FYI - If you re-read the last chapter, Sansa did not stay quiet, she was kept captive. Robb sent a letter to the Vale to help reclaim Winterfell and save Sansa. They fought together.

Jon could still ride a dragon, GRRM said you do not need to be a Targaryen to be a dragon rider. There has to be a bond with a dragon. Valyrian blood is not a guarantee they will be able to bond with a dragon. For example, Ulf rode Silverwing.

I chose the name Balerion instead of Drogon, because I despise the character Drogo, sorry I do. I hate Drogon's name too. So I changed it. I went with Balerion, my favorite dragon after Sunfyre, and since 'Drogon' is believed to be his reincarnated.

Chapter 2

Daenerys sat on her throne, though she wore no crown, she radiated the power of a ruler. She stared at her supporters, Olenna had already returned to High Garden, Dorne's sand snakes stood before her. The queen of thorns and the silver lady had already spoken in great depth of her impending departure to the north to seek out allies. Olenna had smiled faintly, her words remained with the Targaryen had the elderly Tyrell had spoken, "Be a dragon." And a dragon she would be. She had received a raven from Jon Stark a few days ago, inviting her north, and she had sent her reply.

"I have summoned you here to share news with you," Daenerys began; the sand snakes regarded her curiously. "I will be traveling north to meet with Jon and Robb Stark."

Obara sneered, Tyene arched a fine pale, gold brow and Nymeria spoke diplomatically and politely as always. "And what has made you want to look north, my queen?"

Dany's hands were laced and folded in her lap, she was a Targaryen, and she remained indifferent to their demanding, suspicious stares. Viper eyes, their fathers eyes mirrored perfectly in all three pairs that stared up at her with no deference.

Dany leaned back in her Dragonstone throne, her lilac expression gave little away. "I've deliberated for a long time over whether to confide in you three or not, but in the end it makes no difference. I am seeking to ally myself with the self-proclaimed kings in the north." She spoke with a slight revulsion of their given titles.

"You wish to ally yourself with northerners?" Obara spat with a vicious glare.

"You see, I do not care if you agree or not." Dany informed them with frigid fire banked in her stare. "I have already sent a raven to Prince Doran, I'm sure he will readily agree we need all the allies we can get. I have already spoken with Olenna Tyrell, she has given her approval. What I do care about is the threat you pose to myself and my kingdom in regards to your inability to follow instructions from your superiors. While Prince Doran and Princess Arianne are absent, you obey me. I will not tolerate disobedience, am I clear?"

"We've heard the tales of the madness that runs thick in the veins of Targaryens, I wonder if it flows in you, Queen Daenerys?" Tyene spoke icily. "The stories men spew of your conquests of cities, how you bathed them in fire and blood, it would seem to suggest you share your father's madness."

A small smile twists onto Dany's lips, it was cruel and unforgiving. "That's fair, but it is also fair to point out you share your father's blood. He was said to be bold, dangerous and unpredictable." She began as her smile fell away, "Rash, impulsive, bloodthirsty, and unable to move on from the death of his sister, and look where it got him, dead." The three sand snakes bristled immediately. "I am leaving for Winterfell, if I learn in my absence you have gone behind my back and done anything to ruin my chances of reclaiming my family's throne, you will learn the true meaning of fire and blood, even if it costs me my alliance with Dorne." She stood, her eyes settled over each one of them. "You are dismissed."

Nymeria bowed and retreated, but the look in her serpent eyes was enough to tell Dany she'd struck a hard chord. One the sand snakes would not easily forget or forgive. Dany sat down, sighed, would ruling always be this difficult? Tyrion who had stood silent while scene before him unfolded came to stand beside her, he offered her a comforting smile.

"You did your best to be kind," He tried to console.

"Did I?" Dany spoke dryly. "It seems nothing I say reaches them."

"It will not," Tyrion sighed. "They only seek to avenge their father, anything that jeopardies that they will not tolerate. If you choose to seek an alliance with the north they know it lessens the impact of Dorne in this alliance. They know Olenna and Willas already will not agree to needless bloodshed, neither will their uncle allow unnecessary sacrifice of his men or ours. Princess Arianne is their only true ally."

"And she is a constant thorn in my side," Dany hissed. "She holds influence; she is Prince Doran's heir. But I know what she truly seeks is not simply to rule Dorne, but to be queen."

Tyrion nodded, "She is clever as she is beautiful, but you are cleverer."

Dany looked thoughtful. "I need to be, we may be allies in this war to come, but our alliance remains brittle." She looked at Tyrion, "I hope our journey north will prove to be productive. As much as I despise to admit it, I need their help. Their men are loyal to a fault, they are true Westerosi, if Lady Olenna and Prince Doran prove to be useless I'll need the north to support my claim to the throne."

"I am sure they will require your assistance as well, Daenerys." Tyrion reassured her. "I don't know how, but I am sure they will. If not, you always have your dragons to prove your point."

Dany smirked, "I thought you said bloodshed was not the way to create a successful alliance."

"It's not," Tyrion said. "It's an option though, a last resort of sorts."

Dany laughed, Tyrion smiled. "I hope for their sake it will not come to that."

"I don't believe it will," Tyrion replied. "I find the Stark men to be intelligent as they are noble. They will see reason and join our cause."

"I hope so," Dany stood; her hair was intricately braided to indicate the battles she'd fought and won. It was a tradition she carried from her time with the Dothraki as their Khaleesi. She was dressed in a white coat, black gloves adorned her hands, and her silver, three-headed dragon chain hung from her shoulder to hip. "Shall we take our leave?"

Ser Barristan who had been standing by looked with concern at his queen, "Your grace, are you sure you should be traveling there without an escort? You should not go alone."

Dany smiled kindly, "I won't be alone I'll have Viserion, Rhaegal, and Balerion with me." She spoke matter-of-factly. "What can anyone do to them? They are the quickest method to reach the north, if I travel along the Kingsroad I could easily be spotted and my convoy destroyed. No one will see us flying hidden above the clouds."

Ser Barristan tried again, "It is not your journey north I worry about, my queen. It is once you arrive to Winterfell. How do you know they will not kill you on the spot? Put an arrow through your silver head?"

Daenerys faltered a moment, "I trust Tyrion and he trusts this Jon Stark. I have to believe they are not northerner savages. I will show them I will be fair and good ruler." She came to the lord commander of her queensguard and squeezed his shoulder in solace. "Besides, my children will not be far away. If they dare to lay a hand on me I will burn their castle down to the ground with them in it."

Ser Barristan sighed, "As you say, my queen." He offered her a smile. He had to trust in her. She had proven him wrong on many occasions that she was far more capable then he'd thought. "I have faith in you."

"Thank you," Dany beamed at him. When she did so, he was often reminded she was not just a queen, but a young, beautiful Targaryen who was more like one brother then the other. And he counted his and the realm's blessings for it. "I will leave everything here to you, Missandei and Grey Worm. Keep an eye on those sand snakes, send a raven if anything raises your suspicions and I will return immediately."

"Of course, your grace," Ser Barristan bowed deeply, dressed proudly in the Targaryen emblazoned armour Dany had had fashioned for him as a gift.

"Good, we will be leaving immediately." Dany mentally sent out a call for her glorious children. Tyrion followed her out to the open field outside Dragonstone where Dany's dragons frequented to sleep after feedings; otherwise they were flying the skies or taking up roost in their lairs within Dragonstone's volcanic caves. He was dressed in a thick, fur coat. A large grin plastered onto his face as he saw Dany's dragons emerge in the distance, they were coming to land and greet their mother. It was his first time riding a dragon, a child wish come to life. He could barely contain his glee.

All three dragons landed with a thunderous impact, their leathery wings folding to their sides. They released gentle croons for fearsome beasts as they greeted their mother with soft nudges of their snouts. Balerion hogged the majority of her attention despite her gentle reprimand. Her eyes shone with a purple fire as she turned to Tyrion, "Ready?"

He shared her excitement, "I thought you'd never ask." Dany laughed as she climbed onto Balerion's back, a large thick harness hugged his body around his neck and beneath his wings to hold in place a leather saddle for his rider. It was adorned with large jewels, fashioned specifically for him by Daenerys. It had taken many trial and errors for her men to create one, but they had. The Targaryen queen secured herself into the saddle, Tyrion was quick to apply the leather belt strap around his waist and tighten the thick buckle.

"To the north," Dany whispered with excitement to fly and explore Westeros, and wary of her hosts all the same. Balerion spread his jet black wings, scales gleaming in the sunlight. He shrieked and leapt off the cliff edge, his siblings following closely as they began their journey north.

Jon and Robb stood together on the Winterfell wall overlooking the open moorlands. It was quiet. The north knew well of the brothers' exploits in the battlefield. They were nothing short of legendary, the young wolf and the white wolf riding into battle with enormous direwolves at their heels. They were to be respected and to be feared.

"What do you think?" Robb asked him after a moment, he took a swig of his wineskin, and Jon could already smell the alcohol on his breath.

Jon sighed, he knew battle and seeing his mother, wife, and unborn child slaughtered before his eyes had left his brother in a maddened state. He hid it well, appeared the bold, strong, king who had learned quickly from his mistakes in the eyes of everyone, but Jon and Sansa knew better. They heard his cries at night as nightmares plagued him, he'd awaken in a cold drench, gasping, wide eyed like a crazed man. Grey Wind would console him. Robb had refused milk of the poppy instead seeking solace in his wineskin and its contents.

"What do I think of what?" Jon asked quietly.

"The dragon queen," Robb said simply, he took another swig. Jon had had enough; he grabbed the wineskin from his brother's hand in midair. Robb looked at him stunned at first then furious. "Jon!"

"You need to stop!" Jon glared at him. "Do you think you hid it well? Do you think I don't notice? That Sansa doesn't notice?" Robb returned his glare with one of his own. "You risk endangering us all. You drink all day, I know it, so does our sister, even some of our men, but they'd never breathe a word of it in your presence. How can you even think of going into battle in such a state, you'd be killed immediately!"

"So you think you're a king now you can order me around?" Robb scoffed at him. "I was king first."

Jon frowned at him, "I never asked to be king, and I never wanted it. Not if this is what it costs us. I only did it for you, I only agreed because you asked me too."

Robb averted his gaze and stared off into the distance. "I needed you. They would never have agreed to follow me again after the mistakes I've made. They trusted you, the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch who upheld to his vows to the very end. In their eyes you avenged their fallen sons and fathers. You made peace with the wildlings; you gained the houses trust to join us to reclaim Winterfell."

"I didn't do it alone," Jon murmured his expression softened. "I think Sansa saved us more than anything. You led them into battle when I made the mistake of trying to save Rickon. I should've known Ramsay would never let him live. I was stupid."

"He was our brother," Robb placed a hand on his shoulder. "If I hadn't experienced everything I did with Walder Frey I would have done the same to try and save him. We may have lost Rickon, but we saved our sister, and her monsters are dead."

"Not all of them," Jon looked at Robb.

Robb sighed, "No, not all of them."

"You can't keep doing this," Jon's hands tightened around the wineskin. "I know you've lost a lot, we all have. But drowning yourself in grief isn't going to help us in the war to come. There are still people living who need us, the north, Sansa, and Arya, wherever she is out there. We need to defeat the night's king for them, for our future."

Robb sobered up as a breeze ruffled his Tully hair, "You're right." He murmured more to himself. He held out his hand as Jon hesitated and handed over the wineskin. Robb opened it and poured out its contents over Winterfell's wall and watched the wine paint the snow red. "We stand together."

"The north trusts you again, there doesn't need to be two kings in the north anymore." Jon told him. "You are father's… uncle's rightful heir."

"Don't," Robb said harshly. "Don't call him that, he was your father too. He raised you and loved you as a son. You are a Stark as much as me or Sansa. You deserve to be king in the north."

"I would never take that away from you," Jon said quickly.

Robb smiled slightly, "I know, it's not in your nature. You're too kind for your own good. That's why we are both king. With both mother and father dead you helped be rebuild Winterfell, a task I wouldn't even know how to begin alone if you hadn't agreed to leave the Night's Watch and come home. The north is as much yours as it is mine."

"I'll do my best to help," Jon offered him a barely there smile.

"I know you've already done enough." Robb chuckled quietly. He owed everything to Jon and Sansa, without them the north would have no army. He looked out the moorlands and basked in the peace for a moment. He sighed again. "When does Daenerys Targaryen arrive?"

"Her letter said in a matter of days," Jon murmured as all forms of a smile vanished from his lips.

Robb looked at him curiously, "Traveling along the Kingsroad or sailing to White Harbour would take nearly a month."

"She's coming on dragon back," Jon spoke grimly, as Robb's face hardened instantly.

"She's not shy about showing her power is she," Robb had a black scowl.

"No she's not," Jon sighed warily. "But, she is not bringing her army as a sign of goodwill."

Robb looked unconvinced, "Well see the goodwill of the mad king's daughter soon enough. Who knows if we even make it to face the night's king if this negotiation ends badly?"

Jon looked at him with a solemn expression, "We make sure it doesn't end badly."

"Easier said than done," Robb chuckled.

Jon smiled slightly, "I'm hopeful."

"Naïve is what it sounds like," Robb smirked. "But I trust you."

"Good," Jon said as both brothers looked out at the vast north. "We'll both need it."

A few sunrises later, a scout reported seeing a large creature that appeared to be a bird, a very large bird in the distance. And the moment the single bird split into three did he sound the alarm to Winterfell. Jon, Robb, and Sansa had hurried to the tower, they heard a series of thunderous roars from far away and their blood ran cold for a moment.

The Targaryen queen had arrived with her children.

End of Chapter!

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