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Just to give you all a heads up and a bit of an insight of the story. I have chapter outlines ready for another 30 chapters and I've still not reached the 'final arc'. I won't promise it will end up being 30 chapters till I reach the point that I've planned up to as I may introduce more as writing goes on or I may combine a couple into one, but so far, I've planned to Chapter 40 and still have a way to go.

Just a reminder for you, in this fic Drogon is called Dārys, Viserion is Rhaellar and Rhaegal is Aelyx.

As always, I own nothing but Durran and the other OC's. Everything else is the property of George RR Martin and HBO.

"OVER HERE! OVER HERE!" Davos was screaming. When the Wildfire explosion had gone off he and Stefan Baratheon had been at the front of Sceptre, and luckily they had been there. Both of them had been blown off of the ship with force, and the next thing Davos remembered was dragging Stefan along in the water on to the shore. With no memory of how far they'd gone and no sense of where they were, Davos counted himself lucky that it had only been a few hours until a fishing boat had sailed nearby them.

Waving his arms around manically, he had almost given up hope until the ship began to lower two rowboats into the water. Stefan still hadn't woken up and his left arm was horribly mangled, so Davos made him comfortable and tried to make a makeshift sling for the boy. He had just finished tying it around Stefan's neck when the rowboat called out to him.

"You there! Who are you?" The sailor called.

"I was in the battle!" Davos called back. "I was a captain! I'm a knight!"

"For which King?" He asked.

Davos looked at them, knowing that the wrong answer would kill them both. "This boy needs a Maester urgently!" He tried.

"Which King?" They asked again. Davos sighed, and looked at the sailor with a steely gaze.

"The One True King." He replied. "Durran Baratheon."

The sailors looked at each other and began grinning. "Come aboard, we'll take you to King's Landing and get your boy patched up."

Davos let out a gasp in relief. "He's not my boy." He told them. "He's Stefan Baratheon, son of the Regent. I'm Ser Davos Seaworth."

The sailors sprang into action at that moment, two of them grabbing Stefan and carefully carrying him onto the rowboat. Davos wearily stepped on to the other, desperately drinking some fresh water handed to him before he collapsed onto the bench of the boat.

Durran immediately rushed to the Iron Gate as soon as he heard the news that Stefan had been found. He and Ser Barristan arrived just after Stannis and a couple of the camp Maesters that had followed Durran's army. The Maesters immediately took Stefan into hand, doing what they could for his minor wounds. They both looked nervously at each other when they saw his arm however.

Durran urged them to head back to the Castle where they'd have everything they'd need. Following behind the party he caught up with Stannis.

"I'm happy for you, Uncle. I feared the worst…"

"I saw the ship explode." Stannis said. "At the time I couldn't think about it, there was a war to win. But now he's back… I don't know how to feel."

"Happy." Durran said. "He's alive."

"For how long?" Stannis said, worry creeping into his voice.

"Years to come." Durran said positively. "I'm sure of it."

Rushing into the Red Keep the closest table they could find was in the Small Council Chambers. Tasking servants with bringing everything medical they could carry, he helped clear the table of meaningless papers and began helping the Maesters carefully removing Stefan's shredded armour.

His body was a mess. Cuts and bruises everywhere and splintered wood still sticking out of his body.

"It's a blessing from the Warrior that he still lives." A Maester said.

"You're going to keep him that way." Durran told them firmly, Stannis was at the side, holding Stefan's good hand.

"Of course, Your Grace." The two Maesters said. "We just need to remove the shrapnel carefully and then we shall see to his arm."

Durran helped where he could, not wanting to be the sort of King that shied away from his injured family. He helped remove the shrapnel, and helped bandage up the 13-year-old. Finally, they could truly look at his arm, and it wasn't good. One Maester pulled both Durran and Stannis to one side.

"The arm is beyond saving, My Lord, Your Grace." They said sadly. "We can save him though, cut it below the elbow. He can have an arm made for him like Lord Jocelyn."

"Ironhand?" Durran asked.

The Maester nodded. "Or we can cut just below the shoulder, to be sure that infection hasn't spread."

Durran swore, his cousin was only 13. "Ultimately, it's Lord Stannis' call." He said, looking at his Uncle.

Stannis hadn't taken his eyes off of Stefan. "He'll live with the elbow?" He asked.

"Yes, My Lord."

"Then save as much of his arm as you can Maester." Stannis commanded strongly. He immediately went back to holding Stefan's hand. Durran stood back and watched as the two Maesters and servants strapped Stefan onto the table and took out a saw. Not able to stand it much longer, he bid Barristan to stay and help as he fled, having to leave the room, and Durran stood before the Iron Throne, tears in his eyes as the sound of bone crunching could faintly be heard.

The doors flung open, and in rushed Renly. "I was in the Sept of Baelor and I've only just heard! How is he?"

"He's losing his arm." Durran said, wiping his tears.

"Fuck." Renly swore. "Stannis?"

"In there with him." Durran said. Renly bowed politely and entered the Small Council room, leaving Durran alone in the Throne Room.

A couple of hours had passed and Stefan had been moved to chambers in the Tower of the Hand. Durran stood by the bed with Renly as Stannis was sat by Stefan's side. There was no talking whatsoever, until suddenly, Stefan's eyes opened.

"Did we win?" He croaked weakly. Stannis immediately shot up.

"We did." Durran gasped emotionally.

"Good." Stefan grinned. He looked up at Stannis. "Your eye?"

"It's nothing." Stannis waved off. "A scratch. How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Like the ship blew up with me on it." Stefan chuckled softly, before realising who he was talking to. "I mean well enough Father." Durran couldn't stop his laugh, happy his cousin could still joke. "Ser Davos?"

"Alive. He has a few scratches but he's just resting now." Durran explained. "It's you we were worried about."

"Me?" Stefan asked. "Why me?" He tried to sit himself up, only realising then the extent of his injuries. "My arm." He gasped.

"It was too damaged." Stannis told him. "The Maesters did all they could."

Stefan held it out, staring at it for the longest time. "It's not my sword hand." He told himself more than anyone. "I can still fight for you Your Grace."

"Don't worry about that now." Durran told him. "You recover, that's your priority. There are plenty of men capable of fighting for me." He went over and gripped Stefan weakly on the shoulder. "I'll fetch the Maester." He said before leaving the room, letting Stannis and Renly fawn over the boy. Ser Barristan fell into step beside him. "Do you know what, Ser Barristan?" He asked.

"No, Your Grace." Barristan said.

"Stefan has lost an arm, Stannis an eye." Durran said. "And the most miserable person in that room was Renly. How strange."

Later that evening, Durran was excited. He put on black trousers and a dark golden shirt along with his crown, and he and part of the Small Council were headed down to the docks. Standing beside Varys and Ser Barristan, he eagerly watched as the Princess Rhaenys, an apt name for Dany's personal ship, rowed into the harbour. She was dressed in black with Baratheon detailing which he loved, and wore her crown so the people knew who she was. Stepping off of the ship, Durran chuckled as most of the procession bowed formally for her. She stood in front of Durran, and he immediately caught her hand and placed it against his lips.

"My Queen." He smiled.

"Your Grace." She curtseyed. They both laughed and he gripped her into a fierce hug. He had missed her terribly, her smell, her touch, and he relished everything in that moment.

They had to let go though, and Dany said hello to Varys fondly before they walked back to the Red Keep. Durran had all of her things brought up to his room, and was very surprised when Melisandre and a couple of handmaidens brought in three boxes. They set them down and left immediately, leaving Durran and Dany in his new room all alone.

"My Father's old chambers." He explained. "It feels strange, but they're the biggest and meant for the King."

Dany stared around in awe, going out to the balcony to look at the orange sunset sky. "These are impressive! Were they my Father's chambers too?" She asked.

Durran scrunched his face up. "I don't want to think about that. You being conceived." He laughed.

"Very well." Dany grinned, before going to shut the curtains to the balcony. Durran watched her quizzically, as she went over to the boxes and unbolted them. He was in for a huge shock however, as out walked three, living, breathing Dragons.

"By the Seven…" He gasped. "What?"

"I hatched them." She grinned. "My love, meet Rhaellar, Dārys and Aelyx." She said, pointing to the three. The white one, Rhaellar, immediately flew up onto Dany's shoulder as she petted it softly. Aelyx, the green, went zooming around the room happily. Dārys was the biggest, already the size of one of Tommen's cats. The black and crimson dragon walked awkwardly up to him, tilting his head to one side at Durran staring in awe before it began to chase its sibling around the room.

"They'll settle soon, I fed them before we docked." She told him. "Aren't they incredible?"

"They are." Durran told her. "You can control them?"

"Yes." Dany smiled. "Look they're already settling down." She said, watching as Dārys and Aelyx settled over in a corner and looked like they were about to snooze. Dany set Rhaellar down next to them, and she stood in front of Durran. He smiled down at her, capturing her lips again.

"I have missed you." He said in between kisses. "I've not slept the same without you."

"I hope you're not planning on sleeping tonight." She grinned cheekily, and Durran barked out a laugh, picking her up and throwing her on the bed before jumping on with her.

They managed a bit of sleep in the end, but it was bright and early when they woke up. Dany was gently rubbing her hand over Durran's chest, caressing it as he stroked her naked back.

"I'm going to announce you to court today." He told her. "I'm already announcing my full Small Council and new Kingsguard, you can be by my side."

"Of course." Dany smiled, sighing contently as she nestled further into Durran. "Do we have to move now though?"

Durran chuckled. "You can stay here naked for as long as you wish." He told her. "I need to see my Mother."

Dany's smile faded. In between the time they had spent reuniting themselves with their bodies, Durran had told her everything that had happened. "Be careful, who knows what her mind is like."

"I will, don't worry." Durran said, kissing the top of her forehead before he shifted himself to move. He cried out amusedly as he felt Dany slap his bare arse as he rose out of the bed, and turned to give her a fake unamused stare. Grinning, he pulled out some clothes for the day and left the room flanked by Ser Barristan again.

"How's your new armour?" He asked.

"It fits well, Your Grace." Barristan nodded.

"I hope the others will like the changes." Durran admitted.

"Your reform, while unheard of is a strong idea." Barristan told him. "I just hope we fill the ranks quickly."

"As do I Ser." Durran nodded. They were soon at his Mother's chambers, and the two guards on the door moved aside as Durran opened it to go in. Cersei was sat by her table, looking calm and as beautiful as ever. She looked up at him and smiled.

"My boy." She whispered.

"Hello Mother." Durran said unemotionally. He sat down opposite her, and just looked for a while. Cersei began to shift nervously.

"You remind me of your Grandfather doing that." She tried to laugh. "He will call people to meet him and sit there for an age writing or doing something other than talk, just to unnerve them."

"I'm hoping to hear from Lord Tywin soon so he can bend the knee." Durran told her.

"Lord Tywin?" Cersei asked.

"I'm not sure that claiming the Lannister side of my family right now is a good idea, is it?" He told her. Cersei put her head down in shame.

"Durran…"

"Don't!" He shouted, banging his fists on the table. "Don't try and explain it away. You lied to me! You lied to us all!"

"You know what it was like for me." Cersei sighed. "I won't apologise for loving another."

Durran looked disgusted. "Love? Jaime is your brother!"

"No." Cersei snapped, before softening her voice again. "He's not just my brother, he's my twin. We came into this world together. We are two halves of the same whole."

Durran felt like he was going to throw up. "It's not right." He whispered.

"Your wife is the product of such." Cersei reminded him, causing Durran to stop in his tracks. "Jaime and I are many things, I understand why you hate us and detest us, but when we get him back ask him about the Mad King's marriage. You'll understand then."

Durran didn't know what to say. "You think I detest you?"

"How can you not. You went to war against your kin." Cersei told him.

Durran sighed, shaking his head. "No Mother. I wanted nothing more than for this to all be a nightmare and to just be the Brother of the King, but Joffrey was no King. By all the laws of the land he was a bastard, a Waters. That's the true reason I rebelled, to preserve my Father's name. Joffrey being a tyrant…"

"Helped. I know." Cersei sighed sadly. "I know what he was."

"You should have stopped him executing Lord Eddard." Durran told her.

"If I had a choice I would have." She scoffed. "Joffrey was Joffrey, being a King made him cruel, and nobody says no to a King."

"They can to me." Durran told her. "I'm building a strong council. A full council of strong men and women. Stannis is my regent, he will guide me."

"I want him dead." Cersei spat.

"No." Durran told her.

"You don't understand." She sighed. "Joff was still my boy, my first boy and that monster killed him." She choked on a tear.

"And you almost tore out his eye for that." Durran told her. "If you're claiming Regicide then I must kill Jaime too. Stannis has paid enough for killing Joffrey with his eye and Stefan's arm."

"I heard about that." Cersei told him.

"He's fine." Durran said, standing. "Thank you for the concern."

Cersei shook her head. "What are you to do with me?" She asked.

Durran looked her over. "I know what you did to Father, I know you tempted Lancel into it. While I can understand your hatred, I can't let that go unpunished. You will be confined to the Maegor's Holdfast for the foreseeable future except on formal occasions where your presence is required. All servants have been told to come to either myself or Stannis for any request you make other than food and drink. You're not a prisoner, not truly, but you shall never weald the power you once had."

Cersei nodded, and Durran walked out of the room. Pouring herself some water, she said to herself. "Oh my boy, Mother's always have certain power."

Cersei watched on as Daenerys Targaryen was introduced to court. She kept her smile for proprieties sake, but inside she was seething at the sight of the girl that had stolen her son.

Daenerys came up to the gallery afterwards, and stood next to Cersei as Durran was sat letting the Lords loyal to Joffrey bend the knee. They watched on in silence for a while, until Daenerys spoke.

"I'm sorry about Joffrey." She said.

"Thank you." Cersei acknowledged.

"I can't imagine how hard that was, I wish there had been another way." Dany sighed.

"War is cruel, but Durran seems to be a strong King, he has always been strong." Cersei said, smiling for real.

"He has. He's a good man." Dany grinned. "I know our families don't have a good history, but Durran cares for you, no matter how cold he thinks he has to be to you."

"He has every right." Cersei said.

"But he loves you more than you know." Dany told her. "I just wanted you to know that."

Cersei nodded her thanks, and at that moment Durran made himself heard throughout the room.

"I have decided on my full Small Council." He told them all. "For starters. Lord Stannis Baratheon of Storm's End."

Stannis made his way to kneel before the Throne. "Your Grace."

"You are my Uncle, and my most staunch supporter. Your wisdom has served me well for my entire life so far, and I hope I can continue to count on that." Durran said.

"I am always at your service Your Grace." Stannis told him.

"I name you Regent of the Iron Throne until I reach the age of 16, and Hand of the King." Durran told them all. Varys stepped forward and handed Stannis the badge of office, pinning it onto his shirt. Stannis stood up and stood back to thunderous applause.

"Lord Renly Baratheon of Wendwater." Durran called. Renly stepped forward and repeated Stannis' actions. "Your leadership in the war won us many victories in the Crownlands. I would reappoint you to your former role of Master of Laws."

"Thank you, Your Grace." Renly nodded, unsmiling. He stood back and stood beside Stannis once more.

Durran called more people up after. "Lord Randyll Tarly. I name you in the new position of Master of War. You shall be in command of the remaining war efforts, and all conflict from now until you leave the position. Ser Davos Seaworth, I name you Master of Ships. Lord Petyr Baelish, you shall remain as Master of Coin. Lord Varys, you shall remain as Master of Whisperers." He called out one at a time, as those in question knelt before him and thanked him profusely.

"One more role shall be created, although the recipient isn't yet in King's Landing." Durran explained. "Lord Mace Tyrell shall become Master of Commerce. All matters of trade are to fall under his eye."

Applause rang through again, before Durran held a gloved hand up. "The Kingsguard has long been a tradition for the King of Westeros, and it shall be the same under my reign, but I will make changes to the order." Whispers ran through the room, and Cersei wondered what Durran had planned. "I have decreed that the order shall be made up of one member from each of my Kingdom's that follow the Seven, plus a Lord Commander. Ser Barristan Selmy, will you take up the role of Lord Commander of the Kingsguard as you once did for my Father?"

Barristan turned and knelt. His black armour with gold detailing shining in the torchlight. "It would be my honour, Your Grace."

Durran grinned. "Ser Arys Oakheart!"

Ser Arys was on a crutch, but he made his way in front of the Throne and bowed as low as his injured body would allow him to. He had changed armour, instead of gold detailing he now had armour lined with green. "I live to serve you, Your Grace, as I have from the first." He called.

"Will you take up the White Cloak on behalf of all those in the Reach? To honour your family and your liege in service to your King?"

"I will Your Grace."

Durran grinned again, and nodded to his long-time protector. Soon afterwards Ser Balon Swann was called, and he agreed to swear his vows and take on the yellow of the Stormlands.

"Ser Robar Royce!" Durran called. Murmurs swept the Throne Room. Robar Royce came out of the crowd and knelt before Durran. "So far, the Vale has kept themselves silent, but you have served Lord Renly well since arriving in his service, and I ask you to serve me just as well as the Vale's Kingsguard."

Robar looked up while kneeling. "I will serve you with all I am, Your Grace. You have shown yourself worthy and I would stand with you until the day I die." He called.

"Arise, Ser Robar of the Kingsguard." Durran called, and a servant brought forward the black armour lined with pale blue, in line with House Arryn's sigil. Minor lordships were dealt with afterwards, but soon enough Durran was able to join Dany in the gallery.

"You handled yourself well My King." She curtseyed.

"I just spoke a lot." He shrugged.

"You truly did well." Cersei added. "A finer King I have never seen."

Durran smiled. "Thank you, Mother. It means a lot." He turned to Dany. "I need to go and have a conversation with Grand Maester Pycelle now, but I'll see you tonight."

"Of course." Dany grinned. Durran leaned in to kiss her, and Cersei turned her head for a moment letting them have their youthful fun. Durran turned and left straight away, and the two females watched his back as he left.

"He truly loves you." Cersei remarked.

"And I him." Dany said strongly. "Our union may be convenient for the realm, but it's convenient for us too. I wouldn't have married anybody else."

Cersei only smiled, remembering the way she used to speak about Rhaegar the same way.

The door to the black cell opened, and in stepped Durran, Renly and Stannis, as well as a guard with a torch. Pycelle looked a shade of his former self.

"Pr… Prince Durran." He stammered.

"King Durran." Renly said sternly.

"Of course." Pycelle said. "Forgive me, I'd kneel but…"

"But you were thrown in here for going against the Hand's wishes and probably can't feel your legs." Durran told him. "No matter, I just wanted to tell you what was going to happen now."

"You've always been loyal to the Lannisters." Renly snarled. "That changes now."

"You will only report to the Citadel and the King. The ravenry isn't your problem anymore." Stannis added. "We have other Maesters who can take care of most of your duties, your only role will be to advise the King as Grand Maester."

"I must protest…"

"You're in no state to protest, Pycelle." Durran said, his voice raising. "I know you report to my Mother, I know you report to my Grandfather. That will stop. You will perform your duties as Grand Maester of the Citadel to a high standard or I will find another that will."

"Of course, Your Grace. I live to serve the Iron Throne above all else." Pycelle told him.

"Good." Durran nodded. "If I find a sniff of treason from you, then you shall be reminded that I am Tywin Lannister's grandson. I won't forgive you again."

With that he began to leave, but heard a thud and a groan. Turning around he saw Renly had punched the old man in the face. "What was that for?" Durran asked.

"I didn't like his nose." Renly shrugged. Durran chuckled, and walked out of the sell with his two uncles flanking him.

Arya had been patched up by the castle Maester as good as new, and after telling her story to Kevan Lannister enough times, she was finally allowed to go back to the Kitchens. She gathered Hot Pie, and they made their way to the blacksmiths where Gendry worked.

As soon as he saw her, he dropped what he was doing. "Are you alright? I heard the assassin almost got you too."

"I'm fine." She waved off. "He just missed me."

"Oh, I forgot." Hot Pie said, reaching into his clothes. He pulled out a loaf of bread. "We had some spare, and I asked if I could make you some to get better with."

"Thank you, Hot Pie." Arya smiled.

"You know the secret to browning it just right?" He asked. "It's…"

"Shut up about bread for a minute." She whispered harshly. "The Lannisters are going to leave soon, we need to go too."

Gendry looked at her questioningly. "If the Lannisters are leaving, won't the Starks be coming?" He asked. "Why leave?"

Hot Pie looked nervous. "I've heard things about the Starks. I heard they eat the flesh of their prisoners."

"Don't be stupid." Arya scoffed. "The only cannibals in the North are the Skagosi and Robb wouldn't have them in his army."

"How do you know." Hot Pie asked, terrified. Gendry gripped the fat boy's shoulders and leaned in close.

"He's her brother. That's Arya Stark." Gendry whispered. Hot Pie's eyes grew wide, and he was about to say something when Gendry clasped his hands over Hot Pie's mouth. "Not here!"

Arya didn't have the time for this. "The Mountain won't leave anyone alive. The Lannisters will go and leave him in charge and he'll slaughter us all. We have to go."

Gendry looked around. "How?" He laughed. "How do we escape?"

Arya looked around, making sure nobody was there. "The sewers. Bring swords and meet me there tonight. Hot Pie, bring food and wrap it up well. We'll escape through the sewers."

Night fell, and with it came two deaths as guards met Gendry's muscle and Arya's skill. The young trio waded through the shit and filth for what seemed like an eternity, until finally they exited the tunnel by the Gods Eye. All of them immediately waded into the lake to wash themselves as much as they could. Once they had finished and got back on to the shore, Gendry asked the question they all wanted to know. "Which way now?"

Arya had a look up at the moon, back at the lake and then back up again. "West. My family hold Riverrun. We'll be safe there." She told them. Picking up a sword, she nodded to herself before turning right, towards what she hoped to be her family.

So, this is the Kingsguard so far: Lord Commander is Ser Barristan. Stormlander is Ser Balon Swann, Reachman is Ser Arys Oakheart and the Valeman is Ser Robar Royce. Riverlands, Westerlands, and Dorne are empty. Basically, they all have black armour but whereas Barristan keeps the gold detailing, Arys has green, Balon Swann has yellow, Robar Royce has light blue. The Riverlands will have dark blue, Westerlands red and Dorne orange.

The Small Council is Stannis as Hand, Pycelle as Grand Maester and then Renly, Baelish, Varys, Davos, Randyll Tarly and Mace Tyrell as Masters of Laws, Coin, Whispers, Ships, War and Commerce respectably.

I liked writing Cersei again, the meeting between Dany and her I'm not overly sure about but oh well. The Durran/Dany reunion I'm happy with.

Stefan is alive! I was never going to kill him so soon he's needed later in the story, but he would have been with either Stannis or Davos, and I thought Davos would be better as before. I always found it funny how there was all that debris in the explosion of the ship yet none hit Davos, so most of it hit Stefan.

I hope you all enjoyed it, please leave a review to let me know what you think and I shall see you all in the next one.

Next Chapter: Finally, it's time to mourn some of the recent dead.

Reviews:

From other chapters:

Daemon (Chapter 9): It depends what you class as the limits of Kinslaying. I know Rickard Karstark believed Robb was kinslaying but the closest shared relative was Robb's three times Great Grandmother so I'd argue against it. Lancel was his second cousin once removed I believe, so if that's kinslaying then fair enough, it's a good job people don't know about it.

Chapter 10:

Fantasymaker76: Sansa's story as it was in the show, but it'll change now. Stefan survived, but at a cost.

Ya boii: If I'd have kept on and had Durran brutally take down Joffrey he'd be a Kinslayer and I didn't want that. This way Stannis gets his vengeance that he deserved in the show and Durran takes the throne as cleanly as possible.

jgs237: Sansa is where she was in the show, locked in her room.

Shini Kurogane: As I said the show didn't include Jaehaerys II and neither will I. So the line of succession went Aegon V, Aerys II.

Hail King Cerion: It was a tough call, but he only survived the show because of the timely arrivals of Pod and his Father. I don't know if I'll do another Baratheon story, but Stefan survived ;) That's an interesting question. Yeah I can't wait either, I'm tempted to write it now based on the leaks but if they come true like Season 7 did I don't want to spoil it for people that don't read spoilers.

DullReign82: I doubt I'll use an eyepatch actually, just a scarred, white eye is terrifying in itself.

Many Faced Mage: Arya has been spared thanks to her quick thinking! There's a way to go before the Walkers make their play, a long, long way to go!