Surprise! I've honestly surprised even myself today, I honestly didn't expect to have this much time and yet I've written the longest chapter so far!

The description of Wendwater Castle is based on an image of the creation from the guys at Westeroscraft. It is basically an outer wall with a wall through the centre of it, half for the castle, and half for the town. The location of it however is my own. I've placed it just off of the Kingsroad, thinking that's where a large bridge would likely be.

I don't know how long these daily updates will go on, but long may it continue! Like I said I found myself having more time than I thought I would today, so wrote this in my breaks and after I got home. I hope you all like it.

As always, I own nothing but Durran and the OC's you don't recognise. Everything else belongs to George RR Martin and HBO

Durran woke up to the sound of men working. Putting on his armour and sword, he left his tent to see men digging trenches, cutting down the trees that surrounded Wendwater Castle to build siege weapons, and training. They had crossed the Wendwater Bridge the day before, and had spread themselves evenly around the castle that lay on the Northern bank of the Wendwater River. After looking up at the small fortress that controlled the border between the Stormlands and the Crownlands, Durran made his way to the command tent, where Stannis spent his days. The Baratheon Lord was finalising a letter to be sent to Lord Reynard Wendwater.

"How goes the day Uncle?" Durran asked chirpily.

"Well. We've the castle surrounded. Our ships have blocked the river at the Narrow Sea, the only help they can get now is from Attadale to the east." Stannis told him.

"Shouldn't we stop that, blockade it or something?" Durran asked.

"No need." Stannis said, handing Durran a letter. It had the broken seal of Renly's new sigil on, the Baratheon Stag but House Tyrell colours.

"We have laid siege to Attadale. Wendwater has no more allies." Durran read out. "Perfect."

"Quite, I'm surprised at his efficiency." Stannis admitted.

"He has 60,000 men and Randyll Tarly." Durran laughed. "I'd be surprised if he hadn't been efficient.

"Hmm." Was Stannis' only response. They waited in silence as Stannis finished the letter, before handing it to Matthos. "Make sure this makes its way into the castle. Lord Wendwater must see our demands."

"My Lord." Matthos replied. He left the tent, but immediately after him Stefan came in. The young man being his Father's new squire now Durran was King.

"Your Grace, Father." He said, panting.

"What is it?" Stannis asked.

"Something in the sky." Was all Stefan said before he rushed out. Durran followed his uncle to find the men had all stopped, and were staring up at a beaming red comet.

"What in all Seven Hells…" Durran began. Stannis meanwhile, was more concerned about the lack of work and began shouting at the men to move on.

"Lord Wendwater claims it's an omen of a Lannister victory." Stefan said. "His men have been shouting about it on the battlements."

Durran smirked, and looked towards the small, yet well-fortified castle. "Well then, let's go and remind Lord Wendwater what House my Mother hails from."

Tyrion Lannister was stood on his balcony in the Red Keep watching the sky. The Red Comet burned brightly above, and the entire city below seemed to be staring up at it. Tyrion didn't know what it meant, and that scared him.

He felt a presence beside him, and looked up to see Varys, staring equally as frightened up at the comet. "It's being called many names already." He said.

"I can only imagine." Tyrion said, rolling his eyes.

"Some say it's a sign that Lord Tywin is about to win a great victory." Varys explained. "Some believe that it's King Joffrey's star, to bless the first year of his reign."

"And what a year to bless." Tyrion japed. Varys didn't laugh.

"Some say it's to mark the blood of the King, that he will not see out the war alive." Varys explained. Tyrion looked around nervously.

"Anyone that's caught saying that, lock them in the Black Cells." He commanded.

"Then there's a more terrifying rumour." Varys said.

"More terrifying than my Father becoming even more arrogant?" Tyrion grinned.

"Dragons." Varys told him plainly, and the smirk fell off Tyrion's face.

"They're dead." He stated.

Varys smirked briefly. "The creatures yes."

Tyrion furrowed his brow in thought for a moment. "Find out everything you can on Viserys Targaryen. I want to know what he's doing, who he's meeting and what colour his shit is. Everything."

"I'll task my little birds, but it will take time." Varys told the dwarf.

"Half the time. If he's making moves, we need to know about it." Tyrion ordered. He began to move into his chambers, but Varys stopped him.

"Durran has begun sieging Wendwater Castle." Varys explained. "Lord Reynard asks for aid."

"We can't spare any." Tyrion sighed. "Tell him Lord Tywin is on his way with his army."

"Lie?" Varys asked, eyebrow raised.

Tyrion sighed. "Better the man dies with hope of a rescue, than to give up and hand my nephew his troops without a fight."

Varys nodded, and left Tyrion's chambers. The dwarf looked up in the sky at the comet once more, before sitting at a desk and penning a letter to Lord Tywin.

Not a day had gone by at Harrenhal where Arya hadn't thought about escaping. Tywin Lannister held Harrenhal well though, and it was all she could do to evade discovery. With Robb seemingly unmoving in the West and Durran threatening from the South, Tywin had become stuck, not knowing which way to turn.

"We need to march South and garrison King's Landing." Kevan was saying.

"And risk being caught by Stark?" Lord Crakehall laughed. "The Capital can hold, we destroy Stark quickly, and we can march back to the capital to defeat the usurper."

"Stark is heading Northwards." Lord Marbrand told them all. "The scouts today confirmed it."

"The last time the scouts confirmed anything, Stark lured us into a trap." Tywin scolded. "The Ironborn have done us a favour in the North, but Stark is too far away and the Ironborn too rough. He will know they can wait."

"Then what do we do?" Kevan asked.

"There's not a lot we can do." Lord Swyft sighed. There was a knock on the door at that moment, and Arya turned to notice a serving boy hand Tywin a letter.

"It's from Tyrion." He said unhappily. "The Baratheons have besieged Wendwater. Tyrion tells me he has promised Lord Wendwater our aid."

Murmurs of displeasure rang around the room. "We won't get there in time." Kevan said.

"He knows, it's a morale tactic." Tywin waved off. "If the Baratheons are besieging Wendwater it gives us time. I want confirmed reports on Starks movements by tomorrow. Get to it."

The Lannister generals all left the room, and Tywin turned to the window. Looking out he saw something in the sky. "Girl, come here."

Arya nervously walked over to the window. "Yes, My Lord?"

"That comet there, the red one, do you see?" Tywin asked. Arya stared in awe at the bright red light in the sky. "What would they say about it in Barrowton?"

"They'd say it's a sign." Arya told him.

"A sign of what?" Tywin prodded.

"A sign of victory. A sign of Lannister blood." Arya said, trying to be menacing. Tywin looked over at her, silently angry.

"Superstitions. That's all." He said through gritted teeth. "Smallfolk in Sarsfield would claim it's a sign of a Lannister victory, people in the Iron Islands would claim it's something to do with their God."

"What do you think it means, My Lord?" Arya asked.

"I think it means nothing." Tywin said haughtily. "Go on, take the leftovers and eat them yourself."

Arya nodded, and went to gather up the leftovers from the table. She noticed one of the Lords had left a meat knife. Looking over at Tywin to make sure he wasn't paying attention, she quickly picked it up and hit the knife in her clothes, before carrying on as if nothing had happened.

Dany was enthralled with her Dragons. Every day she would just sit and stare at them. The way they moved, the way they interacted, just everything about them made her interested for more.

Melisandre had told her that the blood magic used to hatch them would mean that they could grow at an advanced rate to normal. Being from Asshai, she had knowledge that no others did on the subject of Dragons, and Dany had taken to talking with the woman at least once a day.

They stayed in her rooms. Dany had taken the decision to keep them hidden from the world for as long as possible so as to let them grow, when she could truly help Durran out in his war efforts. Watching the green and black one playfighting, she giggled, stroking the white dragon calmly.

"Have you thought of names, Your Grace?" Melisandre asked from the corner.

"I have." Dany smiled. "This one is sweet, gentle and loving." She said, stroking the white dragon more. "Rhaellar, after my Mother."

"Very good." Melisandre smiled. She walked over and threw a piece of cooked meat over to the two other dragons. A flash of wings and screeches came next, until the black dragon was chewing on the food, leaving the green one left out.

"Dārys." Dany said, looking softly at the black Dragon.

"King?" Melisandre translated. "Your Grace, Dragons don't have genders." She reminded Dany.

"I know." Dany said. "But to me he's a he, and he's proud, and strong. Like my Durran. His name shall be Dārys." The green Dragon came sidling up to Dany, seemingly sulking. She reached into a bowl and picked up a warm piece of cubed pork, hand feeding the creature. "There you are Aelyx, you won't go hungry." She said softly.

"You treat them like children." Melisandre noted.

"They are children." Dany told her. "They're my children. Birthed by my blood."

"They shall rule the skies, fire made flesh." Melisandre said wistfully. "If Your Grace will excuse me, I must go and pray."

Dany nodded. "Of course, enjoy the fires."

Melisandre nodded. Dany spent the next few minutes watching her Dragons begin to snooze, napping after their mini feast. Setting Rhaellar down she heard the chanting of Melisandre coming from the beach. Looking out of her window she watched on as the Red Priestess performed her prayers, eyeing up the flames intently.

The siege had lasted a fortnight, and Durran wouldn't be the only one to admit that he was bored. He'd never mention that to his Uncle however, who had faced a siege of almost a year back in the Rebellion. Durran spent his time in the council meetings listening to Stannis rule and training with Ser Barristan and Ser Arys.

It was as he was learning a new move from Ser Barristan when horns went up from the Northern side of camp. Men began rushing about to get into a defensive formation just in case it was a Lannister army. The trees made visibility difficult, so Durran waited calmly, sword in his hands in case he needed it.

Horses began to filter through the trees, and Durran felt relieved to see the Golden Rose of House Tyrell prominent among them. He saw Renly Baratheon at the front of the incoming army dismounting, and Durran made his way to see his Uncle. Renly got to one knee as Durran approached, and the army behind him followed suit.

"Rise, please." Durran said loudly. The men rose, and Durran grasped his Uncle in a firm hug. "It's good to see you Uncle, how goes the war?"

"Well, Your Grace." Renly grinned. "Lord Gaunt surrendered Dalston Keep almost immediately, Langward Hall fell through the brilliance of Ser Loras here, and Attadale has also fallen to you. The Kingswood is yours."

The men behind Renly all began to cheer. "Highgarden! Baratheon!" Repeatedly, and Durran found himself grinning.

"Wonderful news. See to it your men join in the siege efforts. How many did you bring?" Durran asked.

"10,000." Renly told him. "The others are making sure the other Crownland castles south of the Blackwater won't be a problem for your march North. Lord Tarly is overseeing the efforts."

"Good work." A voice came from behind Durran, and he turned to see Stannis. "You've done well Renly."

"Thank you, Brother." Renly beamed.

"Come, we must plan the assault, we have enough men to easily take the castle." Stannis said, ushering them into his command tent. The three Baratheons crowded around the table in the centre.

"What's the plan then?" Durran asked.

"We focus our attack on the gate." Stannis said. "Once we're through the first gate and inside the inner walls, they will have to fall back to the actual castle. Renly, you and Ser Loras will sneak around through the trees and ladder up onto the battlements. Take the walls and open the gates. Then the castle will be ours." He explained.

"Of course Brother, we can go from both sides." Renly nodded.

"Split your forces and wait for the fifth go of the battering ram." Stannis told him. Renly nodded, and left the tent to marshal his troops.

"What am I to do?" Durran asked.

"Nothing until the gates are open." Stannis told him. Durran looked furious.

"No. I want to fight, I should lead." Durran complained.

"Have you ever taken a castle before? Have you ever seen what it is like?" Stannis asked, voice raised. "No. Those who take point die. Those who climb the ladders often die. Those who stay back and wait until there's a breach, they live. You need to live, Your Grace." He said, emphasising the title.

"My Father wouldn't have waited while others die for him!" Durran exclaimed.

"You're right, he wouldn't." Stannis said. "But I wasn't responsible for Robert, and I'll be damned if I lose you for a castle like Wendwater. You can lead the charge in King's Landing, I swear it. Trust me now though."

Durran wasn't happy, but Stannis was his regent and the best battle commander he knew. "Fine. I'll wait until the gates are open, but you're taking Ser Barristan with you to lead."

"Agreed." Stannis nodded. "Go and get your helmet. Once you enter the fray likelihood is the men will form around you and you'll be a symbol."

Durran nodded, and skulked to his tent to grab his antler helmet. Ser Arys had followed him.

"What's the plan, Your Grace?" He asked.

"We're sitting back while others break into the castle." Durran complained. Arys let out a sigh of relief. "You're happy at that?"

"I'm no craven, Your Grace, but it's damned easier to protect you on the floor than it is up a ladder." Arys admitted. "We will still get action, I'm sure."

"We better." Durran told his Kingsguard. They both looked out to the castle, watching Durran's army forming up, ready for the attack.

"HEAVE! HEAVE! HEAVE!" Was the repeated cry coming from the gates of Wendwater Castle. Durran watched from a safe distance with a hundred men in his company as the Baratheon and Tyrell forces were battering at the gates. Arrows were flying and men were dropping, but they had made it to the walls and the ladders had begun to rise. Durran could see Stannis' dark armour against the Baratheon yellow climbing one of the ladders, and watched almost in awe as his Uncle took down three men in quick succession as he reached the top. Ser Barristan was equally as impressive, the old man moving like a man a quarter of his age taking down man after man. The golden details on the new Kingsguard armour almost gleaming in the sunlight.

Renly and Loras were out of sight, and Durran noticed that most men defending the castle were rushing to defend the town gate. Grinning, he knew that the castle would be opened before long.

"How much longer till the gate is open?" He asked Ser Arys.

"Not long now. They can't have more than two thousand defending the castle." Arys replied. Durran nodded, agreeing with the presumption that Lord Reynard had called his banners to Wendwater before they arrived. The ram was beating at the gate consistently, and Durran was itching for it to smash so that the 100 men behind him could charge in on their horses.

Suddenly, Durran looked up at the battlements to see men in yellow and men in green swarming the battlements. Renly and Loras had made it through the defences and had taken the castle walls. Cheers went up as the Wendwater forces fell back to the castle, abandoning the town. A crash a couple of minutes later came, and the first gate was open.

Steel on steel could be heard in abundance now, and Durran had been patient enough. Drawing his one-handed sword, he held it aloft in the air and screamed "BARATHEON!"

"BARATHEON!" Was the cry behind him, and Durran kicked his horse into movement, charging underneath the walls and into the castle.

It was mayhem, men screaming and bodies everywhere. Durran mowed one defender down with his sprinting horse, and kept his calm as he turned on the animal and hacked down men rushing at him. The ram had been moved through the town towards the port cullis keeping them from the castle, so Durran rode with Ser Arys and his mounted forces through the small town, cutting his way through any armed defender he could. Arrows pinged through the air, and Durran had to duck twice quickly to avoid getting pinned by one.

The port cullis didn't remain a barrier for long. Renly and Loras' forces had overwhelmed the battlements and had begun to descend into the castle courtyard, finding the lever to lift the metal object. Durran and his men raced through into the courtyard, where Lord Reynard's last forces rushed out of the castle to defend to their last. Durran's men were quick to dispatch them though, as the horses overpowered the men on foot. Durran noticed a man barking out orders while managing to fend off a number of Baratheon soldiers, and charged over towards Lord Reynard.

His first and second passes were no good, as the Crownland Lord parried his blows, while almost catching Durran's horse's legs. The third pass however was devastating. Durran's horse had become enraged at the man, and after Durran's charge disarmed Lord Reynard, his horse turned around and reared up, striking one of his front legs out and catching Lord Reynard in the head.

Durran looked to the floor to see a pool of blood forming. Lord Reynard's helmet had caved in, crushing his skull and killing him instantly. Sighing, he patted his horse to calm him down as Stannis, Renly and the other leaders of the Baratheon forces met in the courtyard. Durran dismounted when a soldier came for his horse, and being flanked by his Kingsguard and uncles, made his way into the castle.

The guards inside had thrown down their weapons. Durran's men were taking them prisoner, and he strode through the castle towards the Lord's Hall. In the Lords chair sat a ten-year-old girl.

"Lady Elena." Durran said. "We have taken the castle. Surrender to us."

The girl looked terrified. She looked to the Maester to her left, who nodded. "My Father?"

"He fought bravely." Durran said, bowing his head respectfully.

The girl choked back a sob. "I surrender Wendwater to you." She whispered sadly.

"Thank you, My Lady. You will be looked after well, I promise." Durran said kindly. "Maester, please escort Lady Wendwater to her chambers."

The Maester nodded. "Her Mother is bedridden upstairs, I shall take her there." He said, and ushered the girl out. As she left, Durran collapsed into a chair.

"Congratulations, Your Grace." Stannis said. "The way to King's Landing is clear."

Durran slept well in an actual bed that night. The day after the battle he was sat in the Lords chair eating breakfast when the Maester came up to him in hysterics.

"Calm down." Stannis said sternly. "Tell us what happened."

"The Lady… Lady Wendwater." He cried. "She took her and little Ella…"

"What happened?" Durran asked.

"Gone!" He cried, sobs filling the room. "Flung out of the tallest room!"

Durran swore. He had tried to give the Ladies some privacy after the loss of Lord Reynard and that had clearly backfired. "Someone get this man a warm drink to calm him down, I'm sorry for your loss Maester. I truly am."

"It's your fault!" He cried. "If you'd have stayed away!"

"Take him away." Stannis ordered, and two men complied. Durran turned on his Uncle.

"We can't be too harsh, he's lost the girl he's likely raised." Durran told him.

"He disrespected you, we can't allow that to go unpunished." Stannis said sternly.

"Wait for him to calm down, if he apologises then I'm happy to leave it at that." Durran said. "Have the bodies found."

An hour later and the bodies had been brought back into the castle, and Durran had decided what to do with the castle. After long discussions with Stannis during that hour, Durran took a form of court, he sat in the Lords chair and addressed all of the Lords in attendance.

"Lady Wendwater's tragic death means that there is a succession problem for this castle." Durran exclaimed. "Renly Baratheon!"

Renly got up and knelt before the chair. "Your Grace."

"You have served me excellently since I took the crown. The war isn't over yet but I believe that you should finally be given lands of your own. I name you as Lord of Wendwater." Durran told him. "May Lady Margaery and yourself live a long and prosperous life in this castle."

Renly grinned widely. "I thank you, Your Grace. I hope to continue serving you as best I can."

"As do I, My Lord." Durran said, grinning. He bid Renly to rise, and gave him a firm handshake. The room was applauding, and as Durran went to sit down, Stannis stopped him.

"I would never ask my King to kneel, but I, and everybody here in this room, believe that your bravery on the Fury and in the battle yesterday deserves true recognition, Your Grace." He said. "If it please you, I would knight you."

Durran was gobsmacked, but grinned and nodded. Stannis brought his sword out and Durran fell to his knee. "Don't get used to this, Lord Stannis." He said loudly, causing loud laughs from the room.

Stannis placed the sword upon Durran's right shoulder. "King Durran, of House Baratheon. First of his Name, rightful King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. Do you swear before the eyes of Gods and Men to defend those who cannot defend themselves, to protect all women and children, to fight bravely when needed and do such other tasks as are laid upon you, however hard or humble or dangerous they may be?" Stannis asked.

"I swear it, by all the Gods." Durran vowed.

Stannis moved his sword over to Durran's left shoulder, and took it away. "Rise, King Durran, Knight of the realm."

"Long may he reign!" Was the cry Durran thought came from Renly as he rose. The cry continued loudly from all of Durran's Lords, and he grinned inwardly at the sight.

A few days later, and Durran and his forces were preparing to head North. He was in the command tent finalising the King's Landing assault plans with Stannis, Renly, Loras, Ser Barristan and the other Stormlords when guards entered the tent dragging along a man Durran had wanted to see for a few months.

"Cousin Lancel." Durran grinned evilly. "How nice to see you."

Lancel tried to shrug the two guards off, but failed spectacularly. "I've been sent as an envoy from His Grace King Joffrey, unhand me!"

The guards looked to Durran, who just nodded once, and they let him go. Patting himself down, Lancel brought out a letter. Ser Barristan took it, and handed it to Durran. He broke the seal, and read the words.

"King Joffrey commands his younger brother to stand down immediately and submit himself to the Capital for trial." He said. Sighing, he ripped up the paper. "Fuck all chance that's happening." He said, to his Lords amusement.

"That was a royal document." Lancel said, outraged.

"So it was." Durran told him. "I think you've got my answer."

Lancel huffed, and then began to leave, only to be blocked by Ser Arys. "Move aside Ser."

"Where are you going cousin?" Durran called. "I've not finished with you yet."

Lancel turned back to face Durran. "What do you want with me?" He asked.

Durran stood tall, and walked to stand a few inches away from Lancel. "I'm hereby arresting you for the crime of Regicide. Ser Arys, take him away. I'll question him myself later."

"No! No! You can't! This is wrong!" Lancel screamed, as Ser Arys dragged him away. Durran watched on as his cousin was dragged away, anger in his expression.

Joffrey hated being summoned to the Small Council. He hated the boredom of it all, but when his Mother uses that tone, he knew he had to go. Ser Meryn opened the door for him, and he waltzed in to see Varys, Littlefinger, Tyrion and his Mother all sat down looking angry.

"Why so glum?" He sneered.

"Did you send Lancel off to be an envoy to Durran?" Tyrion asked.

"Perhaps, what of it?" Joffrey asked.

"What did you say, Joffrey dear." Cersei asked sweetly.

"I commanded him to submit himself to the capital." Joffrey shrugged. "He's my younger brother, I'm the King not him."

"You idiot." Tyrion sighed.

"Watch your mouth." Cersei snapped.

"I'm sorry, but does he know what he's done?" Tyrion asked, voice raised.

"I'm sure his Grace didn't mean to…" Littlefinger started, but a look from Joffrey cut him off.

"Of course I meant to, that little cunt is my younger Brother and he should bend the knee to me." Joffrey said, pointing his finger at Baelish. "Don't presume to tell me what I meant to do."

"Look in the sack." Tyrion said impatiently. Joffrey looked confused, and opened up the sack in the middle of the table. Inside was the severed head of Lancel Lannister, eyeballs gouged out and a note pinned to his forehead. "Go on, read it."

"I will not besmirch my good Father's name and submit myself to a false tyrant. In the true name of justice, I shall take the Throne like I took my Father's killer's head." Joffrey read out.

"Lancel gave your Father wine, Durran thinks that means Lancel killed him." Cersei explained. "I ask you Joff, let your council know if you decide to send another message."

"I will do as I like. I am the King." Joffrey snarled. "I have better things to do with my time." He decided, and strode out, angrier at his Brother than he had been when he walked in.

My first major battle of the story and I think it went ok! I wrote the battle scene while listening to 'The Throne is Mine' from the Season 2 soundtrack on repeat. It was originally made for Joffrey slaughtering Robert's bastards, but I found it worked for battle too.

The Dragon names are explained here too, I hope you like them. Aelyx is named as such because I think it's cool, and she wouldn't name one after Viserys, a brother she never knew, or Rhaegar really as she's been brought up on the Baratheon bias side of history instead of the Targaryen bias.

A brief insight into Arya too. I'm excited for that to be explored more soon.

The comet was a cool thing, I always thought it was because of the Dragons so used that here, as well as gave you all a few different insights on what it could mean.

Please let me know what you all think of this chapter, and I shall see you again for the next one, and it's a big one!

Next Chapter: The Battle of King's Landing.

Reviews:

Fantasymaker76: Viserys is about somewhere…

Silver crow: The names and explanations behind them are here! I haven't really thought of true designs, so imagine whatever you want for the Kingsguard armour. Robb is an interesting one, I'd like Durran to assert dominance if it comes to war but he's my favourite character and I've already besmirched him enough in my Stark OC story, I'd like to keep Robb as I think of him.

BLACK-OP1: You're right, there's no way Mace is ok with it, but Olenna is smarter. She knows that to side with Durran is to be more likely to live another day, and they've tied themselves to House Baratheon in more ways than one. Yes I'm sure Mace has plans but Renly here is a lot less malleable as a result of a good relationship with Stannis.

JaceMaddox: I wanted to change it so she wouldn't have greyscale, but keeping it was simply down to the fact I couldn't find a reason why any changes of canon I've made would mean that the would-be assassin wouldn't send Shireen the doll. I racked my brain and everything points to it happening. I'm still using the personality I've changed though, as a result of a happier upbringing.

Bobby B: A King needs a Queen, and Stannis understood the importance of Daenerys' name. They were both of marriageable age and loved one another, it made all the sense in the world so I stuck with it. Durran has the fleet yes, the army yes, and he has Stannis and Randyll Tarly yes, but Renly had half of those and went out with a whimper. In Game of Thrones anything is possible.

Mel: I usually shy away from those and leave them to your imagination, purely for the fact that I know some people personally that read this and I'm a wee bit shy haha. I may reference something that happened in past tense, but I won't actively write heavy smut. As for the dragons, I'm a bit torn. Durran has Valyrian blood in him, but it's unbelievably diluted.

jgs237: He isn't the 'Father of Dragons' no, though they may not hate him as much as they do the rest of humanity!