A surprise Thrones chapter! I'm heavily procrastinating, hence the Star Wars story I've just started and this chapter here. My excuse is that I'm off to watch the Star Wars Episode 7 and 8 double bill in a couple of hours and I can't focus on university work, so here you go!

Again, I'm not sure when my next chapter will be uploaded, but if it is not up before the weekend then it might be the next week due to my assignment being due soon.

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Away from that though, the chapterly reminder that I don't own anything other than Durran Baratheon. I'm just playing with the property of George RR Martin and HBO.

The castle had been searched, and neither Dany, nor the three Dragons, could be found anywhere. Durran was raging, and had sent men Northwards to see if there was any sign of the Queen. Until he heard back from them, there wasn't a lot he could do.

After agreeing terms with Mace Tyrell for the marriage of Stefan and Margaery, Durran went and got his hair shaved. He had let it grow too long and unkempt, so asked his Mother to help him shave it. She carefully dragged the knife through his hair, making sure it was even and short before letting him view it.

"You look different. Older." She said.

"I'm a King, I need to look older." Durran told her. "Thank you."

"Any time I get to spend with my children is a happy time." Cersei smiled. "I don't see you enough."

"I've been fighting a war, remember?" Durran chuckled. "I'll give you some more freedom though. The Red Keep is yours to roam but no further."

Cersei smiled, and Durran realised he had forgotten how lovely she looked while smiling. They chatted amicably some more before a knock on the door came.

"Enter." Durran called. In came Ser Balon.

"Sorry, Your Grace, but the Queen has been sighted flying for the city." The Kingsguard said.

Durran sighed in relief. "Thank the Gods she's safe." He breathed.

"Remember she disobeyed you." Cersei reminded. "You need to be strong with her."

"I shall be strong as I see fit." Durran told her. "Come, gather Myrcella and Tommen. We shall all greet the Queen in the Throne Room."

He sat on the Iron Throne, with Stannis stood to his right and his family up in the Gallery watching down. The doors opened, and Dany was being escorted in. Durran was so pleased to see her unhurt, and looking down at her in full armour almost caused a reaction in his trousers, but his face remained stoic. Dany stopped before the steps and got to both knees elegantly.

"My King." She said.

"My Queen." Durran said shortly. "It seems you've caused quite a stir in the city. We've had search parties out."

"I apologise for wasting their times, but I wasn't in the city." Dany said, standing, and looking up at Durran, her lilac eyes blazing.

Durran was also feeling his anger rise. "Then where, pray tell, where you?"

Dany took a deep breath. "At Sow's Horn, Your Grace. Burning half of Robb Stark's army to cinders with my Dragons."

"Against the King's wishes." Cersei's accusing voice came from the gallery.

"Silence!" Durran shouted, turning to his Mother. "One more word and you'll be escorted back to your chambers." Cersei nodded, and Durran turned back to Dany. "My Mother is correct though, I specifically asked you not to go."

"And I asked you to never forbid me again." Dany said. "I understand your fears but I'm unharmed, and Robb Stark has significantly less forces than he did two days ago."

"We could have waited for them to come here, Your Grace." Stannis said. "Why risk your life?"

Dany scoffed. "Because this is my war too and I have the means to see an end to it quickly Lord Stannis. And it worked, Robb Starks camp is burned or burning, he has less men and they know they can't face us with Dragons."

"Leave us." Durran said to everybody. Stannis nodded and left for the Small Council chamber immediately, while Cersei stayed for a second or two longer than she should have before escorting Durran's family out. Soon it was just Durran and Dany in the Throne Room. "We could have waited, waited to reveal our weapon, waited to train you with the Dragons."

"There was no time." Dany said softly, walking up the stairs to stand over Durran on the Throne. She reached down and stroked his cheek. "We were losing, now we have the upper hand."

Durran grabbed her waist softly and pulled her down onto his lap before leaning in for a kiss. They stayed like that for minutes, locked in a gentle embrace before parting. "I won't forbid it. Varys will have reports of the true damage you handed the Northmen but from now on I'd like you to promise me that you'll coordinate with me. If we are to rule, we must do it together. If we are to fight we must do it as one."

Dany smiled, and kissed Durran once more. "Always, my love." She grinned. Durran got her to stand, before he joined her and led her away through the castle at pace. Giggling, Dany asked. "Where are we going?"

"To our chambers." Durran grinned. "So I can congratulate you properly on your victory."

"We need to fight on! They have thrice the number of losses we have!" Lord Karstark was shouting. "I say we take King's Landing on quickly, they won't risk burning their own city, not again!"

"Did you not see the Dragons, Lord Karstark?" Ser Wendel Manderly cried. "Three of them! Fully grown!"

"I saw them aye, but the Targaryen bitch has played her trick now, we should press on Your Grace. Get vengeance for all our fallen brothers and sons!" Karstark appealed.

"So we all die? That's your plan?" Gregor Forrester asked. "Forgive me, Lord Karstark but we are totally outmatched. The armies we can take on and maybe stand a chance, but Dragons?"

"They can die! Enough arrows in the right places and they'll drop like my shits every morning." Lord Umber grinned.

"We could have 100,000 archers and I wouldn't be confident in taking all three of them down." Lord Bolton said. He turned to Robb. "Sue for peace, Your Grace. We've proven ourselves here, the entire realm will know that the North is not to be taken lightly."

"Craven!" Umber roared. "You'd have us bend over Bolton? Have you lost faith in our cause?"

"What cause?" Bolton chuckled ominously. "We marched to free Lord Eddard. He lost his head. Then we crowned King Robb to gain independence when there were 4 kings in the realm. Now Joffrey is dead and the might of the South is behind Durran Baratheon. I say you ask for peace. Bend the knee and then we rid the real problem, or have you all forgotten the Ironborn are in the North as we speak?"

The room was filled with quiet murmuring as the Ironborn problem was remembered.

"The new Lord Glover's family have been taken hostage in their own castle. We owe it to Lord Robett to free them." Forrester said. "He is my Liege Lord, it is my duty."

"Winterfell has also been taken. My brothers killed by a man I called brother. I promise you I will never forget the Ironborn." Robb told them all angrily.

"Then ask King Durran for his support." Roose Bolton offered. "We can't hold independence My Lords. I'm as angry at the Lannisters as the rest of you, but the Lannisters have no power anymore. Their Lord is a Baratheon boy dressed as a lion. Their armies have been annihilated by us. We've done what we set out to do."

"Aye." About a third of the room said.

"We should not go meekly back with our tails between our legs." Lord Umber told the room. "This war is still winnable."

"I want justice for my sons." Karstark spat. "I'll agree to your craven wishes Lord Bolton if it brings me Jaime Lannister's head. Nothing else."

The reminder of Lannister made Robb's face ache. His right cheek would forever be scarred with burn marks, and burns on his torso made it hard for him to move with as much agility as he could beforehand. Those would heal soon enough however. The room began arguing once more, and Robb let it go for a bit before he looked over at his Mother, who nodded at him. Knowing what to do, he stood up painfully, and the room fell silent.

"I have no wish to be craven. I have no wish to run with my tail between my legs." He said strongly, looking towards the smiling Umber and Karstark Lords. "But we won't do that, will we? We've won every battle! Decimated armies! Lannister men will fear us for generations!" The cheers accompanying his words were almost deafening. "Lord Umber spoke many words at my coronation, but some stick out more than others for me. 'lt was the dragons we bowed to and now the dragons are dead!' Well not anymore." The room fell silent as Robb pointed to his scarred face. "The Dragons are back, and they aren't on our side. We fought valiantly and I promise I won't let anybody in Westeros forget that! But Durran Baratheon isn't our true enemy. Our true enemy lie to the West, to the Iron Isles. I say we ask Baratheon for a peace, a fair peace that reflects our victories in battle, and then we ride North, we ride to Moat Cailin, and Winterfell, and the Stony Shore and Deepwood Motte. I say we kill every Ironborn fucker in the North, and then we bring down Pyke!"

The cheers roared out, even Lord Umber was among them. "Stark! Stark! Stark!"

Robb turned back to his Mother, who nodded and walked up to him as the cheering carried on. "Have I done the right thing?"

"Sansa will be back soon enough." Catelyn said. "The true problem is in the North, Robb. This is but a distraction, a costly distraction."

"Very well." Robb nodded. "Send for Uncle Edmure, I want him there too. I'll send the raven immediately."

The raven from Robb had come as a surprise, but it was a couple of days later that Durran decided to accept it. Varys' reports of the damage Dany had caused had proven that while it was a large dent in Robb Starks army, it wasn't big enough to be able to crush him outright. His council had advised, and Stannis agreed that they should meet, so long as the end result was Robb Stark bending the knee. A raven had been sent back to the Stark host, detailing him to be at Hayford Castle in a weeks' time with no more than 5,000 men.

The castle had a stream running by it, so Durran took his host of 5,000 men and camped them at the castle side of it, while letting the Northman come in and camp on the other side. As the Northmen poured in, all the men were kept on alert, and Durran was relieved that Robb was keeping the truce so far.

He stood halfway over the bridge that went over the stream and led into the castle, with Stannis to his side and Ser Barristan, Ser Balon and Ser Arys behind him. Sansa was also on the bridge, being guarded by a newly armoured Podrick Payne.

Robb Stark looked regal as he walked over the bridge with his direwolf and his small group. Durran recognised the banners of House Bolton, Umber and Karstark stood just behind him. He saw his Uncle too, being dragged by another tall man with the Umber sigil on his cloak. Robb and Durran moved forwards, so they were stood closely, face to face.

"Robb Stark." Durran said.

"Durran Baratheon." Robb countered. Grey Wind took that moment to start growling, although Durran took no notice. He just looked to the sky, where he saw that Dany was circling the air with her Dragons as instructed. Robb also noticed this, and stroked his wolf to calm him down.

"Thank you for coming." Durran said. "Our war has gone on long enough."

"Some of my men believe it hasn't gone on long enough." Robb countered again. "I won't be brought to peace meekly, Durran. I have terms."

"As do I." Durran said. "First though, boats with bread and salt have been sent for all of your men, and I expect them all to honour that." He nodded to the stream, and as he said, boats were being pushed to the other side.

"Guest right is welcome." Robb said, relaxing slightly. His eyes drifted to Sansa, and Durran noticed it.

"I see you've brought my Uncle. Shall we have, say, a few minutes with the other's hostages? Under guard of course." Durran offered, gesturing for Podrick to bring Sansa forward. Robb reciprocated, and the Umber man brought Jaime forward too. Durran watched as Sansa and Robb embraced tightly, and began speaking in hushed terms.

Durran made his way towards Jaime, and gave him a brief hug. "Nephew." Jaime smiled.

"Uncle. How have they been treating you?" Durran asked.

"Not as well as I'd like, but better the last couple of weeks." Jaime shrugged. "I saved the Stark boy's life in your Dragon attack."

"Aye I noticed his scars." Durran sighed. "Thank the Seven he's not more hurt."

"Yes, I'm lucky in that regard too. I was sorry to hear of your Uncle, and your Brother." Jaime said.

"I cannot mourn Joffrey, he caused all of this with his idiocy." Durran said sharply. "I still mourn Renly though, I'm just glad that we shall have you back soon. I know Mother has missed you terribly."

Jaime smiled at that. "I've missed her too. And Tyrion… what happened?"

Durran frowned. "The walls collapsed, he was in the wrong place. We've recovered the body and sent it to Casterly Rock. However briefly, he was Lord of the Rock and will be buried as such."

Jaime smiled sadly. "Thank you for that."

Durran nodded. Enough time had passed so he nodded to Podrick who brought Sansa away from Robb, and Jaime was pulled back towards the Northern camp. Durran pulled Pod to one side, letting another knight lead Sansa to her chambers inside Hayford Castle. "What was said?"

"Not a lot, just asking how she had been treated and talking about their family. Arya Stark is back at Sow's Horn." Pod explained.

"Really? Good." Durran nodded. "At least she's safe." He turned around and nodded back at Robb, who nodded back.

"We meet at high noon." Robb said. Durran nodded.

"I'll prepare the Hall in the castle appropriately." Durran told him. With that Robb and his host turned back to their camp, while Durran and his went inside the castle, readying themselves for the next day of peace talks.

The Hall in Hayford Castle was tense. On one side, sat Durran and some of his major Lords, with Stannis, Lord Tyrell and Lord Tarly among them. On the other, sat Robb Stark and his major Lords. Lord Tully, Umber, Karstark and Bolton were the ones Durran knew by name. Podrick Payne was sat separately, documenting everything.

Durran began. "I want to thank you all for coming, My Lords. Both sides have committed atrocities in this war, and the sooner it ends the sooner we can go about cementing peace in Westeros. I want to start by saying there can be no independence and both yourself and Lord Edmure must bend the knee. You cannot hope to stay independent and you cannot possibly live without the Reach's food supplies. To that end, I propose a match between the heir to the Reach Willas Tyrell and Sansa Stark."

The Northerners didn't look overly happy. "Sansa has been your hostage for two years, and now you want us to send her away again?" Robb asked, annoyed.

"There is no rush." Durran said. "I understand Sansa misses her home and her family. I propose a betrothal. They can wed in a few years if necessary, but a match between the North and the Reach helps tie the Kingdom's together, and gives you a healthy link with the Reach for future food supplies for the coming winter."

Robb thought about it, and leaned in to Lord Umber to whisper something. He turned back after a moment and said. "Two years. Sansa will remain in the North for two years and then she can wed your Tyrell heir."

Durran nodded, but looked at Mace Tyrell for confirmation, and the fat flower looked beaming. "Very well. Now, what do you want from me?"

"Recompense for the Riverlands." Robb said straight away. "The Lannisters burned, raped and raided much of my Uncle's lands. We want food to be brought in for all the holdfasts and we want coin to pay for the damages."

Durran nodded. "A fair request. Lord Tyrell, can you afford to feed the Southern Riverlands?"

Tyrell nodded. "I should think so, Your Grace."

"Then the food shall start being imported as soon as terms are signed." Durran said. "As for coin…"

"2 million dragons." Edmure stated. "The damage is extensive."

"2 million is too steep." Stannis said. "We have areas in need of repairs too. 1 million is as much as we can do, but we'd expect something in return."

"How about a marriage." Robb asked. "My Uncle Edmure is unwed."

"As is my daughter." Stannis said. "A Lady of the Stormlands is a suitable match for the Lord of the Trident."

Durran nodded. "If you agree, Lord Edmure, then you shall wed Lady Shireen when she turns 16." Edmure looked uncertain, and Durran knew why. Refusing to let it anger him he continued. "I can assure you there is no smarter, kinder Baratheon in the world. She will make you a fine wife."

Robb looked pointedly at Edmure, and whispered in his ear. Edmure shrugged in acceptance.

"I'll marry Lady Shireen, but I'd like to meet with her before we wed. If Lord Baratheon would accept, she can even foster at Riverrun, to better know the lands she will be living in." He offered.

Stannis had a think, and nodded. "When Shireen is 14 she will foster at Riverrun with a couple of other Stormlander girls to be decided later."

"Agreed." Edmure nodded. Durran was grateful this was going places.

"All of the bones and belongings of the Northman in your Father's retinue are still in the Red Keep. They shall be sent Northwards." Durran said. "One thing, however, I brought with me."

He nodded to Ser Barristan, who walked out of the room and came back in with a large Greatsword in a wolf pelt. Ser Barristan placed it on the table by Durran.

"Ice." Robb gasped.

"You shall have it back after you've signed." Durran said sternly.

Robb went next. "My advisors think it wise to ensure that no retrospective action can be taken upon us. So we want a marriage with the royal family. My first son and your first daughter."

Durran sucked in a breath. "You want hypothetical children as part of a peace treaty."

"Yes." Robb said. "Two centuries ago almost we were promised a Targaryen princess would wed a Stark. I would have that fulfilled." Durran thought about it. A match with the North would be useful, but he had planned on waiting to let his children have a say. Robb continued however. "If I'm to bend the knee, I want it on paper that we will unite our houses one day."

Durran turned to Stannis, who just nodded. "Very well." He said. "Podrick, write it down. Now, I want you to recommend me a Kingsguard member from the Riverlands."

Robb looked towards Edmure and spoke in hushed tones. They spoke back and forth for a while before Robb spoke back to Durran. "My future brother-by-law. Ser Perwyn Frey. He is a good man, and a fine knight."

Nodding, Durran said. "Send him to Ser Barristan after we have signed and we shall evaluate him. For now, Podrick, write that a member of the Kingsguard will be chosen by Lord Stark."

There were grumbles from the Northmen at the lack of Kingly title, but Robb wasn't fussed. "Other than all hostages to be returned without need of recompense, all I would ask for is your help in destroying the Ironborn."

Durran nodded, and got Podrick to write about the hostages. He looked to Lord Tarly to answer the other point. Lord Tarly said briskly. "We can spare the Redwyne and the Royal fleet to help you ferry your men, and we will provide 5,000 men. Is that enough?"

Robb nodded. "More than enough. If all my Lords accept?"

There were a few mumbles, but all of the Northern Lords agreed to the terms. Durran turned behind him and most of his Lords nodded too. Stannis leaned in to Durran however. "They're getting off fairly lightly." He whispered.

Durran whispered back. "He's lost his Father, and Brothers, he's lost his Grandfather too. I respect Robb Stark, if it were anyone else I'd be firmer but he's lost enough." Stannis nodded, but his lips remained tight. Durran stood up and poured two glasses of wine. He walked and handed one over to Robb. "With this, I hereby signal the end of the war between the North and the Crown!" He exclaimed. The pair clinked glasses and both took a swig, with many of the men in the room cheering.

The next morning, both Durran and Robb were stood before a table with the finished Treaty of Hayford. Stannis Baratheon read out the terms.

"With this treaty, betrothals have been announced between Lord Willas Tyrell of the Reach, and Lady Sansa Stark of the North. Lord Edmure Tully of the Trident, and Lady Shireen Baratheon of the Stormlands. The future daughter of King Durran Baratheon will marry the future heir to Winterfell. The Greatsword Ice and all the bodies of Northmen slain in King's Landing shall be returned to their homes. The Reach shall supply the Southern Riverlands with food to get through the coming winter, and the Westerlands shall pay 1 million gold dragons in recompense for the crimes of Lord Tywin Lannister. King Durran Baratheon will supply ships and men to aid Lord Robb Stark in his war against the traitor Balon Greyjoy. Ser Perwyn Frey will be admitted to the Kingsguard. Lord Robb Stark and Lord Edmure Tully shall bend the knee, and the North and Riverlands will re-join the Seven Kingdoms." Stannis called out.

Durran nodded. He walked over and signed the treaty, scribbling his name as neatly as he could. Robb soon followed in suit, scribbling his name next to Durran's. All the Lords of the Riverlands and the North that were there, or the chosen representatives of the Lords followed, until the bottom of the parchment was filled with signatures. When Stannis was happy, he rolled the parchment up and handed it to Podrick to keep safe. Durran stood regally in front of the Northmen.

"With peace agreed, I ask you all to bend the knee and reaffirm the pledges you made to my Father." He called. One by one, Northmen and Rivermen alike bent down on one knee and spoke their vows. Durran only had eyes for Robb however. When they finished the vows, Durran bid them to stand.

"Welcome back into the fold." He said to them all, feeling all stress lift from him for the first time in years.

That night, a feast was held to rival all feasts. Drinks were flowing, and men were laughing together when weeks before they were trying to kill one another. Durran sat in Lord Hayford's chair with Dany to his side and just looked around. He saw Sansa finally smiling of her own accord when talking to her Mother and Sister. He saw Robb looking happy speaking with Lord Umber. He also saw Jaime Lannister laughing with Ser Arys.

The main thing that caught his attention however was Ser Barristan staring intently at Arya Stark.

"Ser Barristan!" He called amusedly. "Have a drink, leave the poor Stark girl alone!"

"Durran!" Dany laughed, feeling tipsy from the wine. "Leave the brave knight be."

"I wasn't looking at the Stark girls, Your Grace." Ser Barristan said amusedly. "Rather the boy talking to Lady Arya."

"Who?" Durran asked. Ser Barristan pointed him out, and Dany gasped.

"There's two of you? Seven Hells…" She groaned. Durran burst out laughing.

"One of me is enough, My Queen." Durran grinned. He stood up and made his way over to the Stark sisters.

"Lady Sansa, I hope you're truly feeling happy this time." Durran said.

"I am, Your Grace, thank you." Sansa smiled.

"I can assure you the Queen will miss you, nobody else does her hair quite so well." Durran laughed. Sansa blushed, and Durran moved along. "Lady Catelyn, I'm very sorry about your loss. Rest assured, Joffrey is in the deepest of the Seven Hells."

"Thank you, Your Grace." Catelyn forced. Durran could tell she still wasn't comfortable with his family so he moved along again. "Lady Arya, how good to see you alive. You worried me for the longest time."

"I had help." She shrugged. "Gendry helped mostly." She pointed to the spitting image of Durran, but a little older.

"Gendry?" Durran asked.

"Me, Your Grace." The boy said.

"You look alike!" Arya cried.

"Arya!" Cat scolded.

"No, it's ok Lady Catelyn." Durran said. "We do. Who were your parents Gendry?"

"People die if they ask about my Parents, Your Grace." Gendry said solemnly. "The two Hands died."

"Lord Arryn and Lord Stark?" Durran guessed. "Then you're the bastard…"

"He's not a bastard!" Arya claimed angrily. She was scolded again.

"I didn't mean it badly." Durran said, holding his hands up. "I just meant Gendry here is the reason I'm King now and not Joffrey. Your Father found out who he really is."

"Who am I?" Gendry asked, angrily. "Don't I deserve to know?"

"Of course you do." Durran nodded. "Gendry, you're my half-brother. Your Father was King Robert Baratheon."

Gendry was shocked. His mouth gaped open, and he quickly fled the room. Durran turned to the Starks. "Please excuse me, I must go and speak to him."

Durran chased Gendry out of the castle. It was pouring down with rain and he was soon soaked through. He saw Gendry leant on the wall, panting heavily in anger.

"Gendry!" Durran called.

"All my life he was right there! I was in Fleabottom, why didn't he come and see me?" Gendry cried.

"He likely didn't know. I'm so sorry!" Durran said loudly over the rain, laying a hand on Gendry's shoulder. "I didn't know. If I did I would have come and found you sooner!"

"I'm a blacksmith! That's all. I can't be some King's son." Gendry cried out, tears rolling down his face as well as the rain.

"You can!" Durran called. "You come back to King's Landing with me, you get to know me and my siblings! I'll make sure you lead a full, and happy life! I'll get you a knighthood, and a keep, and everything you could ever want! You're my Brother I see that!"

"I don't deserve it." Gendry said angrily, shaking Durran off. Durran wasn't to be deterred though, and pushed back.

"You saved Arya Stark's life! The North owe you a debt! I owe you a debt! If she had died then this peace likely would never happen!" Durran shouted. "Come back to the capital with me, please!"

Gendry looked at Durran, anger turning to hurt. "Why didn't he know?" He asked weakly before collapsing to the ground. Durran sat down beside him, and the pair stayed sat down in the rain for what seemed like ages, just sitting together.

The next morning, the camps were packed up and Durran was sat on his horse waiting to leave. Gendry had decided to come with the King, and was saying his final goodbyes to Arya. Robb Stark came over to Durran.

"The ships will be sent up as soon as I am back in King's Landing. I'll send them to Seagard." Durran said.

"Thank you." Robb nodded. "And Thank you for looking after Sansa."

"She's an innocent." Durran said. "Joffrey made her suffer enough."

"Curse him." Robb said, spitting on the ground. Durran nodded, and held out his hand.

"Enjoy your wedding." Durran grinned, and Robb groaned.

"I'll have to get married when I get to the Twins." He told himself.

"Do you know who you'll pick?" Durran teased. Robb chuckled.

"I'm not sure. I've heard good things about a Roslin though…" He trailed off. "Anyway, I'll speak to Olyvar about it."

"Pick a good one. If my daughter is to marry your son he better be better looking than you." Durran grinned. Robb barked out a laugh and nodded.

"Until the next time, Your Grace." Robb said.

"Give the Ironborn hell." Durran said, and Robb nodded before turning back to his camp.

Gendry was done, and had gotten on his horse by the time Robb was gone. Making sure everyone was ready, Durran turned his horse Southwards, leading his retinue back towards King's Landing to enjoy the newfound peace.

So the title of the chapter is a nod to Robb and Durran and both their House words. I couldn't think of anything better and I know it's not actually anything to do with Winter and Fury but ah well.

This pretty much wraps up the first arc of the story. I'll probably briefly mention the War in the Iron Islands but Durran himself won't be focusing on that. New threats are coming and I'm excited to write them.

Robb told Edmure "At least she's not a Frey." When discussing the marriage with Shireen.

I know many of you will be annoyed that the Starks got off lightly, but honestly Durran knew Robb had suffered enough, and he felt bad about the Dragon burning half of his army. This way they both gain things in the peace. The main thing Durran wanted is Robb to bend the knee and he did that.

Let me know what you think in the reviews, or by PM's. If you need an answer urgently I'd recommend PMing as I always have my phone on me to answer them quickly. A review I'm not sure when I'm going to answer because I really don't know when I'm going to write another chapter.

Reviews:

Shini Kurogane: He's not exactly calm at the worst of times either!

Bladewolf101: The only way I see her manipulating Dany is into converting to R'hllor.

EXOKaiKokoBop: No. I'll only kill off characters if the situation allows and I have no further use for them in the story. Robb still has a very important role to play.

EternalKnight219: You read my mind. I hope the outcome here is to your liking.

LordVanderburgh: Every unbeaten battle commander has to start somewhere, against more experienced commanders so that point isn't really overly relevant. If you don't like the way the story is going, then I'm sorry but all you can really do is stop reading. I have a clear plan and that involves Robb Stark being alive.

Hail King Cerion: I'm not too worried, it's just funny seeing all of the reviews begging for Robb to get his ass handed to him when honestly, that's not his character pre-Talisa/Jeyne. Durran was angry yes, but even though she undermined him he is still appreciative of her efforts. I loved writing Jaime, it was the first scene I wrote as I was so excited to write it.

jgs237: The burning and destruction of half of his army was enough for Robb to see sense. He covered himself in glory with his war, but the Dragons just bring a new element that he is unprepared for. That's a good idea actually about Cersei I hadn't thought of that. Dorne will be involved very soon.

trollzor69: I've done a lot of thinking about that and I've come to a conclusion in my plan. I won't say what I've decided yet though.

kira444 (chapter 3): A Game of Vengeance and Justice is one of the best Game of Thrones fics out there in my eyes. I'm not a fan of the Baratheon OC/Arya pairing but he did it justice, even if she seems too grown up and older than she should be in places the entire story is worked out very, very well. The second part with the short stories I also loved.

Enclave ranger: He does, but they've been a bit busy fighting wars and the like to be under the bedsheets.