back up the walls, fixing them one brick at a time and finding almost as soon as he did so another came crashing down. The words his kinsman had spoken had sent a shiver down his spine and he felt a fear that he'd not felt in years, Brynden was not used to being the one who was afraid. Even seeing his enemy to the North had never made him feel this way and as he tried desperately to keep his kinsman contained, he thought back to when he'd seen the truth of what was to come.

Their house would fall, the vision had been clear enough in that and so he'd done all he could to see that it would not come about. He'd killed his brother though not truly with his own hands, his nephews though he couldn't be certain it was any arrow he'd fired that had seen them fall. True enough he'd tried to end Aegor but he'd been left with no choice had he not? It had cost him an eye and yet even that he'd seen was to come, if not quite how it was to occur.

He had done it all for them and they'd cast him aside, he'd given them his blood, his eye, his love and they'd sent him to rot away at the end of the world. Brynden finding his bitterness rising like a fire which kept him warm from the cold. He'd wondered why he'd not seen this end, why he'd not known this was to come, and he knew then his magic was not strong enough for him to truly see. It was then the voices and the dreams came, the call from a place even further North than here, and Brynden began to make plans that he knew may never come to pass.

How many years passed he could not tell, but he felt his power grow, the deal he'd made with the old god's servant was one he never intended to keep and one which would serve him and not them. Time was like a river to him and he'd learned how it truly ran and once you knew where to go, how to travel along the waters, nothing stood in your way. Forward, backward or simply standing still he'd done it all, and then he'd seen the thing in the cold, the thing that sought his end but would never end him and finally he saw the one who would.

It was useless, beyond hope, the walls were tumbling down far quicker than he could rebuild them, the prison hadn't been enough and his kinsman was breaking free and would soon be coming for him. A destiny that he'd tried so very hard to avoid was close to being inevitable unless he acted and acted soon.

"Leaf." he called out.

"Acorn."

His words drifted in the wind and none answered and so he closed his eyes to see and saw them all sitting around a small fire that burned in the cave. Brynden opened his eyes and called out to them once more and still, the children didn't come. He needed the paste and he needed it now and so he reached out and called the raven to him, the sound of its wings as it flew through the cave seeming far louder than they should. It took him some time to eat enough, the raven feeding him as if he was its chick and Brynden feeling his strength begin to grow as he closed his eyes and reached out to any who'd listen.

He felt his kin, old and young, known and unknown to him, Shiera standing out like a beacon but closed to him, Aemon there but not, and Daenerys just outside his reach. The dwarf forced him away, not allowing him even close and he knew the one he wished for most was lost to him forever now, not even his prison would hold him back. So Brynden took to the air once more, his ravens flying and yet not, North, South, East and West, a small girl, an older woman, a young man, all mere flickering lights and soon enough he was back in familiar places.

"A thousand eyes and one." the voice whispered as it slept, the patch no longer on his eye and the hollow space seeming as familiar as his own.

Brynden began to send the dreams, to break down the walls of the mind, and then he beckoned him to come his way. It would not be the same, the man's magic was weak and not true but better to be out and begone than to await the fate that headed his way.

"Blow the Horn, Blow the horn and bring me to you," he said softly as he showed the pirate dreams that would never come to pass.

King's Landing 298 AC.

Margaery.

She changed his clothing alone, Joy having left early that morning, and Margaery already missing her company. As worried as she was about Jae, Joy had a way of almost ignoring it or more of making her feel as if she could. Margaery listening on as she told Jae story after story, as she spoke of the Yentures to come and of Apples, Winter, Ghost, and Rhaenix too. When she'd first found the girl in their bed she'd thought she'd seen something in her husband's expression and she swore that she heard him make sounds that he made with no one else.

At times when she touched his cheek or leaned against his chest, she had felt it too, as if he was awake and was watching her. She'd been certain it was only a matter of time, that any day now he'd wake and so had been more than happy to have Joy come back and spend time with him and with her. Sure that together they'd bring him back home only to find the days had gone by without him waking. It was now four that had passed since that first night and each one of them had only made her lose that faith a little more.

"Joy will be back later, Jae, I'm sure she'll have another story for us to enjoy."

"Aye, I like that one best of all, was that me you were telling her about?"

"It was wasn't it, gods, was that how you saw me?"

She spoke as if he was answering her questions and she knew it was something that she'd picked up from Joy. Margaery finishing dressing him and readying to wash and feed him before people came by to spend some time with them both. It was hard, waking up beside him and then dressing and cleaning him and then herself. Bathing only when someone she trusted was in the room and eating only when she had company that forced her to.

Her sleep was fitful, little sounds would wake her up and she'd found herself calling out his name more than once. Loras and the rest of the Kingsguard had quickly gotten used to the difference between her tones, knowing when she was worried and when it was nothing for them to be bothered about. Some days were almost like a daze to her, like a dream she couldn't quite remember and she wondered how she seemed on those days to any who saw her. Did they think she was losing her mind? Was she? It was hard to tell and the ideas she was having would suggest that she may very well be.

"Am I mad, Jae?"

"What I intend to do, is it mad?"

"Or is it what you truly need?"

She asked him and just as she thought it would be the same and that she'd receive no sign or no reply, she swore she saw his hand move. Hurrying to the bed, she grabbed his hand and brought it to her face, and then she closed her eyes.

"It is what I must do, isn't it?" she said hopefully and she felt her cheek being touched, startling her so much that she cried out loudly and dropped his hand to the bed.

Ser Arthur and Ser Barristan both came rushing inside, Margaery now sitting on the bed reaching desperately for her husband's hand, a smile on her face as she turned to look at the two knights. When she told them what she wished to do both of them made ready to talk her out of it, Margaery quickly rising to her feet and looking intently at them both.

"I am your queen and this is my command, see that it's made ready." she said firmly and leaving no room for question.

It took them some time and she waited by the side of the bed, she'd hurriedly dressed Jae in clothes that he'd not worn in weeks. She struggled to get his boots on, having to almost force them over his feet and she knew that his coat was barely buttoned but in her excited state she cared not. When the Kingsguard returned it was all of them and not just two and soon enough she was being helped to the carriage. The ride itself not taking long and Rhaenix was already waiting for them when they got there.

Margaery looked on as they carried Jae over to the dragon, as they lay him down beside his sister and she could see the doubt and worry in their faces. What did they think was going to happen she wondered? Did they think Rhaenix would harm him? That she could? If so then just looking at the dragon would show that could never be. How large Rhaenix was she'd not been able to truly ascertain, she was as large if not larger than a Pinnacle ship and her head alone was as big as the carriage they'd arrived in. Yet she and they watched the dragon place it on Jae's chest and it was done with such gentleness that she wondered if the weight was even felt.

"Your grace, are you sure about this?" Ser Barristan asked and Margaery nodded as they looked and waited.

Margaery then feeling her legs moving without her consent when she saw his hand rise up to touch the dragons face.

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Jaehaerys Targaryen.

The woman led him down through cobbled streets and soon he was walking on a dark paved road, the night moonless and the darkness only lightened by the white of the wolf's fur. He hurried after what he assumed to be both the wolf and the woman, finding them to always stay the same distance away from him no matter if he ran or walked. After some time he felt the rain begin to fall and then the darkness began to lighten, Jae watching as the sun rose in front of him and began to reflect off the buildings he now found himself surrounded by.

High into the clouds they rose, their stone polished so smoothly that they looked to be carved out of one piece rather than the many stones most buildings were made from. Jae looked around and found that he now couldn't see either the woman or the white wolf. Instead, there were many other people walking through the streets of what he now knew could only be Valyria. He heard rather than saw the dragons, their roars, and their happy trills letting him know they flew somewhere high above him.

When he felt his hand be taken he almost shouted out, Jae looking down to see the silver-haired girl pulling his hand as she began to walk ahead of him.

"Who are you?" he asked to no reply other than a now more urgent pull on his hand.

Knowing there was little else he could do and not wishing to just stand around and hope the answers came to him, he followed after the little girl who smiled at him when he did so. Jae took the chance to look at her more clearly, her silver hair and deep purple eyes marked her clearly as a Valyrian, and yet there was something familiar about her too, something he couldn't quite place. She led him down the smooth paved roads and Jae looked around to see the sheer number of people who were out and about, estimating the city to be even fuller than King's Landing was.

How long he walked with the girl he couldn't tell, it seemed like they'd covered a lot of ground, and yet he didn't feel as if he'd been walking very long at all. The large building she stopped in front of was bigger than the entire Red Keep and yet it wasn't even close to being the largest one around. Jae hearing the girl giggle as she let go of his hand and ran up the steps that led to a large gate.

"Wait, come back." he shouted after her but she didn't turn or stop, and then he swore she just seemed to disappear through the still unopened gates.

Taking the steps two at a time he soon found himself standing in front of the gates and almost fell to the ground when he saw the symbol carved into them. The three-headed dragon was red on a black base and he knew then that this had been his family's home. Reaching out to touch it he found himself almost falling and when he stopped himself from doing so and looked around, he found he was now on the other side of the gates. As he walked through a large garden that was even more beautifully laid out than the ones in Highgarden, Jae began to hear voices and moved towards them.

He saw a tall silver-haired man speaking to two women who could only be related to him, both women dressed very differently. One wore ringmail and bore a sword on her hip, the other wore the most beautiful dress he'd ever seen and was laughing at something the man said. Jae moved towards them only for them to seem to fade away the closer he got and so he continued on and moved further through the gardens. Soon enough he heard even more voices and found they came from a small grove and so he moved towards it.

Upon entering it he saw an old man with braided silver hair sitting and writing in a book while beside him a small slim old woman stood, both of them looking over what the man had written. Then just as with the others, they faded away from him as soon as he moved towards them. On and on he walked through the gardens and then he saw the girl once more, this time she was laughing as a slightly plump man chased after her and called out her name.

"Rhaenyra, Rhaenyra, I'm going to catch you my little delight." the man called out to the girls increasing laughter.

The more people he saw the more he began to recognize them, Daeron The Young Dragon, Aegon the Unlikely, his great grandfather and namesake, Jaehaerys the second. Each part of the garden almost seeming to be yet another place where one of his ancestors took up space and each time he moved towards any of them he found them fading from view. By the time he reached the garden closest to the palace itself, he was about to give up any hope that they were anything more than apparitions or phantoms of his mind. Jae knew he would have if he'd not seen the white wolf and the dark-haired woman once again.

"Jae, this way." she called out and whether it was the sound of her voice which allowed him to truly place her or the fact that the sun seemed to dim ever so slightly, Jae found himself running after his mother as she walked into a section of the garden that was surrounded by high hedges.

He stopped as soon as he ran past them and into the clearing, looking to see them all sitting down under what was the largest Weirwood tree he'd ever seen. His father, mother, and grandmother were speaking while beside them Elia spoke to two silver-haired men and a small and beautiful dark-haired girl. Rhaenys looked his way and smiled before she turned to Egg beside her and pointed in his direction while Viserys moved to speak to his mother.

Jae moved quickly towards them and almost screamed out as with each step he took the place he was in began to change. The sun stopped shining as brightly, the grass beneath his feet began to turn to stone and the white bark of the Weirwood began to turn dark. He called out to his mother, his father, to his grandmother and his uncle, to Elia, Egg, and finally to Rhaenys, his words echoing around a much different place.

"Let me stay, let me stay…" he shouted out, his voice pained as he fell to his knees and onto the hard rock beneath his feet.

How long he stayed kneeling there and how many tears he shed he didn't know but was it not for the sound of a woman's voice singing he'd not have had the strength to rise to his feet. Jae wiped his eyes and followed the sound of the woman's voice and soon found himself to be walking through the keep at Dragonstone. Down corridor after corridor he walked, each one leading him closer until he came to a room with an open door and saw a silver-haired girl singing a song as she wrote into a book.

"You came." she said happily when she saw him "I knew you would."

"Who are you?" he asked.

"You know who I am and that's not the question you need to ask Jaehaerys, the question is who are you?" the girl asked looking at him.

"I'm..I'm lost.." he said softly.

"I know, but you have to lose yourself before you can be found, do you not?"

"Where am I?" he asked moving into the room.

"You're here, silly." she said with a melodic giggle.

"But I'm not supposed to be here am I?"

"You were always supposed to be here, it's only from here you can go there." she said pointing to the window.

He followed her hand and saw the Red Keep and then the Dragonpit, Rhaenix, Margaery, Ser Arthur, and Ser Barristan all around something on the ground, and then as he looked beyond them he swore he saw the gates of the palace in Valyria too.

"I want to go home." he said looking to her.

"But where is your home, Jaehaerys, is it where you live or where you're from?" she asked.

"I don't know." he said.

"As good an answer as any, one day you will. Until that day comes you need to read this, you'll find the answers you seek inside." she said handing him her journal before stepping up from her seat and walking to another door in the room and opening it, Jae seeing a bright light shining through it.

"Don't go." he said looking to her.

"We'll meet again, Jaehaerys, for now, read the song it'll explain some of what you need to know." she said.

"What song?" he asked.

"Open the book" she said and he looked down to see the writing on the page.

"Who are you?" he asked as she smiled at him before she walked through the door.

He sat down on the seat that she'd just left and looked down at the page, the words of the song written clearly.

One dream, one soul, one prize
One goal, one golden glance of what should be
It's a kind of magic

One shaft of light that shows the way
No mortal man can win this day
It's a kind of magic

The bell that rings inside your mind
Is challenging the doors of time
It's a kind of magic

The waiting seems eternity
The day will dawn of sanity

Is this a kind of magic?

There can be only one

This rage that lasts a thousand years

will soon be gone

This flame that burns inside of me
I'm hearing secret harmonies
It's a kind of magic

The bell that rings inside your mind
Is challenging the doors of time

This rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be, will soon be, will soon be gone
This is a kind of magic
There can be only one.

The light was blinding as he closed the book over, Jae looked at it as it shined through the door that the girl had left open, as he rose to his feet he heard the sound of a bell ring out and he walked into the light.

She was In his arms as soon as he did so, her lips on his cheek as she kissed him repeatedly and Jae looked up into her brown eyes and saw the tears as they fell down her face. His fingers brushed them away as his wife's smile showed that it wasn't sadness that made them fall.

"Margaery." he said softly as she kissed his lips.

A/N: Thanks to all who've read and reviewed and I'm up to 134/135. Up next as Jae recovers he makes some discoveries in Daenys's journal. In Braavos Richard makes a move on a mockingbird and beyond the Wall, we see what Leaf has been up to while in King's Landing Benjen and the loyalists arrive.

Chapter 134 reviews:

Jessicanightmarewolf: it also was Olenna's plan in the books before Tywin got wind of it too, but here she actually is happy about it.

Adgedless: So glad you liked the pairing, it's funny having Jae play that role.

Vfsnak: Indeed, the way of the world they live in is unions.

Jman: Glad you liked it.

Daryl Dixon: so glad you liked it.

Hkt29: In normal circumstances yes, but the king being who he is and Sansa being his little sister, without his approval nothing happens, and Olenna half expected Ned to put up a barrier to it and wanted to go to Jae first, had Ned said no and then gone to Jae before her then it would have been over for the match.

Keb: Thanks so much, you're more than welcome.

Xand007: No worries my friend, don't know what the hell happened to the damn update, any way you too, stay safe.

Silverglow: I still don't know what happened, the story is under the same name on Ao3 just in case it ever does so again and is updated on the same schedule.

That's the thing, she is that way but she's bound to be almost skipping around with the joy she's feeling right now. On the Warden thing, it's literally supposed to work that way, the major houses get it because of politics but in the Reach it's more logical Randyll Tarly would be named by a Targ especially post the rebellion. That more than anything is what some take issue with Mace over, his lack of military skill, so naming Garlan works really well, it keeps it in the family and keeps the reach lords happy as for Sansa/Willas well by now you've seen it.

I wanted that to be clear with Jae, again some people have accused me of being too feminist or more making Jae more lean that way when for me it's logical he would. He bristles at Arya having to be what they want her to be in the books, we see how he looks at spear wives, etc. So here surrounded by strong women, given his mother's history also, he'd be more attuned to making sure it was what Sansa wanted and once he was sure, he'd be on her side. On the not being able to fight, one of the small things I'm trying to show with Jae and with Marge is the parallels to Cersei/Robert and how differently they'll deal with them.

I do have plans with Alliser and he becomes very bitter given his circumstances in the books, now the thing is the question I mean is, was he always that way? I think you change his circumstances then you can change the man so we'll see. Benjen being close to him just is strange though lol. That's it exactly with Barry, he's finally doing what he wishes to do more than anything.

Loras is supposed to be a prodigy when jousting, I mean in canon he beat Jaime more than once, yes he cheated against the Mountain but he also knocked Jaime on his arse in canon in the prior tourney and so him beating them is possible. I really wanted to have it be the Joy thing, have her pick it up from Jae. That's it exactly with Ned, he'll make the demands but Sansa is so on board.

Indeed, Aurane's an interesting character in canon, you never quite know his game.

AjGranger: With Sansa, it's pretty much the education she's gotten from Olenna, and spending time with Marge, Willas, Jae, and especially Fang it's allowed her to grow. Glad you thought so with Jae and Ned and with Joy I really wanted it to be something she picked up from Jon. As for Loras winning, at this point in canon, he had beaten Ser Jaime to win the tourney on Joff's nameday and though he did what he did against the Mountain to cheat to win, he is a prodigy when it comes to jousting.

Chapter 135 reviews.

The sphinx: Shiera's role is kinda ambiguous, more will be clear later on.

Biohazard: So glad you liked it.

Jessicanightmarewolf: With Drogo, I wanted to leave it out there as a possible thing, Aurane was always who I had in mind for Dany but I didn't want to burn the Drogo bridge completely. Hope the answers have come about the brooch and Brynden as for Cat for now mental torture.

Supremus: Finally indeed, don't know what happened to the site, anyway, yep Brynden has made his move.

Vfsnake: I think with Bloodraven you need it to be nuts.

Remi: Yep they were indeed.

Emeraldduke: I'd so not thought of the election lol.

Daryl Dixon: Ruh Roh indeed.

Jman: I didn't mean to drag the Cat thing out but it just worked out that way.

Keb: That's one of the things with setting up a long term plot, you can forget or think nothing will come of it, and then whoosh it hits.

Hkt29: Glad you thought so with Dany, as for Cat this is the line where things get so blurred, the King needs her to be shown to suffer, the boy just needs her to suffer, doing the first may work out best for the realm at large, but doing the second may work out best for Jae personally.

Aussiekay: So glad you liked it.

ZenJack: Sorry about that.

Silverglow: We will indeed, the issue of her age is still the big barrier but we'll see more of her and Willas. I was thinking given Lucerys's relationship with the Targs it could very well be something that Aurane could have and as you say it was a thoughtful gift, I do so like the protective brother bit lol.

It's one of the things with Aemon and we'll see him find a role for himself as we go. With the Starks I was trying to show that Jae was seeing what he thought and not what was going on, he was feeling guilty and so he projected, so here you can see more of what they themselves were actually thinking. It was yes, we'll see Jae and those texts in a little bit but those were the writings that Jaqen gave him, yes. That's it precisely with Cat, she's recovered a little but it's like coming up for air while drowning, a brief respite.

With Bloodraven he pretty much predicted how Shiera would act, counted on it and she delivered completely, there are some who blame her and will be wary around her and for now, it's best she goes nowhere near Margaery.

It was more chaos confined to my own job lol, but it's calm he says softly so as not to tempt the gods lol.

AjGranger, I can honestly say I didn't expect it to be this long between when I introduced it and using it here, I mean it was always supposed to be at this time but I thought I'd have gotten here many many chapters ago. I hope the last few chapters have cleared it up, but if not Shiera's blood completed the connection, allowing Bloodraven to do what he did.

Xand007: Thank you, my friend. I'm so glad you liked it and you too, stay well.

XanMerric: Thanks, my friend.

Lady Octarina: On Shiera as far as she knew Brynden had it and so she never considered it to be a problem, it was a token of love she'd given him and to her mind, he'd worn it always. I will show the Dany vision, I'm keeping it for Ser Bonifer upcoming pov as I really wanted to keep to the Jae stuff. That lack of propriety is down to the Hound basically, that and her own mischievous side, I do like the idea of Aemon walking around as basically a full-blown Valyrian man and given what people think of them, people lusting over him and him trying to get away lol. The Citadel has lost a huge secret here and it's very important they did so, on the lack of security there is a reason for it which will be explained.

Shame, Shame, Shame indeed, we'll see it soon.

Scarilla: If the site doesn't mess up anymore, I should be ok.

Irish Hermit: That's the thing, we can feel some sympathy for her but she brought it all on herself and so how much should we really feel. Hope the Bloodraven plan has become clearer. As for Tormund he will most definitely play a role, we'll be seeing Jae look North in a few more chapters.