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Warning: strong language & not so subtle references to incest.


Chapter 4

Rhaegar was seated on the Iron Throne; dressed in black with red at the collar of his neck and the sleeves; a simple golden circlet adorned his head. He was having a new crown fashioned in time for the coronation and he could not bring himself to don the one his father used to favor. He smiled ruefully, of all the things to think about on today of all days, the adornments for his head is the last thing he should be focused on. Oberyn and Ashara, along with Ashara's daughter, arrived in King's Landing.

Ser Gerold, the Lord Commander of his Kingsguard, dressed in resplendent white, stood to his right. Elia was seated on a gilded chair to his left. She was wearing a red gown with a black broach, in the shape of a dragon, with orange eyes, attached at the shoulder. Today was the happiest he had seen her in a long while. Though she loved her both her brothers, Oberyn was closer to her in age and it was no secret she adored her brother. Ashara was her dearest friend, they were as close as sisters, and they were parted under ugly circumstances.

Ser Arthur, the Sword of the Morning, garbed like his brother, stood on Elia's left, looking no less happy. Arthur loved his sister fiercely and he regarded Oberyn very highly. Rhaegar winced inwardly. He wished he could share their enthusiasm. While he liked Oberyn and Ashara well enough and knew the pair would be eager to his wife and Arthur again, but, he could not delude himself into thinking they would be happy to see him. Oh, he was certain they wouldn't, for Elia and Arthur's sakes, and because he was the King of Westeros, publically berate him, yet, he could not imagine they would be more than civil. He expected nothing untoward, yet, this was the Red Viper and Ashara was hardly shy.

The new servant announcing the group broke his reverie. As they were ushered into the throne room by Ser Jaime Rhaegar and Elia rose. Rhaegar grasped his wife's hand and she turned to him smiling, but, saying nothing. Her expression brightened as she turned her attention to the newly arrived party. The Prince simply nodded his head in greeting, while his eyes bored into Rhaegar's. Rhaegar was pleased to note the absence of visible weaponry on the Prince's person. Ashara curtsied as deeply as having a young girl in her arms allowed and as protocol required; no more than that. The dark-haired little girl said nothing but her eyes looked around curiously.

Rhaegar spoke first, "Welcome, to King's Landing, Brother, Lady Ashara, and Lady Alya. It warms us to see that you are well. I hope your journey proved non-taxing." Oberyn spoke, "The journey was fine, Brother." The tone was as warm as expected. Rhaegar saw Elia's smile slipped a bit and Ser Gerold and Ser Jaime shared a look while their spines stiffened. Rhaegar turned to Ashara who decided to speak first, a simple, "Your Graces" and then she turned her daughter to Rhaegar "Alya, dear, greet Their Graces". The girl obeyed but quickly turned her attention to the dragon skulls still littering the hall.

Elia let go of her husband's hand to step forward to embrace her brother. They spoke in low voices, and something must have been said about Rhaegar because Oberyn glanced at back at him briefly before nodding in agreement to his sister. Oberyn looked disgruntled but resigned. Rhaegar watched as she and Ashara embraced and as Elia cooed over the child, who had the look of a Stark though she had Ashara's eyes.

Arthur, after a simple, "My Prince" directed towards Oberyn, stepped forward to embrace his sister. Arthur turned his delighted attention to his niece. Rhaegar watched as Ashara and Elia discussed how wonderful it was to see each other after so long. Soon enough talking was going rather well, at least until the subject turned to the topic of the children.

Ashara having known Viserys and Rhaenys well, though having not seen them since she was dismissed from King's Landing by Aerys, was curious about how they fared in King's Landing.

Elia was all smiles as she relayed information, "Viserys is taking lessons with the Maester; nothing too strenuous, but, the lad is always curious about Targaryen history. The dear lad always enjoys an audience so Rhaenys went along. She's become very much his shadow. Which reminds me brother, since he heard of your coming, he wishes for you to show him how to use the spear. He is at that age where trying to keep shiny weapons away is nearly impossible." Oberyn glanced amusedly at his sister while acquiescing.

Elia beaming, resumed talking about the children, "Aegon is growing so fast; the very picture of health and starting to speak somewhat. Daenerys, the dear girl is quite sweet. She takes after her mother." Elia looked rather sad as she said this and Ashara nodded; the former Queen had been very good to them both.

Elia continued, "Jon is a rather quiet child, as well. Rhaenys for all her shyness is quite glad to have a brother who is, likewise, dark of hair and Viserys seems to enjoy the prospect of having more young ones to order about." She halted as she noticed the beginnings of a frown on Oberyn's face.

Ser Jaime, seemingly ignoring the change in the atmosphere, broke the silence which permeated the hall, "My Queen, Maester Pycelle probably sent the Prince and the Princess along to the nursery by now. Surely they would love to see Lady Ashara again."

Elia smiled a bit, though it was easy to see the smile was forced. Though she did not look in his direction, she took her husband's hand and squeezed it before letting go, "Quite right, Ser Jaime. Come, my dearest friend."

Ashara poked her daughter in the stomach to incite a giggle, "Come, my dear, let's leave the boring talk and we can see some new friends, hmm?" At the young girl's shy nod, Ashara turned to walk towards the door. While Ashara made her way to the door Oberyn's frown deepened completely while Rhaegar and the three members of the Kingsguard tensed. Elia caught her brother's eye and shook her head at her brother as if to say, 'Please, this is not the time'. Even though Oberyn's expression softened the rest party still looked at one another uncomfortably. Ser Gerold's hand nearest to his sword's sheath twitched slightly as if in anticipation of something. Elia for the last time looked between her brother and equally tense husband with an expression which could only be a mix of pleading, exasperation, and unease. After sending a look to Ser Jaime, who responded with an imperceptible nod of his own, Elia silently made her way out of the room.

Once his sister and her friend were out of his hearing Oberyn let loose the anger he was holding. "You left my sister and her children here, fought in that fool war using good Dornish men, in the process lost my dear uncle, and you thought the best present for your victory, for my sister, was your bastard!"

Rhaegar had been expecting the outburst, but, he did not expect this quite so early in their meeting. "Brother, Elia and our children were safe from the war in King's Landing. If I thought there would have been any danger you know I would have sent them to you and Prince Doran. I was not the one who ordered Ser Lewyn to fight with me and you are hardly the only one to mourn his passing. I loved him well and you know it. It was my duty to fight in that war and now with the mother dead I have a duty to my child—"

"You talk to me of duty? If you had done your duty then there would have been no war to speak of. You betrayed your wife and her children in, that mad father of yours held them hostage because of it, you have that wolf-girl's child in my sister's home, and you have the nerve to tell me that all you were doing and are doing was your duty?

Ser Arthur interjected strongly, grabbing onto Oberyn's tunic, "My Prince, please. I understand your anger, but, you, yourself, have…"

Oberyn, in no mood to listen, interrupted him, "I have what? Bastards! Is that what you were going to say, Arthur? No matter how many bastards I had or may have, I have no wife, paramour, nor any other woman I claimed as my own. Nor have I ever embarrassed a woman publically as this King of yours has done to my sister, not once, but, twice. And if I was married, I would have never taken leave of my senses and dishonor her even further by taking the whore I embarrassed her with to my wife's homeland then return in high spirits and dump a child on my wife! So, go on tell me how much you understand my anger!"

Oberyn's voice got progressively louder and he was shaking in rage during this tirade. Sers Arthur and Jaime had to hold him back while Ser Gerold kept Rhaegar at a distance while he pulled his sword out in defense of his king.

Ser Jaime while keeping a firm grip on Oberyn's left arm interjected, "Prince Oberyn, I have a sister myself, one that I love so dearly and I know that I would fight even the Seven for her, but, I would not let her see me in a rage for nothing, not for this. I know that the Queen would not want her brother to fight her husband; certainly not over a father keeping his child."

"Oberyn, still angry, tried to shake out of the knights' grasps. "You are no father, nor will you ever be; your vows to him will not allow it. And what do you know about my sister or how she would feel about anything?"

"I don't need to be a father to know what it is like to be a son who lost his mother young and the babe is too young to even remember his. The Queen shows no animus towards the child and the child needs a mother, who better than the Queen herself? And I know because I was here with the Queen and I knew her before then. She would not like you both to argue."

Oberyn still looked unconvinced, but, he stopped struggling. Ser Arthur chose to press the point further, talking in a whisper. "It was her choice, my Prince. She has said she wishes to keep the child about her. You have seen for yourself she wishes not to press the matter any further. It would not do to let the children, much less anyone else in this city, to know of this dissension; not with the other lords making their way to King's Landing. Please let this end here."

Looking at his good-brother, he spit out, "Fine, I will say no more about the child, but, rest assured we are nowhere near done; King or not." With that he stormed out and Arthur, hesitating slightly, trailed after him.

Ser Jaime looked at his king and his remaining brother, "At least there was no blood shed." They did not deign to reply.


Elia and Ashara deciding to not think about what may be occurring in the throne room found the day had been bright and the weather quite pleasant. Collecting all six of the children, though they made sure the youngest were quite bundled up, took them into the garden. The pair of ladies and the nurse, sitting some distance away to give the other two women privacy, sat on thick blankets watching as Viserys attempted to teach Rhaenys and Alya some game he claimed to have invented. Aegon attempted to roll around on the edge of one blanket while one fair haired and one dark haired child kept their focus on a loud toy in the nurse's hand. Sers Barristan, Oswell, and Willem sat some distance away on benches lining one of the walkways of the park talking while keeping watch. Though the scene was picturesque the pair of women whispered together speaking of less than ideal subjects.

Ashara sighed, "Oh, some would be happy to marry 'a beauty' such as me, but, any time someone was seriously considered by my lord brother there were always questions of whether or not Alya would be better off with her father's family and when it became plain enough that I have no desire to part with Alya the matter usually ended there. I would not accept that no matter if I truly wanted the matches that were made available. The current Lord Stark is now married to the Tully girl who used to be betrothed to Brandon. I could hardly send my child, Brandon's child, to her care".

Ashara laughed softly as she looked at her daughter, "Most noble houses in Westeros would balk at a Dornish match and they certainly would not agree to a match with someone who would willingly dishonor herself with a less than large dowry." Elia and Ashara both smiled ruefully. "Only, I daresay not even a Dornishman would take me now."

Elia seemed rather troubled by this, "I could understand most of Westeros, but, what is one more Sand in Dorne? Our people are hardly shy when it comes to taking lovers, or marrying those with base-born children."

"Our people are freer than in the other six kingdoms, but, even they have limits. It's one thing to be a bastard daughter, it is quite another to be an unmarried lady with a bastard girl and the father was not your paramour and not Dornish to boot. "

Elia looked at Ashara and then she new there was something her friend was not telling her. "Tell me dear friend. What really was the matter?"

Ashara looked as though she would rather not say, but seeing that it was Elia asking, she would not lie. "It is not because she is a Sand; it is because her father was a Stark." Elia did not know what that meant.

"I do not need to tell you our people have long memories. It does not help she was conceived during the events of that damnable tourney. Even the minor houses did not take kindly to Rhaegar's actions that day." Elia and Ashara shared a commiserating look remembering the events of that whole affair. "Alya even has the look of the Starks."

"What do her looks or her parentage matter?"

"The situation would have been salvageable if nothing else happened, but, then the Stark girl disappeared and early on there were whispers. Dorne is no stranger to peculiar and rash Targaryens, and it is said Rhaegar may have pursued her but no one believes Lyanna Stark, who cried at Rhaegar's songs at that Tourney, who Rhaegar honored above you publically, was not all that unwilling to go away with him. That made all the difference. There were ugly rumors starting…and of all the places Rhaegar could have taken her, he chooses Dorne! No Dornishman saw that as anything but an insult."

Elia closed her eyes, as if in distress at this, while Ashara continued, a frown marring her face, "And with Brandon, in one breath they say it was a tragedy then in the next they say Brandon died engaging in a fool's errand. It is believed if Brandon hadn't stormed into King's Landing calling for Rhaegar, Aerys would have never killed him and his father and war would not happened. Oh, they can and do curse Aerys, in private, but, though mad Aerys was king and they say only fools would take such risks."

Gazing at her daughter, Ashara continued, "No one blames Ned Stark for going to war for justice, but, they say Lyanna and Brandon Stark's impulsiveness coupled with the Targaryen's special brand of madness almost ruined the realm. When the banners had been raised, it was no secret the only reason why Prince Doran sent men to fight for the Targaryens was because Aerys would not let you leave King's Landing. Some Dornishmen who fought for Aerys died."

Ashara's mouth twisted into grimace. "It is not pretty or fair, but, Aerys was the king and it was Rhaegar's duty to do as his father and King bid. That most can understand and accept even though they dislike what Aerys and Rhaegar had done. Shying away from anything related to the Starks is quite another matter and is far easier to do". At that the two women stopped speaking for a while just sitting, lost in their own thoughts.

Some minutes later a cry came from the dark haired child which the nurse tried to quiet. Ashara spoken then, "Will Rhaegar not send his son to his uncle? No one would have cause to say anything; after all, most men would foster their sons. Would you not wish that? They would hardly blame you. You did not ask for Jon to be brought here."

Elia smiled ruefully, as Aegon tried to crawl into his mother's lap, "Even after I had Aegon, Aerys would say if I had been healthier Rhaegar would have never been drawn to that 'wolf-bitch', as he used to call her. Some of the lords and ladies probably feel the same, though not because of girl, but, that they felt Rhaegar would not have done the same if he married one of their daughters; though I doubt any would voice the thought now. As you say, I do not know Ned Stark any more than you do. Rhaegar wants Jon here; the children have become used to him, and it is not as though we do not have the means to keep him." Her gaze turned to where Viserys was pretending to be the Black Dread chasing the laughing, younger girls.

"A few nights before he died Aerys sat Viserys down and told him of the Blackfyre Rebellion in an effort to teach him what it meant to be a true Targaryen, while glaring almost everyone around him. Even though Rhaegar never married Lyanna, no matter if he has the look of a Stark, Jon is Rhaegar's son. He is innocent in this. He asked to be born to Rhaegar no more than I wanted Rhaegar to have children with someone else. Send him away and who knows what Lord Stark or men who fought against us would teach him. I would see him raised with my children, and I would treat him as if he had been my own second son not my husband's bastard. I do not wish to give him a reason to become resentful or provide others leverage to use him against my children. Perhaps keeping him here will prevent that. Though it sounds selfish and it may well be, but, I can not risk my children's legacy. Aerys and Rhaegar did that enough for all of us."

Once she was done speaking Elia looked as though was rather shocked and embarrassed by her own outburst. Elia never spoke about Rhaegar this way before or Aerys, for that matter; though Ashara could hardly fault her friend for it. Aerys' madness had troubled many in the Keep for years. She admitted to herself, if she had been at King's Landing she would have been even harsher with Rhaegar than she had been after the events at Harrenhal. Though Oberyn informed her a little bit of what Elia had written in letters to Dorne after Aerys had that accident which took his life, she suspected she did not know everything of what transpired while she had been at Starfall. Ashara, after a few moments still did not know quite what to say to her usually mild-mannered friend.

As it was, Elia gave her some news which caused her to become distracted from those thoughts entirely, "Lord and Lady Stark will be arriving within the month for the coronation. I daresay, at least, Lord Stark would want to see Alya and Jon."

"I see. Well, I suppose it would not do to bar him from seeing Alya completely, for Alya's sake. She deserves to know her father's family even if her father is gone and she will not have his name."

Elia's gaze fell once more on Jon and Ashara's fell on Alya. Elia spoke, as if trying to encourage her and reassure her own self at the same time, "I do not claim to know much about him, but, I do know Lord Stark loved his family and is honorable in his own way."

The conversation descended into silence, the two women had similar thoughts. Ned Stark would want to know the children of his brother and sister. They would need to prepare themselves for the day the children ask about why Lord Stark and others would have a peculiar interest in them, which would lead to discoveries of their respective deceased parents. Ashara and Elia decided they did not look forward to that in the slightest.


After the evening meal Rhaegar waited for his wife and her brother to join him in his solar. Rhaegar hoped this meeting fared better than the earlier one. Even if they were not as close as Rhaegar hoped they would be by now, it had pleased him that Elia had not liked the idea of Oberyn and Rhaegar being at odds. If she had no warm feelings towards him she would have likely not cared either way. In truth, he had expected the less warm greeting from Oberyn. Oberyn was always close to Elia, short tempered, and he was still furious at Rhaegar for what he believed to be slights against his sister.

Doran had not left Dorne for years and Oberyn was his chief emissary now. Even though the situation with the other lord improved once peace was brokered after the Trident, he needed Dorne's public support; especially if he was to contend with Lord Tywin. Tywin Lannister would expect something in return for his support in the war, even that support came late. And Rhaegar did not have much to give him. Rhaegar could not forget Lord Tywin served as his father's Hand for twenty years and that the reason why they had a rift was because his father named the Lannister heir as a member of the Kingsgaurd. Rhaegar could not relieve Ser Jaime from his service without having it result in an uproar. He could not name the man Hand again, and he had no sibling or child of marriageable age to give Tywin or any other Lannister, for that matter. The one thing he did have: an unmarried good-brother who despised him.

Only if Oberyn agreed could he take the offer of a match to Lord Tywin. It would help if Oberyn saw that it was Elia's idea. Still, he had not discussed the idea with Ser Jaime, who had not seen his father in years. Elia believed the knight would welcome a match between their siblings. Elia offered that she knew the knight well enough to where she would be able to convince him, and that she was sure Jaime would be agreeable, particularly as there was a lack of high-born potential husbands for Lady Cersei. He supposed there was validity to Elia's claims. Since he returned, Rheager noticed Elia and Jaime got on well. It pleased him Jaime had taken his promise to look after his family to heart.

Rhaegar did not have the time to finish his thoughts as his wife and good-brother entered the solar with Ser Barristan and Ser Oswell standing guard outside. Rhaegar rose to kiss his wife, and was rather pleased she returned it. Oberyn said nothing.

Rhaegar tried to be civil, offering them both some wine one of the servants had left. "Please sit. Brother, is everything in your chambers to your liking?"

Oberyn taking a seat, replied just as civilly, "Yes, quite. Elia said you needed to ask me something."

Rhaegar returned, "Yes, I had been meaning to broach the subject earlier, yet, there was not a chance to." Elia looked inquisitive though neither man looked her in the eye and did not elaborate for her.

Oberyn said rather sharply, "Yes, what is it?"

Elia with a look directed at her brother, spoke this time, "Brother, as you know, most of the lords have vowed to support us, but, we fear some would renege on their support if not given something valuable in return."

Oberyn softened, "I see. Most would welcome peace; the war had been costly for most of Westeros". There was plain rebuke in that, though Rhaegar did not press the matter.

After a moment, Oberyn continued, curious, "Who is it that you fear will draw back their support?"

"Lord Tywin", Elia said flatly. Oberyn laughed slightly, his expression demonstrating a clear lack of surprise.

"Would not making him Hand be significant enough gratitude for his support?"

Rhaegar interjected, "I offered the position to Lord Arryn, who accepted. Lord Tywin has not been made aware of this decision."

"Ah, and you need something else for him then, Your Grace. What did you have in mind?"

"For you to marry Cersei Lannister".

Rhaegar decided that seeing Oberyn's shocked reaction was worth the cost of having this conversation. At any rate a surprised Oberyn was better than an Oberyn who shouted accusations at him.

"Had Lord Tywin sent word of his desiring this?" The dark haired prince looked at his sister, "The idea of the match was dissolved by Lord Tywin once, why would he agree this time?"

It was then that Rhaegar remembered Elia's lady mother and Joanna Lannister had tried to match Oberyn with Cersei once before except the match fell through when Lady Lannister passed away. Rhaegar thought it best there were no unfortunate circumstances to stop the match from occurring this time.

The next words Elia spoke proved to Rheagar she and Oberyn were, in deed, kin, "Lord Tywin wanted a prince for his daughter then. My brother, you are the only prince left, and now, there are even fewer high lords for her."

Oberyn laughed freely. "Ah, yes; that would be a good point in favor of the match. I remember her. Comely thing she was, spirited as well. Is it something you really want, Elia?"

"I would see you married to her and Lord Tywin not dissatisfied. I think it would be best for us all."

"Very well, if that is what you wish, I will speak to Doran about it, though I think he would agree to this. Still, Lord Tywin is a rigid man, not many here would freely send their precious, wholesome daughters to me, him least of all."

Rhaegar rather agreed with the point, not that he voiced it. Elia seemed unconcerned, "Do not worry of it overmuch. Lord Tywin would say very little if Cersei wanted it and Ser Jaime agreed it would be the best option to take."

Rhaegar questioned his wife then. "The father and son had rarely contacted each other since Ser Jaime had been named a member of the Kingsguard. How can you be certain Ser Jaime will agree to this?"

Elia looked to be considering her words very carefully. "They are twins, our knight and his sister, and they were always close. He loves her very much and would do what he could if it meant she would be happy. I think he can be convinced and can be convincing."

Rising, Rhaegar said, "Very well, I suppose there is no better time to involve Ser Jaime, now that our brother agrees to pursue the match". He went to the door to inform Ser Barristan he needed to see the other knight.

Several minutes later, Ser Jaime entered the solar, his expression clearly wanting to know why he had been summoned, though he had not articulated it. He became more curious when Rhaegar asked him to sit and he was handed some wine by the Queen.

"Has your father made arrangements for your sister, Lady Cersei, to be married?"

Jaime started; he had not expected this. He looked around at the trio, not quite understanding why he was being asked this now. "No, he has not. A few years ago he had hoped, unsuccessfully, for a particular match, but, no arrangements have been made for my sister since."

Elia smiled at this, she knew exactly what that match Lord Tywin had wanted. Jaime catching her eye, took a rather large sip from his cup before continuing, "Is there any particular reason why Your Graces wish to know this?"

Rhaegar nodded towards Oberyn, "We were hoped you would assist us in convincing your father to bind our families closer together."

The knight had definitely not expected this though he soldiered on, "You wish me to convince my father of this match."

Rhaegar nodded in the affirmative. "We believe this match would benefit us all."

Elia turned to Jaime, smiling softly, "It was discussed once before and now there is less reason to discard the match."

The knight asked, "Whose idea was it to revisit this?"

Elia replied, "Mine, Ser Jaime. I agree Dornish ways do take some getting used to and while my brother does have natural children…though the situation differs from what it used to be, this match still has its merits, more perhaps, in some respects."

While Jaime considered his wife's words, Rhaegar frowned slightly at the fond smile appearing on the knight's face. He remembered his mother speaking to him about the Martells before he and Elia were married. Not only had Oberyn been matched with Cersei, though she had been older, Elia had been matched with Jaime as well. Earlier today it had been Ser Jaime who calmed Oberyn using Elia as the reason for the prince to not fight with him. Just how familiar had Elia and Jaime become while he was away at war?

To distract himself from such thoughts he asked, "Do you not think your Cersei could be very happy married to my good-brother?"

Oberyn spoke then, "From what I remember of our sojourn to Casterly Rock, I do not think Lady Cersei would be the type to mind adjustments and a bit of a lack of convention". Elia and Jaime joined Oberyn in a laugh. Rhaegar did not quite like the way Ser Jaime smiled at his wife before the man asked to take Oberyn aside to speak to him privately.

Once the pair stepped out of the room Rhaegar turned his gaze to his wife who was calmly sitting drinking her wine. Elia caught him looking and asked if anything was the matter.

"I did not get to speak much to Ashara. How has she fared since leaving for Starfall." Apparently that topic was a rather unwelcome one as Elia's face grew grim.

"Once this matter of Cersei Lannister is settled, we ought to look for a match for her; one that would not result in her having to be separated from her child. I am certain you would agree to that."

Rhaegar thought the better of offering a reply to the whole of that. "She has always been a good and loyal friend to us. I will make inquires amongst the lords who will be soon arriving. I am certain we can make a fine match for her". He decided it would be best to move on to a safer topic.

"Speaking of arrangements, the party arriving with Lord Arryn will include Lord Hoster Tully and his younger brother. What do you say to my offering Lord Brynden the available position on my Kingsguard?"

She smiled wryly, "An inspired choice. He is quite the warrior. If he would accept, it would do nicely."

She smiled stiffly once, before turning her attention to the door. Some minutes passed before the pair returned. Oberyn looked faintly amused, while Jaime looked as though a weight was lifted off of his shoulders.

Jaime smiled at Oberyn, "You can trust I will do whatever I can to make my father agree to the match."

Once that was done Elia got up stating she was going to retire. Rhaegar moved to get up, planning to escort her. Jaime spoke up, smiling, "No need to trouble yourself, Your Grace. Once I see Her Grace to her chambers I will start that letter to my father".

Rhaegar decided he did not like the way Jaime smiled at his wife before the both of them left. Oberyn noting his reaction, grinned, shark-like, "I think I shall enjoy his being my good-brother."


Chapter 5: Jon Arryn, Ned Stark, and Stannis Baratheon arrive. Council plans happen.