A bit of a time jump for this one, but you'll see why in the chapter.

I will admit, the best thing about these sorts of things is going back and re-watching the times that these episodes are set in. Anything that gives me an excuse to re-watch happier times I'm all for!

As always, I own nothing other than Durran. Everything else belongs to George Martin and/or HBO.

Dragonstone could really be beautiful sometimes. The months Durran had spent on the island had been frustrating for the most part. He still had no idea of why he was truly there, all his correspondences with his family seemed to have been ignored, and all he did every day was train. Stannis was almost non-existent, and the only people Durran saw often enough were Stefan, Ser Arys and Dany.

It was Dany he was with now, as they looked out over the sunset from the steps of Dragonstone, content in being with one another. The good thing about being away from King's Landing is that neither of them felt any guilt whatsoever about being together. It seemed, in fact, that Stannis was almost silently encouraging it. His hand rested atop hers as they watched the orange sky.

"What did you do today?" Dany asked.

"I managed to beat Ser Arys." Durran grinned proudly. He had been in an extensive training routine, learning how to use all kinds of weapons and he had finally beaten the anointed knight with a two-handed blade after months of trying.

"With the greatsword?" Dany asked, amazed. Durran just nodded. "That's wonderful!"

Durran tried to hide his light blush. "What about you? What are you doing, hidden away at the Painted Table?" He asked.

"Learning." Dany told him. "Varys was wise bless him, but I'm learning about every house, every Lord and Lady, everything in Westeros."

"Wow." Durran said, surprised. "That's a lot of knowledge."

"Lord Stannis believes it will be useful someday." Dany shrugged. "I don't know why he won't see you though."

Durran looked down, annoyed. "I'm his squire, but I do nothing." He sighed. "Nothing but train constantly."

Dany smiled, and hugged him gently. "I'm sure there's a reason." She whispered, melting into his grip. He had gotten taller in the last few months, and now stood at over six foot, built like a man double his age with all of this training. He towered over her womanly frame.

He lifted her head up and bent down to kiss her. They had never gotten any further, but every so often they would sneak down to watch the sunsets in private and make out for a while. Usually they weren't interrupted. Today however, was different.

As Durran melted further into the kiss, the bells of Dragonstone began to ring out. Confused, the pair looked up to the castle and saw the large torches being lit in the Chamber of the Painted Table. Confused, Dany noticed a figure running towards them.

"Durran." She breathed. Durran looked over at the figure, and noticed it was Matthos Seaworth, Stannis' other squire.

"Matthos? What's going on?" Durran asked.

"Lord Stannis requests your presence in the Chamber." Matthos said raspily, catching his breath. "Yours too, Lady Daenerys. He says it's urgent."

"What's happened?" Durran demanded.

"It's your Father, the King." Matthos said sadly. "He's passed."

Durran felt so many emotions at once at the news. Rage, hurt, concern for his siblings, and confusion most of all. After taking in the news and holding back his tears, he stormed back up to the castle, leaving Dany and Matthos to run after him. He arrived at the doors of the Chamber of the Painted Table and shoved them open dramatically. Stannis was having a heated debate in the corner with a woman dressed in red, and Ser Arys was sat with Davos and Maester Cressen at the Painted Table.

"What's going on?" Durran demanded to know.

"Leave us." Stannis said to the red woman.

"Hear my words, Lord Stannis." She said, before walking away, stopping before Durran to look deeply into his eyes before departing the room. Matthos shut the door behind her, and locked it.

"Will someone answer me?" Durran exclaimed.

"King Robert is dead." Stannis said sharply. "Gored by a boar on a hunt."

Durran's legs almost gave way, before he composed himself in front of his uncle and took his place by the table, leaning on it for support. "The letter?"

Cressen handed him the letter documenting the report. "You've been summoned to King's Landing to swear fealty to Joffrey, My Prince."

"Don't lie to him, Cressen." Stannis said.

"I was merely delaying…" Cressen began, before Durran interrupted.

"How is that a lie? I'd expect Joffrey to act so childishly. I'll go and…"

"You will not." Stannis said. "You don't know everything."

"Then tell me!" Durran shouted. Stannis sat down by Dorne on the map, and Durran continued. "I've been here for months and know nothing other than we've been planning for war. I've trained, and trained, and obeyed every one of your requests and hardly questioned you. Now my Father is dead, and I can't go and say farewell to him? Tell me what the fuck is going on Uncle. Now." Durran demanded, not thinking rationally.

"Durran…" Dany said calmly.

"It's ok, Lady Daenerys." Stannis nodded. "Take a seat Durran. I'll tell you everything."

Silence filled the room, as Durran took a chair and sat by King's Landing. "From the beginning. Why are we on Dragonstone?"

"Because nobody would expect us to come here, its strategic value is second to none and we are close to King's Landing. We need Dragonstone as a base, as well as a symbol, when you take the throne." Stannis explained. Durran was shocked.

"I take the throne? I'm the younger." Durran said, shaking his head. "I can't take the throne before Joffrey."

"Joffrey is false." Stannis said. "Jon Arryn and myself discovered so."

"You're not making sense." Dany said from behind Durran.

Stannis sighed. "Your Mother, Cersei Lannister, has committed the highest form of treason. Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen are not King Robert's seed, but the Kingslayer's."

Durran looked incredulously at his Uncle, before he burst into laughter. He stopped once nobody else joined in. "What? That's ridiculous." He said. "They just don't look like me or Father. Plus, Joffrey is my twin, it's impossible…"

"It isn't." Maester Cressen piped up.

"What?" Durran whispered, not wanting it to be true.

"There are some cases in which twins have not had the same Father. The last recorded instance was 600 years ago in Dorne. Lord Allyrion's wife acknowledged that she had lain with two men on one night, and each twin had the characteristics of a different man. Then a thousand years ago…"

"He gets the picture." Stannis said. "Jon Arryn and myself found out the truth, but Lord Arryn was murdered before we could prove it. I fled, and Ned Stark continued the search. Your Mother admitted it Durran."

"You're lying." He said quietly. "You have to be."

"Give him the other letter." Stannis ordered Cressen. Cressen handed Durran another letter with the broken seal of the Hand of the King. It read what Stannis had said, that Cersei admitted Durran was the only trueborn son, and the rest were bastards of incest, and urged Stannis to put Durran on the throne. "The rest of the letter from King's Landing also reads that Ned Stark was imprisoned for plotting to take the throne from Joffrey."

"He tried to put me on it didn't he." Durran whispered.

"He did." Stannis nodded.

Durran couldn't breathe, his whole world was crashing around him. He got up and made his way to the balcony to catch his breath. He felt an arm caress his back a few moments later and knew Dany was there.

"Did you know?" He asked. "Your letter…"

"I didn't know." She said softly. "Stannis told me what to write, and said you'd be in danger if I didn't."

"I don't know what to do." Durran said, pained.

"You do your duty." She smiled sweetly. "This is hard, and I cannot imagine what you are feeling. But if this is true then you are the King now, you need to step up."

"I don't know how." He whispered.

"You do." Dany smiled, and leaned up and kissed him. Durran felt warmth fill through him at the gesture. They parted, and he led her by the hand back to the table.

Looking at Ser Arys, he asked. "You knew?"

"I wanted to tell you, Your Grace." Arys said, using the term for the first time. "But it was best you did not know. You would have demanded to go back and tell your Father and he would have killed them all."

Durran nodded his agreement, breathing deeply so he could keep his calm. "You believe it then?"

Arys nodded slowly. "Unless you knew what to look for, they were subtle. But looking back it makes sense…"

"Thank you, Ser Arys." Durran nodded formally. "You would stay on the Kingsguard?"

"I would, if you will have me." Arys stood formally.

"Always Ser." Durran nodded, and Arys fell to one knee. Durran gestured him to rise.

"We must begin to plan. The entire realm needs to know of this monstrous crime." Stannis began.

"Uncle, no." Durran said, confusing everyone. "I can barely get my head around this right now. We can reconvene in the morning."

"Your Grace, if we don't act hastily…"

"I scarcely believe it currently Lord Stannis." Durran sighed, dropping back to his chair and burying his head in his hands. "We can wait a day."

"As you wish, Your Grace." Stannis bowed his head. Durran shuddered at those words.

"Maester, Dany. Stay." Durran said, feeling weird at giving commands to everyone. "The rest, we'll reconvene at noon."

The room slowly emptied, until it was just Durran, Dany and Cressen remaining. Durran sighed, and looked towards the Maester.

"Everything you know about the history of this… happening." He said. "I want to know about it. I need to know every occurrence ever."

Weeks went by as Stannis was busy negotiating between numerous different Lords and Ladies silently to try and get them to pledge their support to Durran. The Stormlands had in their entirety, as had the islands that were normally pledged to Dragonstone. Lord Velaryon had arrived on Dragonstone already, and they were expecting more Lords as the days went on.

News from the mainland was sparse, the last Durran had heard was that Robb Stark had called the banners, and the Northerners were preparing to head into the Riverlands to break a siege of Riverrun led by Durran's Uncle.

Having had time to think and learn from Maester Cressen, Durran had conclude that it had to be true. Joffrey was twisted, warped and everything like the stories he had heard about the Mad King, whereas his other siblings were the complete opposite. The old saying about the coin seemed to fit in for any child born of incest, not just Targaryen's. Thankfully he had Dany to help him through, and his mind had become set on freeing his younger siblings from his Mother.

His thoughts were put to one side as a ship was coming in to the harbour. It bore the Golden Rose of House Tyrell, and Durran was relieved to see it. He waited with Stannis as it docked, and off stepped Renly Baratheon, along with Ser Loras Tyrell.

"Brother!" Renly exclaimed, giving Stannis a hug which was barely reciprocated. "Nephew!"

"He's your King, Renly. Treat him as such." Stannis warned.

"Of course, I apologise. Your Grace." Renly grinned, getting to one knee in front of Durran.

"Uncle, so glad you could join us. How were your travels?" Durran asked. Since Renly had never received lands of his own he had made a point of travelling regularly, spending a lot of time in the Reach.

"Enlightening." Renly grinned. "Of course, once Lord Stannis' summons and request came I did my duty."

"And?" Stannis asked. Loras stepped forward, and knelt in front of Durran.

"Highgarden and the Reach is yours, Your Grace." Loras said, and Durran visibly breathed out in relief.

"What terms?" Stannis asked.

"They've mostly been met, Lord Stannis." Loras said. "My Father was disappointed that the King was unable to wed my sister, but the promise of a matrilineal marriage with Lord Renly here, as well as the offer of Lady Shireen for myself when she reaches an age persuaded him."

"She won't marry until she is 16." Stannis said sternly.

"As you command, My Lord." Loras bowed his head politely.

"We should move this through to the castle, Uncle." Durran said to Stannis, who nodded.

"Come, let us talk properly at the Table." Stannis said.

They made their way swiftly up, and the council gathered by the table. Durran stood by King's Landing, but Stannis led the meeting.

"We now have the might of the Stormlands and the Reach standing with us. 100,000 men." Stannis began.

"Enough to take King's Landing." Renly grinned.

"Exactly. It's a start, but I'd prefer more Kingdoms." Stannis admitted.

"You'd prefer, I thought our nephew here was our King." Renly asked, eyebrow raised. Durran butted in at that point.

"I may be King, but Lord Stannis will be my regent until I reach 16 next year." He told them all.

"Wise choice." Renly admitted.

"Which means that you will be acting Lord of the Stormlands until Stefan comes of age." Stannis said.

"I'll do you proud Brother." Renly nodded.

"What news of Robb?" Durran asked.

"Stark?" Renly asked. Durran nodded. "Well, lots actually. He somehow managed to outwit Tywin Lannister."

"What?" Stannis asked, surprised.

"I thought the same." Renly admitted. "It seems he split his forces, and sent a small host of 2,000 to meet Tywin's forces at the same time 20,000 men hit the siege of Riverrun, he's united the Riverlords and gained all of their forces too."

Durran was impressed. "40,000 men in the North." He said, moving the Wolf piece to Riverrun. "What of the Kingslayer?"

"Captured. His forces slaughtered." Loras told them. Small murmurs of cheering swept the room as Loras took the Lion piece by Riverrun and knocked it off the table.

"We should move as soon as we can." Stannis said to Durran.

"Yes, why have you kept in the dark all this time?" Renly asked. Durran sighed, and looked at his youngest Uncle.

"Myrcella and Tommen." He answered. "They're innocents in all this, I refuse to bring them into disrepute because of my Mother's treason."

Renly had a wry smile at that. "So, you need a reason to go to war with Joffrey, that isn't the fact he's a bastard."

"Yes." Stannis said unhappily, still unconvinced at Durran's reasoning.

"Well then." Renly stated. "I may have the solution to that. We can claim tyranny is our cause. Ned Stark has been executed by the delightful King Joffrey after being promised the Black."

301 AC

A week later, and ravens had been sent out to all of the loyal Lords to call their banners. Renly would take charge of the Reach forces, who had been ordered to gather at Bitterbridge while the Stormlords, minus the Dornish Marches who had been tasked with protecting the Southern border, were gathering at Bronzegate on the Kingsroad.

Durran was packing a few of his things when a knock at the door came. Opening it, Durran was surprised to see Stannis there, arms behind his back.

"Uncle, what can I do for you?" Durran asked. Stannis brought his hands to his front, to reveal a two handed greatsword in a fine black sheathe with gold detailing.

"Ser Arys informed me weeks ago how you seemed to be favouring this sort of weapon in training." Stannis began. "So, I had this made for you. It's a nameday present, but I want you to have it now before we leave."

Durran took the sword and unsheathed it. The handle was black, with the pommel being the only form of decoration, being in the shape of a stag's head. Simple, as was Stannis' style. The blade was thick, yet light enough, and Durran could see it was top condition castle forged steel. "Thank you, Uncle. It's beautiful."

"Use it well, and use it wisely." Stannis instructed. "I've taught you everything, I've trained you to be the best King you can be. It's up to you now."

"I'll do my best." Durran promised.

Stannis almost let a smile out. "You remind me so much of Robert when he was younger, but you're smarter, you actually think. He was a good man and a good warrior, but not a good King. Do you know why?" Durran shook his head, he thought he knew why but he knew never to be wrong to Stannis if he wasn't sure. "He got lost in his memories. Lyanna Stark killed Robert as much as Rhaegar Targaryen killed her. He wasn't wise enough to bring himself into the present and rule."

"I'm not my Father, may the Seven preserve his soul." Durran stated strongly.

"And I'm glad. I loved my Brother, but you can be great." Stannis admitted. "I think that's partly down to the Targaryen girl."

Durran grinned. "Perhaps."

"She's a credit to you, never forget that." Stannis told him. "She has a good name, a good mind and is kind. Those traits can go a long way. That's why I told Renly to outright refuse a match with the Tyrell girl."

"I was surprised at that." Durran admitted.

"Margaery Tyrell would be a good Queen, she plays the game well." Stannis admitted. "But the Targaryen, that girl I saved in this very castle, she is the key to lasting peace. Her brother is still out there, somewhere, building an army. That's why you shall marry her tonight."

Durran was gobsmacked. "You're letting me marry her?"

"I don't hold the same grudge your Father did." Stannis told him. "Tying her to you will mean most of the Houses with Targaryen restoration ideas get their wish, while still remaining loyal to us. When he comes, he shall be met with his own sister opposing him."

Durran's grin was threatening to make his face ache. "Thank you, Uncle."

Stannis nodded. "Prepare yourself." He said, before standing and leaving the room, leaving Durran to lie back on his bed and burst into happy laughter.

They decided to host the coronation and the wedding on the same night. Durran had knelt in the Castle Sept before the Septon of Dragonstone, said his vows to the Kingdoms and risen again with a golden crown reminiscent of his Father's, and was now stood waiting for Daenerys to enter the room. The Septon said his prayers and recited the necessary readings from the Seven Pointed Star, and finally, the doors opened and in came Daenerys, led by Stannis Baratheon.

Durran held his breath, as she looked absolutely beautiful, her hair done up stylishly, her white gown covered with exquisite details showing faint outlines of both of their houses and her black Targaryen sigil cloak fell to her ankles. Dany also wore a sleek crown, marking the fact she was about to become Queen. She was led down the aisle between all the guests, and finally she was next to him. Stannis nodded briskly at Durran and took his place beside his son.

"You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection." The Septon stated loudly. Durran stepped behind Dany, and gently untied the Targaryen cloak from her shoulders. He handed it to Stefan, who in turn handed him a bright gold Baratheon cloak.

Stepping behind Dany again, he leant down and whispered in her ear. "Are you sure? You can refuse…"

"Cloak me now." Dany whispered back sternly. Durran chuckled lightly, as he draped the Baratheon cloak around her shoulders. Taking his place in front of Dany again, he nodded to the Septon to continue while letting Dany rest her hand on top of his own.

"My Lords, My Ladies. We stand here in the sight of Gods and men to witness the union of man and wife." The Septon continued, beginning to tie a golden ribbon around their hands. "Let it be known that Daenerys of House Targaryen, and Durran of House Baratheon are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder. In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity." Durran grinned at Dany as the ribbon was removed from their hands, and he grasped Dany's hand tightly. "Look upon each other, and say the words."

Durran looked down at Dany, and grinned. "Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am hers, and she is mine. From this day, until the end of my days." He said, smiling down at her as she said her own vows. Once they had finished, Durran couldn't tear his eyes from her own as he stated loudly. "With this kiss, I pledge my undying love." Before he leant down and softly captured her lips with his own.

The crowd gathered applauded, and Durran stepped back, holding her hand in the air as he led her back out of the Sept towards the Throne Room, where the feast was to be held.

The feast was enjoyable. Durran couldn't remember the last time he had laughed so much and felt so happy. He stuck to the water, and laughed at Daenerys experiencing her first true taste of wine. Gifts were being handed out throughout the night. Mace Tyrell had offered a fine destrier that had been sent to Storm's End. Renly had given Daenerys a fine Lyseni necklace that held a portrait of Durran inside. Stannis had gifted them the Lives of Four Kings, a book about Daeron I, Baelor I, Aegon IV and Daeron II. It was a gift sent from Varys that shocked them all however.

It had been sent anonymously, and couldn't be opened by any of the guards tasked to search it. Stannis himself received a letter from Varys that allayed his suspicions, and it was placed in front of Daenerys by Stannis.

"He says you'd know what to do." Stannis told her. Dany's eyes widened in recognition as she tasked her handmaiden to fetch something for her room. She came back with an intricate key, which Dany used to unlock the chest.

Inside were three beautiful Dragon eggs. One was a rich green colour, one a creamy gold and the other a dark crimson.

"Seven Hells." Durran whispered, as he looked at the three.

"What are they?" Dany asked.

"Dragon Eggs, Your Grace." Stannis said, shocked as well. "Petrified I'm guessing, but still worth a large fortune each."

Dany had been lost on the word Dragon. She picked up the green one and held it delicately in her hands.

"Marvellous." Durran whispered.

"Why would Varys gift such a thing?" Dany asked.

"I'd say it's a sign of his loyalty." Durran answered.

"He's loyal to no man, remember that." Stannis reminded Durran.

"Clearly." Durran agreed, staring on in wonder as Dany placed the egg back in the chest. "Have them moved to my chambers." He asked the Handmaiden, knowing Dany would want them close to her that night.

The rest of the night went swimmingly, although Durran could tell his bride was a bit distracted. Eventually, it was time for the bedding however. Renly was the one to call for it, and soon Durran found himself being hoisted into the air by a number of women, all laughing and making jokes while ripping his clothes off. He was laughing by the time he was placed in his chambers with an equally naked Daenerys, who seemed quite shy.

He stood over her, looking deeply into her eyes. "You're beautiful." He whispered to her. That relaxed her a bit, as she leant up on her tiptoes to kiss him. He kissed her back gently, before they fell deeper into the kiss. Dany jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist without breaking lip contact, and Durran carried her over to the bed, placing her there gently before climbing next to her and claiming her for the very first time.

"You've perfected the art of tearing up papers." Tyrion noted. The Small Council of King's Landing had just received Robb Stark's terms, declaring the North to be independent, and Cersei had torn it up. "Give him his Father's bones back at least, as a gesture of good faith."

Cersei ignored Tyrion's remark. "You'll give the Starks our reply, cousin?" She asked Alton Lannister.

"I will, Your Grace." He responded.

"Did you see my Brother when you were the Starks guest?" She asked. Tyrion rolled his eyes, knowing why she was concerned about Jaime.

"I did. They have not broken his spirit, Your Grace." Alton replied.

"If you speak with him, tell him he's not been forgotten." Cersei said.

"I will, Your Grace." Alton replied.

"Safe travels, cousin." Tyrion added. Alton left the room with two Gold Cloaks, and Tyrion turned to Cersei. "You have a deft hand with diplomacy." He jested.

"If that's everything." Cersei said quickly.

"A raven flew in this morning, from Castle Black." Pycelle said. "And a raven from Dragonstone. Bearing Stannis Baratheon's sigil."

"Dragonstone?" Tyrion asked. "What in Seven Hells is he doing there."

"Give me that." Cersei said, snatching the letter. She broke the seal and read its words, her eyes brimming with tears. "All of you, out." Pycelle left the letter from the Wall behind, and everyone went to leave. Tyrion got up too before she said. "Not you."

"What is it?" Tyrion asked, concerned.

"Durran knows." She whispered, a tear sliding from her face. "He knows about Jaime and I."

"Stannis." Tyrion deciphered.

"He's told me he won't tell anybody, but he can't leave Joffrey on a throne that isn't his." Cersei says, handing over the letter to Tyrion.

He read it over. "Declaring war on grounds of tyranny instead. Brave move."

"What do we do?" She asked. "My two boys, my babies at war."

"There's more." Tyrion saw. "He's married Daenerys Targaryen."

"What?" Cersei asked, snatching the letter back. Reading the section she threw it to the table, holding her head in her hands. "I can deal with Robb Stark, he's an enemy his family always has been. But one of my own?"

"Durran won't hurt you, he won't hurt anybody in the family." Tyrion tried to soothe. "You'll be safe."

"He'll despise me." Cersei snapped. "Get out."

"Cersei."

"OUT!" She screamed. Tyrion obliged, giving his sister one last look, and he vowed to form a plan to bring Durran back into the fold.

There we have it. Durran is crowned King, and he has a Queen to go with it! I hope you enjoyed the chapter. The wedding scene is the full ceremony taken from the wiki page.

I had to give her the eggs too, they were a wedding present, so it made sense to give them to her here.

Renly not being given lands is purely because I couldn't find a suitable castle to give him, but it will come into play a bit later on I promise.

Now we have entered Season 2 in terms of the timeline as you can tell from the insight into King's Landing. The gathering of alliances and messages to and from Dragonstone would take some time and it seems like the natural point to change the year. I thought I'd add Cersei's reaction too, showing you all her more vulnerable side as she realises her two eldest will be at war.

Basically, Arys was drugged and captured until he could hear Stannis out, and from then on became Durran's tutor and protector, agreeing that when the time came he would support the Baratheon.

As always, thank you to everybody that has reviewed the story so far, please leave another one for this chapter too!

Next chapter: A family reunion takes place.

Reviews:

riley1506106: People in Westeros mature a lot earlier than in the real world, so I'm going to state that the age of maturity in Westeros is 16.

North: Stannis knew that Robert was likely to die at some point at the hands of the Lannisters. In order to save the rightful heir, he knew Dany had to come with him. He treats her better than Robert did though as he promised her mother. She's still unable to leave, but she's in the castle she was born in with Durran, I don't think she'd want to. As for the Martell's, they'll come into play later on.

Bobby B: Melisandre is present, but not as much of an influence on Stannis as she'd like.

JaceMaddox: Thank you!

Many Faced Mage: Not Stefan as he's only 12, but Renly yes. Mace wants a King I know, but in this Renly isn't a Lord of his own castle, so learnt the powers of persuasion a bit more and convinced Mace. I'd love to have saved Ned, but so much of the plot stems from his death more often than not it's impossible to save him.

jgs237: Shireen and Davos Baratheon are still at Storm's End, so will appear next chapter. Arianne isn't in the show so won't be in this.

Asphaleia-I: In her eyes Sansa is responsible for Mycah's death and the fact she had to chase Nymeria away, so it works both ways. Tywin is an interesting one. I thought hard about what he would do in this situation but he doesn't believe the rumours, and Joffrey is the elder. As for Robb and Talisa, that will be dealt with soon enough.

Mel: Your wish is my command!

zpvasgl2704: For Durran, not Dany. He's of the opinion that the Targaryen's lost the throne.

viewing civilian: I'm interested to know what your initial thoughts were if you're enjoying it more! All I can say is I'm glad and I hope it remains good in your opinion.

Guest (DDJ): I'm not sure how to work Jon into it yet. He's at the Wall and will remain there for the foreseeable future.