Ella and Belle were in Speedy's taking their lunch break together. "Oh my goodness, there's Theon Greyjoy," Belle claimed when she looked up to the glass mirrors and saw Theon walking towards Speedy's. She cursed under her breath and both girls watched Theon Greyjoy entering Speedy's. He smirked that usual cocky smirk as he entered and approached the two with a card in his hands.

"And how have my two favorite beauties been?" Theon asked with his usual demeanor.

"What is it, Greyjoy?" Belle asked with her father's temper and tone. "Get on with it."

"Whoa, just one second there, Baratheon. I haven't seen you in a while. Let me take a look at you now." Belle stood up standing tall and proud against Theon who she thought was scum. Theon's attention was fully on Belle, and that's when Ella took her opportunity to snatch the card away. She did it with ease, and she examined the card. When Theon felt the card snatched from his very grasp, his full attention was back to the card. He groaned, not being able to gloat that he had a message from the Starks.

"What is the message in here?" Ella asked now just holding the card, looking at Theon with demanding eyes.

"Take a guess," he smirked.

Ella's anger flared but she kept it cool, sitting tall and strong the way she learned from her grandfather. "I'm not in the mood to play games, Greyjoy."

Theon hesitated for a moment but complied. "Robb's getting married to Talisa. Next month." Ella was quiet and looked back at the card. She threw it on the table coolly and said, "Thank you for the message."

"Well? Is it a yes or no?"

"Why do you care if I go or not?"

"Robb wanted an answer."

"Alright, messenger," Ella sneered now showing her father's side. "Well you tell your king that he will have my answer on the day of his wedding." Theon looked frustrated at Ella's answer. "Well? Go on, Greyjoy." Theon stormed out of Speedy's and Belle sat back down angrily.

"You're not going to go, are you?" Belle asked munching down her french toast.

"Of course not. I would rather allow Joffrey to be Prime Minister before I go to that wedding." The two girls laughed and had a great time talking together. Ella quickly noticed Sherlock coming in and she waved happily. Sherlock smiled as he entered and Belle greeted him happily.

"Sherlock!" They both greeted.

"Ella, Belle," he greeted back. "Mind if I join you?"

"Wow, Sherlock Holmes actually wanting to join a conversation that has nothing to do about your work? My what an effect my cousin has on you." Belle laughed loudly and Ella just chuckled shaking her head. Sherlock smirked and took a seat anyways between the two ladies.

"What's this? A card?" Sherlock asked holding the card and examining it without even asking. "From Robb Stark. You didn't open it yet, wonder why." Sherlock was now deducing/talking to himself, lost in his own mind. "Because you know it's a special message considering how neatly handled the envelope is. He spent time making this card look perfect. Not only that, he didn't send it through postage or else sides would have been wrinkled even slightly. But it's in perfect condition. Someone brought it to you here, one of his friends. He told you the special message and you didn't like it, so you threw it aside. The last question is what was the special message?" Belle opened her mouth to answer but Sherlock glared at her, daring her to interrupt his deducing process. "His wedding. Did I get anything wrong?"

"No," Ella said shaking her head.

"Are you going to attend?" Sherlock asked a bit more seriously.

"Would you attend if you were in my position?"

"No, I wouldn't give it a second thought. I would rather allow Mycroft to become Prime Minister before I would go to that wedding." Ella and Belle looked at one another and Ella couldn't help but smile. "Back to my question, are you going to attend?"

"No. I know no one else from my family would go."

"I'm not going either," Belle spoke up. "I know father will. Hey, I've always gotten this confused but wasn't he supposed to marry one of Sir Walder Frey's daughters? He was betrothed to one of them, no?"

"He was, and last I heard he still is."

"So...how is that going to work?"

"Well, you know Sir Frey," Ella sighed. "He doesn't take a broken vow easily. I suppose the Starks and Freys came to a great compromise of some sort."

"I don't know, Ella. I always have this weird feeling whenever Sir Frey is around. Like...like he carries some sort of bad omen around him." Ella shrugged, thinking Belle seemed a little superstitious about that.

John and Aurora Targaryen were out at a little Italian restaurant for dinner. They had their own separate table away from other customers, and they had lit candles. John asked Aurora stories about her past, and she described some things that had to do with family business. She wanted John to understand some of the things that went on behind the curtains in the political world not to exploit, but to make him prepare himself for what was to come in the future. "When my mother found Doreah sleeping with Xaro, she was furious. She knew Doreah was the betrayer, the reason why many of her friends were killed at the hands of Pyat Pree."

"So what did she do to them?"

"She exiled them from the land forever. Never again will anyone see their faces in the United Kingdoms."

"Well...a toast to our 3 weeks," John said with an awkward smile, holding his wine glass up. Aurora laughed and raised her glass, drinking to that.

"John?"

"Yes?"

"Don't you like me?"

John was taken aback by the question. He thought it was obvious. "Y-yes, I like you very much, Aurora."

"You're just a timid man then, aren't you?"

"I just didn't want to rush things. I don't want to scare you away."

"Scare me away? I'm afraid I'm going to scare you away, John."

"I've been through hell and back in Afghanistan," John answered holding Aurora's hand gently. "I'm sure I can handle politics." John paid for the entire meal and he paid for the cab to drop Aurora off at her home. "Goodnight Aurora. Thank you for meeting with me tonight."

"Thank you for the wonderful dinner, John." He nodded lightly and turned his back to ride the cab. He hesitated for a moment when he heard Aurora turn her heel to enter her home. John looked back at Aurora and he spun her around, roughly planting his lips on her rosy red lips. She gasped from the surprise, but she ran her fingers through John's hair, holding him close to her.

John and Aurora's lips and tongues tangled, and they could barely breathe from holding each other so tightly and from the rush of excitement. Aurora slowly let go of the kiss even though she could tell John wanted more. The two still held one another warmly, matching foreheads gently breathing heavily. "I'll see you tomorrow?" Aurora asked with hope.

"Of course. I'll come pick you up." Aurora nodded and gave him one final sweet kiss goodnight. She let go of the kiss and watched John get in the cab. She walked dreamily back into her home, humming a love melody to herself.

"Well, well, well," Daenerys Targaryen spoke unable to control her smile. "Someone has been struck by love."

"Oh mother, everything's so wonderful!" Aurora claimed clasping her hands together and plopping on the couch next to her mother. "John is such a gentleman, mother. I adore him so much."

"Why don't you bring him over for dinner one night?"

"Really? You'd allow that, mother?"

"Of course. You really like this man."

"Oh, I do, mother."

"What is this talk of my daughter being in love?" Drogo asked stepping out of the bathroom and entering the living room where his wife and daughter were fawning.

"Our daughter is in love, my sun and stars," Daenerys answered with a big smile seeing Aurora hopping onto her feet and dancing the waltz with her father, humming the love melody still.

"With the army doctor?" Drogo asked as he spun his daughter so she could freely spin on her own.

"Yes."

"Dr. John Watson?" Rhaego asked entering the living room. "His friend, Sherlock Holmes, is seeing Ella Lannister."

"What does that have to do with John and I?" Aurora asked defending her relationship with John.

"You might end up breaking their friendship if you continue seeing the doctor."

"I'm just glad you found a good man, my daughter," Daenerys added trying to liven up the mood. "Why don't you go upstairs and get ready for bed, darling?" Aurora nodded and continued humming the love melody as she headed upstairs. Rhaego left his mother and father to talk alone. Drogo sat down next to his wife, holding her lovingly.

"Do you think it's safe for her to see him?"

"I believe the question is is it safe for the doctor to see our daughter."

"I don't want our daughter to be heart-broken if something happens to the man."

"Nothing happened to you," Daenerys answered looking up at her husband. "I know Aurora can protect the doctor."

"What are you thinking, moon of my life?"

"Maybe this could be it, what I've been talking about for years. The peace and unity between the 4 Houses." She heard Drogo sigh lightly, used to this talk before. "I know you think this is just another rant, but I dream of a day when all Targaryens, Lannisters, Starks, and Baratheons can get along."

"May your dreams come true one day, moon of my life."

"They will, my sun and stars," Daenerys answered with a smile resting her head on Drogo's chest. "They will soon."