Valyria had conquered almost the entirety of Western Essos. Developing their small outposts into full flesh colonies, such as Tyrosh, Lys, Myr and many many others. Dragonlord Targaryen had settled on Dragonstone, the furthest Freehold Outpost. The Valyrian Freehold was the biggest empire in the world, surpassing the Kingdom of the North with the assimilation of the Rhoynish city-states and their lands. Their technological prowess was matched only by the Golden Empire of Yi Ti and the North, their armies vast and undefeated and magical prowess only matched by the Kingdom of the North and the mysterious lands of Asshai.

Valyria had beaten the supposedly unbeatable Lockstep Legions of the Ghiscari Empire, although it was only through the excessive use of dragons as well the legendary water mages of Rhoyne. The Andals were easily scared off and they were now destroying the Dothraki hordes, Tall men, etc. This allowed them access to the entirety of the Western Essos and large amounts of resources.

All of the forty Dragonlords had the main family in the city of Valyria. The city of Valyria is located southeast of the Three Daughters on the Valyrian Peninsula, a large peninsula extending southwards into the Summer Sea. Valyria was connected by dragon roads to surrounding cities, such as Tyria. Topless tower built to rise high through magic and merged stone, soared reaching for the clouds with many stone sphinxes guarded the city. The smooth stones were accomplished by melting the stones together, making it a seamless attachment. The Valyrian Peninsula was the center of the Valyrian Freehold and Valyria was its beating heart.

The Valyrians seemed unstoppable and were set to conquer the rest of Essos, before the unimaginable Doom of Valyria.

King Eddard Stark the 18th of his name, was sitting upon his throne worried, as he had not heard from his old friend Dragonlord Jaehaerys Belaerys, or as he called him Jae. It has been three moons since he last heard from him. It would take around a single moon for the messenger raven to reach Valyria at most, so he was dreading what this delay might mean.

He met Jae, when he left the North to explore the planteos as a young child. At first, he thought he would be satisfied by visiting the Eight Kingdoms of Westeros but he was wrong, as everywhere but Dorne was boring and hostile. So he set sail to Valyria to meet House Belaerys, the old ally of House Stark. It was there that he met heir Jaehaerys. They had instantly become close friends, bonding over their immense burden of their House's great history and responsibilities. They practiced their swordplay, studied politics, finance, and practically everything else together, each finding a brother they had always wanted in the other.

King Eddard had stayed with House Belaerys in Valyria for four years, before journeying back to the North and they have kept in contact ever since, messaging each other practically every month.

His thoughts were interrupted when a Green Ranger ran inside the Great Hall.

He knelt and said, "Your grace, I bring terrible news, Valyria…. It has fallen. Nobody knows how it happened. Some say the fourteen massive volcanoes erupted at the same time causing the land split apart. Some say that the Dragonlords attacked each other, while others say that a ritual went wrong. The Kingsmen heard rumors of this, so we went to investigate, only to discover it to be true. I am sorry your grace, I know you had close Valyrian friends."

King Eddard's face turned stony. There were two types of Starks. The wolf blooded Starks, who are quick to anger, gaining strength, speed, and great reflexes in exchange for a clouded mind. The other were the the winter Starks. Their anger is like a frozen blizzard. It grants them a heightened intelligence due to the powerful motivation. It allowed them to deliver justice and revenge, allowing them to wait for the perfect moment to destroy everything in their path systematically. Eddard Stark was the latter and have never had an explosive anger or sadness. All grief or anger instantly froze inside him, leaving him solem. Cold anger had its uses, just as hot rage had its own uses.

He quietly but commandingly said "Bring me the Highseer."

Soon a Child of the Forest came through to the Great Hall, walked forth and said "Your grace, you asked for me?"

"Can you explain the Doom of Valyria to me? It sounds eerily similar to how you Children destroyed the Arm of Dorne. Is there any chance for them to have survived?"

"It does your grace, but the magical signature was vastly different. I personally felt the souls of the sacrificed, finally being able to escape, so based on that I have come to a conclusion. What I believe happened your grace, was that the fourteen volcanoes exploded at once. Once, the destructive heat and lava reached the castles and forts of Valyria, the wards and the volcanos ended up having a major battle, which ended with a massive magical backlash supported by the tortured madness of the sacrificed, that broke and sunk the Valyrian Peninsula. Most wards would break before that could ever happen, but all houses except House Belaerys practiced incredible amounts of human sacrifice. We had similarly practiced the art before the Long Night, till it was deemed to be too barbaric. It made the magic stronger, especially if one sacrificed a magically strong person. But for their to be any noticeable effect with a non magically gifted person, you have to sacrifice thousands of lives. The Valyrians didn't care about such a vile act and sacrificed thousands and thousands of non magically gifted for each fort, tower, and castle. This caused the runes to not collapse the instant the lava touched it, allowing the ensuing battle between magic and nature. No matter how powerful magic is, it cannot stop nature. So when the magic broke, it most likely released a powerful magical backlash, which was compounded every time it reached and broke a new ward, creating a magical backlash powerful enough to split and sink lands. Not only that, but this magic is tainted with the souls of the sacrificed. That means that the magical backlash released all of the tortured souls into the surrounding area, cursing it. A normal man will not be able to survive, however, a magically gifted might have a chance to make it out. "

"So they were killed by their own stupidity and ruthlessness?"

"Well not all your grace, I heard the Targaryens took their 15 dragons to Dragonstone and moved their entire family there, after one of their members dreamed about the Doom." said a random trader to was at the Great Hall.

"I heard the Veltigars moved a part of their family and dragons to Volantis after the Targaryen warning." yelled another trader.

"Thank you all for your information." said King Eddard as he stood up from his throne. As he made his way to leave the hall, he said "Please clear the room, I shall hold no more meeting for today."

King Eddard sat in front of the ancient Weirwood tree in the Godswood of Winterfell. His direwolf, Night, was pure black in color with clear blue eyes. It is said that this Weirwood tree is one of the oldest in the known world. The First Men and Children had only found one other older Weirwood tree and it was far in the Land of Always Winter. There was talk between the Children, trying to find of ways to bring it further south to Wolfswood near Winterfell, where the Children of the Forest built their own city. It was very well warded and unless in dire need, no man or Giant would be able to find it. Only when escorted by a Child of the Forest, would a person not in danger, be able to find the city. The few men who visited the city say that it is amazing with houses that is merged with trees. Animals that would stay with them, without warging or domestication. It is said that there are massive trees, taller than towers of some castles. He now wish that he was back there, as there is no place in the world as peaceful. Only in the ancient Godswood of Winterfell, where he could feel all the Olds God's presence, was it remotely close.

It has been a moon since he heard about the Doom of Valyria and he was still mourning for his fallen friend and the loss of a close ally. He sat there sharpening and cleaning Ice, over and over again even though the blade needed no sharpening.

As he sat there collecting his thoughts, a guard came into the forest and said "Your grace. You will want to see this."

"What is it?"

"There is a host coming... with Valyrian features."

King Eddard shot up, quickly sheathed Ice and ran to the inner walls of Winterfell. He jumped on the nearest horse and rode out. Hastily, 10 guards quickly followed with the Green Ranger jumping on his specially bred horse to follow.

When King Eddard neared the host of 5000 men and women, he stopped and asked "Who are you? State your business!"

"It's me, old friend." said a heavily bandaged man, with flowing silver hair riding forward.

King Eddard shocked said, "Jae? You are alive?"

"Yes-" his barely audible voice was cut off with a hacking cough. "These people here and I were able to escape the Doo-" said Jae as he nearly fell out of his horse not being able to properly stay on it because of all his injuries.

"Just hang on friend, I shall get you help." said King Eddard.

He then turned to escort guards, and said "Get more men, help me escort them to the infirmary!"

When King Eddard turned back around he saw Jae dropping off of his horse with one of his men barely catching him.

Dragonlord Jaehaerys Belaerys, sixth of his name, awoke in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar location.

He looked around and said "Wa…."

He was unable to finish as his voice cracked due to his raw parched throat. Luckily, the Grandscholar heard the noise and saw that his patient had awoken. He quickly got up and brought him a glass of water.

After watching Dragonlord Jaehaerys drink all the water slowly, the Grandscholar asked, "How are you feeling?"

"I have felt better."

"I shall go inform King Eddard, he asked me to inform him once you awoke." and the Grandscholar left.

Left alone, Jaehaerys looked around to see that he was in the infirmary. Still feeling parched, he reached for more water.

After 3 minute of waiting, the Grandscholar returned but this time with Ned.

"Ned!" said Jaehaerys.

"Jae. Thank the Old Gods, you are alive. I was worried. When I heard of the Doom of Valyria and no rumor of your family's survival. I assumed you were dead. Thank the gods you came to Winterfell. Can you tell me what happened?"

"Before I do, are all the smallfolk being treated?"

"Of course. I have personally made sure of it. I have been told that they will all make a full recovery."

"Then sit down, because it is a long story."

After taking another gulp of water, Jaehaerys began his story.

"When the fourteen volcanoes erupted at the same time, I knew what the Targaryens foretold and my dreams warned me of were true. You see the Targaryens, specifically Daenys "the Dreamer", predicted the Doom a century ago and they moved their entire family to Dragonstone. Every dragon owned by House Targaryen, around 15, and wealth was moved to Dragonstone. The Veltigars moved a tenth of their family to Volantis so roughly 10 dragons, although they were the old or the newborn and 5 family members. The second born son, 2 Sisterwives, and two children. No other families moved away from Valyria. In fact we mocked the Targaryens for their foolishness. In leaving Valyria, they had left behind their political power and status. My family, believed ourselves to be the most magically powerful, and because we didn't have the dream, that meant that it wasn't going to happen. So our family also decided not to move."

"Wait, I thought your family was the most powerful in magic?"

"We are generally. Our average magic power is higher than any other family, however, that doesn't mean that there cannot be another person more powerful the us. My family grew arrogant, because we were constantly called the most magically powerful of the Dragonlords. Then hours before the Doom, I had a dragondream as well. It was as exactly as the same as the Targaryens described to us. I immediately knew the Doom was coming, so I took my family and the nearby smallfolk, into our high up our castle, where we would be protected from the heat and lava. My dragon was dragged indoors but the others were near the 14 Flames, and they could erupt at any moment so had to be abandoned. I was hoping that it would provide enough protections for them. My daughter refused to leave my side whilst I was helping the smallfolk into my castle. She is very magically powerful and only I can hold her uncontrolled lashes of magic. So when the fourteen flames exploded, the smoke, lava, heat, and ash washed over my castle before we could properly close the gates. I had to protect my daughter, so I cast a rudimentary ward of protection on her." said Jaehaerys with blank eyes.

Knowing it wasn't safe for him to go in shock, King Eddard broke him from his stupor by asking, "And?"

"You don't know how Valyrian wards work. For a rune of protection to work, the damage that the object that is being protect might receive has to go somewhere. Normally, you do it to something like a mountain or the ocean, but I didn't have time to put the pair on either one. So the solution was to put it on myself. I took all the injuries that she was supposed to get, the burns, the cuts. Solar, took the brunt of the attack though and with his last strength he closed the gates for us and blocked the ash. He died a second later looking into my eyes…. Even though we were relatively safe in my castle as long as no molten rock hits us, I knew it wasn't sustainable. I saved around 7,000 men, at the cost of 65,000. My fort was somewhat safe against the lava, it's made with dragon fire. Nowhere near as hot as lava, but it lasted long enough before melting, giving the lava time to cool. It was only through pure luck that a piece of debris didn't hit my castle. I was able to save 48 Valyrian Steel swords and weapons, 23 sets of Valyrians Steel armor, 200 chest filled with books from our library and the other libraries that we looted, and 300 chest filled with gold and other valuable gems. I would give it all to bring back the dead." said Jaehaerys shuddering.

"You say you saved 7,000, but only 5,000 of them were with you. What happened?"

"I waited for a month, making sure the all the magical backlash from the destruction of the wards of the other house's forts and castles was finished. Normally, I would be able to sense it but because of the unprecedented magical backlash, my senses were overcharged. There was so much poisonous magic in the air. When we left the fort, we made our way to the closest harbor only to find it broken in many places, with more than half of it sunken underwater. We could see a few boats, but they were quite far away. So we had to go to the other harbour hoping that it hadn't broken off or sunken into the ocean with the boats." Jaehaerys stopped to gather his thoughts, before continuing, "We found the harbor still attached, but the all the boats had drifted away or sunken. So I broke off the men into groups. Few were sent to get the boats, a group to look for more survivors, and another group to look at the other forts for more resources." said Jaehaerys.

He drank another glass of water before continuing. "We looked at all of the unbroken parts of the forts and even dug around the rubble. Most of the books are from my family's library, books are not the most durable object, so we were not able to find many. Half the weapons and armor are my families as well, seeing as how most of the weapons and armor was light enough to be thrown into the ocean when the land sank or buried under the lava. That is what I am presuming happened to most of the other Valyrian Steel. My house had a lot of gems and while tons was lost, there were still enough to fill those chests. Most of Valyria is in rubble as the magical backlash blew apart the walls and stones. Although we found a few suspiciously standing and closed off to the world, I worry about the reasoning for the forts survival. We had to stay there for a month, getting the ship ready for the ocean and preparing resources. We made the mistake of drinking from the streams and lakes nearby. Whether it be all the deaths, volcanic eruptions, or the magical backlash, the waters of Valyria is now poisoned. Anyone who drank it, slowly went mad, got greyscales, or simply just died. By the time we figured out it was the water roughly 2000 people died. The one blessing in that horrible event, was the fact that the water we saved and the food we collected, was then enough for us to set sail and leave, practically immediately. The last blessing given to us, by the gods were the fact that we didn't have to fight any krakens on our way out."

"I am sorry, Jae. For making you have to go through that again."

"No! I deserve every bit of the pain. We put these people through this, us Dragonlords. And now Valyria has fallen and my family will surely die out."

"My friend, you can't think this way. You have to continue fighting!"

"For what! I have no home, I have lost my wealth, my power, my dragons, my family, and my people. After this ordeal, I doubt I would be able to have a child. Without the dragons, I can't even carve out a new home!"

"Silence! You do have your family! You have a young daughter, who needs her father right now! Even if you can't have a new child, your family line, legacy, and blood will live through her! For your home, you can stay here. I will give you the protection of the North! You will not need wealth while staying with us. Do you not think, that your family will want you to continue living!? What about the 5000 lives you saved!? What about them!? Do you not think they are extremely grateful to you for saving their lives!? You did what neither the Targaryens nor the Veltigars did, even though they had more dragons and more power. You save the smallfolk of Valyria, men that you did not need to save and for that they will be extremely grateful! You are the sole reason why the culture of Valyria might not die out!" said King Eddard, before continuing with a softer voice he said, "Look my friend. You can give up now and kill yourself. I swear to you that your daughter will have a home here. But the way I see it, just for that little girl, the little girl that you took all the burns and cuts for, you have a life worth living. Please get some more rest and please think on what I said my friend."

Jaehaerys stood with his shoulders firmly back, hair combed and tied back in perfection, and wearing formal clothing. He was walking Shraey towards the ancient weirwood tree in Winterfell's Godswood, before stepping away. Shraey was looking simply perfect, the Valyrian silver hair shining in the sunlight contrasting with a light red and gold flowing dress. To combat the cold and for tradition she was also wearing a heavy cloak of gold and red with a dragon symbol, the sigil of the Valyrian Freehold, woven into it. Her beautiful red and gold dress was paired jewelry made from the gems he brought from Valyria and juxtaposed beautifully with a light dusting of snow which covered Winterfell. The hot spring pools near the Weirwood tree was sending steam into the air making the area look even more beautiful.

Crown Prince Jameson Stark, second of his name, was already there waiting for her. The crown of the Crowned Prince atop his head, with a man in the background holding the greatsword Titan's Bite. His dark, nearly black, brown hair was pulled back into a small bun, his jawline accented by a light beard. The Prince was a handsome man, with the typical Stark looks, his piercing storm grey eyes only looking at Shraey. He was dressed in a fine black leather doublet with white stitching of direwolves. He was clearly dressed in expensive clothes, however, it was not overly extravagant.

Jaehaerys couldn't help but think about the past decade and how much had happened.

Jaehaerys after hearing his friends words, decided to not give upon his life. He began by buying out an entire street of Wintercity with his 100 chestful of gold and gems. It ran from the rich inner circle near Winterfell, all the way to the very outer circle where the poorest dwelled. This street was then gifted to the Valyrians that had escaped the Doom with them. The gifted and skilled were brought closer to Winterfell, ranging from Valyrian smiths who could rework Valyrian steel and knew how to craft gorgeous pieces of jewelry, armor, and weapons and normal farmers. He named this zone, Little Valyria, and the main street which ran down the zone, Shraey's Street.

Titan's Bite, the ancestral blade of House Belaerys, was reforged with the Children of the Forest overlaying their magical enchantments to make the durable and light material even superior.

King Eddard would keep his oath and provided Shraey with the best education money could buy. Shraey and Jameson grew up together. They would run and explore the secrets of Winterfell, swim in the hot springs of Winterfell, and read about great adventures from the Great Library and much more, together. Shraey would receive a Northern education, which would allow her to practice martial skills as well as the scholarly.

The two would do everything with each other. Their first words were of the other. Jameson had said Ray and Shraey had said Jam. However, their close relationship did not mean that there were no conflicts. They were fiercely competitive and would constantly try to outdo the others. When Jameson began to accel in swordplay, Shraey became furious and devoted all of her time in archery and began to easily overtaking Jameson. There were a thousand competitions to see who was the better rider, runner, smarter, more athletic. These competitions allowed the pair to reach their great potential.

At the age of 14, Jaehaerys and Eddard after a short meeting, announced the betrothal between the pair. The two had begun to develop feelings for each other and were very happy with this announcement. The North was shocked, as this was the first time in 2000 years a Stark married out of the North, the last being the Princess Alya Dayne.

In return for Shraey's marriage, the dowry would be all of the items rescued from Valyria. This way, the Belaerys would live on through the Starks. The vast wealth brought with House Belaerys was mixed with the legendary Stark's wealth. Knowing that it wouldn't be safe, keeping all of their gold with the Iron Bank, King Eddard decided to put only half their wealth with the Iron Bank, with the other half being put into their newly made vault. Vast amount of Valyrian Steel and Wintersteel was used to make the giant vault doors, with the walls being four layers of very thick granite, reinforced with Valyrian and Children of the Forest magic. The vault was to be impossible to break into, as they had many guards and had personally designed the lock. The vault was deep underground with a single access point by the Throne room. There were 6 shifts of 50 guards, constantly guarding the entrance and stairs. After a 10 minute decent, they would reach the vault. The vault was locked with a physical key, held by the King and another copy hidden in the King's solar, and a blood enchantment to requiring the fresh blood of the main Starks line. The vast amount of gold, precious metal, gems, and amazing weapons were held there.

Shraey learned Valyrian magic from her father. Like all Belaerys before her, she was very gifted in the art of magic, understanding and grasping it quickly. It was basic fire magic, warding, and powerful dragon dreams. Jameson also showed great potential in the warging, ice magic, and even some green dreams. This of course this led to another argument between them.

Jaehaerys snapped out of his musing and watched as a Child of the Forest said to them "Who comes before the Old Gods?"

"I, Shraey of House Belaerys."

"And I, Jameson of House Stark."

"And who gives Shraey of House Belaerys?"

"I, Jaehaerys of House Belaerys, gives her to Jameson Stark in front of the Old Gods."

"Who seeks Shraey of House Belaerys?"

"I do. I come to seek Shraey of House Belaerys in front of the Old Gods." said Jameson.

"Do you, Shraey of House Belaerys, take this man as your lawful husband?"

"I do."

"Do you, Jameson of House Stark, take this woman as your lawful wife?"

"I do."

"Then take off her cloak and replace it with yours. Understand, this symbolizes your commitment and are putting her under your protection. There is no annulment of marriage in the eyes of the Old Gods. This is your last chance to stop."

Jameson stepped forward as Shraey turned around. He reached around and gently took off her red cloak. He passed the cloak to Jaehaerys and then turned to his father, who handed him a new white cloak. This one was white and grey, with the direwolf of House Stark embroidered on it. He took it from his father, then tied it firmly but carefully around her shoulders. As soon as he stepped back, a gust of wind blew through the entire party and all the guest could feel a presence watching them or more specifically the newly married pair. Soon as if satisfied, the presence left.

Sensing the presence leaving, the Highseer said "I now pronounce you, husband and wife."

The real wedding party began with the roar from Magnar Umber as he yelled his approvals, backed up by the Giantsbane, and Dustins.

It has been 11 years since that day and King Jameson Stark stood proudly looking down at his children. The classic look of the Starks and the Valyrians merged with them. They had dark brown hair, but each with a streak of silver running down the left side of the face. The classic long Stark face, was slightly shortened. It was still considered to be long, but it wasn't too long as it used to be with most Starks. Their cheekbones become more defined. Both House Stark and House Belaerys had strong jaws, so that remained. The Stark nose, became slightly sharper and more aristocratic, and their shoulders remained broad, but their build slimed down a little making them more lean. Their eyes, however, was the strangest part. For all five of the children, they had the one eye being grey and the other royal purple. When his first child was born he assumed that it was just a rare case, but then his second son had the same eyes, followed by his daughter as well. By his second daughter he was barely surprised and with his last born son, it was expected. The Valyrian perfect immaculate beauty and the Stark's commoner beauty merged, finding a halfway point. Where nobody could call a Stark as ugly anymore, but they were not the perfect otherworldly beauty of the Valyrians. They were approachable when the smiled, regal when they were serious, and godly when angry.

His thoughts were interrupted when his beautiful wife came straight at him and half asked and half demanded, "Why didn't you tell me about these ice dragons!?"

"Because Raey, they are a myth."

"Yet, people have repeated said that they have seen one! People from the North, Braavos, and even and Lorath!"

"But no one has distinct proof. No one has ever brought one back or have any proof of their existence. No bones, no teeth, or anything at all."

"It doesn't matter! If the Valyrians were able to get amazingly powerful through the dragons, imagine what a bigger stronger one could do for us!"

"Raey, they are a myth. A commoner tale made up to entertain themselves. Besides, even if they are real, who says we could control them?"

"Please, my ancestors were famous for taming dragons and your family has a gifted ability to control animals. I have read most of the books on dragon taming in the Great Library and the Stark personal library. I think we will be fine."

"True, but they might be immune to us trying to warg into them."

"Would it hurt to try?"

"If it turns out to be true and kills us, yes."

"Don't you need to visit Braavos anyway. Why not pass through the Shivering Sea, just in case? When we sail back, we can sail between Lightwatch to Braavos. It won't even get in your way. You have to talk to the High Magnar of the Wall and the Night's Watch to make sure they have enough men anyway. So why not kill three birds with one stone. You get to do what you need to in both the Wall and Braavos and you get to sate my curiosity. I promise you, I will make it up to you." said Queen Shraey with a smirk at the end.

"Fine, but our kids are coming with us," said King Jameson and in a small whisper continued "And you will be making it up to me, a lot."

King Jameson looked at the horizon, where Braavos was coming into view. The Titan of Braavos, was jointly built by House Stark and the Sealord of Braavos. It designs were based on the Great Statues of the Northern Cannal.

He then turned to his wife and said "Told you so. We met no ice dragons."

Queen Shraey turned to him and glared "You never know. We have the trip back as well."

"True, but-"

Queen Shraey cut him off and said "Don't finish that sentence, unless you want to sleep on the floor tonight."

King Jameson held his hands up in surrender with a smile and said "Fine. I won't."

They looked at Braavos in a comfortable silence, till they reached the harbor. King Jameson then moved to step off the boat.

After helping his wife and children off the boat said "Let us go to the Iron Bank. I want the managers to get to know our children as well."

King Jameson, Queen Shraey and their kids, made their way to the impressive headquarters of the Iron Bank with their guards following closely behind them. They entered the building and headed to a teller.

The teller was reading his book not looking at him, asked "What is the purpose of your visit?"

"To meet with the bank managers."

"They are very busy."

"I have an appointment."

"I am sure you do."

"Yes and if you look up, you will see that what I say is indeed true."

The teller finally looked up at King Jameson.

At first the man didn't recognize him, then his eyes widened. "King… King Jameson Stark?"

"The very same. This is my wife, Queen Shraey Stark nee Belaerys and these are my children. Brandon, Raero, Sansa, Jaehaerys, and Mira. Now can you lead us to the Bank Manager's office?"

"Of course my… I mean, your grace. Right away." said the teller, hurrying to lead them towards the Bank Manager's Office. "Your grace, I am terribly sorry. I meant no disrespect. I was being childish and stupid, please forgive me."

"Don't worry…"

"Qohar, your grace."

"Don't worry Qohar, people make mistakes. Just don't make the same mistake again, men of similar ranking as me are not known to be lenient."

"Of course your grace, of course. Well, here is the Bank Manager's office, I do believe they are expecting you."

"Thank you Qohar and I hope you take my advice seriously."

"I will, your grace."

King Jameson confidently knocked on the door before walking in. The room was impressive, being tall enough to house a giant. There was large Myrish glass windows looking outwards with a view of the Titan and the bustling Harbor. Unlike other businesses, the Iron Bank was not run by one person solely. It was upheld by five people and instead of having separate offices, they had one large impressive room. When they saw King Jameson walk in they all stood up.

"King Jameson, nice to see you again. These must be your family members! You are as beautiful as ever, Queen Shraey. And of course your children, the first ones to break the classic Stark look in a century. I must say your grace, you seemed to have raised them well." said the lead bank manager, while looking at the children. "When we received your message requesting for this meeting, we were all pondering why?"

"When the Starks first help the founding of the Iron Bank, King Benjen Stark said that you may use our currency and loans in return that the Iron Bank give special bonus to House Stark."

"And we have been doing that for centuries."

"That was not why I am here. There was something else. You also swore that once you had a high enough reputation, you would open a branch in Wintercity. You have become the strongest and most popular bank in the known world. I ask you hold your end of the bargain. I know that the Lannisters, Arryns, and the Gardeners have approached you for the same thing."

"Ah very well. Please sit down and we can iron out the details right now. Although, perhaps your children and Queen Shraey would like to see Braavos instead?"

"Thank you Bank Manager Griphook." said King Jameson, before turning to his family members "Everybody but Brandon can leave and see the city if you want. Brandon, the Iron Bank is a very important ally of House Stark. I need you to remain, watch, and learn."