King's Landing 299 AC.

Olenna.

When she'd been told she had wanted to shout out for joy and tell the entire realm. She'd hugged her granddaughter and promised that she'd not speak a word of it until she gave her leave to do so. Margaery had explained her reasons for keeping it from Jae and though Olenna didn't agree with them, she accepted Margaery's wishes and then waited. Thankfully she did not have to wait too long and when she heard that Mace and Alerie were on the way she knew what her granddaughter had planned.

The simple fact that she'd not had to tell her to announce it in such a way was even more proof that all her lessons had paid off. It was what she had wished for more than anything. True she wanted her own influence to remain but she also had hoped that Margaery would grow into the woman she had become. One day she'd not be around to offer advice and her greatest fear had always been that on that day her family would fall. It was why she'd aimed so high for them and why she had been so relieved that both Willas and Margaery possessed such keen minds.

Now not only would this generation of her line be secure but the next was on its way also. A prince or princess, hopefully, the former as then their line would then be even more secure. Though Olenna in truth hoped for many more great-grandchildren and given how Margaery and Jae behaved around each other, she had no doubt she'd see that hope fulfilled. She also felt relieved somewhat, she'd not agreed with their reasons for holding back on producing an heir but again she'd not pushed her granddaughter and had allowed her to make her own choices in this. The gods it seemed were on her side and she was more than grateful for their help.

"Why are mother and father coming, grandmother?" Willas asked as he walked into her room, Olenna was sitting at her desk and not working as her mind was elsewhere.

"Your sister sent for them, perhaps you should ask her?" she said and resisted the urge to smile at the annoyed look on her grandson's face.

"I'm asking you" Willas said, his tone one that had her raising her eyebrow and she saw him look away from the stern stare she gave him.

"They'll be here in a day or two, Willas. I'm sure her grace will let you know then." she said ending the conversation, Olenna smiling to herself when Willas left the room in frustration.

She knew that Sansa would be his next port of call, Willas certain to ask his betrothed what was going on and Olenna wondered if she knew. Jae was so very close to his sister and he could have possibly told her but she doubted that he had done so yet. It would be Jaime Lannister and the Targaryens that he'd first share that news with and as the day went on she found she was right. A dinner was being held that night in the Royal Dining room, her family, the Lannisters, the Martells who'd only just arrived back from Dorne, and the Targaryen's all invited.

Olenna very much looked forward to the news being shared and to see the reaction of those closest to Margaery and Jae. She had no doubt they'd take it as well as she had but she was keen to see those reactions for herself. So keen was she in fact that she felt the day to be never-ending and that she couldn't concentrate on her work only made it even more so. Even the small little nap she tried to have to make the day pass by more quickly turned out to be something she was unable to manage.

When the time came to make her way to the Royal Chambers she almost ran in her eagerness to get there. Both her guards looking at her as if she had lost her wits as she hurried through the corridors ahead of them. She reached the rooms to see it was Ser Barristan and Ser Arthur that were both on duty tonight and she nodded to the knights before been bid to enter. She was not surprised to be the first to arrive, nor to arrive and find her granddaughter and goodgrandson both so wrapped up in each other that they barely noticed her.

"Can you not do that on your own time." she said interrupting the deep kiss that Margaery and Jae were sharing as they sat much too close to each other for polite company.

"What say you, wife?" Jae said and Olenna found herself to be both amused and exasperated by the look on his face.

"Hmm, I think not, husband." Margaery said as they kissed once more, thankfully this one not as passionate as the one she'd walked in on.

"I'm an old woman, I don't need to see such things." she said rolling her eyes, and whatever Jae's response was to be it was one that she'd not be finding out as more of the dinner guests began to arrive.

It was to be a far bigger dinner than she had expected as the children were to be a part of it too. Oberyn's entire brood, Joy, Martyn, Tommen, and Joanna Lannister as well as both Sansa and Brandon Stark. Loras sat with Willas, her grandson still wearing his white cloak but off duty for this dinner and when she looked to Jaime Lannister it was clear that he already knew. Olenna smiling to herself as she'd been proved right once again.

They ate before the news was shared and the conversation at the table was one she very much enjoyed. She spent most of it speaking with Dacey Lannister and Ellaria. The two women as good company as she could have ever wished for. After the desserts had been cleared a way she looked to see Margaery nod to Jae and as Jae then struck his glass with his knife to quieten people down. It took some time and a half-hearted glare from Jae to Joy before they did so.

"As much as I enjoy having my family eat with me, Margaery and I had another reason why we wished you all here." Jae said reaching out to take Margaery's hand in his own.

"I am with child." Margaery said, her smile beaming as she did so.

The reactions were as she'd expected, Oberyn and Loras going to Jae while Dacey, Ellaria, and Sansa moved to Margaery. For the next hour, she swore there was almost a queue of people trying to speak to one or the other of them. Olenna moved between them both so she could hear what was being said. Dacey and Ellaria both told her granddaughter that they would be there for her to help her through the birthing, which she could see Margaery much appreciated. Daenerys and Shiera both spoke of dragons and Olenna head Jae mention dragon eggs which she now remembered hearing Margaery speak of to her before.

Loras was torn between his best friend and his sister, both of them getting as equal time as he could give them and it was very clear that he felt just as happy as they did. Willas too sat with a warm smile on his face, once he'd ensured that Margaery was doing well and that Grandmaester Gormon was taking care of her. Oberyn celebrated as if it was one of his own children being born and though Jaime was a little more subdued, just as she was as this wasn't news to them both, he seemed as happy as she could ever remember him being.

Were it not for the look on Aemon Targaryen's face then it would have been a perfect night but the former Maester seemed almost to be terrified by the news. It took her a moment to realize why that was and so she made her way over to speak to him. She stopped briefly when she heard Jae speaking to Joy, the king down on his knees as he looked into the little girl's face. His words were ones that warmed her heart and brought an even larger smile to Joy than she had already been wearing.

"You're to be an aunt, Joy, just like Genna is to you." Jae said smiling.

"I won't be like Aunt Genna, she's too strict, I'll be a fun aunt and tell stories and take the babe riding, I'll take them on Yentures." Joy said happily.

"Aye, we both will." Jae said as the girl and he hugged.

Olenna moved from them and sat down beside Aemon who stiffened slightly when she did so. The expression on his face was more schooled now but she could see still the worry in his features. Reaching out her hand, she felt him almost pull away from her but she took his hand in her own and held it firmly before she spoke.

"I know why this news worries you so." she said feeling him tense "But those days are gone, Aemon. Those men are dead and the Maesters have no power here. You, Gormon, Marwyn, you'll be the ones who'll look after Margaery and see her through this."

"I.."

"I have faith in you all and we'll see a little prince or princess born. House Targaryen just like House Tyrell is growing strong Aemon." she said before patting his hand and moving from the seat.

She kissed the cheeks of both Jae and her granddaughter before she left, Olenna among the very last to do so.

"I am so happy for you both, I look forward to meeting my great-grandson or great-granddaughter very much, I...I am so happy." she said.

"As are we, Olenna." Jae said.

"Truly, grandmother." Margaery said and Olenna nodded before heading back to her room.

Soon the realm would be told and she found herself looking forward to that too and it was with images of a little boy or a little girl calling her Gamma that she fell to sleep with that night.

King's Landing 299 AC.

Margaery.

They lay in their bed, Jae's eyes were on hers and his fingers brushed gently through her hair. Their lovemaking had been gentle, almost as if her husband was fearful that being too vigorous would harm the babe she carried. It had been as pleasurable as ever though, more so even, as she'd felt more sensitive to his touches. Whether that was down to how they were both feeling about her news or something else she wasn't sure but she welcomed it all the same, as she did this time after they'd finished.

It was intimate, perhaps the most intimate they ever were with each other. Both of them able to shut off the rest of the realm and just be together and for Margaery, it was turning into her most favorite time of all. Not that Jae wasn't attentive at other times but now she could see when she looked into his eyes that there was nothing else on his mind. No thoughts of the changes they were bringing to the realm or the war they needed to prepare for. There were no courtly games, errant or leal lords, no punishments or rewards to be considered. his thoughts were of her, of them and nothing else, as were her own.

"What's going on in that pretty little mind of yours?" Jae asked his voice barely a whisper.

"What makes you think anything is going on?" she said looking at him.

"That small little crease you get is back and when your thinking on things is when it appears." Jae said touching a space above her nose and between her brows.

"I do not have a crease." she said shaking her head and he smiled at her.

"When it's happy thoughts it's barely noticeable, when they're angry ones it truly is, I've not seen what happens when they're sad thoughts." Jae said and she looked at him curiously.

"Why not?" she asked.

"I cannot bear to see my wife sad." he said and she smiled as she kissed him.

"Then you should ensure she never is." she said to a chuckle from him.

"I shall redouble my efforts."

"They all seemed most pleased did they not?" she asked.

"They were, though we may have a problem with Joy." he said though his smirk showed he was jesting.

"What problem?" she asked playing along.

"I may have created a monster and so now our babe may be on a horse even before I'd place them on one." he said making her laugh as she knew if Jae had his way their babe would be riding before they walked.

"She took it well then."

"Aye, as did Sansa and Bran, we'll need to send the ravens on the morrow and announce it in court once your mother and father arrive."

"You're not upset with me that I told them before you?" she asked as they'd not spoken of it other than when she'd told him she'd sent for them.

"No, I understand why you did so. Besides how can I be upset with the woman I love so, the mother of my babe, my wife." he said and she tried not to giggle when she saw his eyes grow heavy.

"Sleep, my love." she said and at her words he opened his eyes, forcing them to stay open as he looked at her.

"You first." he said and she nodded before closing her eyes just as he did his own.

Which of them fell to sleep first she couldn't tell, but it was Jae who had awakened before she did. Margaery waking up to see him sitting up in the bed, his eyes on her face as he softly stroked her stomach.

"How long have you been awake?" she asked.

"A short while." he said pouring her a mug of water that she drank down before he helped her to rise.

He helped her to dress and even brushed her hair himself and Margaery found that she quite enjoyed it. Though when he tried to form it into a style, she had no other choice but to send him away. Jae laughing at her when she told him that unlike him she could not get by with a simple tie to hold her hair up when it suited her. Sansa and Tyene soon arrived to help her make herself ready for the day. Margaery was pleased to have Jae's cousin in her service and Tyene herself seemed more than happy with her new position.

After breaking her fast she was told that her mother and father would be arriving a day earlier than she had expected. Margaery more than certain that was her mother's doing and so she told Jae who said they'd ready the welcome for them. It was something she knew her father would most appreciate and though Jae hated such shows of courtesy, he was getting far better and hiding his annoyance about them and when it was for family then he at least enjoyed them somewhat.

They held a Small Council meeting where they informed the Council of their news. Lord Wyman and Ser Richard both seeming genuinely joyful upon hearing it. Lord Monford was not in King's Landing due to a family issue but Jae had said that he'd see a raven was sent to Driftmark to let him know before they told the rest of the realm. Once the meeting was over, they asked Grandmaester Gormon to stay while she and Jae decided on the wording of the message to be sent out. It was to be the same message to all but Winterfell, Casterly Rock, Castamere, Highgarden, and Sunspear, those would be far more personal and they took them some time to write out. Though she'd already sent news to her mother and Leonette and no doubt Garlan now knew, she still wrote the one to her brother as if he did not.

"Jaime has gathered or will have gathered all the important lords and ladies in King's Landing for this afternoon. Now we must only wait for your father and mother to arrive." Jae said when they were alone.

"We'll speak to them privately first, won't we?" she asked and he nodded.

"We will, but it'll have to be straight from there to the Throne Room, protocol and all that." Jae said and she rolled her eyes at him.

"Now you care about protocol?" she asked with a chuckle as she did so.

"I care not, were it up to me then I'd simply climb onto Rhaenix's back and fly around the realm shouting it out at the top of my lungs." "Jae said and she laughed at the image before thinking about Rhaenix and Jae's bond with her.

"Does she know?" she asked.

"Aye, as soon as I did. She says she'll protect the babe as she would me, until their own dragon is large enough to do so." Jae said and she turned to look at him.

"Their own dragon?"

"The eggs I found in Summerhall, I knew they were not for me, they were for our babes or their babes, one of them belongs to the babe you carry, my love." he said and she smiled at that, her little prince or princess would be Dragonrider too, Margaery suddenly laughed loudly as Jae looked at her in confusion

"What?"

"I was just thinking of grandmother's face when she finds out that her great-grandchild is to be a Dragonrider." she said seeing his smirk as he pictured it.

Her mother and father arrived two hours later and Margaery could see her father's exasperated look at being made to hurry both to the capital and now to their chambers. He was on the verge of saying something when she moved to him, the smile on her face stopping him from speaking as he looked at her.

"I am with child, father." she said and he looked at her to be certain she was speaking the truth, her father turning to Jae who nodded.

"Oh, my sweet rose. I am..you are happy, both of you are happy?" he asked and she kissed his cheek for asking it.

"We are, Lord Mace, very much so." Jae said.

"Then this news is the very best I've ever heard, the very best, is that not so Alerie." her father said turning to her mother.

"It is my love." her mother said before moving to her "You are well Sweetling?"

"I am mother." she said as she was hugged and held for what felt a long time.

When Jae told her father that they had waited for them to arrive before announcing it to the realm, she saw the pride on her father's face. That he was then given the chance to change only made him even happier. She was surprised by how quickly he did so but when he was done they joined the procession into the Throne Room. It was only her, Jae, her father, and mother, with the Kingsguard to escort them. The others all already waiting for them and once inside Jae quickly took his seat on the Iron Throne and she took hers on the smaller throne that had been placed beside it.

"My Lords, My Ladies, Good Sers. It is with the greatest of pleasure that her grace and I come here today to announce that soon we are to see the birth of a new prince or princess of the realm. Her grace is with chid and to celebrate that most joyful of news, tonight we and the people of King's Landing shall feast to our good fortune." Jae said.

Margaery sat beside him smiling as much as her husband was and around the Throne Room, she heard the cheers and saw the happy looks on each person's face, and yet one man seemed anything but happy. It took her aback that the man in question was Aemon Targaryen but even more so the way he was looking at both her and Jae. It sent a shiver down her spine to see it and were it not that he noticed her and moved from her eyesight, she may have moved to him to ask him why he wore such a panicked expression on his face.

Hardhome 299 AC.

Val.

She gasped as she felt herself fall over the edge, her breathing taking some time to settle. Beneath her Benjen wore a look that she was sure was a reflection of her own. He had stolen her and done so truly. Val was now his and he hers and nothing or no one could come between them. That he had been a maid shocked her and that he was so skilled had delighted her. The first time had been fast, frantic and her fight to stop him from stealing her was only a token one. During it she had feared even giving him that as he was unaware of their ways and she had worried he'd see it as rejection, he had not and had instead risen to the challenge in more ways than one.

After the first time they'd lain together they'd done so each night since and though it had only been a few weeks since it had happened, she was closer now to him than she'd ever been to Jarl. He was a different sort of man than any she'd known before and never was this more clear than at times like this. When they had sated each other's needs so completely, Benjen didn't just roll over to sleep, instead, he welcomed her into his arms and they would speak on things. Their lives, the future, their adventures, the future, their regrets, the future. Always no matter what subject they discussed first, the future, their future, was soon to be spoken of. Tonight it was with no other subject, only the future and she welcomed hearing about his plans.

"The ship should arrive soon, the one that Jae spoke of in the raven." Benjen said as she cuddled up against him.

"Why only one ship?" she asked.

"The scroll says it carries things that will help us greatly." Benjen said and she shivered when he said us, it had been something he'd been saying more and more without knowing it over the past few days.

"Then he'll send the other ships?" she asked and felt him nod "What's Queenscrown like?" she asked turning to him.

"You've never been?" he asked.

"I'd not gone so far when I passed the Wall, not until we set sail." she said.

"It's abandoned but Jae plans to rebuild it, it and the village around it. It's on a lake that has good fish in it and there is good wood from the oaks that surround it." Benjen said and she found herself picturing it in her mind.

"You said your nephew plans to rule from there?" she asked and he shook his head.

"He plans to name it as a keep for one of his children or their children. A part of his House that's to be in the North."

She didn't much understand the way the kneelers thought about things, Jae ruled, that much she knew and it was King's Landing that he ruled from. How a child of his could rule all the way in the North she knew not but she supposed it truly didn't matter until he actually had children. What she did know was that the lands that her people would be settled on were Jae's own lands and not the lands of the North. It was to him they'd answer and that made things easier, especially as it was to be Benjen that they'd deal with.

"You truly won't go back to King's Landing?" she asked, expressing the one worry that she still had regarding him.

He didn't answer for a moment and she felt her heart still, before he then moved on top of her so he was looking into her eyes.

"From time to time, aye, maybe I'll need to go and see my nephew, more than likely he'll come to see me, him having a dragon and all" he said making her laugh "But no, I'll not be going back to King's Landing. The North has always been my home and I now have an even bigger reason to name it so." Benjen said.

"Aye, and what reason is that Benjen Stark?" she asked challengingly.

"You're my reason." he said kissing her "You're all my reasons."

They were woken far too early and by a big ugly grinning fucker named Tormund Giantsbane. Val not enjoying the wiggling of his eyebrows when he stuck his head in through the opening of their tent.

"Mance wants to see you both, a ship's been seen." he said before making to move, Val looking at him annoyedly when he stopped "Of course that's if you two are finished your fucking, louder than Sheila you both were, Har."

"Fuck off you ugly fuck." she said throwing something that just bounced off his head, the sound of his laughter as he left them alone annoying her greatly.

They dressed quickly, Val then left the tent first to grab something for them to break their fast while they walked to Mance's tent. It wasn't much and they'd need to eat properly before they'd be ready for the day but the meat at least stopped any rumbling in their bellies. Benjen pointed out the ship to her as they walked, it was huge, just like the one that she'd sailed to King's Landing on and she wondered just what exactly it carried in its hold. It made her quicken her step and when she reached Mance's tent she hurried inside.

Mance sat with Dalla and their babe, Tormund, Styr, and Mother Mole were the only others there with them and she welcomed that. The thoughts of a true Free Folk argument this early in the morning was not one that she was ready for. Dalla handed her a plate of much warmer and nicer fare and she made sure that Benjen ate too. They weren't alone in doing so and it seemed that no one had the chance to break their fast before Mance had sent for them.

"That ship, I've not seen the likes of it afore." Mance said looking to her and to Benjen.

"My nephew designed it when he was but ten namedays old." Benjen said proudly and she could see the looks that Mother Mole and Styr shared.

"He has more of them?" Tormund asked.

"I saw six in King's Landing and there are more than even that though." Val said and she didn't need to look at their faces to know what they were thinking. With ships that big they could take most if not all the Free Folk from here and beyond the Wall.

"How much is he sending us?" Mance asked.

"I don't know, you saw what the scroll said, all I know is that he's sending us Dragonglass." Benjen said, Val, smiling as he said us once more.

"Weapons." Mother Mole said making all the eyes turn to look at her "Weapons against the dead." she said as Tormund and Styr began to smile.

It turned out to be far more than any of the expected when later that day the ship dropped anchor a little off the shore and she, Benjen, Mance, and the others stood and watched the small boat row towards them. There were six men inside, one looking to be the leader and as the boat drew near she saw a chest resting between two of them. Benjen looked to Mance who nodded and then she watched as he stepped forward to greet the man.

"I'm Benjen Stark, the king's uncle, welcome to Hardhome."

"Captain Farman." the man said and Val looked to see that the lad was much younger than she thought a captain should be.

"My nephew sent you?" Benjen asked.

"His grace sent us to deliver some supplies, Lord Benjen, and it will take some time to do so. I've brought one chest with me. Do you have boats?" he asked and Benjen turned to Mance who nodded "Then if you'll have some of your men row them to the ship we can unload more quickly."

"I'll see it done." Mance said and she watched him send Ygritte and another to hurry to ready the men to do so.

"What's in the chest lad?" Tormund asked.

"Dragonglass." Captain Farman said.

She looked on as the chest was opened, Benjen and Mance reaching inside to pick up a handful of Dragonglass arrowheads, there were also knives and what looked to be ax and spearheads inside too.

"There are more of these? Mance asked and the captain smiled.

For the next day and night, they unloaded the ship and she found that there were more than a dozen larger chests of Dragonglass alone with some steel weapons too. Swords, Axes, and Hammers, it confused her for a moment why Jae would send these if Dragonglass was what worked against the dead but then she realized that a weapon of this sort could help too. It would buy them time in a fight, keep the dead from them and give them the room to use the Dragonglass, something that Styr confirmed when she heard him explaining it to Tormund.

The biggest surprise and the one that probably won Jae as many friends as the Dragonglass and weapons had, maybe even more, was the supplies. Grain, flour, fresh fruit and vegetables, and salted meat and fish, it was more than they'd ever gathered on their best day's hunting and would be very much appreciated by her people. That he'd done so without them asking for it marked him out as different too, in that it showed he cared, something that she'd seen for herself in King's Landing. It was not something that she'd have expected him to do for the Free Folk, but then again she'd have never expected a kneeler king to allow them to pass the Wall either.

When the ship was unloaded, Mance had Stannis join the Captain as he made ready to row back to it. He'd be dropped off in Eastwatch and would make his way back to Castle Black from there. The Captain telling them that he'd speak to the commander at Eastwatch once they reached it.

"I'd suggest you make more boats, Lord Stark." the Captain said.

"When will the rest of the ships arrive?" Benjen asked.

"The first within the moon, all within two I believe."

"I thank you Captain Farman." Benjen said and the Captain nodded as he, Stannis, and the men began to row from the shore.

Two moons, she hoped it was enough time and after they'd eaten and the weapons had been handed out she made her way back to her tent. Benjen walked by her side and as they walked she looked around at her people. A lot of the warriors and the spear wives now wore Dragonglass knives on the hips. Some were fitting spearheads to spears or ax heads to axes white others were now bearing steel of a quality they'd not seen before. All though wore the same expression, it was one she knew she wore too, an expression she was more than happy to wear, they were hopeful.

King's Landing 299 AC.

Kinvara.

Their temple was growing so much that she'd needed to send for more priests and priestesses from Volantis. She, Thoros, Melisandre, and even the acolytes they'd begun to train was simply not enough. The Faith had left them alone since the High Septon's death, though some of them had blamed them and called them out for murdering him with their foul magic's. Mainly though they kept to their own services and in some ways had begun to concentrate more on providing an alternative to their teachings.

The Septa's and Septon's now preached more in line with the Seven than against their own god and they had begun to spend the coin they gathered on the people more so than on themselves. That this was in reaction to them spending the coin they had gathered on the people of King's Landing mattered not. The people benefited and the King and Queen cared not for the petty reasoning of the faith, only the people themselves were deserving of their concerns.

She and Melisandre did most of the outdoor preaching, while Thoros instructed the acolytes. The man far better suited to that and showing his flaming sword off to those who had already started to walk the path delivered far better results than to those who had not. A believer wished to believe and seeing the sight of their god's power only made that even more so. A cynic wished to name their powers as false or untrue and seeing those powers for themselves only reinforced their doubts rather than alleviated them.

When the first ship arrived carrying some of their most persuasive and charismatic priests and priestesses, it allowed for her and Melisandre to begin to see to the temple and to its growth even more. The services they regularly held there attracted many followers and yet today it was just one of them that caught her completely by surprise. Prince Aemon may have dressed down and may not be wearing his ruby but she knew it was him by the eyes alone. So she sent one of the acolytes to bring him to her and quietly slipped away from the main hall, nodding to Melisandre who was delivering the sermon to let her know that all was well.

"Where is he?" she asked the acolyte who pointed her in the direction of the small garden they had at the back of the temple. It was quiet and secluded and a place they could be alone and so she was glad that was where he'd been brought to.

She found him standing by the flowers that grew there, the red roses were some of her favorites and he turned as soon as he heard her approach. It was strange to her to see him this way and it took her a moment to realize that he was blind and couldn't see her. The way he'd turned his head and looked at her had made her believe that he could see just as well as she could, or had until she looked closer at his eyes and saw that there was no life in them at all.

"Why are you not wearing it?" she asked and as soon as she spoke he put it back around his neck, the transformation was instant and the man who now stood in front of her was a much younger and more vibrant one.

"I wished to speak to you alone and to not have one of Ser Richard's lips announce my presence to my nephew."

"They rarely come here, my prince knows that we serve him as much as we do our god." she said.

"Because he is his chosen?" Aemon asked.

"He is the Prince that was Promised." she said and saw him sigh.

"Azor Ahai reborn." Aemon said and she nodded.

"You know what it cost Azor Ahai to end the darkness, Lady Kinvara? What price the gods demanded of him?"

"I know." she said looking at him keenly.

"You would seek my nephew to pay this price?" he asked and she shook her head vigorously.

"He would not, and my god would not ask it of him." she said seeing a look of surprise on the man's face.

"You truly believe that?" he asked softly.

"I do." she said, her words leaving no doubt, not that she carried any.

"Then I wish it were but your gods alone that he served." Aemon said before making a move to leave and Kinvara stopping him from doing so.

"What have you seen?" she asked her voice betraying a little of the panic she felt.

"I have seen terrible things, a prophecy that must be fulfilled and one that was foretold long before you or I walked this world. I've seen what my nephew must do and it pains me greatly for I cannot see how he will or how he can not." Aemon said.

"You're wrong, Prince Aemon, what you saw is untrue. R'hllor would not see his chosen suffer so." she said angrily.

"Them your god is a far better one than those who would." he said as he brushed past her.

She spent the rest of the day in a daze, finding no comfort in her food or in hearing the other priests and priestesses speak of their day. Not even when Thoros and Melisandre came to her could she speak on what Aemon had said. That night she looked deeper into the fire than she had ever done before and found to her relief that she couldn't see what Aemon said must be done. The prince wielded a sword that was aflame and he brought down the Great Other, she saw the darkness recede and the light shine in the sky, and then she watched as the prince brought the dawn.

King's Landing 299 AC.

Aemon.

Each day made it harder and harder for him to keep the news to himself. He also worried that Shiera. despite giving him her word that she'd give him time to research it more, would not be able to hold off from telling Jae before he could. In that respect, the news that his nephew was to be a father was welcome as it bought him some time. The news itself though also brought him even more pain and heartache, as he began to fear that the child may never be born.

Even if they got lucky and the fight didn't come until after Jae did what he needed to do, the child would still grow up without a mother, just as his niece and nephew had and he hated the world for that. He was having a hard time not letting the truth out himself also, be it in his words or his expressions. Thankfully Lady Olenna had assumed it was the horrors his family had faced at the hands of the Maesters and not the ones they were to face at the hands of the gods that had made him worry so.

He, Marwyn, and Loamara had once again poured over every text that they could. Aemon had told the two men to concentrate on the Azor Ahai mentions and so they had. The truth was there in the words and was plain for all to see and it brought him no comfort to know that he'd read the tales right. A small part of him had hoped that it was a misinterpretation on his part, a mistake that he'd made and would soon be found, only for him to find out that all that he'd feared was true.

"Three times he tempered the sword, for thirty days and nights he labored and then placed it in water only for the blade to break. For fifty days he labored and then he drove his sword into the heart of a lion and then it broke once more. The last time he labored for a hundred days, he sent for his wife and Nissa Nissa bared her breast and Azor Ahai drove the sword deep into her heart, and Lightbringer was formed." Marwyn said.

"It's the same each time, but what does it mean?" Loamara asked him.

"It means nothing. Gorghan of Old Ghis once wrote that a prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is... and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams. That is the nature of prophecy, said Gorghan. Prophecy will bite your prick off every time." Marwyn said.

He prayed his old friend was right and yet he knew he was not. Not even his visit to Kinvara had made him think any differently. The woman may be certain of her god but he was not and Aemon placed no true faith in any. Even had he trusted her word or her god, hers wasn't only her god that had decided his nephew's path. It wasn't only R'hllor that Jae served and if anything his nephew's connection to the old gods was even stronger than it was to the red one. This was why he now made his way to speak to their representative, Aemon knocking on the door, and within a moment the woman showed him inside.

Malora and he hadn't spoken much, other than to his nephew and his goodniece he doubted the woman had spoken to many people here. Had he not been so obsessed with all he'd found in Winterfell and the path it had sent him on then things would have been different. Aemon would have been curious to speak to her and to learn about her powers and her place in the world yet to be. As it was he was so focussed on what he had learned that he cared not to learn any more.

"I had expected you much earlier." Malora said and he looked at her surprised.

"You had?"

"I know your own eagerness for magic, my prince, you and your friends share that in common, and yet it was only Princess Shiera and Sarella Sand who came to ask me questions."

"Sarella Sand?" he asked.

"A bright future that girl has, but it's not her you came to speak to me about is it?" she asked curiously.

"What know you of Azor Ahai?" he asked.

"I know the tale." Malora said

"Jae is Azor Ahai and Margaery is Nissa Nissa." he said and she shook her head.

"You are wrong." she said dismissively.

"Would that I was. I've seen the truth of it deep within the crypts of Winterfell. I've seen my nephew's life played out and written by men or women who have long since passed. To wield Lightbringer and Bring the Dawn my nephew will have to sacrifice the woman he loves." he said.

"You lie." she said angrily.

"For what reason would I? Do you think I do not wish to be wrong? That I do not want to be proved wrong?" he said his voice rising as his words left his mouth.

"The gods would not be so cruel." Malora said looking to the ground.

"Has Jae ever told you the truth of himself? Of how he came to be?" he asked and Malora shook her head.

"No."

"He was always meant to be, the world needed him you see and so the gods made it so. All that death, all those who fell, My House almost wiped out of existence, all of that had to happen so Jae could become who he was born to be. The Prince that was Promised had to be here now or all would fall and so some had to fall to make sure that he would be here. His father, his mother, his brother and sister, they and more were taken from him by the so-called gods. So tell me, are they cruel enough for you now you know that?" Aemon asked bitterly.

"It cannot be, they would not, I'll not." Malora said.

"Then help me to find another way." he pleaded.

A week later he stood at his nephew's door and knocked, glad to see him alone and yet not, as if she'd been there with him then he'd have spoken to them both about something else. He moved to the table when Jae bid him to and he took the seat and the offer of some wine. Aemon drinking down the first glass in the blink of an eye and asking for another much to his nephew's surprise.

"There is something that I need to tell you, nephew." he said a moment later.

King's Landing 299 AC.

Jaehaerys Targaryen.

The feast had been a large one and he'd seen that as much of the city as they could find food for had celebrated as much as they had. He'd even sung more than one song that night and had danced with anyone who'd asked. That it was Joy and his wife mainly who did so was something he enjoyed and he finally even got Sansa to dance with him too. His sister for once putting his wishes above her own and though he knew she preferred to sit and speak with Willas, he thought she'd enjoyed the dance with him just a little.

After that night, he'd had much work to do and he found it hard to concentrate on it all. Jaime, Olenna, Willas, Richard, and even Margaery taking much enjoyment in telling him to leave it to them at times when it was clear he wished to be elsewhere. That his wife could concentrate so easily on their work amazed him, as Jae often found himself thinking of what their babe would be like instead. Imagining a little girl who was much like Joy or Sansa or even Joanna. A girl who was as fierce as Dany, Arya, or Lyanna Mormont or as driven as Elia or Obella were. Someone who loved fun as much as Dorea or Loreza or who was some combination of all of them.

He pictured her as her mother, as his sisters, as Rhaenys, and as his own mother, and once his mind went there then nothing else could enter it. When he wasn't picturing a little girl, he was imagining a young boy. A boy to spar with as he did with Tommen and Martyn, a boy like Bran or Rickon would be or like who Jon would grow up to be. Jae would see him as a young man and see the loyalty of Loras, the steadfastness of Robb and then he'd see him as the boy that Aegon could have been. The brother he had lost and known only in his visions and dreams somehow now reflected in the son that Margaery may very well have.

To stop his mind from running completely away from him and knowing that work was not what would see that done, he had spent more time doing things that did. He sparred with Martyn, Tommen, and Bran, his brother enjoying the lessons and being able to face off against both of his squires. Jae spent time with his cousins and even crossed lances with Elia and he was knocked on his arse much to her and her sister's amusement. It was the picnic that he had enjoyed the most though, even if Joy had needed to wait for the ride back to get her race with him.

"Why can't we race now?" she asked as they moved to the horses.

"Because my passenger isn't ready to race with us." he said looking at her.

"Margy race before." Joy said pouting.

"It's not Margy, Joy." he said smiling at her confused look.

It had taken some convincing and he'd had to swear on his honor that he'd not ride fast but Jaime had finally agreed and so had allowed him to take Joanna for her first true ride. Just as Joy before her she'd loved it and her laughter could be heard all through the streets of King's Landing as they made their way to the gates. It had been one of the very best days of his life. Jae, his cousins, Joy, Sansa, and Bran along with both Jae's squires. The wolves had all come and even Rhaenix had flown over their heads when they had reached the spot he'd picked out for their picnic.

He'd lain in the grass and watched as the girls and boys had played happily, the older girls joining in as he held Margaery's hand in his and he had still been wearing a smile when he'd gotten back to his solar. Little idea did he have that not only was it about to be wiped from his face but it would not be returning for some time. That it was his uncle Aemon who said the words to anger him so only made it feel to him like a betrayal of some sort.

"What are you saying to me?" he asked angrily after Aemon had told him that he was Azor Ahai and Margaery was Nissa.

"I've seen the images in Winterfell, Jae, I've seen the drawings and the texts are all the same, they all say the same thing."

"The same thing, that I'm to drive a fucking sword into my wife's chest. You're telling me that some fucking drawings showed you this?" he said rising to his feet, his hands on the desk in front of him and so angered was he that he didn't hear as the door was opened and Arthur walked in.

"Your grace?" Arthur said.

"Get him the fuck out of my sight" he shouted as he glared at Aemon.

"I'm sorry nephew." Aemon said.

"Get the fuck out now before you make me a kinslayer." he shouted.

Where he got the strength from he didn't know but the table was soon on its side, the chair that he had been sitting on was smashed against the wall. Not Ghost, nor Margery or anyone else could get him to calm down that day. Were it not for the sheer mental exhaustion and hearing Rhaenix in his head telling him that she'd not see it come to pass then he doubted that anyone could have. How it must have looked to them all was something that perhaps should have concerned him and yet it did not.

"Jae, speak to me." Margaery said and how long she'd been asking him to he could not tell, only that finally he heard her.

"I won't, I won't, I swear it to you, I swear it I'd never….you must believe me…I'd never.." he said his tears falling and his head shaking as he repeated it over and over.

"I know you'd not, whatever it is I know you'd not, please Jae talk to me." she said and he nodded, though he couldn't speak of it that night as each time he looked at her only made him repeat those words again and again.

It was Jaime that got it out of Aemon and he heard later that his father by choice had to be pulled away by Ser Barristan otherwise he'd have harmed his uncle. When he finally told Margaery himself, it took him far longer than it should have to speak the words. Each sentence he spoke was filled with more and more reassurances that he would not, that he could not, that he would never be that man.

"I wouldn't, I won't, I won't." he said as she kissed his cheek and held him in her arms.

When the idea came to him to leave and go to the Isle of Faces it was already dark and yet he found he couldn't wait for the day to come. They argued, his wife cried and it hurt him to be the cause of her tears but he had to go, he needed to. It was only when they were flying from King's Landing that he realized that he'd not explained the why of it and so he turned back and landed in the courtyard. Jae then almost raced through the keep to get to their room. She was laying on their bed and though she'd stopped crying it was clear that she'd only done so because for now she'd cried herself out.

"I'm sorry. I should have explained." he said sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Have you any idea how much you scared me, how much you hurt me?" she asked, her voice cracking from pain, anger, or sadness he knew not which.

"I'm sorry, I…I will be back Marge, I wasn't running from you. I need to speak to him, to them, I have to and if I don't do it now then I'll lose what little mind I have left." he said.

"I thought you were leaving me, I thought you were leaving us, I don't want to be alone, Jae." she said and he reached down to her.

"I would never, my love, together always. From when I was Just Jon and you Just Margaery that's all I ever wanted, nothing in this world will ever change that.." he said as she looked to him.

"Prophecies mean nothing, Jae, they're just words. You and me, our babe, that's all that truth we need. Tell me that we'll be together and then go and do what you must." she said looking at him.

"We'll be together, nothing, no one, neither god nor man will ever part us, I swear it on all I am, I swear it by Fire and Blood." he said and she nodded before he kissed her, neither of them wishing to be the first to break away.

He found Arthur and Ghost waiting for him when he made his way back out to where Malora stood with Rhaenix. The look on the knight's face one that he more than deserved. Without saying anything to him, Jae walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder, Arthur nodded and he knew that he'd accepted his apology even though he'd not spoken one. They climbed up onto Rhaenix's back, Ghost laying down in front of him and soon enough they were flying over King's Landing and towards the Riverlands.

It felt odd to him that Ghost wished to join them as the white wolf usually stayed by Margaery's side, and yet he for some reason wanted to be here with him. He saw Malora look at the wolf too and then he felt him in the air, Jae turning to see Lygaron was flying towards him. Why his son had come now he had no idea but it was clear that he was alone and riderless. Jae for a moment worried that something had happened to Tyrion only for Rhaenix to tell him that his uncle was safe and well.

"Why is Lygaron here?" he asked her.

"He says he's here to protect you." Rhaenix said slightly worriedly which in turn worried him more than a little.

"From who?" he asked.

"He won't say" she said and he was about to reach out to his son when he saw the Isle of Faces below them.

They landed, though Lygaron did not, the bronze dragon instead flying over their heads and when Jae asked Rhaenix if she wished to do likewise she refused. His sister instead saying that she would be staying by his side. As he climbed off her back he looked around and saw they were in the glade itself and not where they had landed before. The Weirwoods that surrounded them looked like dark sentinels in the night. It felt different to him, the energy, the magic, and when he looked to Rhaenix and to Ghost he could see they felt it too.

"Are they the children?" Malora asked her voice light as he saw the Children of the Forest move out from behind some trees, their excited voices soon reaching them as they hurried their way.

"Aye, that one is Leaf." he said pointing Leaf out to her.

"You have come." Leaf said and Malora nodded.

"I have, I am to stay with you." Malora said making Leaf smile before she looked at him with a much different expression.

"You should not be here, my prince, the gods are angry." Leaf said a moment later.

"Good, so am I." he said moving from where he stood.

The wind suddenly stopped blowing, the leaves no longer moved on the tree and it took Jae a moment to realize that the only sound that he could hear was his and Rhaenix's breathing. He looked to the Children and to Malora and saw they were as still as statues, Arthur too was unmoving. Yet he could move freely and Ghost moved as did Rhaenix and above him in the sky he could see Lygaron flying free. The stillness of the night was then broken by the sound of a branch snapping from behind him and he turned to see the figures move amongst the trees.

Just as the last time he'd been here one of those figures now stepped forward and yet Jae felt a different presence than he had when last he'd spoken to the Old Gods. It was a far more malignant presence and it was something that both Ghost and Rhaenix felt too. The white wolf moved to his back while Rhaenix rose up, her head almost looming protectively over his shoulder as the god moved his way.

"You would squander all that we gave you?"

"Forgo your destiny?

"Let him win?

"For the love of a woman you would doom the world?"

The questions didn't come from the figure that moved towards him but from the others that hid amongst the trees.

"Fuck the world." he said and heard bitter laughs coming from the trees.

"We thought you worthy, named you as so and poured great power into you and you would throw it all away for love?"

"Weak thing."

"Man was always such."

"Fools we were"

"The whims of gods and monsters, I had thought that my house's curse, that we were left at the whims of gods and monsters but it's the world's curse. For even the gods are monsters themselves if they cannot understand what it means to love." Jae said his worlds almost spat out.

"Kill her."

"Fulfil your destiny."

"Make the prophecy complete."

"This is what you were born for."

"I was not born for this." he said taking out his sword and the sound of a god's laughter rang around the glade.

"But you will die for it."

"Dracarys." he said and yet no flames came and when he glanced over his shoulder he saw that both Rhaenix and Ghost were just as still as the others. Looking to the air he could see Lygaron was now no longer flying, instead, the Bronze dragon just floated in the air.

"If you will not do our will then the gifts we gave you are ours to use to do what must be done. She will die, be it by your hand or ours." the god said and Jae felt the rage begin to rise.

The sword swung in the air barely missing the god but missing all the same and he found himself fighting a shadow. One moment it was in front of him and sure to be struck and the next it was gone, even Jae's own speed was not a match for the speed of the god he faced. It was mocking him too, in word and in look and when he felt himself caught by what to him felt like a branch, the mocking grew louder.

"All our hopes, wasted."

"All our powers wasted."

"All our planning wasted."

"You are no prince, you were not what was promised, you shall not bring the dawn."

He felt blood trickle down his chin, a slap from a branch that he barely avoided yet was still enough to bust his lip. When his sword did connect he saw the branch in the god's hand simply fix itself. One moment he had cut it in half and the next it was full once more. The more he broke them though the more he felt that he had a chance and he just needed to time it right. Something he did not as he was slapped away by the branch as it fixed itself, the wind was knocked out of him and he was left laying on the ground.

The pain when it cut into his shoulder was incredible, the point of the branch piercing right through his armor and he wondered how wood could pierce Valyrian Steel. That it was his off-shoulder allowed for him to keep fighting and though he felt his blood drip now from his shoulder as well as his mouth, fight he did.

"It will be I that ends her."

"Take comfort in knowing that it'll be quick and your child shall live."

"Though you'll not get to see either of them again."

"Another promise that you'll not be able to keep."

"Together Always, I believe you said."

Jae felt himself begin to fade, the wound in his shoulder bleeding far more than it should, the sword in his hand feeling heavier than it was, and yet the words the god said fuelled him with something the god should fear. The anger he felt seemed to give him a strength he didn't know he possessed and yet he knew that it wasn't truly that which fuelled him. It was her, just as it had been for as long as he could remember, it was her, his wife, his love.

He caught the branch higher up this time and it took a little longer for it to fix itself. The time it took he used to move forward and he drove the sword deep into the heart of the god he faced.

His mother smiled at his father and took the crown from him, the blue winter roses marking her out as even more beautiful than she was once she put them on her head and it was clear how they felt about each other. Ashara looked at his uncle Brandon as he stood in front of her and thought him to be the most handsome man she'd ever seen. A silver-haired prince wore a white cloak and stood by a small and slight woman, her purple eyes showing the truth of her feelings for him as they looked at each other.

Prince Duncan danced with his Jenny and the world around them faded away, their eyes only on each other. He saw men he recognized and women he did too, his Uncle's Ned and Benjen, with Elle and Val, Jaime with Dacey, and Gerion with Ashara. Princess Elia laughed with Ser Garrison and he saw Oberyn and Ellaria and the first time they spoke their words of love to each other. There were others, many and more, his family on both sides, and then he saw her, his own love. They were children, they were grown, they lay in bed, they laughed and they danced, the images coming so quickly that they were almost as one.

"You are who we chose and we have chosen well."

"Many will fall, those you love amongst them."

"Yet not by your hand and not by ours."

"You are only human and we have fashioned you for love, be certain never to forget that Jaehaerys Targaryen."

Around him people began to move, the Children, Malora, Arthur, up in the sky he saw Lygaron fly once more, and behind him, both Ghost and Rhaenix stood ready to protect if needed. He was on his knees and he felt it as he reached for the hilt of the sword, he felt the power flow from all around him. The darkness was gone and only the light remained and as he took Dark Sister from its sheathe and held it in the air, it shined that light as brightly as it could.

"Lightbringer." he said softly.

A/N: Thanks to all who've read and reviewed. Up Next, Stannis arrives back at the Wall, Jae returns to King's Landing and makes plans to go Beyond the Wall, Aurane spends some time with Dany and we find out what Jae said to him and in the Vale Lady Anya welcomes Harrold Hardyng back but not warmly while Beyond the Wall Quentyn finds life not as easy as he thought it would be.

Daryl Dixon: Ruh Roh indeed.

Biohazard: So glad you enjoyed it.

The Sphynx. Love it as always, my friend.

Fletcher Bamford: It's an interesting question, I wonder if they use the edge of their blades or something. I'm not even sure how they keep their teeth clean, I know LF uses mint for his breath. Nope, it was a test, all a test. The things we do for love.

Hkt29: It's amazing how much he actually has and so little he cares for it. We'll see next what Jae said but you're right, with him as a king, given Oberyn's relationship and Joy and yes even Bran with Myrcella it really matters little to him.

Celexys: The conversation between them was so very very brief, I had a longer one envisioned but I think Jae would have stopped listening once Aemon told him what he did, they'll speak next chapter and it'll be a more reasonable talk.

Jman: Dany did kinda promise and we will see Drogo again. On LB well it's made now. Can't answer which but what I will say is that the next chapter will almost answer it.

Emerald Duke; I shall try my best.

Tfranco: You're welcome, there is a really big example of it coming in a couple of chapters and an even bigger one a chapter or two after that, we'll really see what can be done with it. I'll give you a hint, Queenscrown. Shiera was really that here, the we will find another way, but in the end, it was a final test for Jae. Way back when Nan brought him down in the crypts there was an image of LB being formed, Aemon saw that but concentrated on other images. I would never do the mad Dany thing because it seems just wrong IMO. I mean even if you wish to make Dany an antagonist you don't need to make her mad to do so. So in my stories, she'll never be mad. I think in my planning I have only one Dany vs. Jon story and even in that it's more circumstantial than anything.

VfSnake: He wouldn't nor would he really be able to function knowing that he may have to do this which is why it's kinda forced thing for him, driving him to face the god to forge LB.

Anja: So glad you liked it.

Guest: The Jae/Aurane talk is next. The whole thing with LB and Azor Ahai was almost a test of sorts, a way to force Jae to confront it and deny it, rather than to think about it later on.

Zeon07: It works so much better than a simple tell you that everyone is better I felt, showing them give that other perspective and allows you to see that lives or better. Where a simple comment by someone, "Oh the people have it better" just doesn't work the same way. I intend to tie up all loose ends, hopefully, lol by the end. But things like Quentyn here are to play into the Nk/AOD which really ramps up from next week.

Irish Hermit: I think so too, he needed that talk and from someone like Sansa. The BF may seem to bear a grudge towards Jae but he really doesn't, he's angry about the events and that anger is directed at Jae but it's more a fleeting than a building grudge. Now he has time to get over it a little and he will, but yes he didn't deserve that family.

The thing is as Marwyn says here Prophecy can't be trusted in some respects. Now for Jae, this was a test but the key thing is that Azor Ahai failed that test, which is why the Great other still lives. I've been spending so much time showing that Jae's heart is what it is to lead up to that test. Yeah, more rides upcoming.

Daemon Sadi: Thanks for your review and I'm glad you're liking it. It's funny you mention Sarella as she's got her first mention here as it's her reintro and we'll find out what she's been doing, she's been a very busy girl. I hadn't known that about the rating, the Lemon only came in so late into the story I never thought but I'll fix that. On the reviews, I've covered this topic, had this discussion, and made my feelings clear on it a number of times over the course of the fic. I get what you're saying and it may be an issue to some.

The story itself is over 1.5 m words, the reviews on top of that takes it to 1.9 which is about a quarter I think. If I wrote a smaller chapter and padded it out with reviews or was doing it for my word count then I'd not, but each chapter is around 10 to 12 k and some even larger and so without the reviews the story would just be as large, practically. Early on I asked people and more seemed to wish to read the reviews than not and so that's how it's been. No one needs to, no one is forced to and the story is on another site under the same name without them, it's just on this site this is easier to answer that way, and more seem happy than upset by it.

Creativo: El sentido común de Brynden podría mejorar, el futuro esposo de Joy está condenado.

Lady Octarina. LMAO, I had so forgotten that gods he was taking the piss wasn't he. Sansa really is the perfect person to set the BF straight as she's the prime example of what was wrong with Cat. Jon's' interference has set her on a completely different path and she's everything that Cat wished her to be with none of the tendencies that the Tully's have. In time the BF will come to see that even more clearly. Bran I think is just at that age where this is what he'd want more than anything, so spending the day sparring with Jae and the KG and then having even more of that before he goes to Riverrun is just right for him.

Very much so, there is a thing where they say somewhere in the books that the deck is permanently stained with a red tinge because so much blood has been spilled on it, so yep, once they removed all of worth, then the Silence is no more.

The Dragonglass thing was for that exact reason, it always struck me as odd that it broke so easily and why no one sought a way around that, I mean ok in the show they had no time (because idiots decided 7 upsides was enough) but it really should be a thing IMO. Shiera will get some comfort from an odd source, won't say which one.

While I won't say what Jae and Marge will be having, I will say the next chapter is a big clue to it.

Keb: It was more a test to see if he could, trust me a very big use of it is coming in a chapter or two. The Rl for Jae to foster in is a bit tricky given the Tully's and I don't see him being a reaver either. The Val thing would be in a Rhaegar wins Au so Jon would be raised a prince in it.

Vdwade: Wow, thanks so much, I was hoping for people to read this when I first wrote it, having someone enjoy it enough to re-read, thank you. Shiera's past being laid to rest allows her to think of a future which we'll see some of in a little bit. Jae would never, he'd cut his own throat rather than do that. It's like that Meatloaf song "I would do anything for love but I won't do that" Quentyn will have some hard time to come. As for Harrold, it's coming next lol.

Silverglow: The BF was more angry than blaming, Jae just the focus of that anger but Sansa set him right. Some of the books will be very interesting, plus the maps, one, in particular, will be very helpful to the ships. Aurane is but well, Jae will sort him out. Aemon got so focused on the horror of what it meant that he never looked at things objectively. Had he done so then he'd have realized that Azor Ahai didn't actually work and failed his test. Hope you enjoy that chapter, it kinda needed to be done close to the other one I felt, rather than a month gap.