i. Jon looked up from the sums on the paper and eyed the bald, fat man that had entered the room. Since he did not present much interest and Illyrio bade him return to his work, his eyes fell once more to the numbers. He checked once more before placing the paper on a pile of other such writings.

Before he could begin working on another one he caught the newcomer staring at him. Jon blinked once, in confusion, at the insistence of the stare. He was, however, in no mood to won a staring contest. Thus not even when they began whispering did he deign to break away from his numbers.

But then, most unexpectedly, he heard his name being called. Jon's head shot up.

ii. Disbelief married his features. "My sister?" he repeated, not quite certain he had heard the man right. "Here?"

Varys, as he had introduced himself, nodded empathically. "Aye. And she needs your aid, young Jon."

He could not believe what he was hearing. Never had he imagined that he would actually come face to face with the twin he had known of only from stories. "Then what are we waiting for? Snow me to where she is. Come. Quick."

"Patience," Varys laughed. "There is still news I must deliver to you."

Tapping his foot impatiently to the floor, Jon sat back in his chair and his eyes bore into the stranger's. "Tell me then. Tell me everything," he insisted, though what he really wanted to do was find this sister of his.

iii. Aegon shushed his weeping wife, placing an arm around her. Before them, the dark haired young man looked, apparently mesmerised, at her, his lips parted as if preparing for speech. No words left his lips however.

Finally snapping of whatever trance he had been in, Jon Snow gazed at his. Something hardened in his eyes and they became twin pools of ice. Aegon, unwilling to back down from the challenge, held his glare and countered it with one of his own.

Tension was rising ever so slowly. In his arms Visenya stiffened. She pushed gently against him. Jon Snow's gaze slipped to her once more. Aegon bristled. Visenya nudged him none too gently.

"He is here to help," she reminded him. Then, turning to her twin, Visenya held her arms out invitingly.

iv. Lyanna Stark could have been Visenya's sister had Aegon not known any better. Despite the discrepancy in age and colouring, the two women had something undeniably similar, in the way they smiled and walked, the way that looked at particular moments.

His wife's mother finally turned her gaze on his. Something like uncertainty sparked in her gaze. "You must be Aegon. Last I saw you, you were still a babe." A shy, unsure smile touched her lips. She let go of Visenya.

Aegon shook the awkwardness away with a roll of his shoulders. So, he was finally meeting that woman who has so totally captured his father's heart. "I can claim no memory of you, however," he replied in an equally soft manner as hers.

v. Visenya sat down next to her mother. Lyanna glanced at her for a moment before tying the bundle she had been working on. "So you have wedded your brother," she said, her voice light.

Shifting uncomfortably, Visenya pushed a few strands of hair out of her face. "He is a good man, mother. And he loves me."

At that her mother gave her a small smile. "I do not doubt his character, so peace, child." Placing the bundle in her arms, Lyanna shook her head gently. "Do you love him?"

Instinctively, Visenya touched a hand to her stomach. Lyanna followed the movement. "How could I not?"

"Then I pray the gods you will be happy together." Lyanna kissed the top of her head.

And that was that.

vi. Viserys strode into the hall, Robyn on his arm. He glanced with obvious pride to the lord and ladies that had gathered there. He felt Robyn tense as all eyes fell on them. "Be brave, wife. Now if the time."

The King looked down at then from his throne. At the floor of the ugly chair sat the Queen and her daughter. Viserys bowed to them. Robyn followed reluctantly.

"What is the meaning of this?" Rhaegar asked, rising from his seat.

"I have returned to court, Your Majesty, to introduce my wife." Deadly silence fell upon the hall following his words. Viserys heard Robyn suck in a breath. He did not weaver. It had to be done, he told himself.

And then a flurry of sounds broke out all around.

vii. The Queen grabbed his arm, pulling on his sleeve with quite some force. Viserys looked at her with the coldest mien he could possible produce. "Your Majesty," he said.

"Your Grace," she returned tersely. "Where is my son?"

For a moment he thought to feign ignorance, but he had never been particularly tame and certainly not with women who failed to understand objective reality. "That is His Grace's business, Your Majesty." He shook off her hold gently. "It is time to put down the sword," he advised.

Elia Martell shot him a dark look. "You understand nothing," she hissed at him. "Aegon cannot have wedded that girl."

The final blow, Viserys thought. "But he has, Your Majesty, he has and there is nothing your or I or the gods themselves can do about it."

viii. Rhaenys was gentler, not wiser, but perhaps not so far along in her ways that she could not yet understand. "He was promised to me, uncle," she reminded him. "I was first. I am older. I am my father's heir."

"Your Grace," Viserys sighed, "Dornish law applies to Dorne, not to the rest of the kingdoms, whatever your mother may have told you. You are your father's heir only in the even that there are no more males that can secure the position."

She looked so sad that it pierced his heart. Viserys placed a hand upon her shoulder. "I know it makes no sense to you. But there are some things that cannot be changed. The heart wants what it wants."

"Then what about all the rest?" she questioned.

"Only you can decide what is best for you, Your Grace. I would not claim to know."

ix. Lyanna smoothed her daughter's hair in a gentle manner. Visenya drained the last dregs of her tea and continued to nimble on a lemon cake. The vessel swayed and swayed. Visenya placed a hand to her mouth.

"Was it so with me and Jon?" she asked after a few moments.

"A bit. I am glad you have Aegon by your side though." She was glad that Visenya had a right to Aegon. Had her daughter done the same as her, it would have been another tragedy in a long line.

The cabin door was open and Jon came in, followed by Aegon. "We are nearly there, sister. How are you feeling?"

Lyanna stood up and allowed the husband to take charge. She placed a hand on her son's shoulder. "She is well."

"Obviously," Visenya mumbled.

x. Aegon took his sister by the shoulders, barely even registering her punches. "Rhaenys, don't do this," he said, trying to keep her still.

"How dare you?" she sobbed. "How dare you? Wed her, our father's bastard. Will you make her your queen, then? Are we to bow down to a bastard with smiles upon out faces? "

"Stop this," he shook her. "Stop it. I am not father. I refuse to be miserable for the rest of my life and make others I care about miserable too. Find someone you love, wed him, give yourself the chance to be happy and stop chasing mother's ambitions."

He pulled her in his arms and held her, weeping and distraught as she was. "You are my sister, and I love you. But I am in love with Visenya."