Jon barely felt his arse by the time he reached the Twins. It was understandable, as he barely got off the dragon in the long trip that took to reach the Riverlands from Volantis. He only did because both him and his companions had necessities that required them to land. It was uncomfortable and left his legs hurting more than he wanted to admit, but his worry for Robb made him resist all of that, do whatever was needed to save his family. He also must have passed over a lot of cities and villages, which would explain the bells he heard as he flew towards the Red Fork.

"Let´s land here, Viserion" he said as his destination approached. It was suspicious that there weren´t any guards outside of the castle, but he guessed that the Freys didn´t think they would need them with the Lannisters as allies. Anyway, that worked on his advantage. "Better leave you as a surprise."

Ghost approached, probably as tired of flying as Jon himself. His human scratched his head, right behind the ears.

"Search for your brother, boy"

The direwolf bumped his hand with his nose once before taking off. Jon followed closely, trying to keep himself hidden from possible enemies. Ghost guided him into the Twins and then to a kennel, where a young knight with a seashell blazon was making the direwolf company. Seashell… House Westerling? They were a vassal of House Lannister. Was he there under orders of Lord Tywin? Grey Wind was growling and showing his teeth to the door, while the knight made some placating gestures.

"Come on, Grey Wind, behave for me. Robb is going to come back in…" suddenly he had a dagger on his throat and another direwolf baring his teeth at him. A white one.

"Don´t move, don´t even dare to make a sound. Or I will open your throat like the Lannister pig you are" the knight trembled. "Now answer a question. Where is the Lannister army?"

"I… I don´t know, Ser…"

"I´m no Ser" he glared at the other. "Don´t lie to me…"

"I´m not lying, Se… my lord" the other continued, barely keeping the volume of his voice under control. "I came with the northern army. My sister… my sister is married to the King in the North and I… I was made his banner-bearer…" the other direwolf lost interest in him to nuzzle his chained brother. "You must be the…"

"Say bastard just once, Westerling, and I will open your throat anyway" Jon said, scaring the younger man into submission. He retired his dagger anyway. He trusted Ghost´s instincts and if the knight wanted to harm him or Grey Wind, he would already be dead. "Do you have the key?" Raynald nodded. "Great, free the direwolf."

"What?"

"Free him"

"But King Robb…"

"Robb is about to be betrayed" Jon talked as he sheathed his blade, never showing his back to the western knight, just in case. "Walder Frey has made a deal with Tywin Lannister and Roose Bolton. They are going to put it into action during the wedding."

"What? But…" he looked scared. Then pulled himself into action, freeing Grey Wind. "The kennelmaster should be coming any minute now. He is probably going to bring a few Freys with him, so the direwolf can´t escape. They have already seen what he can do in battle" he looked around nervously. "Someone needs to go into the main hall and warn the King"

"I will do it"

"I… don´t think you should. I mean… you are a deserter from…"

"I didn´t desert, I was kidnapped"

"Do you really…" the two direwolves suddenly were showing them his teeth. "Whatever you say, but… if the Lannister Army is really coming, then we are in troubles. We don´t have enough troops. Even if you manage to stop Lord Frey´s plan, we would still be massacred. We aren´t prepared, the army…"

"I have something better than an army" Jon said, adjusting a glove. "Go with the direwolves now. If you see something that wears Twin Towers or resembles a weasel, you kill it. Don´t leave any of those fuckers alive. Get one of the horses and go warn the troops wherever they are that the Lannisters are coming."

"But you…"/

Jon wasn´t listening anymore. He left the Westerling knight with Ghost and Grey Winds. He heard screams as he walked towards the keep. He smiled for a second as more sounds of pain joined. The direwolves must have found the Freys. And they were not amused about their masters being double crossed. He pushed the door, praying that there was still time to save Robb. As he entered the Twins through the same door the attackers have used, he released a whistle to let Viserion know he had to be ready. He crossed the passages of the castle, his mind working a mile an hour. If he entered the feast now, in front of so many Lords of the North… wouldn´t he be considered a deserter? Wouldn´t Robb be forced to execute him for deserting the Watch? It was not that he could truly get killed, Viserion wouldn´t allow his rider to be executed, but… he would be placing Robb in a difficult situation just by showing his face there. Unfortunately, there was no other option.

He reached the doors, which were barely open. The Freys were already closing the doors? The Lords… Robb… they would be trapped!

"Open the doors!" he stopped the weasel faced men enough time to cross. Then they finished their work. Damn, he was trapped along with the army of the North now. The only thing was that he had a way to escape. "Robb!"

"What?" his cousin got up from his chair. Their looks crossed and Jon could see his cousin pale. He obviously didn´t want him there. "Jon? Is that you?"

"What are you doing here, bastard?" Lady Catelyn got up from her own chair, glaring at him. Was she mad that he had appeared? He stood her glare, he was no longer that bastard boy that was afraid of her, he was a Targaryen Prince now, a dragonrider. "Guards! Apprehend that man! He is a deserter from the Night´s Watch!"

"Robb, you have to leave, you are in danger…"

"You shouldn´t have come here, Jon Snow" Robb said as he got closer, enough to be face to face with his cousin. "I won´t have more option than to condemn you now that you are here."

"We don´t have time for this" the King in the North then approached and embraced him, whispering into his ear.

"The Frey guards are not good enough fighters to contain you if you don´t want. Try to escape, I hope you are not here when the feast id over, brother" he let him go. "This is a goodbye. Guards! Take this deserter to the dungeons! I will deal with him later!"

"Yes, your Grace" Lame Lothar Frey said as he approached. Jon could see the treason in his weasely face as well as in the other Freys approaching to apprehend him.

Jon tried to think of a way to make himself heard, but none of the Lords seemed to be in the mood to hear. To all of them, he was a deserter of the Watch that deserved nothing but death. The Prince wanted to groan, there was haste. He could also see the bards… no, those were not bards. Archers perhaps? No, their arrows would fail a lot with a longbow and a short one wasn´t ideal either… then crossbowmen. Those crossbowmen were getting into place to start the shooting. And the real bards had stopped playing and the tune changed to the first accords of the Rains of Castamere. He knew the song because Quentyn had once played a parody of it for him, Aegon and Daenerys. Without much time, he dashed towards the retreating King, threw the table from a kick and warned…

"Get down!"

Just in time for the first crossbowmen to shoot. The arrows sunk into the wooden surface of the table, and the still alive Lords, both northern and riverlanders, also threw their tables and took cover before the next arrows were shoot. Lady Catelyn, still alive, checked over Robb. He was alright… thank the Seven. And the bastard boy had just saved her dear boy´s life.

"Jon…" The King in the North turned to his bastard brother.

"I needed to warn you" he answered, unsheating his sword. "I knew that I would place you in a complicated position, but I had to warn you…"

"Thank you… brother… but…"

He could tell what Robb was thinking. No matter that he had saved all their lives, he was still, in the eyes of the Realm, a deserter from the Night´s Watch and his punishment needed to be delivered. The King in the North couldn´t let him walk away. And he didn´t want to kill or see his brother die. Jon better disappeared again after all of this is over. For now, Robb assumed his King in the North face and stood tall, making sure to keep cover behind the table.

"Lord Frey! What is the meaning of this?! We came here as a show of friendship and to unite our families… and you answer us with teachery?!"

"You were the one that broke your promise to marry my daughter, boy, and then offer a lesser groom in exchange. A Lady Paramount is nothing compared to a Queen! So when the Lannisters made a better offer, we of course agreed." The old Lord Frey smirked. "You are going to die here, boy, and take your family with you. Even your bastard brother! The King and Queen are going to be so happy when I give them your bodies… My reward is going to be even grander!"

"Reward… was that reward enough reason to betray your King?!"

"You weren´t my King anymore after you broke your Oath."

"And thanks the Gods he did, or he would be tied to a treacherous family like yours" Jon said in that moment. He didn´t know how, but he could sense Viserion taking position just behind Lord Frey´s throne and his ilk. "It´s that everything you had to say, traitor?"

"Funny that you say that, deserter" the weasel continued, fixating his cruel gaze into Jon. "I have nothing more to say to you or that oathbreaking brother of yours, bastard."

"Too bad, because I do have something to say to you" he cleared his throat. "DRACARYS!"

"Draca… have you turned insane in the Wall, boy? What is that supposed to mean?"

The Freys laughed at that word too and Robb stared at his brother as if he didn´t know him at all. Before he could ask what was that supposed to mean, the wall behind Lord Frey was thrown down by a massive force. Robb Stark was speechless. Had his brother managed to get himself an army and besiege the Twins while they were feasting? The answer came in the form of a big, reptilian head that came through the hole on the wall, glaring at Lord Frey. The dragon, because it was the only thing it could be, focussed his golden eyes on the old Lord, who soiled his breeches in fear. Seriously, Robb could smell the stench from where he was… or had the closer Freys also lost control of their bowels? Again he couldn´t ask his question, as the animal opened his maw and open fire over Lord Frey, turning him into a pile of charcoal. His brood screamed and tried to escape, the crossbowmen doing the same. Or most, because more than one pointed their crossbows towards Jon. He noticed this and turned to them.

"Viserion, Dracarys!" he ordered again and the dragon answered, turning his head towards the crossbowmen, who were turning into ashes in a second. The remaining Freys grabbed their weapons and tried to attack the dragon´s rider. "Dracarys!"

As more and more people turned to ash, Robb tried to make sense of what he was happening there. How had his brother, Jon Snow, a bastard Stark of the North, gotten a dragon? Could it be that he… had Targaryen blood? Was that why he could control the dragon? Why Eddard Stark, a paragon of honour, had never deemed to mention the name of his mother? Out of fear to see his son executed more than shame of having lied with woman out of wedlock? As he pondered on this, his lords started to take action. The Greatjon and Ser Wylis Manderly worked on opening the doors. Roose Bolton silently went to help them (not letting the other notice how he disposed of his hidden blade). Someone by his side mentioned that there could be an attack on their camp on that very moment, so the other Lords got into move. Jon also heard that, walking towards his dragon and mounting it and taking to the skies towards where the northern army was stationed.

"The towers… I need somewhere I can see!" he commanded and his Lords obeyed.

As most of the guards and warriors were in the Halls or the camp right now, it was easy to conquer the Twins, with the few barely armed men he got. He found Perwyn and Olyvar Frey locked in their rooms too. They were received with suspicion, as they were family of traitors, but Robb decided to give them the benefit of the doubt. As they reached the highest place of the Twins, the King in the North managed to see the camp seemingly lit alight and a white form flying on top of it. That must be the dragon… Viserion, he thought was his name… raining fire over the Freys and their bannermen. The screams reached that place, as did the smell of burning corpses. It was sickening… and at the same time relieving.

"My King, it´s not safe here, we should return inside the keep" urged him Maege Mormont, also watching the dragon fly.

"With dragons back in this world, there is no safe place" Robb answered, but returned inside the Twins. He would receive his brother like he should a warrior after a victory, with wine and food aplenty… and listen to his history. It promised to be a good one at least.

It was already dark when Jon returned on dragonback, with a surprise for his cousin. Grey Wind howled, reuniting with his owner in a heartfelt manner, licking all of his face. Ghost was by his side, the only one in the room apart from his owner not to fear the dragon that was still peeking through the hole in the keep, not trusting them all. Jon, tired and dirty, grabbed a chalice and a decanter of wine. Pouring himself a cup full of Arbour Gold, he raised it and made a toast.

"For the bride and groom" he said before emptying the cup in one long gulp and falling into a chair in exhaustion. Robb approached and refilled it, also serving himself. For the bride and groom indeed.

-In King´s Landing-

Tywin Lannister was sure of his victory against the northern army. Soon, news of the Young Wolf´s death at the hands of Walder Frey and Roose Bolton would arrive to the capital and the wedding of his grandson to Margaery Tyrell would make sure his legacy would held the throne for centuries, even more than the dammed Targaryens he had brought low. Now he only needed to make sure Stannis and the Targaryen girl in the East died… or that was what he thought as he walked towards the Small Council´s chamber.

"Good morning, my lord" Varys said in that sweet voice of his, reeking of perfume as ever. "I hope to find you in good…"

"Stop with your pleasantries and give the information you have called us to deliver, eunuch" Tywin said, not in the mood for small talks. He only expected news of his victory.

"Then I will be quick: the Targaryens are stirring in the East" that… wasn´t what he was expecting. "My little birds bring me tales of them conquering Volantis, getting more men for their armies and not only that." He stopped for a second. "Daenerys Targaryen´s dragons are finally big enough to be mounted. In fact, her own mount is already known around Essos as Balerion reborn."

"Those are lies! The whore´s dragons couldn´t have grown so much in such a short time!" Cersei screamed, followed by her wretch of a son demanding someone to bring him the exiled princess´ head.

Not for the first time, Tywin cursed his daughter´s utter incompetence. He had worked so hard to make her Queen and for what? For her to fail in practically everything that meant to be Queen except for birthing children? She couldn´t even raise her son, her coddling of the boy turning him into a useless, spoiled, cruel monarch that could spell as much danger to the dynasty he was trying to build as the Targaryen girl or even Stannis. And the prostitutes… he had seen the corpses disposed off in the middle of the night. Rumours of sheep usually meant nothing to a lion, but is the rumours about the missing girls and their destinies run around even more… no, he decided. Joffrey had sealed his fate. As soon as the Tyrell girl births an heir, he would get rid of his mad grandson, sent Cersei to back Casterly Rock and take care of the infant King himself. But for the moment…

"The dragons are still far away" Tywin commented. "We should focus on the enemies that we still have in Westeros."

"Unfortunately, there won´t be long before the dragons are at our doorsteps, Lord Hand" the eunuch answered, calmly. "My little birds recently sung songs about an emissary of the Dragon Queen arriving in Sunspear with an offering to the Martells."

Tywin´s and Tyrion´s blood ran cold. Of course, for completely different reasons. Tyrion´s mind was focussed on Myrcella and how he had invertedly put her into danger. The Martells hated House Lannister much more than they hated Rhaegar, so, if the offer was good enough, the vipers would definitely side with Daenerys Targaryen over the Lannisters in an effort to take revenge for their dear Princess Elia. And his poor niece would become a hostage. Lord Tywin, on the other side, was more worried about the possibility of the dragons gaining more men for their army and ports from where to launch their invasion. They had to deal with the Young Wolf immediately and move to the Targaryens before these ones gained the upper hand.

"Send a letter to Sunspear with the offering of a seat in the Small Council for Doran Martell in case he allies himself with us. Tell him to deliver to me that emissary from the Princess Daenerys. Varys, focus on the east now. I want information on the movements of the Targaryens in the East."

"What about Robb Stark or Stannis Baratheon, Father?" Cersei asked.

"Soon, the North is going to be brought to heel" he informed. "And as for Stannis… he will be dealt with by our allies in the North, him and his meagre forces."

As Tywin retired to his chambers to pen the letter to Lord Bolton and Prince Doran, Varys smirked on a job well done. It had been so easy to mislead the Old Lion when he believed he himself was winning. By the time Lord Tywin´s letter reached Sunspear, the King would have been gone for days. Now, to the next business on the list… he slipped one of his letters into the hands of a little bird of his and told him to deliver this to the desk of Lady Olenna herself. The Queen of Thorns would know immediately from whom it was. As for him, he quickly changed into one of his costumes and went for the docks. He entered a tavern filled with loud sailors, going straight for the back. Entering a room in the back, he faced two cloaked figures.

"You are late" Jon Connington said, lowering his own hood.

"I apologize, my lord, there were… issues to take care about" Varys answered, fixing his look into Connington´s companion. Aegon also lowered his own hood, his silver locks finally free of any trace of blue. "My King"

"What news of the Keep, Lord Varys?" down to business, apparently.

"The Old Lion knows that an emissary from the Targaryens has gone to Dorne. There was no way to hide it from him indefinitely, so I decided to reveal it to him in advance so I can keep his trust… and my place in the Small Council. Now… how were your dealings with Prince Doran?"

"Bad" Aegon rolled his eyes. "My uncle refuses to help us unless in the process his daughter is made Queen." He shook his head. "Frankly, I can´t understand his stubbornness. There is going to be Martell blood in the Throne anyway, why would he try to force my cousin on me? Fortunately, there was a rather happy turn of events on our last day there."

"What?"

"Princess Arianne decided to be more reasonable than her father and she proposed a deal that benefits us two. I protect her rights over the throne of Dorne and she helps me gain the armies of her Kingdom. She told me she had friends that could help us invade" He smirked. "My uncle was an idiot not to confide in his daughter with his plan. She didn´t want to be replaced by her brother as ruler of Dorne."

"I would advise you to be cautious, Princess Arianne has demonstrated her incompetence as a player of the Great Game before."

"I know, I´m being cautious and making other plans in case this one doesn´t work" Aegon crossed his arms. "The best part is that she didn´t even asked for my brother´s hand in marriage."

"Then Prince Jaehaerys is still available for marriage?" the King nodded. "It´s fantastic news, as I have… ahem… taken the liberty to arrange a potential betrothal for him."

"What?" the Targaryen glared. "Since when I gave you leave to do something like that?"

"It´s only a tentative and it still has much to go before it´s set in stone, but with great rewards if it´s put into motion" the Master of Whisperes explained. "I have sent a secret message to the Lady Olenna for her to reunite with us tomorrow. If the negotiation gets on well, not only we will break the Alliance between the Lannisters and the Reach, but gain access to one of the biggest armies in Westeros and the bread basket of the Realm. We will only need to give Lady Margaery a Prince."

"My King, it´s worth a try" Connington approved. "And we won´t have to worry about how Prince Jaehaerys is going to be treated by the reachmen as we would with the dornish."

"Worth a try, you say… we will see" Aegon still doubted. "Another thing to report?"

"Lord Tywin planned something for the Northern Army. Whatever it is, he is sure that soon the news of the Young Wolf´s death will reach his ears. His army has marched towards the Riverlands under Ser Jaime to finish the subjugation of the North."

"That´s why he left Volantis in such a hurry" the King smirked, thinking about the surprise that expected the Lannisters when they reached the northern lines. "I´m sure Lord Lannister is going to be SO disappointed when the news really reach him…"

Hello! For those who are reading this fic, it´s the new chapter. Guess what the Lannister army is going to find when they arrive on the Twins? Review!