AN: I don't own any of this story. All proceeds go to George R.R. Martin.

Chapter 14

James IV and the Young Griff

James

James laid in his bed in pain, as the morning sun began to shine through the room. His stomach and back constantly throbbed in pain, and the bandages he had to wear made it uncomfortable to sleep. James was constantly shifting from one side to the other in his sleep, and sometimes on his back, but nothing seemed to help. It had been a few good days since he got some proper rest; because he refused to drink dream wine or milk of the poppy. Sam had insisted on doing so but James refused. He had grown to accustomed to drinking that in order to fall asleep, and he felt he was becoming dependent on it. He'd also have terrible dreams about the assassination attempt, and most of them ended in him actually being killed. The dream always showed Margaery Tyrell's face, smiling, and nodding at the men. It made James enjoy sleep less and less. However, the sleepless nights were raking up its toll, and he needed some proper rest to rule the realm.

It became increasingly harder to go to the small council meetings in the morning; his aching body made it hard for him to walk, and he always walked with a limp when he did so. The ache he felt from his scars would make him retch over in pain as he walked, and he became embarrassed by it. Ser Jorah had seen to upping the amount of men-at-arms around the Red Keep, and always had a few men posted outside of the royal chambers. When Dany was making love to him, he couldn't help but think that Jorah was listening; his face red from jealousy. And so James became increasingly somewhat paranoid about when Aegon would strike next, as did Dany.

She always had men and women she could trust around her and the kids. Most small council meetings began to run into the afternoon, and sometimes late evenings. Varys was becoming increasingly worthless, as he never had any news to tell. Jon said not to trust him. It made James tired and restless. Not to mention he was just in pain the whole time. There was nothing he could do for that, and he just accepted it. Jon would listen to the pleas in the afternoon, as James would just rest. He was grateful for that, and he owed Jon a lot. Aegon was still nowhere to be found, and nobody could guess his next move. There was nobody in Westeros he could be with.

Stannis had written that he sent over one-hundred men to go looking for him, and they still hadn't returned. The only thing going for them now was Bran moving South with a northern host, and Jon hopefully marrying Arianne Martell. Their had been a response yet, and all were hoping she'd say yes. Taking the Martell's right from Aegon would put an advantage on the Crown, and would be a huge blow to Aegon. Jon was a handsome man, and James knew Arianne would like him. He just hoped that Aegon didn't get to her first. Arianne was older than Jon, and the princess to Dorne, but he didn't care. He realized he had to play his part too, and knew that Arianne wasn't exactly hard to look at.

Playing with the kids was nearly impossible, as Eddard would accidentally hit him in the stomach, or Rhaella would throw a fit if he didn't pay enough to attention to her. She was increasingly becoming like a little lady and she couldn't even form a sentence yet. Yet, James was making up for the time he lost with them and couldn't say no to them.

The sounds of chirping birds struck James from his thought's, as he felt the feeling of breath against his chest. He turned his gaze down and saw Dany sleeping; looking as if she was in eternal bliss. Her silver hair was splayed across his arm and chest, and her face pressed against his chest, James just watched her sleep. It had been a few weeks since his attack, and since he'd reconciled with Dany. She was the most important thing in his life, besides his kids, and he felt sorry for how he treated her. In some ways James couldn't forgive himself, and accepted his pain as penance for his treatment of her.

Daenerys had been with him day and night when he was still reeling from his attack, and never left his side. She said that whilst he slept, she laid awake and held him, telling him stories of how she loved him and the past. Recounting old tales of the courting and when they had made their children. In his sleep, she recounted tales of her life and of the future she envisioned for the both of them. Daenerys envisioned them living in a small cabin on a beach, with a red door on the front, and they were both old and in love while Eddard ruled the realm. Arya recounted to James that by the time they had gotten back to King's Landing they had found the door closed, and listened in on Daenerys talking to him while he slept. She was telling him a story about when they courted.

"Do you remember, James?" Dany said, stroking his head, while it laid on her lap. "Do you remember when we shared our first kiss, that day in the gardens. We were sitting down on the ground, the stars shone down upon us, and you had surprised me with fruit. You fed me strawberries, just how I liked, and we laid down on the ground. We stared at the stars, and you pointed out each constellation to me; naming all the different stars. 'There is ice dragon,' you said with a point of your finger, and then you pointed to another star next to it and looked at me. Your grey eyes locked with my violet ones, and we just stared at each other. To think that was almost three years ago, but it feels like a lifetime. I was only twenty and four at the time, and you twenty and eight. I thought you asking me to court you was some stupid northern superstition, but I'm glad we did. I'd say it was the best decision I made in a while."

Dany chuckled to herself, "And remember what you said to that one, James. You told me that we could name that star, and so we did. Do you remember the name we came up for it...it was named, 'Dany Stormborn.' That is was the second time you called me that, and I don't think I ever fell as hard as I did for you in that moment. Then I looked up at you, and you looked down at me: both of us locking eyes without so much as a word. That's when you bent down and kissed me, lightly at first, and then we kissed harder than ever before. It was the first time I kissed a man without thinking of Drogo. I loved Drogo and I think I always will, but I love you too, James. That is why you must come back to me, and to the babies. They need us, James."

"And do you remember the night we made our children, James. I liked to believe we conceived them on our wedding night, but I'm not sure when we did; let's just say it was then. You and I were so nervous, James. Neither of us were maids but we acted as if we were. Then we made love as if you were taking my maidenhead for the first time, and it was so sweet. I know you will never believe me, but in the back of my mind I knew that was special. I had a feeling that the seed would quicken, even though I thought I was barren."

That is when James woke up, the next morning, he found his head cradled in her arms and Dany awake, smiling down upon him. She kissed him on the forehead, and they laid like that for the rest of the day. When Arya told him that story, he felt so bad for how he treated her. However, he could not help but think about Drogo. The Dothraki Khal had never been on his mind, and he never asked Dany about him, just like how she never asked about Cersei. It was when James had finished making love to her for the first time since he killed Ros, that he decided to ask her about Drogo.

"Dany.." he said, as she looked up at him and smiled. Her small breasts pressed up against his chest, and the warmth of her skin made them both hot.

"Yes, my sweet?" she asked, reaching a hand up to stroke his cheek.

James took her hand and kissed it, "Arya, told me about what you did when I was sleeping."

"She did?"

"Yes."

"And what did Arya tell you?"

"That you held me and told me stories. The only one Arya heard was about the first time we kissed."

Dany laughed, as she held his hand, "She is right about that one, I did tell you that."

"Tell me about, Khal Drogo." James said, the name of the man who would always be on Dany's mind felt queer upon his lips. He didn't know if it was jealousy or something...

Dany looked at him, her eyes filled with sadness, "What do you want to know?"

"Everything, Dany. You told me about Rhaego, but never once have you told me about, Drogo. I know that you love him, perhaps more than me, and I've always wondered..."

Dany sighed, and sat up from the bed. James was sitting against the headrest, as she straddled him, and took his face in her hands; making sure he was looking at her in the eyes...those violet eyes. Her face was an inch away from his, and their breath became one. Her naked body before him, and the smell of her hair in his face. He buried his face into her shoulder, letting the smell of her silver hair fill his nostrils, and he hugged her: naked bodies pressed against each other . She stroked the back of his head with her hand, and showered kisses upon his short hair.

"I don't love him more than you," she whispered into his hair. "Drogo was my first love, and I can never forget him. I was a young timid girl when I met him, and Viserys had made me that way. Because of Khal Drogo I grew into the women I'am today, and I will always remember him."

She pulled his face from her shoulder, and forced him to look at her. Dany smiled, "But I didn't share a child with, Drogo. I have two beautiful twins with you, and for that I'am so grateful. Drogo may have been my first love, but you are my last love, James Stark. Nothing in this world could tear us apart, and I will die old by your side. When I saw you lying there, near death and in pain, I shared it with you. That night when you were sleeping, and constantly screamed out, I held you. When finally, the cries and the pain stopped, I just told you stories. I showered you with kisses and bathed you in my tears; for I couldn't stand to lose you like I did, Drogo."

She sighed, "I lost the Khal to a Maegi called, Mirri Maz Duur. Drogo had been close to death from a wound he received in battle, and was near death. I was young, stupid, in love, and desperate to save him. So I turned to the witch, and begged her to save him. Little did I know that the price for life was death, and that price was my unborn son, Rhaego. When I found Drogo, he was a shell of his formal self, and was a catatonic human. So I spent one last night with him, and spent it telling him stories, like I did with you, and showering him with kisses and tears. When I realized he would never come back to me I took a pillow, and ended his life. So you see I will always love, Drogo, but I love you more than you'll ever know."

James stared at her for a while, and was speechless. The story had been so sad. She smiled again, and kissed him, stroking his cheek. James felt moisture in his eyes, and quickly buried his face in her shoulder again. All the pent up anger, frustration, sadness, and regret poured out of him with each tear.

"I'm sorry." James said over and over, as if it was a prayer, "I'm so sorry, Dany. I didn't mean to treat you like I did. I'm such a stubborn fool, and I don't deserve you. How can you forgive me?"

He wanted to stay in her shoulder forever, and never pull away.

James felt Dany pull his head from her shoulder, and she stared at his tear-stained face. She smiled and wiped away whatever tears remained, and kissed him again.

"But don't you see?" she said, "I already have."

Than she kissed him again, with the fervor of a thousand suns, and they made love that night. James was too weak to love her, but she rode him and took care of the rest. Dany did all the things that she claimed a Lyseni women named, Doreah, taught her. And that night James had her in every way a man could. The only thing that stopped them was the rising sun. When the sun broke the horizon, Dany made him hard again with her mouth and rode him so wildly he needed new bandages. It almost made his wounds tear open again.

The Old Gods had no power in the South, but James bet it was the Seven who were punishing him. James basked in his shame, but at the same time didn't let it control him. Dany had been there for him through all of it, and he didn't deserve her. Everyday he'd wake up and she would help him dress. She'd also attend small council meetings with him, and sleep with him too. James was still to weak to make love to her, but Dany would take care of it. The night they reconciled she mounted him and made up for every time she wanted to and couldn't. At the end James was calling out her name. He'd hope they could have another child together.

James looked down at her again, and saw she was stirring; her eyes opened gradually, as she looked up at him and smiled.

"Good morning," James said, kissing her brow.

She snuggled closer to him, "It is a good morning, is it not?"

"Besides the constant pain I'm in, and the restless sleep I have. I couldn't feel better." he smiled at her.

"I'm sorry." Dany said, "I know it can't feel to well. And your hair has begun to grow back."

"I know and It's ok. Atleast I have you with me."

She kissed him.

"Plus I deserve this, Dany. It's the Gods way of making me suffer for how I treated you and the kids."

"No it isn't," she replied, "And I deserve to suffer too."

"You've suffered enough," James said, sighing, "It's my turn to share the pain." his scars began to throb.

"What's wrong?" Dany asked, she noticed his face wincing.

"The scars," James replied, to hurt to speak, "They always throb in the morning."

"Are you sure you can go to the small council meeting? I'll tell them you are feeling to weak. You can just rest all day."

"No," James said, stern, "I will show them that I'am strong, and I've had enough rest. I want to see the kids today."

"The kids will be fine," Dany said, she snuggled even closer, "Plus, they are both so in love with Sansa. I think Eddard likes her."

"What do you mean?"

Dany smiled, "Sansa claims that he always clings to her, and likes to kiss her. She says he is the real charmer."

"He sounds like a Stark already."

"More Stark than Targaryen," Dany admitted. "It seems Rhaella will be the Targaryen."

"She looks so much like one!" James said, "But I think she is a mixture of both. Rhaella reminds me a lot of Sansa at her age. With pretending to be a princess an all."

"Yeah but that little girl has a temper, James. The dragon blood runs through her…"

James gave a feign laugh at that. Sansa had been here for about a month now, and had been a huge help. His mother couldn't come because she wanted to be there for Bran, as she was there for Robb; and that James could understand. During the day Sansa would take care of the kids while James and Dany were at the meetings. James was happy when she came back with Arya and Jon, and she spent the whole day with him. Always willing to do things for him and take care of the kids: James had taken her for granted, as he did so many things in life.

It was there that she talked to him about everything; from Myrcella's pregnancy to her relationship with Willas Tyrell. Sansa was happy to say that it had been going well with him, but with Mace's and Margaery's treachery she couldn't trust Willas anymore. It seemed Sansa never caught a break. James didn't either with his sister: because Sansa had scolded him into seven hells. Arya had told her how James had been acting, and she let him have it.

"You ignored the kids!" she yelled, her copper hair tossing as she scolded, "Father would be ashamed."

James sat there quietly and took it. It seemed Sansa had more wolf than fish in her; even though she looked so much like a Tully.

"And how dare you treat Arya the way you did too!" Sansa continued to scold, she pointed a finger at him, "She told me how you would belittle her and insulted her at times. Why?"

"I'm not sure…" James said, quietly.

"Stop blaming the past for everything, James. It's time to start living for now."

James stayed quiet. Sansa sat next to him, and placed her head on his shoulder.

"Our family has been through enough, James. Me, You, and Arya have been through enough together. You'd think Arya would hold a special place in your heart for all we went through in King's Landing and the Kingsroad."

"She does." James said, "It's just I don't know how to show it with her."

Sansa scoffed, "Nonetheless, you should give Arya an apology. She suffered enough at your hands. She does love you, James. She wishes to have the same relationship with you that we have."

James sighed, "I wish she would have told me that."

"Arya would never admit it. You know that."

"I know." James replied, "I know."

Dany kissed him on the lips again, as she drew him out of his thoughts. He found himself in those to much these days. James looked down at her, and she yawns; while she is cuddling even closer to him. Her skin warming them both. And even now James never got used to it.

"What would you have done if I had died, Daenerys?" James asked out of the blue. He didn't know why, and the question just spewed out of him as if he was controlled by another. Dany became startled at this.

"Why would you ask that?"she asked, her anger rising.

"I'm not sure. Just curious, I guess."

"Well," she began, "I'd probably want to die with you."

"Don't say that. You need to stay alive as Queen and for the kids." James said, stroking her hair in-between his fingers.

"You know I'd never do that, James. I couldn't leave our babies."

James sighed, "Sometimes I think I deserved to die for how I treated them. I know they deserved a better father."

"Don't say that." Dany said, nuzzling her face on his chest, "I want us to see our kids grow and for us to become old together."

"I want that too." James replied, "I just don't understand how you've forgiven me so easily…"

"Because," Dany began, sitting herself up to look directly at him. The covers dropping down to her waist, exposing her breasts, James grew hard. Hopefully, Dany didn't notice. "I have no anger left in me, James. I have nothing left to give, but the love I couldn't give you. At first I hated you and cursed your name. Then I grew sad and cried for you, but I ran out of tears. I'm done being angry, James. I'm done being sad."

"I'm done being sad and angry too." He replied as Dany flipped over, and her knee brushed against his manhood. She looked up at him and smiled.

"I need you, James." she said, her hand going lower, "I want you in me. I want it like our wedding night."

He groaned, "I'm too weak for that."

"You can try…" She said, pouting. Dany batted her eyes, and fondled him as he groaned even harder. Those eyes made him do anything she wanted.

"Damn you." James muttered, as he mounted her. He was in too much pain, and couldn't pull himself up. Dany helped him and then he slowly pushed inside her. He began to slowly thrust, and found his rhythm. James grabbed her breast, as he looked at her in the eyes. Dany was breathing heavily and whimpering with each thrust, as she held on to his arms. Both smiled at eachother as she placed both hands on his head and played with his hair. He moved in and out of her for so long; that he was making up for each time he wanted to make love to her but couldn't.

Finally he spilled inside her and fell on top of her: his scars throbbing in pain. His arms felt like they'd turned to porridge. He kissed Dany as she stroked his hair, and he nuzzled his face in hers. They laid like that for awhile, until from the other side of the door came the sounds of laughter and…Sansa. James heard the knocking on the door, as he and Dany jumped out bed and threw robes on.

"Come in." Dany yelled, as Arya and Sansa poked their heads in and all four kids were in front of them.

"Good morning." James said weakly, as he propped himself down onto the bed.

Dany sat next to him and held his hand, as the kids ran through and began jumping on the bed, and playing. Arya and Sansa slowly walked into the room, and sat in-between Dany and James. The four of them watched the kids play in front of the twin hearths, as James kept to himself. He didn't do his daily thinking ritual, for he was to weak to get up, and decided to do it now. Arya sat next to him and kept quiet, as James noticed Sansa's gaze on him. She nodded to him and with a raise of her eyebrow, told James to talk to Arya, just with that look. It's like they were having a silent conversation between each other:

"Say sorry to her."

"But I don't want to, Sansa."

"Do it now, James. You know it's the right thing to do."

"I don't know what to say."

"You will know."

"Come on, Sansa."

"Do it."

"Alright, Alright. I'll put my head in the wolfs mouth."

"Good."

James shot her a lingering look of frustration, as she raised her shoulder in contempt, and turned back to Eddard: who was now begging to sit on her lap. Than he noticed Arya was looking forward, as he decided to breach the topic.

"Arya…" he said, under his breath as she turned to him. Her long brown hair fell to her shoulders, and her grey eyes looked at him. The same eyes he had. It was like looking at the female version of himself and Jon.

"Yes, James?"

"We need to talk."

She gave him a confusing look, "About what?"

"You know," he drew a breath, "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

He sighed, burying his face in his hands, "For treating you less like family than you deserve. I was just stressed and frustrated and angry. I'm sorry, Arya."

"You acted like a real ass, James. Not just to me but to Dany and your kids too."

"I know. And I'am regretting that everyday."

"Good and it is about time." she smiled.

James smiled back, "About time for what?"

"That you came back to us."

"I never went anywhere."

"Oh but you did, James. You did."

James gave her slight nod, acknowledging that she was right, and he didn't attempt to respond further. There had been a lot of animosity between them two, and mostly it was James' fault. He never listened to Arya on the small council, and mostly took Tyrion's side. She had come to resent him for it, and for how he treated Daenerys, and her. He was too stubborn to listen.

"Sansa told me about how you feel." he finally said.

"About how I feel about what?"

"That you wish we did have the same relationship you have with Jon, or that I do with Sansa. I promise to make that happen."

Arya punched him in the shoulder, "I did not say such a thing."

"I know you did," James smiled. Another few moments of silence passed.

"I never actually have thanked you, James."

"Thanked me for what?"

"For King's Landing and the Kingsroad."

James sighed, "Me, You, Sansa, and Gendry went threw a lot, didn't we?"

Arya nodded, "I think about it everyday. When I saw you lying there on your bed, it reminded me of when you almost died on the Kingsroad. The image of you bleeding out on the floor, as there was a huge slash on your chest."

"If it wasn't for Gendry…"

"I know." Arya said, "And that's why I had already forgiven you when I saw you lying there. Because if it wasn't for you, I might not be sitting here now."

The four of them sat there for awhile, watching the kids play, as it was time to prepare for the small council and break their fast. James sat with his family in his solar in Maegor's Holdfast. Daenerys came up with the idea of the family eating together for all meals; just so they knew everyone was safe. James was drinking some ale and eating eggs, as Jon came through the door. Instead of being groggy as he usually was, Jon, ran through the door with a raven scroll clutched in his hands.

Wordless, he handed the scroll over to James who picked it up and began to read. James frantically read, as he looked up at Jon with shock, as the boy laughed.

James looked up at Jon again, as everyone began to ask what was wrong.

"What did it say?" Dany asked, as James looked to her and smiled.

"The Martell's are coming."

-x-

The Young Griff

The Young Griff sat in his chambers in the Eyrie, as he looked out of his window and took in the the fresh Vale air. His hair began to flow over his eyes, and he watched the clouds move across the sky. Things had started to go for him in life, and he was so close to his goal. He'd been under the protection of Lord Petyr Baelish for awhile now, and was grateful for that. When the Young Griff takes back what is his he will remember those who helped him: and those who wronged him. His aunt Daenerys and her husband were in a strife right now, curtesy of Margaery Tyrell, and Aegon. They hadn't gotten word from Varys in weeks, and he hoped the first step of the plan was successful. Most, if not all, of this plan depended on the assassination of James Stark, but there were still other plans.

The Eyrie is the smallest of the great castles, consisting only of a cluster of seven slim, white towers bunched tightly together. They can hold up to five hundred men. The castle is made of fine white stone. The towers encircle a garden, which had been meant as a godswood, but no weir wood tree would take root in the stony soil. The barracks and stables are carved directly into the mountain. Though it is a small castle, the granary is as large as those found in much larger castles, like Winterfell.

Each day the Young Griff would just stay in his chambers, and never left his chambers. His blue hair always caused people to stare at him, and he remembered he wasn't in Essos anymore. There were times where he missed Jon Connington, and his guidance, but atleast he still had Rolly Duckfield with him. A servant came by each day to slip meals under his door, and that's all. All the Young Griff would do was sit in his room and eat, and sleep, and think about his plan. Everything had to go perfect.

The Young Griff sat back down in his desk, and continued to write out the ravens to all the Targaryen loyalists in the South. He'd gotten the Tyrell's to vouch their loyalty, and most of the other minor houses that sided with Rhaegar. The Dornish should declare by now, and he had stolen the majority of House Baratheon's bannermen from Gendry Waters. The Vale's men were his also, and it left the crown in a dire situation. If Asha can hold the Neck, than the Stark's will be held at bay until they can take Moat Cailin. All hinged on the death of Stark.

He poured himself a horn of ale, and sipped on it, as he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in." the Young Griff said, as Lord Baelish slipped through.

He was a short man of slender build, with handsome features, Petyr has gray-green eyes, a small pointed beard on his chin, and threads of grey running throughout his dark hair. He wore a doublet of black and grey, with his mocking bird brooch.

"Your grace," he said bowing.

"Do we have news, Lord Baelish?"

"We do." he replied, taking a seat across from the Young Griff.

He handed Petyr a pint of ale, as the man began to drink with him. Aegon studied his face, and could tell the news was not one he was reluctant to tell.

"Out with it, Baelish." Aegon demanded.

"We have news from Varys, your grace."

Aegon leaned himself closer to him; it was the news he was waiting for…

"The fools botched it, Aegon. The two Kingsguard did not take him by surprise, and he killed one of them. However, the other managed to stab him a few times and he fell to the ground. His Lord Commander, Jorah Mormont, saved him from the final blow. He is weak but James survived…"

Aegon coiled his fists, as he slapped the horn of ale on his desk: the ale spilled onto the floor and the horn shattered. Baelish stayed there seated, as Aegon jumped from his seat and began to pace.

"How did this happen!" he yelled, shaking his fists in the air. "We told them to specifically just slit his throat. It was simple, why didn't they….damn this Jorah Mormont."

"We need to re-create the strife we had between them."

Aegon scoffed, "Send Margaery back after him."

"He refused Margaery, and she fled the city with Mace. They're both in Highgarden."

"Damn!"

"There is other news, Aegon."

Argon turned to him, "What do you mean?"

"My spies in the south told me that Arianne Martell left Sunspear. Somehow they managed to find out about your betrothal to Margaery, and felt betrayed. They are headed to King's Landing, and will get there soon."

"King's Landing?!" Aegon asked, "Why would they go to King's Landing-"

"I heard other news from our Spider."

"Good or Bad?"

"Bad…"

Aegon threw himself onto his bed, "Tell me."

"It seems your brother, Jon Snow…or Targaryen, sent a raven to Sunspear. He has offered his hand to Arianne."

Aegon threw his face in his hands, as he began to groan. "The traitor! Jon is a traitor! If it wasn't for me and Dany they'd all be dead. If we didn't come with dragons, their wouldn't be a Westeros! Now Jon betrays me like my sweet aunt did…"

"It seems he is still a Stark, your grace."

"Yes," Aegon said, "Yes he is. I want you to send an envoy to the Martell's. Tell them I will wed Arianne, if they'd like. I'm the actual son of Elia, not Jon."

"But what about-"

Aegon waived a hand in the air, "The Targaryen King's have wedded more than one wife before, and I mean to continue the tradition. Just send the envoy."

"Certainly." Baelish replied, dipping his head. He was now playing at the servant, but Aegon knew about his ambitions, Varys had warned him. Aegon knew he had to keep a good eye on, Baelish.

After a few moments of thinking, a thought came to Aegon's mind.

"I've been thinking about how we can cause strife," he said, walking over to the desk and sitting down for a new horn of ale.

"Yes?"

"If we need James Stark to hear us…we need to be a little louder."

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, Aegon."

Aegon sighed, "We need to hit him where it hurts, Petyr. If we can't kill him then we can kill someone he loves."

"Like who? Daenerys…"

"No," Aegon said, "She is one of the last true Targaryen's. I can't let her die, yet. Once I take my throne she will become my third wife. No, I'm afraid we have to hit him…them…harder."

"Jon? His sisters? Who?"

"His kids…" Aegon mouthed to him in a whisper. Baelish sat back in his seat and began to think.

"His kids? Your grace they are but innocents. Both aren't even three yet."

"I wasn't even one when the Mountain claimed to kill me. Was my mother spared by the Usurper? Was my sister Rhaenys? No, they weren't. Neither were innocent in the eyes of Tywin Lannister. It is war, Lord Baelish: there are no innocents."

He waited a few seconds before talking, "And how would we do this?"

"You let me take care of that."

Petyr got out of his chair and studied the map of Westeros that Aegon had on his desk. It was an old map, and was stained with the corners curling back. Aegon had to put books at each corner to keep it flat.

"So what is the plan now?"

"Well," Aegon said, raking his hands through his hair, "With the botch assassination we need to have Asha attack the Neck…now. No doubt, Jon has sent word to the Lord of Winterfell and has called the Northern banners. It'd be a matter of time before they came South, and we'd have no time to react. No, send a raven to Pyke and tell her to attack."

"And once that happens…what do we do?"

"We'll have Stannis lay siege to Storm's End." Aegon said, pointing to the Storm Lands. "And the Tyrell's will lay siege to Riverrun. From there we will take the Knights of the Vale, and hook up with the rest of the loyalists. Hopefully, the Martell's will join us, and then we go to lay a siege on King's Landing. We will attack from land, and Stannis will take a fleet to the Blackwater Bay."

"I'm sure he'll love the irony in that." Baelish said, laughing.

Aegon snickered, "I didn't think about that. Anyway, that is the plan."

"What about the dragons, your grace?"

"Taken care of. It would be easier if we had the Dragon horn, but it is lost." Aegon said, with a waive of his hand.

"What do you mean?"

Aegon laughed, "I'm heading to King's Landing tomorrow, Lord Baelish. From there I will meet up with our Spider, and he'll sneak me inside the city."

"To do what?" Baelish asked, drinking his mead.

"To release the dragons, of course. It's about time they got some fresh air."

AN: So I decided to update once more before school starts tomorrow. I will be able to still update, and I'll try to balance both.