Valyria 298 AC.

Jaehaerys Targaryen.

He sat and spoke to his father, listening as he told tales of his life that Jae was sure not even Arthur had heard before. Jae telling his own tales, of Margaery and of Jaime and the Lannisters, and how they had been a family to him. Talking to his real father about his father by choice should have felt strange, odd, maybe even disrespectful and yet it did not. It actually felt right and his father seemed to appreciate hearing all that Jaime had done for him. Speaking to him when he was done and telling him to thank Jaime and Arthur when he returned.

When he spoke of Aemon, Shiera, Tyrion, and Dany, his father was surprised and not. Jae finding out that were limits to what they had seen of his life. That Rhaenys didn't appear once or that Rhaenix didn't awaken at all during their talk was explained to him and Jae felt relieved to know that she too was spending time with their family, and would be with his father once he left him alone. Something he did eventually, Jae saying his goodbyes and doing his best to keep his tears at bay. It was something he managed to do for only a few moments after his father had left.

"Mother?" he called out when he saw the shape emerge from behind Rhaenix "Mother." he called a little later as he looked at her through tear-filled eyes.

"Jaehaerys." she said smiling at him.

She barely got the words out of her mouth, Jae moving to her and almost lifting her from the ground in his exuberance. Hearing his mother's laughter as he held her tight, Jae despite his tears laughed too.

"My sweet son." he heard her whisper as she stared at his face, his mother just like Elia and his father almost seeming to be memorizing how he looked, something that he was doing to her too.

He'd seen her before, drawn her, dreamed of her, and yet this felt different. It was more real in some way and not just that he could feel her in his arms or that his face was just inches from her own. It felt more real, like the difference between a dream and being awake. Her fingers traced his face, Jae closing his eyes as she touched his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, and finally his lips. When he opened them she was smiling at him, her own eyes full of tears that he quickly wiped away.

Her eyes were the same as his, Arya's too though his little sister's were a little lighter than both of theirs. She had dark brown hair like his uncles and there was a sense of life about her that was hard to put into words. Over the years he'd heard tales from his uncle Ned and Benjen, from Nan and others at Winterfell. Even from people who knew her briefly like Ser Richard or who'd spent more time with her like Ser Arthur. He'd heard her described as beautiful, fierce, strong, and determined. Howland had spoken of her bravery and fearlessness and said that she most resembled Arya. For Jae standing there looking at her, while he could see that, all of that, there was this sense of something else about her and it took him some time to figure out what that was.

She was like Margaery, even more so than Arya or anyone else and he wondered if that was why he'd fallen for his wife. They looked nothing alike and were as different as night and day in terms of the things they enjoyed. But there was this, he couldn't quite find the right word, it was more than strength or determination. It was just a sense of something that he got from looking at her and one that he'd only ever gotten from looking at his wife.

"It's love, son." she said kissing his cheek as Jae looked at her shocked.

"How?" he asked not able to finish the sentence as he wondered how she knew what he was thinking.

"I've seen you with her, Jaehaerys, she loves you with all her heart as do I. It's full and unconditional and rare. I felt it with your father and as a mother, I have it for you, my son." his mother said smiling.

"How come I can't see it with others? Surely I'm not the only one to know that kind of love?" he asked and she laughed, the sound of it soon making him laugh too, though he knew not why he was doing so.

"While it's rare, it's not unknown, but why would you notice it in someone else? It's not for you to know their hearts, only your own." his mother said taking his hand and leading him away from the open space that Rhaenix lay sleeping in.

"You were happy, you and father?" he asked, it was a question he'd asked his father, one he'd asked almost everyone who'd known them both, other than those who had worked against them.

"Very much so, just as my son is with his own love." she said and that final piece of doubt that he'd carried so deep inside him, the one he'd thought gone finally was.

His mother led him to a small pool with a Weirwood tree beside it. Jae stunned to see one here and reaching out to touch it and see if it was real. The bark of the tree feeling rough on his fingers as his mother bid him sit on one of the large rocks nearest the pool.

"I thought they only grew in Westeros?" he said as he looked to the red leaves on the tree.

"They usually do but there is magic in those trees, Jaehaeyrs and this is a place of magic. That is the only one that survived the doom." his mother said "The last sapling of what was once a forest of them."

"What is this place? Truly? How are you here? Why are you here?" he asked as his mother laughed once more.

"Such an inquisitive mind you have and so like your father."

"Am I?" he asked and saw her nod.

"Oh not in temperament, though Rhaegar did change after Harrenhal but in other ways, you and he are as one. In how you feel, how much you care, how you think, and the decisions you make. You are your father's son in more ways than one, my son."

"And my mother's." he said and his mother smiled even more broadly.

"And your mother's." she said.

They sat in silence for a few moments, Jae feeling the breeze on his face and hearing the rustling of the leaves. His mother just sitting and watching him as he leaned his head back and looked to the sky. The shapes of the clouds above reminding him of the dragons that once called it their home.

"There are things you need to see, Jaehaerys, things that you need to know. I wish we had more time together but for now, this is all we are to be given." his mother said.

"For now?" he asked.

"One day, my son. One day but not today." she said reaching out and taking his hand in her own "When I go, carve the face in the tree, see what it is you need, and learn all there is to know."

"I...don't, please, don't go." he said holding her hand tightly, his mother leaning in to kiss his cheek and hold him tight.

"I love you, my son. From the moment I knew I was with child right up to the first time I held you in my arms, I've loved you with all of my heart. Your father and I, everything we did, everything it caused. I…knowing how it would have turned out, I'd not hesitate to do it again. You, my son, are all the proof that I need to know that what we did was good and true, that despite the terrible things that we helped set in motion, we did what was right. Not just for us but for everyone we left behind."

"Mother." he said his voice cracking.

"You are the Prince that was Promised, our Song of Ice and Fire, one day you'll sing that song Jaehaerys and it will be the sweetest sound this world has ever heard. My heart is full knowing that to be true, knowing that you live and breathe and are happy, my heart is full and I could wish for no more than that." she said and as he nodded and closed his eyes, she faded away.

How long he sat there after she had gone, he didn't know, only that he felt it to be hours. It took him some more time to move even when he decided to and when he did it was to rise to his feet and move to the Weirwood tree. He pulled Dark Sister out and began to carve the face in the bark of the tree. Jae working for some time before he moved back and sat down to look at the face he'd given it. Dark Sister's blade was covered in the red sap making it look as if it had been about its deadly work. Yet the face that stared back at him was one he'd seen once before, Jae smiling as he looked at it.

"The Laughing Tree." he said as he began to laugh loudly.

King's Landing 298 AC.

Loras.

He warmed up and loosened his muscles, the sword not being swung and the exercises ones that he'd been doing for more years than he could count. That Barristan, Arthur, and the other Kingsguard all did the same ones only showing where Jaime had learned them from. Lessons he'd then passed on to him and to Jae and they had to Brienne, Martyn, Willem, and others over the years. His skills had improved much over the time he'd spent under the tutelage of the finest swords that ever lived. Loras learning to limit his need to show off and to concentrate on getting better. He'd even managed to finally get the better of Garlan, something that his brother was both proud and angry about.

Arthur was the very best swordsman he knew, Jaime, next, and Jae he believed to be almost on a par with their mentor. Barristan despite his age, still had the skills and technique to make up for any slow down that may have occurred in his movements. After that, if Loras wasn't next then he'd not yet met the person who was better, his spars in the mornings with his brothers even allowing him to pass Brienne and Cregan. True Walder could beat him but with an ax in hand, his giant brother was a match for almost anybody. With a sword in hand though, Loras had his number, not that Walder ever truly fought with anything but his ax.

After he finished warming up, he looked around and saw the crowd that had assembled to watch the fight. His sister did exactly what she had said she would and ensured that almost the entire court had come out to watch a falcon's wings be clipped. That the man had dared speak to his sister in such a way annoyed him as a brother. That he dared speak to his best friend's wife that way annoyed him as a friend. That he dared speak to his queen in such a fashion brought out the Kingsguard in him and it would be he that put Harrold Hardyng in his place. The brother and friend would just have to stand by and watch, he thought with a wry smile.

It was a smile that soon faded when he looked up and saw Satin standing there, Loras turning away to concentrate on what he must do rather than on his love and their own issues. That it was hard to do so was no great surprise but thankfully Hardyng arrived at just the right time to change Loras's focus. The lord wore extravagant armor, the falcon winged helm, and the white and blue colors of House Arryn elaborately presented. Loras quickly felt the urge to wipe the smirk off the man's face. Something that Margaery's little nod to him only made him even keener to do.

"Ser Loras." Lord Harrold said with a brief nod.

"Lord Arryn." he said using the man's title and new name though he felt like a Hardyng to him still.

"A large crowd." Harrold said and Loras caught the almost grimace on his face.

"It's rare when the spar means something my lord, rarer still when her grace attends and his grace is not the one who she's here to see."

"Indeed, I shall endeavor to make her visit worthwhile then." Harrold said and Loras felt his blood rise, the stupid fool still hadn't understood that this was not about him, or not in the way he thought it was anyway.

"As shall I, my lord." he said with a small bow.

He walked over to where Tommen and Martyn were sitting, neither of them were truly his squire but Tommen was working for each of the Kingsguard while Jae was gone and Martyn was just eager to be closer to the action.

"A drink, Ser Loras?" Tommen asked holding the jug of water.

"I thank you, Tommen." he said taking a mouthful even though he didn't actually wish for any.

"That's a fine set of armor, it's a shame it's wasted on such a man." Martyn said with a laugh and both Loras and Tommen chuckled, the young man doing all he could to be as much like Jae as possible.

"Aye it is, what say you Martyn, fancy one of those wings as a trophy?" he asked to fuller laughs now, Loras enjoying the frowns that came his way from Harrold and those with him.

He heard the crowd quieten down, Loras watching as Margaery stepped forward. His sister's smile to all would look normal and yet he could see it was one of her false and painted on ones. Not that there wasn't amusement in her eyes too but he'd noticed the looks that Harrold had shot his sister's way and it was clear to him that so had she.

"My Lords, Ladies, Good Knights, and Squires. We're here today to witness an exhibition of swordsmanship. Lord Harrold Arryn and Ser Loras Tyrell will fight to five or a yield and prove which of the two is the better blade. To the winner will go my and no doubt your own admiration, as for the loser, well there's no shame in being defeated by a better man, is there?" Margaery said and Loras saw her nod to him and glare at Harrold, though he doubted the man even noticed it, preening as he was as one or two girls smiled at him.

He put on his helm and walked to the middle of the yard, Loras noticing that all the Kingsguard and Jaime now also were watching. When Jaime looked at him and nodded, Loras found himself smiling while remembering the same look on his face from many years before. Then it had been Winterfell and the lesson he dealt out was one that had been a painful one. The look on Jaime's face now bidding him deal out one just as harsh.

"Lord Harrold." he said with a bow.

"Ser Loras." Harrold said back.

The two of them then waited for Margaery to give the signal to begin and once she did Loras moved forward quickly. His sword moving even faster than his feet, the swing almost caught Harrold by surprise and forced him to back away. The next one was just as fast, Harrold barely parrying it and Loras then began to push his advantage. He thrust his sword forward before pulling it back quickly, the movement causing Harrold to come unbalanced as his attempted parry met nothing but air. Loras swung his sword low and then high, the sound of the crack as one of the wings on the helm fell to the ground was loud and brought gasps from all watching.

That he had taken both the wing and the point infuriated Harrold and his own swings became even more powerful in return. Loras simply swatting them away and using the power of them to unbalance the man even more. It was this that led to the second point and this one would leave a mark on the man and not the armor. Loras catching Harrold hard across the thigh to earn his second point and the loud pained shout that came from Harrold was something he enjoyed immensely. As was the even louder and more pained one when he caught him hard in the same place a few moments later. Loras using the lack of movement that Harrold was suffering from after the first blow to hammer home the next one. With the score now at three to naught and with Harrold barely able to move due to his injured leg, it was time to add some insult to the injury. Loras using the most basic of training ground feints and parries to fully show the gulf in skill between them.

Just like with the taking of the wing, this infuriated Harrold, and ignoring the pain in his leg he moved toward him and began swinging wildly. Being ill-disciplined in a fight could sometimes be an advantage as if your opponent couldn't predict your moves then sometimes that made them indefensible. Harrold's were anything but and Loras once again used the man's power against him, unbalancing him before he then moved in for the kill. He stepped into Harrold's guard and with the hilt of his sword, Loras smashed down hard on the joint between wrist and hand. Harrold's sword immediately falling to the ground and though he didn't break the hand, he'd certainly not be using it for a few days. Sweeping his legs from under him, he then placed his sword at Harrold's neck.

"Yield." he said and received a frenzied nod in return, Harrold laying on the ground and holding his injured arm.

He helped him to his feet and to all he looked like the gallant victor as he moved in to offer what looked to be words of commiseration to his fallen foe, though his words were certainly not going to be that.

"Next time you speak to my sister that way, it won't be me you face but her husband and my king does not use blunted steel. Remember this for the lesson it was, for next time it'll be a far more painful one that you'll be taught." Loras said his voice low as he let go of Harrold's hand and turned to bow to Margaery.

She was looking down at him, her smile one of her truest ones and he knew that he'd done just as she had asked him to. Looking to his brothers he could see their and Jaime's approval with his performance and he was proud not just of the win, but that he'd not let his own wish to put Harrold in his place for events years past to cloud his reasoning for this day's spar. It was not for him to gain a measure of revenge for King's Landing all those years ago, it was him as a Kingsguard doing as his queen had bid.

Loras looked up to see Satin smiling down at him, removing his helm he smiled back up and then turned back to look at Margaery and the others. It was hard not to accept his loves well wishes and pride in his success but their own issues threatened to raise their head each time he looked at him and he didn't wish them to infringe upon the day. Loras turned and walked back to Martyn and Tommen, bending down he picked up the broken wing and handed it to the laughing Martyn while welcoming the water Tommen offered this time for true.

Valyria 298 AC.

Jaehaerys Targaryen.

When he'd closed his eyes he couldn't tell, nor if he was actually asleep. Was he in a vision of some sort or was he just in a different part of Valyria? What he did know was that he was alone, the room he was in was dark and his sword was no longer on his hip. Reaching out with his hands, Jae could feel nothing in his way and so as carefully as he could, he began to move. Arms outstretched, feet moving slowly, he expected at any time to hit a barrier of some sort or another, and yet for the longest time, he felt nothing.

He actually jumped back when he felt the stone of the wall, meaning that it took him more than a few moments to find it again. Jae rubbing his hands all around it as if by some piece of providence this would lead him to a handle or opening of some sort. Instead, all he felt was smooth rock and as he began to move along it he wondered if it would ever end. Time began to lose meaning to him, the darkness, the fact the wall was smooth and had no joins making it all feel exactly the same as the piece he just left, all combining to make it feel endless. Had he not heard the sound of the singing, then he wouldn't even have known if he was moving forward or back. Jae immediately focussing on it, moving towards it, and then finally seeing the light in front of him.

He moved to it and soon was shielding his eyes from the light. When he was finally able to focus what he saw had him sure that he was dreaming still. He was facing out looking over a bay and standing atop a cliff, around him a group of men stood watching on as a lone man sang a song, though it wasn't the men or even the song that Jae focussed on. Instead, it was the stones that were shaping themselves into what looked like the beginnings of a keep.

Jae looked on amazed as they bent, twisted, and stretched and as more stones began to do likewise. The men all watching as did he as the lone man sung his song, and only when he stopped did the stones stop moving and changing too. As soon as he did, it was a different bay and cliff that Jae then found himself on, this one far more familiar to him and yet as he looked around, Dragonstone was nowhere to be seen. He heard the song again only this time it was louder and he could make out some of the words, the language clearer than their meaning.

"Mazverdagon, obūljagon, sagon āzma." (Build, bend, be born.).

"Zaldrīzoti isse dōron" (Dragons in stone.).

The shapes soon took form, Jae watching as a dragon was formed out of rock and as the first pieces of Dragonstone were sung into existence. From there he stood at the Hightower, Winterfell, and finally at the Wall itself. Jae looking on as in each place a man sang and stones, ice, and rocks were bent into shape. When next he looked he was standing in a field of ice and he watched as the Night King too began to sing, as around them ice cracked and trees fell while birds dropped from the sky.

"His song is much different than the one you must sing." a voice said from behind him and he turned to see Daenys standing there looking at him.

As he did he found himself back in Valyria once more, Jae looking on as children sang and rocks began to move, as some stone bent and broke and others were turned into elaborate shapes. The children who sang those songs were soon moved to one side and taken away while the others were kept in the same place.

"Stonesingers." Daenys said "Only those with enough magic can sing stone and not even I was able to do so." she said as she pointed to a girl who held a stone in her hand and whose tears fell down her cheeks.

She bid him walk with her and he did, Jae listening as she told him that each of the forty had magic that presented itself in very different ways. Be it in the control of Dragons or the making of Valyrian Steel, in the singing of stone or other darker and far more twisted things. Daenys telling him just as Elia and Rhaella had, that magic can corrupt and will often try to.

"Your own magic, it was dreams?" he asked and she nodded.

"It was but it was more than that, I didn't just see the future Jaehaerys, just like with the Stonesingers and their rocks, I bent it to my will." Daenys said.

"Your will?"

"My will and the will of the gods."

"I don't understand." he said looking to her and she smiled.

"And yet only you can." she said while bidding her follow her still.

She showed him the Targaryen palace and her room, Daenys sleeping in the bed and thrashing and turning while both he and her, or this her looked on. He watched as the girl awoke and began writing and as she read the words she wrote and then began writing notes, then and only then did she write in the Journal itself.

"You're changing it? What you saw you're changing it aren't you?" he asked.

"I'm doing my god's work, Jaehaerys, as are you." she said, and then they were back on Dragonstone once more.

Jae watched as news came in about the doom and the younger Daenys smiled before she walked back to her room, Jae following behind her as her older self left him alone. When he reached the girl's room, he saw her write in the journal and swore she looked his way. Hearing her call out his name though was still a shock and it took him some time to respond.

"You're here aren't you?" the girl said, Jae, looking at her as she sat at her desk "I've been waiting for you to come."

"You expected me?" he asked and she nodded smiling brightly.

"You are the Prince that was Promised, a promise that I always knew they'd keep."

"They?" he asked.

"Our gods, Jaehaerys, the Old Gods, and the New." Daenys said.

"You know why I'm here?" he asked.

"Because the Lands Eternal have been destroyed and only you can bring them back." Daenys said.

"Them? The Lands?" he asked.

"The Lands Eternal are more than lands, you've seen them have you not? What is possible, what can be made real? Daenys asked.

"I…my family?" he asked hopefully.

"Only you can bring them back Jaehaerys, only you know what must be done."

"The Night King?"

"And the man with one eye, it's all in the book Jaehaerys, read it and I'll see you again."

"You will?"

"One day but not.."

"Today." he said interrupting her and she smiled as she nodded.

"Not today." Daenys said before she too faded away.

He was standing back in the open space, Rhaenix lay ahead of him and as he moved to her, he heard the voice calling out from behind him. Jae turning to see Daenys standing there looking at him and bidding him walk her way.

"You saw all this?" he asked and she nodded.

"I saw many things, Jaehaerys, most are in that book and are for only your own eyes to see."

"Why?"

"You know why." Daenys said.

"No I understand, I know why, me, but why this way? Why does it have to be like this?."

"Because he exists then so must you, for just as he is death you are life, while he destroys you can create and where he feels only hate, you know love. The Land of Always Winter are a reflection of him and him alone, just as the Lands Eternal can be the same of you."

"My family?" he asked looking at her.

"In the world, you live in they are gone, but here in this place, they can live again. But only here Jaehaerys ,only in the Land's Eternal and only those you've already seen and only if you win." Daenys said as she faded away, Jae hearing Rhaenix finally stir from behind him.

He moved to the dragon, standing in front of her and seeing the sadness and yet hope in his sister's eyes.

"You saw them?" he asked.

"I saw them, father, mother, mother Lyanna, and grandmother. I played with Egg, Jae, I felt my mother hold me tight in her arms and I listened while father played me a song." Rhaenix said happily.

"I...we can bring them back, Rhae, we can bring them all back."

"We will little brother, together we will."

King's Landing 298 AC.

Margaery.

It had been days since she had last truly laughed, seeing Harrold Arryn put in his place by her brother brought a smile to her face, and watching him limp away made her laugh loudly. Since then she'd thrown herself even more fully into her work and had even held a meeting with Ser Alliser and Ser Jaremy. Margaery coming close to telling them of her husband's plans for them only to balk at the last moment. These were Jae's people and while she was queen and could certainly name them to their new roles, she knew her husband would wish to do it himself. So instead she'd just told them that their king wished to speak to them upon his return.

"I know my husband wishes to speak to you both, unfortunately, circumstances have not allowed for that, I'd ask you and the other loyalists to remain patient, I'm sure his grace will soon return and I know what he wishes to discuss with you is of great import." Margaery said.

"Of course your grace, we're more than happy to wait until his grace's return." Ser Alliser said.

"I'll ensure that coin and accommodation is afforded to you and perhaps you'll join us for the feast in a few days?"

"We'd be honored, your grace." Ser Jaremy said.

Said feast was to say goodbye to the Starks and to Arianne Martell along with her aunt and cousins. Both families not feeling they could wait much longer for Jae to return. That it was drawing ever closer with no sign or word from her husband both frustrated and annoyed her. Jae may have only been gone a little over a week and a half, yet it felt much longer and each day her worries grew. Only the fact that Ghost showed no worries himself allowed for her to remain somewhat calm, though even the white wolf wasn't proving comforting enough lately.

Her nights were spent alone in her bed, the other side of it seeming even more empty each night that she slept there. Ghost would rest at the end of it or sometimes by her side and she welcomed having him there but more and more she felt the need to be just held. She missed her husband's touch, the feel of being in his arms and of being held while she slept. Margaery had found herself staying up later and later so she didn't have to go to bed alone. Trying her best to tire herself out so she'd fall straight to sleep once she did so, only to find that didn't actually work out well for her either.

She sat at her desk going over more paperwork and readying for the day ahead. Lat on she had a meeting with the High Septon, she would hold petitions and she had promised to speak to Daenerys. Shireen Baratheon would also be heading off to take control of the Stormlands and Margaery wished to meet with Ser Robar Royce to get the measure of the man before Ser Barristan officially welcomed him into the Kingsguard. They'd put it off for almost a moon already and only that Lord Yohn had needed to stay for so long had kept his son in King's Landing too.

"Ser Richard, your grace." Mira said as Margaery bid the Master of Whisperers enter.

"Your grace." Ser Richard said a moment later and Margaery told him to take a seat.

"Ser Richard?" she asked confused when she remembered they had no meeting planned and then just as quickly as she thought of it the worry then hit her "Jae?".

"No your grace, I bring news from the Shield's, the Iron Fleet has been defeated." Ser Richard said.

"How bad were our losses, Ser?" she asked.

"Minimal, your grace. It was as complete a victory as we could have wished for."

"Euron?" she asked and he shook his head.

"The Silence sailed away, your grace." Ser Richard said though he didn't seem as worried by this as she was.

"It was truly a complete victory though?"

"It was your grace, over half the Iron Fleet has been destroyed or captured and the rest is limping back to the Iron Islands."

"Thank you, Ser Richard, we'll inform the council later today, is there anything….."

She saw Ghost rise quickly to his feet and felt him pull on her dress, Margaery doing likewise as she and Ser Richard followed the wolf to the balcony. Seeing Rhaenix fly slowly in the air worried her for a moment until she saw that the dragon seemed almost weighed down. When she looked to the dragon's back and saw her husband and that he looked unharmed though she breathed a huge sigh of relief. Margaery turning to see Ser Richard looked just as relieved as she was.

"Inform the Kingsguard and have them ready the carriage." she said, Ser Richard moving quickly from her to do as she bid.

Margaery stood on the balcony watching as the dragon slowly flew to the Dragonpit, her hand rubbing Ghost's neck as she felt her anger begin to rise. Her relief was true and still present and her happiness would normally be something that she'd allow burst forth. She was angry though and for now, at least it would seem all her other emotions were dwarfed by that one. Margaery turned and walked from the balcony hoping that she could hold that anger in, at least until she and Jae were alone.

The ride to the Dragonpit was a short one and she'd been joined by Jaime who'd come running as soon as he heard. She'd had to be firm and to tell the others they could not join them. Sansa and Arya Stark were not happy with her nor were most of the rest but the procession would have been far too large otherwise. As it was with her and the Hand of the King, the Kingsguard, and the Royal Guard it wasn't exactly small. When they reached the Dragonpit, Jaime helped her out of the carriage. He'd ridden inside with her and yet neither had said a word along the way. both perhaps sensing the other's mood and Margaery could clearly see that Jaime was just as angered as she was.

She looked towards Rhaenix to see Jae unfasten what looked like large bags of something or other and spread around them she saw what looked to be saddles. Three of them by her count and she wondered where he had gotten them. Moving her eyes from them to her husband she saw that he was looking her way and yet he had not made a move in her direction. Margaery wondering if he was reluctant to do so knowing what sort of welcome would be awaiting him.

"Shall we Lord Jaime." she said as she, Jaime, Arthur, and Barristan all walked towards Jae, Margaery seeing Ghost come out from behind Rhaenix, and then walk past Jae to her side.

As she moved closer she saw that they were indeed saddles on the ground and it was what looked to be the hilts of swords and other things sticking out from the half dozen bags that lay scattered nearby. Each of them looking to be full had heavy and were it a normal trip that her husband had been on, then her curiosity would have gotten the better of her. Given how long Jae had been gone for and how he had gone about leaving, it was anything but and so her attention was soon turned to him. He bore no marks and if anything he looked stronger than he had the last time she saw him. His eyes were alight and what she'd assumed to be reluctance on his part was clearly anything but. That he was smiling warmly at her showed he was glad to be back and yet his lack of concern for how he'd be received annoyed her.

"Your grace." Jaime said his tone one that showed his own annoyance.

"Jaime." Jae said smiling still as he moved to her.

"Jae." she said trying to sound as neutral as she could and finally she saw his expression falter.

"My queen." Jae said moving close and kissing her cheek, Margaery briefly hugging him and then moving away just as fast when he began to relax.

"We should get back to the Red Keep, there are others who wish to see you also." she said and she saw him nod.

The change that came over him then was one so sudden and caught her so by surprise that she almost dropped her annoyance to ask if he was well. Jae's smile was gone from his face and even the slim piece of worry and concern that she'd seen there when he'd realized just how angered she truly was had gone as well. Instead, the man who stood before them all was cool, calm, and more in control than she'd ever seen him. It was as if he'd been putting on a mummery and had played a role and the role he was playing now was that of a king. It discomfited her and forced her mind to go more into worry than annoyance.

"I wish these things to brought back to the Red Keep, see that it's done." Jae said as he walked past her, Jaime, and the Kingsguard and then past the carriage also. Ser Arthur moving quickly to his side.

Margaery looked on as Jae said something to one of the Royal guards and to Ser Arthur and before she or Jaime had a chance to react, Jae and Arthur had mounted their horses and along with Ghost were riding out of the Dragonpit.

"See to my husband's request." she said turning to walk back to the carriage, Jaime hurrying after her as others set about to do as Jae had bid.

This time her ride in the carriage was anything but quiet, both her and Jaime letting their anger free as they both spoke about Jae and all that he had done. By the time she reached the Red Keep she was fuming and she passed people in the courtyard, corridors, and halls barely noticing them as she almost stormed to her rooms. That he had come here at least stopped her from having to go and look for him and when she saw Ghost she swore the wolf motioned with his head that Jae was in their bed-chamber. Margaery walking in to see her husband half-dressed as he looked around for clothes that she'd had moved and had actually forgotten about.

King's Landing 298 AC.

Satin.

He looked down at Loras as he slept and round his fingers almost drawn to his face, Satin moving his hair from his eyes and just watching his love sleep. Though they were at odds, both he and Loras had done their best to keep it from as much of their life together as they could. Succeeding and failing in equal measure to both of their chagrin's. Their time together had been in some ways stop-start, parting far more than any of them wished as their duties often took them often in different directions.

Since Jae had taken the throne though they had spent more time together than not. The parting then not something they had even thought about and only in the last few weeks had the reality of it reared its ugly head once more. Tyrion wished him to serve him in Dorne, to be his squire, and then to take up a position in his household when he was finally knighted. That he'd be a knight who served a prince was far higher than he could have ever dreamed he'd rise and was the very best offer that he'd ever receive.

Dorne too held its appeals, while the king having been thought to be a bastard had somewhat changed things, people still held onto their old ways of thinking and he was a lowborn bastard to most still. In Dorne, bastards were treated differently and people would look more at his position with their Prince Consort, and not at the fact that his mother had been a whore. It was a new life in more ways than one he was being offered. Yet looking at Loras as he slept, it was to the old one that he found himself wishing to cling to. They'd fought and made up, they'd cried, and they'd not spoken to each other for days only to find themselves in each other's arms apologizing profusely, all with a decision yet to be made. Satin knew he'd never feel for someone how he did for Loras and that he'd never be given an opportunity like the one he had been by Tyrion.

"Sleep, my love." he said kissing Loras's forehead as he quietly got up from his bed.

He dressed quickly and quietly and made his way from his room, the dawn had not yet broken and the Red Keep was quiet and still. Ever since Tyrion had asked him to come with him, Satin had found himself on these early morning walks. Loras was very much like the king and did his own thinking with a sword in hand and while Satin had gotten far better with one in his own, he could not do both. Fight or think, that was his choice when he stood in the sparring yard, so no, when he wished to think he walked.

Stepping out into the cool night air, he nodded to the guards and walked down the stairs laughing that it was to the sparring yard his walk had taken him this morn. Satin strolling through it and welcoming its emptiness and quiet. He could take a role here, Loras would see that he got one and he knew the King would do so too and he could rise somewhat high. In time he'd be knighted and yet he'd always be a bastard born from a whore and the higher he rose here, the worse that would be, and the more he'd be looked down for because of it.

"What has you up this fine early fucking morning."

"Bronn?" he said turning to see Tyrion's sworn sword walking his way.

"Aye, it's fucking me, so, what the fuck are you doing up this early?" Bronn said.

"What are you?" he asked in reply.

"Me, I'm just going to bed." Bronn said laughing.

"What?"

"I've been busy, Dorne has some fine women but there are none like those at Chataya's."

"There must be brothels in Dorne?" he said with a chuckle as he sat down on the wall.

"Aye, countless and unlike those in this fucking place Dornish women don't value their maidenheads as if they're cunts are made of gold." Bronn said laughing as he offered him the pouch he held in his hand, Satin drinking and then coughing when he got the taste of it.

"This isn't wine." he said handing him back the pouch to more laughs.

"Who the fuck said it was wine?" Bronn said taking a large swallow of it and offering him another which Satin shook his head at.

They sat there for a few moments, Bronn drinking and the two of them looking to see the sun was beginning to come up. He got on well with the man despite his coarse nature, Satin having seen and dealt with coarse men before. Bronn was a strange man, on the surface, he was one who couldn't be trusted and yet he was as loyal as could be when he wished. That they both in essence worked for Tyrion meant they had something in common and more than once the man had said a word or two to those who had tried to run him down. Satin not sure if it was because they worked for the same man, that Bronn liked him or that he really didn't like these uppity cunts as he called them.

"You'll not find any answers out here you know." Bronn said as he finished off what was left in the pouch.

"Answers?" he asked.

"That question you have in your head, lad, you'll find no answers to it out here alone."

"I don't know what you're talking about." he said turning so that Bronn couldn't see his face.

"Sure you don't." Bronn said laughing.

He was about to get up and leave, to walk away so he'd not need to have this conversation with Bronn of all people when he felt him grab his hand. Satin looking at him as he placed his hand on his chest and told him to sit.

"My mother was a whore, my father, he could have been one of those cunts that roams those fucking halls for all I know. Just like you, I was born low, and look at me now, the sworn sword to a dragon-riding dwarf who's soon to be Prince of Dorne. I can name a king a friend, can call upon a prince and princess, and soon I'm to be Lord of my own Keep. In Dorne people call me Ser Bronn though I've not been knighted, women smile at me and men step out of my way. Here, only those with something between their ears do either and most of these cunts have nothing but air between their own."

Looking at him, he could see that Bronn wasn't finished and that he may not like where he was going with this little speech of his.

"Men like you and me, we get very few chances to rise, Satin. When you're born the son of a Lord or a Knight they come along often but when you're born the son of a whore and a cunt? Not so much and when they do you've got to grab a hold of them and hold on tight because these cunts" Bronn raised his hands and pointed behind them to the Red Keep "These cunts who were born with it, they'll knock you down each and every time."

He watched as Bronn stood up and looked his way, as he nodded and began to walk into the Red Keep and left him sitting there alone. Turning he watched the sunrise and found that he was no closer to knowing what it was he should do. His love or his life, it was not a choice he'd ever thought he'd have to make and one he didn't know if he was ever going to be able to. All he knew was time was running out and he'd have to make that choice soon.

King's Landing 298 AC.

Jaehaerys Targaryen.

He was tired and wished to be in his bed, more than that he wished to be with his wife in their bed but that was perhaps a wish too far. That Margaery was angry and annoyed with him was something he had expected and was in a way ready for. Even that she was more than justified in that anger was something he'd have no issue with but he was tired. Physically, emotionally, and mentally he was exhausted and he really did not want to have the argument that was inevitably coming his way.

Before he'd left Valyria it had taken him hours to gather as much of the weapons and armor that simply laid around, what he'd come to realize was a Valyrian version of the Dragonpit, as he could. Jae quickly seeing just how stupid Maegor and those who'd come after him had been. Even had he not understood that dragons needed to be free and that they needed to be allowed to fly where and when they wished, then Valyria would have proved that to be true. After he'd gathered the weapons into piles, he'd gone and found what seemed to be sacks, though the material was unlike any he'd ever seen before. He'd filled them and then found himself drawn to the three saddles, Jae asking Rhaenix who said that she could carry them all.

She could and she did, though their flight back was longer and harder because of it and she'd needed to rest many more times. Jae trying not to think of what had happened in Essos and instead undressing and waiting for his wife to return. He'd been wrong to leave her and Jaime in the Dragonpit but he was in no humor for a dressing down and certainly not one in public. Opening the cupboard to find clean clothes, he found that there were none of his there, quickly moving to the next, only to find his clothes nowhere to be seen. He turned when he heard her walk into the room, her anger was clear on her face, and yet she looked to his eyes just as beautiful as ever.

"Where in the seven hells have you been?" she asked him angrily.

"Where are my clothes?" he snapped back.

"No, you don't get to question me, not after what you've put me through, not after leaving me here alone, not after lying to me."

"I never lied to you, not truly." he said his voice a little softer.

"Where have you been?" she asked her own voice anything but.

"Valyria." he said and she looked at him as if he was japing though she was soon to find out he was very much not.

"What? Is this some sort of jape? You think by telling me you were in Valyria, that I'll what, just forgive you for what you did? I'll worry so much that I'll let it cloud what else it is that I'm feeling? If so you're very much mistaken, Jaehaerys Targaryen." she said glaring at him.

"I intended to travel beyond the Wall, to deal with Bloodraven. Rhaenix had other ideas, better ideas." he said with a soft smile.

"How in the seven hells is Valyria a better idea? Going Beyond the Wall was foolhardy, going to Valyria was…was…do you really care so little for me that you'd risk yourself so?" Margaery said her worry beating her anger for now it seemed.

"I'm Valyrian, going there is of no risk to me." he said trying to reassure her, it didn't work at all he quickly found.

"You risked yourself enough by leaving, you hadn't recovered enough to fly, and that you did so in secret showed you knew it to be true, Why Jae? Why could you not have told us, told me what your plans were?" she asked as he moved to her.

"I didn't wish anyone to stop me, to talk me out of it or to convince others to do so." he said as he reached out, Margaery shrugging away his hands when he placed them on her shoulders.

"So instead, you lied, then snuck away and left me here to deal with a war while worrying day and night about my husband." she said.

"I had to go, Marge, and it won't be the last time that I have to do so." he said and saw the flaring of her nostrils and how quickly she straightened up.

"You actually intend to do something like this again?" she asked angrily.

"I intend to do what I must." he said back firmly.

She turned her back on him and when she turned back he knew he was really in trouble, Margaery's expression not one he'd ever seen on her before.

"Your clothing is in the queen's chambers, I suggest you go join it."

"You're throwing me out?" he asked disbelievingly.

"What did you expect, I'd welcome you back into my arms and bed? You hurt me, Jae, Had I expected you back then my own clothing would have been moved, which I'll see to on the morrow. For tonight you should be with your clothes and I'll stay with mine."

"Marge?" he said moving to her.

"No, you hurt me and you haven't even cared enough to apologise for it." she said shaking her head.

"I'm sorry." he said his voice quiet.

"Are you? I find it hard to believe you are."

"Marge, we don't, we shouldn't…."

"Go Jae, I've become quite accustomed to sleeping on my own."

The words cut deep and the look on her face showed that she'd brook no further argument, Jae grabbing his dirty shirt and putting it on before walking from the room. That he didn't storm from it was perhaps out of guilt, not for what he did but more for how he'd gone about it. He'd just not wished the argument at the time and it was far better to beg forgiveness than ask for permission, or so he'd thought. Now he wasn't so sure, the walk to the queen's chambers, not one he enjoyed nor the looks he got from Arthur and Barristan as he did so.

Reaching the rooms he sent for some food and walked inside bidding the knights join him, Jae not speaking until the food had come and he'd eaten and then he was ready for their own anger to be aimed his way. It never came, instead, Ser Barristan seemed more disappointed and Arthur was perhaps was still feeling more relieved about his return.

"I'll not do it again Sers, but I'll not be told what to do, I'll take advice and hear your opinions but the crown is mine alone to wear. There are things I must do and do alone, places I must go where only I can choose who follows. This is the way of things and so the choice before you is simple, accept it or hand back your white cloak for while my wife may be able to deny me, you can and will not." he said.

"Our job is to protect you as well as serve you, your grace. Sometimes the one conflicts with the other." Ser Barristan said.

"On those occasions, Ser it is for me to decide and not you which you're to follow is it not?" he said.

"It is." Barristan replied.

"Then I give you my word that I'll not lie to you again, do I have your own that should the need arise you'll accept my judgment?"

"Of course your grace." Barristan said and he nodded.

"Arthur, I'd stay a moment. Thank you Ser Barristan, perhaps you can see to my wife."

"Your grace." Barristan said with a bow before turning to leave.

He waited until Barristan had gone and bid Arthur sit, ready to tell him what he'd seen and what he'd done.

"I understand your own anger, Ser, It's different than Ser Barristan's but just as true. All I can say is that where I went you would not have been able to follow and that I'll do all in my power to not have the need to do such again."

"Where did you go, your grace?" Arthur asked.

"Valyria, Arthur, I went to the land of my forefathers and while there I spoke to my family." he said.

"Spoke?"

"My father asked me to thank you, Arthur, for doing what he himself could not, my mother too bid me tell you how grateful she was for all you've done. The next few days will be strange and wondrous Arthur, you will hear things that will have you and others question whether I'm my grandfather come again but I will show you things that will leave you in no doubt that I'm not." he said with a smile.

"Your grace?"

"It's time for songs to be sung and changes to be made, soon you and I along with some others will have a long trip to make and a man to finally kill. A war is coming Arthur, the only war that matters, the Great War, and when that war is won, I'll sing a song for the ages."

"Your grace?"

"My mother and father told me that I was the Prince that was Promised, that I would Bring the Dawn, and that one day my song would be sung. That day grows ever closer, Arthur, and when it does I intend for us to be ready for it. Mine is the Song of Ice and Fire, Arthur, and when I sing it, Valyria will be reborn."

A/N: Thanks to all who've read and reviewed, so I'm again catching up and I figure the best way is to rather than do the old reviews and let the newer ones pile up, to combine them. So here we have the reviews for the last chapter 144 and the ones for Chapter 138 too. Up Next, Jae and Margaery argue and somewhat make up and the full extent of what he brought back from Valyria is seen. A new Kingsguard is named and Jae meets with the loyalists and gives them a new purpose before showing magic's not seen in an age. Jae reunites and received even more mixed reactions and as the Starks ready to leave and Littlefinger pays for his crimes.

Chapter 144 reviews.

Daryl Dixon: So glad you liked it.

Kunochi: Glad you liked the battle, I think at times it's nice to see a different perspective in it, I mean we know or kind of know-how the bigger characters may react and while of course, we need to see them, it's nice to show someone like Talbert just to add a different look to things. Having it be against the IB and not have Kevan reflect on Tywin would have been unrealistic. As you say his death allows all to happen, it would be interesting you're right to see how he'd react.

I agree completely on LF, I also think other than all you've said, he also fixated on the Cat of that time. How she looked, how physically she was. It's speculated by some psychologists that attraction is a very early thing we fix on, that we early on find out the type. For most people, this could mean simply personality or maybe preferring dark hair to blonde or blue eyes to brown or some such thing, for those of a more deviant nature it becomes much darker. For me LF transferred his feelings from Cat to Sansa not simply because she was Cat's daughter but because she was Cat aged 13/14, the Cat he grew up with and she represented the life that he felt Brandon and then Ned stole from him.

But at his heart, he's a perv.

Harrold in a way is the perfect example of how most knights and lords/heirs of great houses feel, they think and because in a way it's proven true that they're such a big catch and have women trying to be with them that this means all woman are the same. What they don't realize a lot of times is that it's only their position and not them themselves that is the attraction and so when faced with either a woman who cares not abut their position or is in a higher one than theirs, they assume that she'll just be the same as all the others. Now also he has a desire to get back at Jae allied to his sense of superiority and thinking himself irresistible which is not a great combination.

We will see a fun scene with him in a little bit.

Scarilla: So glad you liked that, it was important and hope you liked the Mother/Son scene here. On Elia and Rhaella, they gave Jae a very important message. Glad you thought he Harrold/Marge was fun, hope you liked this follow-up. We will see Jae's view of Cat's death in a chapter or two.

Vfsnake: Very much so and Marge isn't in a forgiving mood. That's so true about Bloodraven, it's all well and good to be out of the tree so to speak but it does also leave you more open too.

Biohazard: So glad you liked it.

Anarchicmind: As you see Jae took your advice, all apart from the eggs, he has two from Summerhall already. Thanks for saying that about the battle, they can be hard to write and to read I find and I try and keep them at least interesting. With LF you really have to show him that way I think otherwise he just doesn't come across right.

Lady Ocarina: Exactly, he needed them to almost put him right and place him in the position needed for what is to come. The feels well they were just a natural side effect of seeing them all. The magic aspect is what we didn't get in the show, it's there in the books, we see it, but the show ignored it and I wanted to show as much of it and have it be the overarching narrative all the time. Harry is just arrogant and yes a fool, he thinks he's gods gift and well he's anything but. I wanted it to be Marge who set him straight verbally and obviously Loras physically but I didn't want any of the others to steal her thunder so to speak. Lf on the other hand, he's just creepy and well we'll see next chapter what loophole there may be. Glad you like the battle and yes Bloodraven is mobile now, why does that sound so funny lol.

Svenion: All I'm doing is expanding while not breaking the lore, for now at least. Jae has been having visions since the very early chapters, we see it with Bran, Bloodraven, Mel and others in the books and the show. The main difference I've done is that in his visions he's able to communicate with those he sees. This story was always heavy magic based, from pretty early on, all to see up it becoming heavier with it as we get nearer the end. When you have dragons and your main foe is an undead ice king who can raise dead people, it's kinda the way of things. My other story HSH, is a more medieval non magic based stories. But since we're about to hit upon the war against the dead and the NK, there is a lot more magic coming.

Guest: He is kinda, basically TER had a plan, Bran, Jae messed it up and then he had another, Jae and well he messed that up to and so we're onto Plan C, the problem with Plan C's is that there's a reason they weren't Plan A or B. We'll see about Rhaenix. Hope you liked Harrold, he'll be facing a verbal beat down in a chapter or two. Jae and Marge obviously won't fight forever but well for now he's in the doghouse, the doghouse in this case being a rather large and luxurious but empty chamber in the Red Keep lol.

The Sphinx: Thanks so much my friend.

Remi: Harry is arrogant and cock and thinks himself a prized catch, in canon this is mainly because he knows he'll be Lord of the Vale one day and so he believes all women want him. There is a reason he's nicknamed Harry the Arse after all. LF is well, LF as for him getting away, no he won't, next chapter will be his comeuppance.

In canon some people believe that Euron's plan is some sort of mass sacrifice event to bring about the return of the Kraken, others think he believes himself to be the Bloodstone Emperor Reborn. Now realistically he's actually nuttier than a squirrel who has just graduated with a degree in nutology from Squirrel university. But anyway, he didn't care about those under him, believing that in attacking en force he'd bring Jae and the dragon to him and thereby take his dragon from him. Basically to him the Iron Fleet were both expendable and bait.

We will see more and more of the explanations for the NK/Great other, as for how he did it, the above kinda explains it somewhat and we'll see more of it as we go again, but next chapter I'll answer the questions this one raises. Jae needed to be scolded and set on the right path and we'll see some guilt because of that when he realizes what he's done too.

HKt29: Or he could simply say he went and dealt with them, publicly I mean. he won't but he could. You're right it shows the dragons aren't needed for every single thing and that the realm and their queen can handle things in Jae's absence.

Dunk: Now that my friend is the 64 million dollar question, if he blows the horn who is actually blowing it, magic is in the blood and he don't have it here, even though he does in of himself. We'll see, it will be answered. In terms of forces, for Bloodraven at this moment it's not about that it's about simple survival and so we'll see what he does in a couple of chapters, he won't be in the next couple though. Jae is so much in the doghouse with his wife lol, he is with others too but he's also not in the humor to be talked down to and so we're going to see an almost different non apologetic Jae too. Glad you liked the battles, and yes they really should have Pinnacles, they will though.

Jessicanightmarwolf: In a way yes, if you take the path that he's a prophesised prince on to the next level this is kinda what happens imo. He's the Messiah, no he's just a very naughty little boy lol. The main difference is that people knew and plans were laid, but again it's to compare to the NK and what he can bring/do. We'll see Harrold get a verbal beat down in a bit.

Xand007: Thank you my friend, we'll see about the horn but yes TER is now Euron. Hope you liked Loras here and glad you liked the Iron Fleet, they were pretty much ended as a threat though still have ships. You too my friend, stay safe, sane and well.

Keb: Bloodraven is on his own, basically a mini villain with his own plans/aims.

Irish Hermit: No you don't, we'll see what next chapter.

Jae made a big mistake here in not telling people we'll see him both explain and pay for that mistake over the next chapter or so. You're right you can't just do as he did, even if he though he was right to do so. He is aware yes, he both believes his will overpowers a weaker one and he's getting desperate here, so it's a bit of confidence on Bloodraven's part and not having a choice too.

Chapter 138 reviews.

Daryl Dixon: So glad you liked it.

Biohazard: Really glad you enjoyed it.

Emerald duke: So happy you liked it.

Anrachichmind: It's speculated that he did indeed have many descendants yes, the whole idea of King's Blood being important we also see clearly with Mel and you wonder why that is, like it can't just be because you're named a king. Joy did have help lol, glad you liked the Genna and Willas parts.

The Sphinx: So love the Joyous Hill part.

Supremus: really glad you enjoyed it.

Vfsnake; It was hard to have Brynden there since Bran is the Stark in WF, so no. Bloodraven is a tricky sod.

Jman: Glad you liked it, his comeuppance is almost at hand.

Hkt29: The debt issue is always one that kinda just gets waved off, it struck me while thinking about the GC that they possess a large amount of coin and had just been paid by Illyrio so it's an easy way to fix it.

Remi: So far no one on Illyio's coin, we'll see if there is a way to get at it but he spent a lot of the GC, most of the coin in their account was his.

Creativo: Fue un poco de ambos, Lyanna por las palabras de Ned y Joy por las suyas, necesitaba un doble empujón por así decirlo.

Celexys: As you can see now, Euron is out of the picture.

Guest: So glad you liked it. I didn't want to overdo it with the worried povs, and Joy is so important to Jae that she kinda needed to play her role. On the Journal, we're about to see even more of them in the next couple of chapters.

Lady Ocarina: I'm such a queen mark, the words just fit too and well it's queen, who cares if they fit lol.

That was one of the things I wanted to show with Jaime, he really wanted to just sit back and worry, but he had to be the responsible and allow Marge the time to do so. Sansa is just growing more and more and we really saw it over these last few chapters. As you say she had the most experiences of what Cat was truly like too. The magic seeking out magic thing is one of those things that struck me as a way to explain why in a way they've come to this point. It's taken them to Jae to finally get it right so to speak. I really wanted Genna to be the one to go first almost as she was/is the mother figure in a way for Jae. With Jae's rescue it was a process. Ned was needed to speak about Lyanna and so break him free from Bloodraven's prison, but to actually bring him out he needed, Joy's words and then Rhaenix's magic.

Jessicanightmarewolf: it's so funny that no really uses her journal more, it's supposed to contain some big secrets. As you see Euron caused as much trouble as he could, but not enough to really worry them. That was it exactly, the magic in Rhaenix was really needed to almost give him a magical jump.

Xan Merrick: Thank you my friend. Yeah that was so not going to work out well was it.

Keb: He is the heart and soul of things and so him not being around kinda doesn't fit right.

Irish Hermit: That's pretty much been what I've tried to show with her, that as she's growing she's going to be like that. The whole point of her childish games is to show her being manipulative in a way so that when we see her older and they change we know why she's being that way. It really had to be Genna for me, she'd hit home the truths that needed to be done. Cat took a long time to get that message too. Well we'll see with Brynden but Jae is coming for him soon. She knows of Lysa and Robin and Edmure, yes. The Blackfish will be making a visit to CR in the near future and so we'll get a pov of him there.

Aj Granger: Thanks so very much for saying that, on the female characters there seems to be some that think having a powerful female character diminishes the male characters or that the only way to do so is to do that too. I think you can have both and for Jae to my mind he has only benefited by having them around him. Genna really had to e the one for that too.

Xand007: Thank you my friend: I couldn't resist it with queen.

Silverglow: That was it precisely with Jaime, he couldn't do anything for Jae by being there and by running the realm he allowed for Marge to take the time needed. I wanted to show the connection to the wolves and how strong it was that it pretty much allowed for them to take comfort that he would be alright. Sansa has grown strong under Olenna and Marge and Willas's tutorship and also knew more about what her mother was truly like than any. Arya here has been away from her mother almost completely and so doesn't have that insight.

It's the little things that sometimes show just how smart a person is, Marge as just Margaery Tyrell would always have known that but as Queen it's easier for her to say it. Lol, that's a funny combo, you're right, far too good to leave out.

Shiera is closer to Dany too so she'd always be likely to give her the benefit of the doubt. I hope you like what's going on with Brynden now, we'll get an explanation of the how of it and him and Jae confronting each other in a while. With Jae is was magic reaching for magic, it wasn't so much him actually reaching out in the physical sense but the magic in his blood reaching for the magic in hers, again something we'll see explained in more detail later.

You were spot on with the ancestors, the only one you didn't get was Viserys I and Rhaenyra.