AN: Ok, I want to clear something up. People have been asking why Aegon was imprisoned and the answer is simple: because Dany didn't want him in the way, so she can take the Iron Throne. Basically, she turned around and had him arrested because he had the better claim. It's the main reason she isn't popular amongst the Targaryen loyalist's, except the Tyrells. The only reason the rest remain loyal is because of her dragons.

Also this chapter is almost two years later in the future. And the next chapter will be better, more drama to come, I promise...

I still don't own squat, so let's keep the train on rolling.

Chapter 8 Bran I and Sansa II

Bran

Bran sat in his chair in the Lord's Chambers within Winterfell. He gazed at the horizon as he sat there thinking; staring at a blood red sun, rising over the wolfswood. It was a very special day today for the Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North: he was getting married to Myrcella Lannister. Bran at first was reluctant to talk to the blonde haired beauty, as she was a Lannister and the child of Jaime and Cersei, the man who threw him out of the window. But over time he grew to love her, and even though she was his ward he couldn't help himself.

Myrcella saw past his problem and excepted him for who he was: a cripple. The love between them grew over time, like one of those winter roses that grew in the godswood. Sansa had told him so and he scoffed at the idea; Bran never thought himself capable of love. What women would want to marry a cripple? he thought to himself everyday, but Myrcella was different. She loved his personality, his intelligence, and in some ways they were the same. Myrcella herself was in some ways a cripple, she was missing an ear, and had a scar on her face; but that didn't matter. He loved her all the same.

The only people attending the wedding were Bran's family. Sansa was preparing the wedding, and was happy to do so. Myrcella's brother, Tommen, was invited but Stannis did not reply. It made her sad, because he was the only family she had. Her Uncle Tyrion was the only one coming, and the rest of the Lannister's at Casterly Rock she didn't consider her family. Her mother and father were dead. It made Bran sad. But Bran was happy it was to be a small affair, and he didn't care to invite the Northern Lord's because they harbored animosity towards House Lannister and Bran wouldn't have it. He was still to marry Myrcella no matter what.

Bran looked down at the courtyard and saw his family standing there, Gendry and Arya were watching Sansa play with their kids; Robert and Lyanna. Robert was a boy of two and looked identical to his father, while Lyanna was a girl of one who looked like Arya. Bran often laughed at their choice of names; the irony of it all. Sansa was still the same sister he'd grown up with, but was a strong women. She still remained the last Stark, besides Rickon, to get married, but Bran knew she'd been talking to Willas Tyrell for awhile now.

Sansa had tried to keep it a secret, but Bran always saw the letters going and coming from Highgarden. It seemed they might someday get married, and hopefully soon. Rickon was still a boy and master-at-arms at Winterfell, he was not serious about getting married. Although he did sleep around with many muller's girls and the like. It reminded Bran of James at that age and he had to laugh. He looked down to the courtyard again and saw this time his mother holding young Lyanna in her arms, while Robert tugged at her skirts wanting to be held. Catelyn had aged with grace and still kept the same color auburn hair, it seemed age refused to catch up with her.

As Bran kept watching the sun rise he felt two arms come from behind and wrap around his neck, it was Myrcella. She kissed his cheek and smiled as he reached up for her hand and kissed it,

"What are you doing?" she asked, looking at the horizon.

"Thinking," Bran replied, keeping his gaze forward.

"Why do you do this every morning, Bran?"

Bran gave it some thought, but he knew why. It was because of Ned.

"Ned," he answered, sadly, "My father did this and all the Stark men afterwards have too. Robb did as well."

"And what is the Lord of Winterfell, thinking about?"

"You," Bran said, looking back at her, she was smiling "You and our wedding later. I hope Sansa didn't make it too extravagant."

"Oh, let her be extravagant," Myrcella said, "It may be the last wedding she prepares before her children's and she is quite good at it. Look at how many she has prepared, there is Arya's and James…"

"James…" Bran said under his breath, Myrcella kissed his cheek again. It had been awhile since he'd seen James, his brother was too busy ruling. However, he kept in contact with all of them via raven. He wrote to Bran all the time, letting him know how the realm was going. Bran stayed mad at him quite a while, for embarrassing the family at the feast for Arya's wedding, and in spite chose not to attend his. And over time he remained mad for a while, until Sansa spoke him out of it.

"Are we nervous to see him?" she asked, hugging his neck tighter.

"It's been almost two years since I've seen my older brother, the King. I hope royalty hasn't gone to his head."

"Arya and Sansa said it hasn't. She lives down there, Bran. And Sansa just saw him two month's back. Arya see's him everyday, being on the small council and all. Gendry says the same."

"I hope they're right," Bran said, a hint of remorse in his voice, "I hope he is still the same man I knew when I was a boy. Or that man who became First Ranger."

"Well you can't expect him to be the same man, after being King for two years now," Myrcella said, the voice of reason, "Robert Baratheon changed much when he became King-"

"-And not for the better," Bran corrected, "I hope the same can't be same of James."

"It won't, you'll see." Myrcella replied, stroking his hair, "Are you excited to see Jon and Dany?"

"I almost forgot about Jon," Bran said, "I'm glad he is coming with them, and your uncle too."

"Uncle Tyrion!" Myrcella exclaimed happily, it made Bran smile, "Yes, he is the only Lannister family member who is coming. I don't know why Tommen didn't-"

"-It's ok, Cella," Bran said, kissing her, "It was probably Stannis who wouldn't let him, just out of spite."

"I know," she said, her voice filled with sadness, "Anyway, when should we expecting James's arrival?"

"Anytime now," Bran answered, "He told me he'd come the morning of the wedding. He specifically said to watch the horizon for the dragons."

"Ooo Dragons!" Myrcella said, her voice with wonder, "I'm excited to see them. Sansa said they're beautiful."

"They are. The first time I saw them, I nearly forgot how to speak."

Myrcella laughed, "Hopefully, the same won't happen to me."

Both were startled as he heard bells beginning to toll. Bran looked down to the courtyard and saw his family began to scramble. Catelyn gave the kids over to Arya and Gendry, who were talking to the kids. Sansa and Rickon readied themselves next to Arya, as Bran and Myrcella saw three large dragons looming over the horizon.

"Hodor!" Bran cried out, as the stable boy barged in the door,

"Hodor?" he asked,

"Help me into my wheel chair and escort me to the courtyard, quickly!"

"Hodor."

Hodor came back a few minutes with the chair, and helped Bran sit himself in it, as he pushed him to the courtyard. Myrcella was running behind him, trying not to stumble on her dress. Bran chose to wear a doublet of grey, and Myrcella a dress of crimson. Finally, they arrived in the courtyard and Bran waited in his chair with his family, as he looked up and saw the dragons were close. Rhaegal and Viserion landed outside of the gates, but Drogon loomed over the courtyard. His flapping wings causing a gust of wind, that made everyone yell. The kids were screaming in amazement at the dragons.

"Does he mean to land it in the courtyard?" Sansa asked, in shock.

"I believe so!" Gendry yelled, as Bran watched Drogon land in the entrance of the gate. His mighty wings flapping in the air and he let out a might roar. The kids screamed as Bran watched the black dragon in amazement, it's scales reflected the sun.

"Calm down, Drogon," he heard James say, as he looked up and saw his brother petting the dragons neck.

"We don't want to frighten the children, do we?"

Bran watched as his older brother jumped off the dragon, and stood a long way in front of them. He stared at Bran and smiled. Bran returned the smile in kind. Even at thirty, James did not look like he aged a day; as he stood there in a doublet of grey and black breeches. He sported a trimmed black beard, and the crown of the King in the North nestled on his long black hair. He didn't say a word as he turned around and helped Dany off the dragon, she was still as beautiful as Bran remembered, and was wearing a violet dress with her golden crown.

"She's beautiful," Bran heard Myrcella whisper in his ear, as he watched James kissing Dany. And than he helped Tyrion Lannister off the dragon and Jon; than suddenly he heard a child crying his name, and Bran saw his niece and nephew for the first time.

James helped his children down the dragon, two fraternal twins. A boy who he decided to name Eddard, who had Stark features and a girl named Rhaella who had the classic Targaryen features of silver hair and violet eyes. Bran knew had always known Dany wasn't barren, because he had a dream, the same kind he used to have as a child. It was just a matter of time. Both were almost two years old as he handed them off to Dany, and stared at his family with a smile.

"Daddy!" Eddard and Rhaella yelled, when Dany held him back.

"Let Daddy and uncle Jon, say hi to your aunts and uncles." Dany whispered to the children as James and Jon stood there side by side.

Suddenly, they began to run at them in full sprint, and Bran began to push his chair forward. Suddenly, he felt a gust of wind as Bran saw Sansa and Catelyn run towards them, with Arya and Rickon at their heels. Bran turned around to see Myrcella standing there, idly, as Bran motioned her over and she nervously stepped forward. He held her hand as they made their way towards the Stark reunion.

James was twirling Sansa in the air, as she demanded he put her down. Jon was hugging Arya and saying hi to Gendry, and the children. Catelyn turned to James and hugged him, as he turned and beckoned Dany forward. The Queen walked forward, all smiles, as she let her kids go play with Robert and Lyanna. Arya said they had grown close as cousins. Dany hugged every Stark and walked with James towards Bran. He and Jon stood before them, wordless, and smiling. The rest of the family standing behind them.

"The Lord of Winterfell," James said, smiling.

"And Warden of the North," Jon corrected.

"Your grace," Bran said with a nod, trying to hold in a laugh, "My Lord Hand."

After a few moment's everyone bursted into laughter, as James kneeled down and embraced Bran. Jon did the same and Dany said hello to Bran. Myrcella squeezed Bran's hand, as he noticed James's gaze linger on her.

"Myrcella!" he yelled, his voice full of joy.

"Your grace," she said meekly, curtsying.

James waived a hand in the air, "No, no, call me, James. Please."

"James…" she said, nervous.

"That's it. I remember when I first saw you, at the feast in Winterfell. All those years ago. Now you're a beautiful women, Bran is not good enough."

Everyone laughed, "Don't tease him." he heard Dany say, as James wrapped an arm around her.

"Where are the kids?" he asked, "I want them to meet Bran."

"Over there," Dany replied pointing to the kids. The four children were playing with each other, the two boys were pretending to play with swords. While the girls were sitting on the ground.

"Kids!" James yelled, as his two children stared at him, "Come meet your uncle Bran and your aunt Myrcella."

All four kids scrambled over, as Robert and Lyanna ran over to Gendry, and the royal children ran over to James, standing before his feet facing Bran. James knelt down in between them,

"Eddard, this is your uncle Brandon and that is your new aunt Myrcella. We call him Bran, can you say Bran?"

"Bran!" he repeated, as everyone laughed.

"Now go forward, and say hi."

James nudged the boy forward, as he began to timidly walk to Bran. The boy was wearing a doublet of black, with a three-headed dragon embroided in one side and a direwolf on the other. The boy shyly stood in front of him,

"Eddard, a nice name." Bran said, smiling. The boy nervously hugged him and Myrcella as he ran back to Dany.

"Now, this is Rhaella." James said, beckoning the girl forward. She looked exactly like Dany, and had all her beauty. She wasn't as shy as Eddard, as she ran forward and hugged Bran and Myrcella, before running back to James.

"As much as I enjoy this Stark reunion," Tyrion Lannister said, sarcastically, "I'm quite hungry and would like to break my fast."

"Of course, of course. Today is for you two and I don't want to hold you guys back, so please let's go to the Great Hall." James said, as he held Rhaella in his arms and Dany held Eddard.

Everyone began to walk to the Great Hall, all laughter and smiles. Bran looked up at Myrcella, who was laughing at the children.

"I told you," she said turning to him, "I told you, he didn't change."

Bran shook his head, "No, you were right. He hasn't changed at all. Except there is a spot of grey in his hair, from the stress. Don't tell him that, though."

Myrcella laughed, "I don't believe I will. Let's go break our fast with my new family, husband."

"Let's go, wife." Bran replied, smiling.

-x-

Sansa

Sansa sat in the long table of the Great Hall of Winterfell, as she sat next to the Queen and James. On her lap was the princess Rhaella, a girl Sansa had grown to love when she spent time in King's Landing. Sansa braided her hair in the style of the North, and fell in love with her silver Targaryen hair; she thought it looked better on girls. She was feeding her niece porridge as the family sat together in the table, breaking their fast. Shouts and laugh's filled the air, as the Stark boy's were remembering old times. Sansa smiled as Jon was recounting a story of him, and Robb trying to get the inn keep's girl to kiss them.

"When I tried to kiss her, I got nervous," Jon recounted, "Robb had already began to awkwardly kiss the inn keep daughter's friend, and claimed Theon was giving him pointers. But it looked like he was trying to suck her face off."

James and Bran were laughing hysterically, as Arya was scolding her daughter for not eating. Her nephew Eddard was asleep in Catelyn's arms, and Robert was sitting on Gendry's lap. Soon everything grew quiet, as everyone did when Robb was brought up. It took Bran to break the ice,

"James, tell the story of when you and Theon got caught by mother over here!" Bran pleaded, as Myrcella drew a smile.

Sansa was pleased that her younger brother was getting married, and she figured he'd never would've found love if it wasn't for Myrcella. She liked her new sister by law and knew she was a good girl, not plagued by the sins of her parents.

"So," James began setting down his spoon, Daenerys began to laugh as Catelyn scoffed. She hated this story.

"I was only, let's say, seventeen when Theon invited these two servant girls over to his chambers to practice kissing with us. I had kissed a girl before, and wasn't necessarily nervous, but my stomach was in a knot." He smiled to Dany and squeezed her hand, Sansa smiled.

"So we began kissing the servant girls, and she was ripping off my tunic and such…" Sansa noticed, he began to grow nervous because Catelyn was throwing him a look,

"So…Theon decided to go farther with the girl, and was pushing me out of the room, when mother opened the door. And let's say, that after that those girls were never seen in Winterfell again. Father said, mother sent them to Essos."

Everyone laughed, including Sansa when she noticed James grow quite. Dany squeezed his hand as rubbed his shoulder, as he smiled to her. It seemed they were still in love, and Sansa hoped to have the same one day. She'd been talking to Willas Tyrell and that was going well, but she didn't know if he was the one. Sansa had met him at James's wedding, and talked to him by raven when she was at Winterfell, and saw his father at King's Landing. Rhaella had fallen asleep in her arms, as everyone finished eating and they sat there talking about the realm.

"So, how is ruling going?" Rickon asked.

"Fine," Jon replied, "But there are always a few bumps along the road."

"Such as?" Catelyn asked, stroking Eddards hair.

"Such as, the loyalists," James said, "They will never be happy until Stannis is no longer on Dragonstone, and I don't sit on that barbed throne."

"How is Stannis?" Bran asked, as Cat echo him, "And Littlefinger?"

James scoffed, "Two years have passed with no reply, from either. I've sent numerous ravens and envoys. No response."

"That is troublesome," Cat said, "Baelish is a snake. He must be up to something."

"That is what worries me," Jon said, "But Varys insists that his little birds claim that Littlefinger is still in the Vale, ruling."

Cat scoffed, "Petyr was always too ambitious, even when we were children. When he challenged Brandon Stark, he'd gone to far. Your grandfather, Hoster, expelled him from Riverrun because of it. Since then, he has had ill feelings towards me and my House."

"I'll handle Littlefinger," James insisted, "And Stannis. That man is just upset that Gendry is Lord of Storm's End, but he has the better claim being Robert's son. I swear, if they don't respond soon. I'll go there myself."

"I've been telling you to do that for awhile now, James." Jon said, he sounded agitated.

"I know, I know. But I've got seven kingdoms to run, Jon!"

They kept bickering back and forth as Sansa noticed Dany's gaze was on her, she was smiling with her golden crown on. Her violet eyes peered through her, and Sansa knew why James liked them so much. It made you feel at ease,

"So Sansa," the Queen began, "Tell me how are thing's with Willas?"

Sansa felt herself blush, "They go well, Dany. He and I write each other often."

"That's good to hear," Dany said, patting Sansa's hand, "Hopefully, it'll become more than just writing someday."

Sansa felt herself smiling, "Maybe, your grace. I think it may."

"Do you like him?"

"Oh yes, very much so. Willas is a very charming man, and smart too."

"I hear he raises the best horses in the Seven Kingdoms."

"Yes," Sansa said, "He offers only the best horses, hawks, and hounds."

"You'll find love one day, Sansa. Don't worry."

"I hope so," Sansa said under her breath, before looking to Dany, "And I hope, it's like the love you and James seem to have. How do you do it?"

Dany laughed as she clutched his hand, "I don't know, Sansa. We just do. I say that my decision to court him was the smartest thing I've done, in a while. I grew to love him as you will love Willas, I know."

Suddenly Sansa felt princess Rhaella stir in her arms, and the child woke up, rubbing her eyes. Dany offered to take her, but the girl resisted; clutching Sansa's arms. Both the women laughed,

"She has taken quite a liking to you, Sansa," Dany said, smiling as her child played with Sansa's locket.

"I love children," Sansa replied, "And little Rhaella here is a beauty."

"I remember when I was told I was pregnant," Dany began, "I thought Sam was joking and I couldn't believe it. I was told that I would be barren for life, but apparently Mirri Maz Duur was wrong. James was so happy when he found out; he didn't leave my side for the whole nine months. The only time we were separate was when he listened to pleas, and went to the small council meetings."

"Do you wish for more?" Sansa asked, "More children?"

Dany laughed, "These two are such a handful, that I'm not sure. James insists that he does because he said that Starks always have more than two children, but I'm content with these two."

Sansa smiled, "He's right about that one. Stark's do have a lot of children, your grace. My grandfather Rickard, had four."

"Do you want children, Sansa?"

"Of course!" Sansa exclaimed, "I won't marry a man, who doesn't."

"Good," Dany said, "That's good to hear."

The day passed as finally the hour of the wedding was upon them, and Sansa was in the godswood with just her family and Tyrion Lannister. James stood with Jon and Gendry in front of the Heart Tree, as Bran was there in his chair: sweating his heart out, and nerves were settling in. Sansa was standing with Dany and her mother, on the other side as Arya was with Myrcella and Tyrion. Finally, everyone went quiet as Tyrion led Myrcella before the Heart Tree, and Bran stood up in leg braces he had made for himself. Myrcella was dressed in an ivory dress, the same one Arya used for her wedding, and she stood next to Bran, as James performed the ceremony. He smiled before them.

"The Starks have been married in front of a Heart Tree for thousands of years. From the times of King Theon, to King Torrhen. What we have here is sacred, these two, House Stark and House Lannister will become one." James said, his voice ringing through the godswood as both Bran and Myrcella faced each other, hand in hand.

"And who thought we would've seen the day!" Tyrion jested, as Myrcella chuckled.

"I believe you two know the words," James said when they looked at each other and said the words that Arya and Gendry said before them,

"Where you go, I will go. Where you stay, I will stay. Your people will be mine. When you die, I will die. And there I will be buried. Before the gods of our ancestors, I swear, neither death nor it's darkness will separate us."

Than Tyrion stepped forward and removed her Lannister cloak, as Bran placed a Stark cloak on her back, with some help from Jon. Than they finally kissed as Lord and Lady of Winterfell, and the Stark family clapped for them. Sansa was crying, as usual, but to her surprise Dany and Arya were too. She thought she'd never see the day. Than she looked at Bran again and saw her and Willas.

After the feast had died down, and the children fell asleep. Sansa went out to the courtyard to bid farewell to James, Tyrion, Jon and Arya and Gendry. They stood before the gate, in furs, as Jon and James cradled the sleeping children on their shoulders. Dany was with Tyrion as she stood with James, holding his hand.

"Can't you just leave tomorrow?" Sansa asked as she stood before them with her mother and Rickon, it had begun to snow lightly. Bran and Myrcella were alone, and Arya's kids had gone to sleep, and Gendry held them both.

"As much as I would love to, Sansa. I have to go and rule again, tomorrow. I can't leave the running of the realm to Jorah Mormont forever." James said, as Dany laughed. Rhaella stirred in James arms.

"What about you, Arya?" Catelyn asked, "Surely you can stay longer!"

"I can't, mother," she replied, "Me and Gendry belong on the small council."

"Ok," Sansa replied, pouting, "But please try and visit more often."

James smiled as he handed off Rhaella to Dany, and mounted Drogon. She was behind him with the kids, as Jon said farewell to Sansa and Catelyn and ran out the gates to mount Rhaegal with Tyrion and Arya with her kids.

"You have to visit King's Landing again, Sansa!" Dany yelled, as Drogon began to fly upward.

"I will!" Sansa yelled back as the dragons flew up in the air and left.

Sansa stood in the courtyard with her mother and they both watched as they flew away, and Sansa was once again, alone