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Myr – 298 AC

Visenya knows she had made the right choice when she had set sail on the boat that was going to the Disputed Lands, because once they had disembarked people were quick in announcing that King Robert had been paying close attention to Essos. There were whispers that he had ears and eyes especially in Braavos and Pentos, showing to her that he is certainly preoccupied with the Targaryens.

As she traveled through the Disputed Lands she had made sure to not gather attention to herself, knowing that as it was a city of commerce information would sell quickly and the daughter of Oberyn Martell in Essos when the name of the Tagaryens have surfaced is enough to sell. She is lucky that no one had been none the wiser to who she was.

Though there were some people that would look at the color of her eyes and inquire about it she was always quick to say "I am a bastard from House Dayne" people would always mention Lady Ashara and her terrible ending, hoping that she would have something to add to the tale.

Now at the middle of Myr that lie has become smoother than Strongwine from Dorne. The woman in front of her didn't even bat an eye when she told the lie, but Visenya could see that the woman's shoulders became less tense, knowing that she wasn't speaking with someone of high birth.

"The marriage of the Khal and the last female Targaryen has been on everyone's tongue" the woman – Cat, tells her and Visenya nods emphatically humming.

"Yes, I have heard about it, but it is always the same dreadful thing. So what if they are married." She says knowing that the woman would want to divulge any sort of information to demonstrate her worth.

Cat puffs her chest putting on the counter the Myrish fire Visenya had asked for, the other woman looks over her shoulder and then leans over the counter conspiratorially "They are heading towards Vaes Dothrak"

"Obviously" Visenya answers with a roll of her eyes and Cat narrow her eyes and then smirks. There.

Visenya contains her own smirk at having the woman tricked so easily "Yes, yes, but word is that they have finally left Qohor is only a matter of a week before they arrive at Vaes Dothrak – it was one of the quickest travels Khal Drogo has ever done."

"So he is quite taken with his Khaleesi" she murmurs more to herself but Cat nods anyway. Khal Drogo must want to present Daenerys to the Dosh Khaleen as quickly as he can and she doesn't know what to do with that information, only knows for certain that something changed.

She must get to the Forest of Qohor so she can finally reach Vaes Dothrak while gathering information along the way.

With a sweet smile and a few more minutes of conversation she thanks Cat and pays for the herbs, going towards more vendors to prepare to her travel. She could not waste any more time.

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The Kingsroad (The Barrowlands) – 298 AC

He normally couldn't deal with more than a few minutes under Cersei's presence and by the gods he doesn't know he is putting up with every complaint she utters through the journey. He looks at the goblet of wine in his hands and he giggles, already inebriated, that was why he had been able to put up with his sister's boring voice.

Oh there she goes again with the sour face. He laughs out loud earning him a look from Jaime as if he wants to know why he is laughing. No, Tyrion couldn't possibly tell him that he was laughing at Cersei's cost. Jaime would become upset and after Myrcella and Tommen he is the only one in their company that he actually likes.

Joffrey could befall ill and die whilst on the journey at least then Cersei would really have something to complain about. He frowns at how dark his thoughts had become but then starts to laugh, of course he would wish ill on his nephew, the boy was terrible – the only one that didn't see it was Cersei, even the King sometimes looked strangely at his son.

Well… he thinks looking at his nephews and niece, he knows that if someone questioned their parentage they might draw some conclusions that Cersei, Tywin and Jaime would hate. He shakes his head hating where his thoughts were leading him, he always tried to put those silly thoughts at the back of his head, not wanting to pay attention to them.

"Are you ok, brother?" Jaime asks and Tyrion nods rapidly and as quickly as he made the movement he regrets it, especially when Jaime's caring face comes to focus and he feels treacherous from where his thoughts had been.

Tyrion waves him off when he tries to help him stand, he doesn't look at Cersei knowing her sneer will be perfectly in place and if he looks at her at his state he will want to throw words into the wind. But they would only enrage her and upset Jaime, Tommen and Myrcella.

He giggles when his steps are a little difficult to make under the snow and goes back to his tent, dropping ungracefully on his cot. When the world stops to swirl he gets his thoughts in order again.

Why did I want to come? Ah, yes. The North, he had always wanted to see the North, he wanted to go to the Wall, the place he had heard his father often planning to send him to, but never had enough nerve to do it. Perhaps some sentimentality tied to his dead mother, the only person Tyrion is fairly certain Tywin loved with abandon.

How sad. He frowns at the pity he feels for his father but as soon as the feeling came it leaves him, every pain Tywin had caused him too fresh and he is almost certain the wounds he inflicted would never completely heal. And it hadn't been only him that his father had hurt, Jaime had suffered and as he loath to admit Cersei had too.

Though he and Jaime don't use it as an excuse like Cersei thinks she is entitled to.

At that moment he remembered how much he despised his father and an angry frown made way to his features. Tywin was always seeking power as if it would calm something inside of himself and Tyrion thinks it might be to quench the hole that Joanna's death left in its wake.

How would life turn if she had lived? It is a question that was often in his mind. Would she feel embarrassed to have a dwarf for a son or would she love him as only Jaime has done?

He shakes his head, there is no point in wondering about it. She was dead and he was blamed for it. He can't understand why these thoughts had been plaguing him, he had been fine before. His eyes greedy to take in everything in the Barrowlands, the way that the godswood was always looking at them as if permitting them passage to the North, he could practically feel the history flowing through the ground with every step they took.

He could understand why Northerns were colder, more austere. There was no place for mistakes in a place like this, with the weather very firmly dividing the weak from the strong, the ones who would survive and the ones that would lie on the ground. This was something his father wasn't aware of. The way he spoke of the Northerns was as if comparing them to wildlings, but Tyrion could see that they were important, that they knew how to survive.

Even if his observations about the North and its inhabitants were favorable, he would never admit it to them.

Maybe being this introspective has opens doors I wished would stay shut. That is something to avoid doing again.

His eyes shut not before another giggle leave his lips at how absurd he thinks he sounds in his head, of course he won't remember his own warning, after all as his eyes close that same thought is already leaving his intoxicated mind.

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Sunspear – 298 AC

Obara looks at Oberyn while he is sitting at the head of the table, he was finally explaining to the why he and Doran where quietly preparing the army. She had found it unusual that Visenya hadn't warned them that she would go to Essos and apparently didn't want hers and Nymeria's company to her trip. Now, that their father is telling them that her second youngest sister is travelling through Essos to go to the Targaryens to make an alliance with them, everything makes sense.

She is not happy and she is sure that her normally stoic face is portraying the feeling.

Obara had promised Valaena that she would take care of Visenya that she and Nymeria would always be there for the child Valaena wouldn't be able to raise, that had been one of the last things the silver haired woman had asked of her. Obara had loved the kind woman and it had broken her heart when the woman passed, but as Visenya grew she could clearly see that her new sister was very much alike the woman Obara had considered her mother. Having Valaena in her life had turned some of her edges softer, had made the remaining parts of her childhood happy and light, telling her: "You might not have my blood but you are my daughter" and so she and Nymeria had learned everything relating to the Velaryon family – which she taught to Visenya.

"Have you had news of her?" Nymeria asks when she notices that Obara is very much inclined in glowering at their father rather than ask questions.

Oberyn puts a note at the table and Nymeria swiftly picks it up and reads it out loud so the rest can hear "The Myrish lace is beautiful it was a sin to leave it behind" Nymeria frowns and looks at Obara whose frown has lessened with Visenya's note.

"She is no longer in Myr" Tyene comments and the first daughter of their father and Ellaria – Elia – nods her head. Nymeria still doesn't think letting the girl in the meeting was a good move by their father. Ellaria didn't like that any of them were being involved in warfare but to have the first daughter she carried in her belly here would surely make her temper spike.

"And she is no longer in Norvos, most likely she will be at Qohor now." Obara says and Oberyn nods in agreement. Tyene and Elia frown not understanding how she had jumped to that conclusion. "She said it 'was a sin', so she already passed Sinner's Steps."

"She is nearing Vaes Dothrak, soon she will find the Targaryens and once she returns we must have the army and the ships ready for their command" Oberyn says and knows from the look in his eldest eyes that she will not stand idle. "I will need you and Elia" he looks at Tyene "to look out for the younger ones when Obara, Nymeria and I march under the Targaryens."

Tyene begins to shake her head before Oberyn gives her a firm look, not wanting her to contest to his order and she is quick in acquiescing.

Something inside Obara tells her that they can plan how much and however they want but once it was in the hands of Viserys Targaryen everything would change. When she looks to her father she can see that he knows this too, but to prepare and plan is something he needs to do so he doesn't fret too much over the fate of his third daughter.

She sighs knowing that she is much too alike her father, planning and training would have to satisfy her until she could berate her second youngest sister for leaving without saying anything and by going alone.

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Winterfell – 298 AC

Jon hadn't thought it was possible to dislike another person as much as he disliked Catelyn, but the queen of Westeros was battling with his father's wife for the place of the person he most despised. The way the blonde looked around Winterfell as if it was a place beneath her station made him and his siblings want to sneer into her face. Her eldest son was not far behind in the competition, the blond prince was always trying to show how he was better than Robb, but his elder brother was superior then the prince in many ways.

He particularly hated the way the prince would look and speak with Arya, it was as if he wanted to try and break her, wanted her to bend to his will to take the north out of her. It was without practically any thought that Jon, Robb and even Theon would be close by of the little she-wolf so she was never left alone with the oldest prince. Joffrey like Sansa, well, he liked the way she was almost kissing his feet, seeing in him the charming prince of all the stories she would hear from Old Nan.

Jon could see in his older brother how much he hated the royal family. Their father's old friend, King Robert, was a drunk who liked to live in the past. It was clear to anyone seeing him that he cared little for Westeros and that who had ruled in truth was Jon Arryn and now it would be their father. That was something that everyone living and staying in Winterfell didn't like at all, everyone but the King.

Jon still doesn't understand why his father was saying yes to something he clearly doesn't want to do. Yes, the king has traveled and asked him in person, but Robb wasn't ready to the lord of Winterfell and it was clear that his brother knew it. He had heard an argument between him and their father about it, he hadn't meant to eavesdrop but he had heard it all the same.

Jon sighs looking at the high table his eyes on his father's tense shoulders as King Robert drops some of his wine over the table. It was honor and some sense of camaraderie between them that had pulled his father into helping his old friend. Jon just wished this was one of the times his father wouldn't let honor and duty sway his mind and that he would just stay in Winterfell.

With a sigh he gets up from the table he had been sitting throughout the dinner, he had seen enough from the royal family and he longed for the day that they would leave. Though, he believes it will be the day which he will depart with his uncle towards the Wall. It would be a pity that his last days in both home and prison will have been with the reminder of the royal family amongst them.

There is a restlessness in him tonight, he doesn't really understand why, had been the way Lady Catelyn had looked his way when she had seen him entering the dinner hall, the way the queen would sneer at everything anyone said to her, the way the eldest prince had been trying to get a rise of Robb or something else entirely? He doesn't know and for the moment he doesn't want to try and understand it. Jon merely gets one of the wooden swords and starts to hit the dummie in the way Sir Rodrik had taught him and Robb had corrected him a few times.

He doesn't know how much time passes with him exercising before his uncle comes to find him, he knows that he is sweating, a dull pain throbbing on his arms from the exercise. When he turns letting the wooden sword drop from his hand his grey eyes lock unto preoccupied grey ones.

"What is it?" he asks a little worried that his uncle had seen him practicing and found him lacking and wouldn't want to take him to the Wall.

Benjen Stark sighs not wanting to say what he is about to his nephew, he knows Jon had been expecting to make the journey to the wall with him, but with the way things were happening further North, Benjen knows he can't stay for much longer. "I am leaving tonight."

Jon frowns thinking that they would travel in a few days away, he knows that if he leaves without speaking to his siblings they will be wroth at him, especially his little sister. "Uhm, ok, I will gather my things" he hopes that Arya understands that he had to go towards a better fate than being subjected to the 'kindness' of Catelyn.

Benjen puts his hand on Jon's shoulder, stopping his nephew when he starts to walk, Jon looks a little worried with being stopped "No, Jon. You are not coming with me"

"Uncle Bejen…" Jon pleads and Benjen shakes his head, Jon couldn't go with him to his mission, he couldn't travel that far North, not when he still didn't know the dangers that existed that North up.

"My brothers will take you to the Wall, if that is still what you want" Benjen could see that his nephew would start to tell him the many reasons he thought he should take the black, but Benjen didn't want that life for his nephew. He wanted Jon to have a family of his own, to know the love of a woman, to love, to know that there is freedom outside of Winterfell without the need to take the black "you will have time to decide when you get there as you are going by choice so I need you to think long and hard about it Jon."

Jon sees that now is not the time for him to tell his uncle how much he knows that his path lies on him taking the black and going to the Wall, so he only tells him "I will, uncle Benjen, I promise."

Afterwards, when he is at the Wall this moment will play on repeat in his mind and he will begin to question everything that started to happen in his life since the moment the royals appeared at his home.

The Lions should have never entered the North, because the North remembers.

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A/N: I am sorry for the delay! This took a little bit of time to make it better, as I said I have things already written but they are passing through a massive revision and I am also adding a lot of POV's and etc.

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