I'm finding writing while half watching the games of the World Cup really helpful, and I believe it's adding to my productivity. As an Englishman I'm also quite ecstatic at how my nation are performing, so don't expect any updates on the days or day after that they play.

I haven't really got much to say other than that, so just enjoy the chapter if you can! I own nothing but Durran and other OC's in this story.

The day after the sentencing, Daenerys was escorted by her sworn sword Ser Perwyn of the Kingsguard down towards the Black Cells. In her hands she held a loaf of bread and some wine, and she was nervous. The gaoler escorted her to Viserys' cell, and unlocked the door. Ser Perwyn took the torch, as the fire from the torch filled the room. She saw her brother flinch at the light, holding his arm above his eyes as he got used to it.

"So, finally my sweet sister comes to see me." He said croakily.

She held out the wine and bread. "I brought you some food." She said, placing it on the ground by his feet. She stepped backwards, and watched as he gingerly took the goblet. Not taking a sip, she sighed. "Do you really think he'd poison you after promising the entire city a spectacle?"

"His Father had babies murdered, I wouldn't put it past him." Viserys snarled. Nonetheless he took a sip, quenching his thirst before taking a bite from the bread.

"King Robert was blinded by rage, and he did evil things with that rage." Dany replied calmly. "But Durran isn't like that."

"Isn't he?" Viserys grinned. "His treatment of Plankytown won't be the last I reckon. No, he'll need to make an example out of Dorne. Out of poor, crippled Prince Doran."

"All Kings have to be cruel." Dany shook her head. "It's the balance that needs to be right."

"His family locked you up!" Viserys screamed, and Dany recoiled at the rage in his violet eyes. "I thought you'd died for 12 years! They kept you locked away in a cage, hidden in the belly of the castle! How can you defend those monsters!"

Ser Perwyn had unsheathed his sword an inch, but Dany held her hand out to stop him. "Robert locked me away, yes. But Robert is dead. Stannis saved my life and always made sure I was comfortable. Varys taught me my lessons and my languages, and Durran was my friend. Do I wish Mother had survived? Yes. But for that to happen we would have had to go into exile, and while the start was rough, I wouldn't change my life, Viserys."

"Our Father would spit at the sight of you." Viserys growled.

"Our Father was an evil man." Dany replied strongly. "And I can see that you are no better. You have the same madness about you, that glint in your eye that tells me you're unstable."

Viserys began cackling with laughter. "You and I are not that different then. Only a madwoman would walk into fire, only a madwoman would rely on the council of a Priestess of R'hllor."

Dany shook her head. "Don't pretend like you know me."

"And don't pretend like you know them." Viserys growled. "As my own blood, I offer you this advice before I die. Banish her. Those people only serve their own purpose, they care about nobody but themselves. Sooner or later, she will prove that to you."

Dany scowled at Viserys. "You told my husband that you would rape me underneath his head. You told him that I would choose you. Hear me now, Viserys. I would never choose you. You're a vile, bitter madman and you will die soon knowing that the future of House Targaryen will be known by the name of Baratheon. You've failed. All your efforts have been wasted."

With that, she turned around and went to leave the cell, but not before her brother's smug voice called out to her. "Don't be so sure."

While Daenerys was with her brother, Durran had been forced to sit in his Mother's chambers as the rest of his family made a huge fuss over him. It was his 17th name day, and he was being showered with gifts.

Jaime had given him a slender black sword belt to fit his new Valyrian Steel sword in, while Stannis had shown him the plans that were underway for a brand-new warship which Durran was happy about, the Sceptre still hadn't been truly replaced. From Tommen, or Cersei Durran truly predicted, came a lion engraved goblet made of gold and lined with rubies. 'Extravagant' was the word Durran had used, but he appreciated it all the same. Myrcella and Shireen had clubbed together and had some fine clothes made for him, which they had forced him to put on for the day. His favourite present, however, came from his Mother.

She had waited until last, and had Ser Balon bring it in. Everyone gasped, as they recognised the item. Durran stood slowly, not believing it.

"Is that…" Durran asked.

"Robert's own Warhammer?" Stannis was surprised. "I thought that was lost."

Cersei took a sip of wine. "It was found buried in the armoury under all manner of insignificant weapons. My cousin Tyrek found it and had it brought to me, so I had it touched up a bit, to make it fit for a King."

"Mother… I…" Durran was lost for words. Cersei stood up and tiptoed up to kiss his cheek.

"No words need saying. This year has made me realise what a fool I was for years to you, to all three of you." She looked towards Myrcella and Tommen. "Joffrey… I can see now how I treated him over you, and I apologise."

Durran could see Stannis pursing his teeth, but a hand on the arm from Stefan kept the elder Baratheon quiet. Myrcella smiled at her Mother and said. "You are forgiven Mother."

"Yes." Durran said. "All that, it's in the past. With the end of this war I want us all to look to the future, starting with Myrcella's wedding."

The girl in question groaned, but the jovial reactions from the others alleviated that. "Have you spoken to Lord Dayne yet?" Jaime asked.

Myrcella nodded. "We had a walk around the gardens after the announcement. Escorted by Ser Arys of course!" She said at her Mother's glare. Durran chuckled.

"He's a fine man, fought well in the battle and without him our losses would have been even greater at Blackhaven. You couldn't do much better." The King said.

"Even if he isn't Robb Stark." Tommen joked, earning a soft slap on the arm from his sister.

"Tommen!" Myrcella cried, as laughter rang around the room.

Durran grinned. "Even if he isn't Stark. But this union is more vital than that, Myrcella you are going to be the jewel of Dorne, your beauty unrivalled and your brain unmatched. They will love you as one of their own in time, I promise."

Silence fell slowly around the table, until Jaime held his goblet out. "To Myrcella."

"Myrcella." They all called out.

They finished the feast and Stannis, Stefan and Shireen left to prepare the two youngest for their trips to Storm's End and Riverrun respectively, and Durran asked his Mother to accompany him. With a guard, they made their way down to the Sept of Baelor, with Durran stopping to talk to the people every now and then, showing off his daughter and giving leftovers where he could.

When they reached the huge building, they both found their way to Joffrey's crypt once more laying a reef of flowers at its base. "You choose to see him more now than you wanted to when he was alive." Cersei noted.

"He's less cruel dead." Durran said bluntly. He noticed Cersei recoil, and added. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't speak ill of the dead."

"No, he was cruel." Cersei sighed. "But he was still my son. You have a child now, you understand."

Durran nodded, noting the 5-month-old in his arms. "Elle." He said softly, grabbing her attention. "This is your Uncle, Joffrey." He showed her the statue, and Elaenor's eyes grew wide, before trying to grab at the statue. "He wasn't a nice man, but he was family, and we should always look after family." He turned to see Cersei tearing up, and he reached a free hand out to hold his Mother's hand. "No matter their crimes, we should always help and love them."

"War has made you wise." She smiled. "Trust no-one but our own."

"No Mother." Durran went to correct. "Trust those that show they deserve your trust." He turned back to the statue of Joffrey, looking more regal than he ever did alive. "I'm going to have to take a page out of Grandfather's book for Dorne. I have to fully destroy House Martell, don't I?"

Cersei nodded. "You should have destroyed House Stark for their betrayal. To let two Houses off lightly would show your enemies that you are forgiving. Robert was forgiving, and House Greyjoy attempted a rebellion for that. A family like the Martell's, that would send a message that you are to be feared."

"It's one extreme to the next." Durran chuckled.

"It's the bed you made when you let off Stark with a marriage and a slap on the wrist." Cersei told him. "You cannot make that mistake again."

Durran shook his head, cradling Elaenor once more. They said their goodbyes to Joffrey, and walked out of the Sept. Durran remembered that this is where Ned Stark had died, and stopped. Cersei turned around to question him.

"The crowd, when it happened here." He said, making her aware of his meaning. "They loved it, yes?"

Cersei looked ashamed. "Yes, as soon as the crimes were known they were out for blood."

"They're so… so fickle." Durran said, disgusted. "But that's what we need when Viserys is executed, we need them loud, we need them cheering at his demise. I want you to send out word that the first 1000 people at the Dragonpit on the day of the Execution will get to watch."

"Me?" Cersei asked.

"Yes." Durran nodded. "If you can manage to turn an entire city against the honourable Ned Stark, you can build up a city's anticipation for this."

It's safe to say that the agreement Robb and Jon had made with the King Beyond the Wall did not go down well with the majority of the commanders of Castle Black. The pair immediately sought out Maester Aemon, who was already with Thorne, Janos Slynt, and another man that Robb didn't know. The Maester remained quiet, but Janos Slynt was the most vocal.

"There's no surprise that the sons of a traitor would become traitors themselves!" He exclaimed. "The King Beyond the Wall is our enemy and you would treat with him without our knowledge?"

"Yes." Robb said simply. "Because the main thing I've discovered since being at Castle Black is that most of you are fools. You would all rather die at the hands of 100,000 than to make that number an ally."

"We have been enemies with the Wildlings for thousands of years, Lord Stark." Thorne said accusingly. "Your own family have helped kill enough of them throughout those years."

Robb nodded. "Aye, we have when the Watch called for aid, just as we did here. I can also assure you that the intentions of Mance Rayder was significantly different to those of Gendel and Gorne, of Bael the Bard or of Raymun Redbeard. Mance Rayder is looking to save 100,000 lives, we can't ignore this."

"And you believe a deserter?" Slynt mocked. "Typical of a traitor's son."

"I believe him over the complaints of a craven." Robb argued.

"Lies! How dare you call me craven! I was the Commander of the City Watch!" Slynt cried.

"And now you're here." Jon countered. "You mustn't have been very good at your job."

"Jon." Robb warned, before turning back to Slynt. "The King told me about you, he told me that you were one of those that betrayed my Father, and caused his death. If anyone is a traitor here, Slynt."

Janos Slynt rose to his feet angrily. "I will not sit here and listen to this!"

"Then stand and listen to it, it will make no difference." Aemon said calmly. "We are a group of familial enemies here, but other than Lord Stark we are men of the Night's Watch and now have no families. We are the shield that guards the realms of men."

"And letting 100,000 savages that would kill us all is protecting the realm?" The other man asked.

"Not letting them through when all they want to do is hide behind the Wall is worse." Jon argued.

Thorne shook his head. "They'll betray us as soon as we open the gates. Has your Wildling whore corrupted you so much Bastard that you would let your brothers die?"

Robb lay his hand on Jon's arm, calming him down. "I saw the aftermath of the Fist, Sam saw the army and later killed a Walker. They are real."

"You'd trust Tarly? The boy is a coward." Thorne scoffed.

"He fought bravely on the ground by my side in the face of Wildling attackers." Robb countered. "My men vouch for his courage."

Aemon added. "And he is no liar. If Samwell Tarly was scared enough to bring a Wildling mother and babe to Castle Black knowing full well the consequences, he must have seen something worth the risks."

"I've seen them too." Jon reminded them. "The White Walkers are back. If we don't want to all die at their hands, we must aid the Free Folk."

"Even so, Lord Snow." Thorne said. "We cannot order such without the command of a Lord Commander."

Robb looked at Jon, who looked gutted. "Is this true?"

Maester Aemon nodded. "A declaration of this magnitude… yes. A Lord Commander is needed."

Robb stood at that moment. "The Night's Watch is outside of my jurisdiction, but the people of the North will be the first affected by whatever you decide. Let them through peacefully and we can coexist and band together when this threat comes. Refuse, and they will slaughter you all with the sheer numbers. I have given you seven days, as Warden of the North I urge you to come to a decision before that time, or more men will die."

"I shall send the ravens tonight, Lord Stark." Aemon said. "It is high time we anointed the 998th Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.

As the King and Queen were catching their breath after another 'birthday gift' for Durran on the night of his name day, Daenerys snuggled into his warm body, sighing with content.

"Wow…" Durran grinned.

"I've missed it too." She sighed happily. "You're not allowed to go to war without me again."

Durran laughed aloud, the alcohol hitting him. "As my Queen commands. There shouldn't be another war anyway, not if Stark has dealt with the threat in the North."

"I can always go and check." Dany shrugged. "I've not flown Rhaellar for a while and she could use a stretch of her wings."

"It would take too long." Durran shook his head. "No, unless Robb calls for us it's his job to deal with the problem and the letter you showed me made it seem like it had been dealt with."

Dany nodded, before looking over at the Warhammer in the corner of the room. "So, you said that's King Robert's Warhammer?" She asked nervously.

"Yes." Durran nodded, noting her odd expression, before realisation hit him. "Oh fuck. I'm so sorry, I didn't realise…"

"No, it's ok." Dany waved off. "I know weapons are to kill, I mean Blackfyre alone has killed hundreds, if not thousands of people. I just find it strange… that hammer killed my brother."

Durran immediately rose and picked the object up after putting a golden robe on. Opening the door slightly he found his Uncle. "Ser Jaime, can you take this to the armoury?" He asked.

"Your door…" Jaime began.

"I'll be fine for twenty minutes." Durran waved off. "I have Fury with me, go."

Jaime nodded and took the weapon, leaving Durran to shut and lock the doors. Turning back to Dany he saw her sitting up and brushing her extremely long silver hair. "Thank you." She whispered.

"Here, let me." Durran said, sitting behind her and taking the brush from her hands. He weaved it through her hair softly.

"Mmm." She moaned slightly, causing Durran to grin. "So, tell me. What are you calling your ship?"

Durran thought for a moment. "Princess Elaenor's Elegance." He answered. "So that even when she marries Robb's heir, a reminder of her station will always be there."

He could sense Dany smiling, and leant down to kiss her head gently before resuming the brushing. They were silent for a brief moment, before Dany said. "I spoke with Viserys today."

Durran stopped in his tracks. "Ser Perwyn told me." He answered.

"He's mad." She sighed. "I had hoped to find him better, but the Black Cells have made him worse than you told me."

"What did he say?" Durran asked.

Dany turned around to face him, and Durran was trying his best not to ogle her bare body. "He thinks my Father was a saint. He thinks I'm mad for keeping Melisandre around, he… he thinks you're going to be tyrannical."

Shaking his head amused. "The fact he holds King Aerys in esteem tells it all, Dany. I promise you, you aren't your Father, you aren't Viserys. You are kind, you are generous and you are the best Queen I could wish for. Ignore him, he's a bitter man."

Dany nodded. "I know, and I don't believe him, not really."

"Good." Durran nodded, cupping her face gently.

"But, I need to know why he is considered truly evil Durran. I know about the Starks, and that is cruel, but that doesn't seem to be the worst of it? I can see it in people's eyes I am judged by his standards. Ser Jaime refuses to tell me why he truly killed him and I need to know." She exclaimed.

Durran was shocked. "How do you know about the Starks?" He asked.

"Stannis told me." She said bluntly. "I wish you had."

"I thought it best to spare you the truth." Durran admitted. "I wasn't there, and anything that came from my mouth would have just been the bias I grew up with. I'm sorry."

Dany smiled quickly. "I know, I don't blame you I promise. I just… I need to know what my parents were like, I need to be better."

Durran nodded, and had a thought. "Hold on a moment. Put a gown on." He told her.

"Am I not beautiful enough for you?" Dany asked cheekily.

Durran growled. "You're too beautiful, I don't want to share you."

Dany laughed, and put on her robe as Durran opened the door once more to find Jaime just settling in to his post again.

"Your Grace… am I to perform another errand?" The knight asked, annoyed.

"No, Uncle. I… I want you to tell us about the Sack of King's Landing. The honest story." Durran sighed. "I apologise if you don't want to but…"

"The Queen wishes to know about her family." Jaime sighed.

"Yes." Durran nodded.

He could see that Jaime was uncomfortable, but thankfully the knight nodded. "Very well. I've not spoken about it at all though, forgive me if I'm not a great story teller."

Durran clasped his hand on Jaime's armoured shoulder. "Your honesty means more to me than anything."

Jaime nodded, and followed Dany into the room where she had poured out three glasses. Jaime took one of wine and downed it all, before pouring himself another. Turning to the couple, he sighed. "I was young when I was appointed to the Kingsguard, and I only did it to be rid of Lysa Tully and to be closer to your Mother." He nodded to Durran, sensing there was no need for half-truths. "King Aerys was cruel, even before the Starks he wasn't there in his mind, but once he had murdered Lord Stark and Brandon Stark, it grew worse. Every burning he would visit the Queen, and even though I wanted to help her and guard her too, I was told that we couldn't from him."

"If I ever look like I'm a danger to Dany, stop me." Durran said, his face growing white. "That's an order."

"Your Grace." Jaime nodded. "Anyway, once Connington lost the Battle of the Bells his new Hand, Lord Qarlton Chelsted, he tried to convince the King to surrender. The King ordered him burnt alive and visited your Mother again. I can still hear her screams."

Dany was in silent tears, but Jaime kept going. "That was when you were conceived though, and no matter his cruelty, the thought of you always brought Queen Rhaella happiness." Jaime insisted. "I promise you, Your Grace. Your Mother would be undeniably proud of who you have become."

"She would?" Dany asked vulnerably.

"Of course." Durran whispered, holding her close.

Jaime continued. "I was kept behind to stop my Father from joining Robert of course, but when Rhaegar died and Ned Stark marched on the city Lord Tywin got there first, and Pycelle convinced Aerys to open the gates for him, and when the sacking started, I was ordered to bring Aerys my Father's head."

Durran didn't know most of this, and he listened on in shock. "I'd heard of a failsafe while with the King, and I heard that the master pyromancer Rossart was with Aerys then. Knowing something awful was due to happen, I went to stop them. I killed the pyromancer, and found Aerys alone on the Throne whispering 'burn them all' repeatedly. When he noticed me, he asked if the blood was my Father's and I told him the truth."

"Burn them all?" Dany asked.

"I never found out what he meant." Jaime admitted. "He ran then, and I stopped him by slashing his throat. I had to, or whatever he meant would have been done by some other gullible fool."

He grew silent then, and Durran went forwards and hugged him. "If someone would have known…"

"Ned Stark judged me guilty from the moment he saw Aerys body." Jaime spat. "There was no point, I was already 'Kingslayer' by then."

Dany wiped her eyes, and looked towards Jaime with a new-found respect. "He was going to destroy the city, just to win?" She asked.

"Yes, Your Grace." Jaime bowed his head.

Dany took her time, but responded. "Then you saved a million lives that day, Ser. By killing the King, you saved everybody out there."

Jaime was surprised, but nodded. "I suppose so, I was just putting my duty as a knight before my duty to him."

"And I forgive you." Dany said, causing Durran to reel back in surprise. "On behalf of House Targaryen, I forgive you."

Jaime had a tear in his eye, and fell to a knee. "Your Grace…"

"No words, Ser." Dany smiled. "It must have been hard telling me that, but I thank you for it."

Durran was thinking about Aerys' last words. "Burn them all… how? How could he do that before he was cornered by Lannisters?"

Jaime had no idea, but Dany's eyes widened. "Where did Tyrion get the wildfire from?"

"They were hidden in underground tunnels kept safe by the pyromancers." Durran answered, not understanding."

"Get Varys." Dany ordered Jaime.

"Why?" Durran asked.

"When he was teaching me lessons, he explained that the castle has secret tunnels within that have been forgotten about, that would allow you to get anywhere unnoticed." Dany began. "What if the city has some as well?"

Durran's eyes lit up with recognition. "And if King Aerys knew about them…"

"He could have lined the tunnels with Wildfire." Dany finished, causing the hairs on Durran's arms to stand upright in fear. Nodding to Jaime, Durran repeated his wife's order.

"Get Varys, we'll need him."

Cersei had spread the word well, and outside the Dragonpit people were gathered in their thousands. A podium had been raised just behind the execution block, and Durran was sat with Dany to his left sat underneath the Baratheon and Targaryen banners, showing a sign of unity. Viserys' personal banner was raised slightly by the execution block, a golden dragon on black instead of the red one.

A screech came from the sky, as Rhaellar flew above alone.

"I feel bad, locking the other two up." Dany sighed.

Durran nodded. "I understand, but we cannot risk Viserys somehow managing to bond with one and escaping."

"As soon as this is over with, then they can be freed." Stannis said to Durran's right, quieter than usual after Stefan had needed to travel back to the Stormlands a couple of days earlier.

Dany nodded, but Durran could still see that she was uncomfortable. "You don't need to be here." He whispered to her.

"Yes, I do." She replied bluntly. Durran saw Ser Ilyn Payne, still the King's Justice, walking towards the podium.

"Are we ready?" He asked the mute. Ser Ilyn nodded once. "Fetch him then."

Payne walked off to fetch Viserys, as the noise from the crowd was going as their excitement increased. Durran noticed Ser Perwyn behind Dany's chair whispering in her ear.

"Keep an eye on him personally." Dany whispered, and Ser Perwyn nodded and left.

"Everything alright?" Durran asked.

"Aelyx is a bit restless." Dany said, worry clear in her eyes. Durran was concerned. "He's secure, don't worry." She added.

"Let's just get this over with." Stannis said. "The sooner he is dead the quicker we can stop worrying he's going to escape with a dragon somehow."

Durran nodded, and stood up, raising his arm to hush the crowd, who dutifully fell silent. "People of King's Landing!" He shouted. "Today we put an end to this needless war. Viserys Targaryen thought he could put himself on the Iron Throne and call himself King, but thanks to the brave men of Westeros his plan to resume the tyranny of the Mad King failed! Tomorrow is a new year, and it will bring newfound peace and prosperity to the entirety of Westeros!"

Applause rang around the Dragonpit, until silence fell again and Durran continued. "The Seven were truly with us at Summerhall, and there, at a site of Targaryen history, they made their will known that House Baratheon are the Seven's chosen to sit on the Iron Throne! With the birth of the Princess, House Targaryen and House Baratheon have truly unified, and the only man that disagreed failed in his attempts to see this prosperous partnership broken."

Viserys was brought out from underneath the Dragonpit at that moment, and boos and all manner of curses rang through the Dragonpit. Durran looked down at Dany to see how she was handling the jeering towards her Brother, and the Queen just looked on, her eyes steely and her hands clenched on the arms of the chair. Durran turned back to see Ser Ilyn lead the prisoner to the block, facing Viserys towards Durran. "Viserys of House Targaryen." Durran began. "Your crimes are well known, and your treason has been judged by the Seven. I pray that the Seven care for your soul and in the afterlife, you can repent for your sins. Today though, your treasonous cause dies."

Durran nodded towards Ser Balon Swann who was also by the block, who took a burning torch off of a guard and walked over towards the hanging banner of Viserys, setting the cloth aflame. Durran waited until the cheers from the crowd died down before he spoke again. "I vow to each and every one of you that no pretender shall ever defeat the might of House Baratheon, and they shall meet the same end if they dare to try. Ser Ilyn, bring me his head."

The roars of approval almost deafened Durran, and he watched on, leaning on the bannister as Viserys was forced to his knees and his head placed on the block by a pair of Baratheon guardsmen. Ser Ilyn placed his executioners hood on and unsheathed his greatsword. Setting himself, Ser Ilyn raised the greatsword, before bringing it down sharply. Durran internally cheered at the sound of the sword cleaving through skin and bone, but had to give off an impression of sombreness for the crowd. A faint roar could be heard underneath their feet, and Durran turned around quickly to see that it had alarmed Dany too. The crowd were too busy celebrating to care though, and Durran took a step towards his wife.

"Go and see him, you can calm him down." He whispered. Dany nodded, and made a public showing of kissing Durran on the cheeks before being escorted below to see her dragon. Durran turned back to the crowd in time to see Ser Balon raising the severed head of Viserys Targaryen to show the cheering masses, dripping with blood.

"It's over." Stannis said from behind him.

"Not yet." Durran said. "We still need to bring Dorne to heel."

So, there we are, Viserys is dead. I know a lot of you expected some form of escape but realistically Durran would have had security too tight for any form of escape to be possible. The reaction of the dragon will be important in the future though. Yes, he was agitated because Viserys was dying, but he was never going to bond with Viserys.

Dany also knows the full reasoning of why Jaime killed her Father as well, and has forgiven him. This is really down to how she's been brought up by the Baratheon's and Varys over what she is like in canon. She always knew her Father wasn't a kind man being on the 'rebel' side of things, but being brought up like she has she's more sympathetic towards the Baratheon cause.

As for the Wall plot, well they will soon choose a Lord Commander. The ravens have been sent, and it will be decided in a couple of chapters I believe.

I'm not overly happy with the execution scene but I can't find a way to improve it, and it got everything I wanted across.

Please let me know what you think!

Next chapter: Stefan returns to Storm's End to a surprise, and Durran's orders on how to treat the Dornish are put in to action.

Reviews:

lagoon childe: Doran is the only legitimate, but the three Sand Snakes are there too, with Ellaria.

Many Faced Mage: The Ironborn are pretty much done with, there's no true need for an on-page scene with them.

trollzor: There are only three in the story, as there are only three in the show.

Riverdog: I thought about it, but Viserys already made his thoughts on any Baratheon clear, so Durran wouldn't have risked anything.

Bobby B: I was tempted, but it seemed too unrealistic.

Archangel12575: He's grown up a lot I think, from being pressured into the Kingship and the arrogance gained from winning battles, to actively trying to bring two bitter enemies to peace.

Lightningscar: Simply a case of the Wildlings being outnumbered, and Tormund wouldn't have surrendered. Yes, Harvest Hall is the seat of House Selmy. I had thought about it, but it would just be really convenient and I can't see where it would lead to. His army is all but gone, Dorne won't help him now so he'd be all on his own. There will be some more to his story in a few chapters time however, and Aelyx's reaction may make sense at the end of the story.

maifa: An interesting idea, but Viserys wouldn't align himself with the very thing that seems to want to kill all living things.