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Weeks later, Allister Thorne sat in his room in the wall. The words Janos spoken to him still echoed in his mind. He could not wrap his head around why so many lords claimed her to be a Queen if had no Targaryen blood. The great other was something that stories the rangers spoken of a time or two but they were not more than stories. He had supported the Targaryen family before he was sent to the Wall. There were others that were also supporters of Targaryen family here. The story of Queen Raenera's dragons reached the Wall no one believed them to be true until the Stark soldiers showed up. He had heard the story of the dragon eggs hatch first hand. At first, he blew it off as nothing more than a story. But now he was not so sure. He wondered if there was any truth to that. He stared at the fire. His hand went to his chin. The flames danced in the fireplace. As a thought entered his head, what if all the stories were true. What if Raenera was never really Raena Arryn but she was always Raenera Targaryen. That would mean whoever she married would be the rightful king. She was married to the Stark boy, Robb, the bastard Jon Snow now Stark's brother. He stood up grabbing his cloak. He stormed outside heading toward the one man here that would know if the stories were true, Maester Aemon. All the while, Allister Throne's eyes traveled to Lannister supporters at the Wall. He walked determined to where Maester Aemon chambers.
Maester Aemon turned his head at the sound of someone opening the door. Allister sat down across Maester Aemon.
"Who is here?" Aemon asked.
"Maester Aemon I have a question for you," Allister Thorne said
"What is the question Ser Allister Thorne?" Aemon asked.
"Is it true?"
"Is what true," baringAemon asked.
"Is she really a Targaryen?" Allister Thorne asked.
"Yes, Aerys II wrote to me after he married Lady Lilliyan Umber. It was around the same time that his son, Rhaegar, by some accounts kidnapped; other say ran off with, Lyanna Stark. When he wrote me he told me of her pregnancy. A week before the news that tested my vows a raven bearing the news that Lilliyan Umber had died in childbirth but a baby girl survived. The Maester and High Septon wrote her name to me. She was named to the throne after Rhaegar and Viserys. Princess Raenera Targaryen, I will never forget that news. They claimed the child looked more like her mother much like Rhaegar daughter Rhaenys looked like Elia. But the one trait that child processed that make her Targaryen heritage unquestionable was her amethyst colored eyes." Aemon said.
"What about the rumors that she is Jon Arryn's daughter?" Allister asked his hand on his chin.
Aemon got up moving over where he placed Raenera's first letter to him. He picked it up walking back over to Allister Thorne. He handed him the letter. Allister's eyes went wide as he read the letter.
"You see the world for the longest time she was seen as Jon Arryn's daughter. I am thankful to the new and old gods that Jon Arryn saw in his heart to spare her. He saved her life. A Targaryen alone in the world is a horrible thing. So yes Raenera is a Targaryen and rightful queen of Westeros," Aemon said.
Allister stared at the letter in shock. One thing was clear to him some things at the Wall had to change. If Raenera was a Targaryen and her dragons were real that meant that her husband was the King. Meaning Robb Stark was rightful King and anyone that talked against the Starks or Targaryen had to pay.
Cersei sat in the small council chambers. Her mind was on the fact news of the Crownlands were slowly falling. The crown was on the verge of collapse. Her eyes travel to Varys the more she thought of Raenera having spies in King's Landing the more she thought her initial thought of her old nurse was little farfetched. The spy or spies must be high placed to learn the secret which they have betrayed; that means a high ranking individual. Which mean it had to be someone on the small council. She knew that it had to be either The Grand Maester Pycelle whom she did not trust or Lord Varys or the Gods forbid both. Lord Varys was very helpful in Robert's hunt for the other Targaryen children. What were their names again? Daenerys and Viserys that right. She did not see why he would betray the crown now. So Cersei money was on Grand Maester Pycelle. That old adage rang true keep your friends close keep your enemies closer. Cersei green eyes travel to Pycelle. It did not help matters that no one had found Tommen and Joffery were increasingly harder and harder to control. That was the main reason Qyburn now sat on the small council. He had come to King's Landing after the failure of Roose Bolton to kill Raenera Targaryen now Stark. He had been named Master of War. She had little doubt that he would find a way to stop that Bastard Dragon Whore and her Young Wolf of a husband if it killed him. His experiments on humans that got him kicked out of the Citadel was the main reason she placed him as such.
"The Iron Bank is demanding repayment," Lord Varys said.
"How much ?" Cersei asked.
"More then the crown can afford at this time," Maester Pycelle said.
"How much can we pay?" Cersei asked.
"Maybe a third if that," Varys said.
"We must find a way to appease the Iron Bank," Cersei said getting a bit of a headache.
"We are at war certainly they will see reason that we will repay them in after we have squashed this rebellion," Qyburn said.
"What do know of the Iron Bank Qyburn?" Lord Varys asked.
"What do you Lord Varys," Qyburn questioned back.
They locked eyes with each other. They did not see eye to eye. Cersei looked between the two of them. This meeting was already giving her a headache. And they had not even discussed the true matter at hand. With was that more towns and settlements in the Crownlands fell every day. After they fell all her spies in those places went silent. Joffery was getting more and more temperamental and impatience. He wanted Raenera's head on a spike and no one could give to angered him more.
"Enough," Cersei shouted.
It was enough that Qyburn and Varys eyes traveled to her. The few soldiers in the chamber guarding her looked at her. She pursued her lips. The sound of pounding on the door was enough to bring her eyes to the door. She nodded to one the guards to open the door. The current High Septon walked in. Cersei thought that was not helping stop Raenera's grab for power in common people. No matter what came out about her the people seemed too rallied for her.
"Your Grace, Grand Maester, Lord Varys…" The High Septon started
He looked at each one of them as he addressed them. His eyes landed on Qyburn. He had a look of question on his face on who he was.
"It doesn't matter, " Qyburn said.
"As the High Septon of the Faith or the Seve, I give voice to the will of the Gods and am their foremost servant in this world. An insult to me is an insult to the Gods. An assault on my person is an assault on our very religion," The High Septon spat out.
Cersei looked at him in disbelief. He had maybe a few bruise and maybe a one cut by his mouth.
"You were assaulted?" Cersei asked.
"I was by those fanatics who call themselves sparrows. They humiliated me, they beat me, and they left me naked and bleeding on the cobblestones. I am lucky to be alive," The High Septon said.
Lord Vary looked to him then to Cersei. She twisted her wrist.
"I heard this assault began in Little Finger's brothel," Lord Varys started.
The room started to talk one over the other arguing. Cersei finally stopping it. She looked High Septon dead in eyes.
"What do you want from us?" Cersei asked.
"Justice. I ask that you protect our faith by arresting these criminals and throwing them into the Black cells. I ask that you execute their leader this so–called High Sparrow. He is a threat to everything we hold scared if he goes unpunished…" The High Septon said.
Cersei stopped listen after that. This maybe was just what she needed to stop this Dragon Queen and her Young Wolf Husband. The threat of a Targaryen Civil war did nothing. Varys had told her that it would not work before she tried it. But she did follow his way of thinking. She looked down thinking before she looked up at the High Septon cutting him off.
"And where do I find this Man? This High Sparrow?" Cersei asked.
Raenera sat in the nursery chamber in Rosby. Their army had broken off slowly once they reached the Crownlands. Most of the force of their large army was now heading to all entry points to Kings Landing. The only people that remained with Rae and Robb was the northern lords and their forces and a small force that supported the Lannister claim. Rae was playing with Lilliyan, Lyanna, and Torrhen. Eyme and Syvina were in the room. They watched their Queen play pick-a-boo with her children. They giggled and laughed at their mother antics. Torrhen crawled over to his mother arms. He started to cuddle into her side. She smiled down at her sleepy boy. Lyanna and Lilliyan crawled over to her as well. Lyanna pulled herself in Rae's lap. Robb laughter was heard from the doorway. It caused Rae and the nursemaids turned and looked at the doorway.
"She is determined like her mother" Robb joked.
"More like her father," Rae teased back.
Eyme and Syvina bowed as Robb entered the room. He came over taking Torrhen and Lilliyan from Rae's side. They cuddled into their papa's chest. Robb smiled down at her. Eyme came over taking Torrhen so Robb could help Rae from the floor. Once Torrhen, Lilliyan, and Lyanna were down for their naps Robb wrapped his arm around Rae's middle as she watched them sleep in their cradles.
"They are so perfect. We are doing the right thing right?" Rae asked gently stroking Torrhen cheek as he slept.
"Yes, come on sweetheart," Robb started. He led her out of the room and into their chamber they had settled into this morning. He sat next to her on the bed. He had sad look on his face. She looked at him with a confused look on her face. "A raven came from Riverrun," Robb said.
"What did it say?"
"I'm sorry," Robb started.
"Robb what happened," Rae asked.
"Robin Arryn or rather Robin Stone is dead. He died of fever it took him suddenly. I know he was like a brother to you," Robb said.
"Robb I need..." Rae started tears started to well up in her eyes.
Robb pulled her completely into his arm. He whispered soothing words into her hair just holding her as she cried. For all purposes, he was her brother blood or not. Rae pulled her face away from his chest. Tears coursed down her face. He leaned in kissing her softly.
"Rae it will be alright," Robb reassured.
Rae nodded her head. She cuddled into Robb's protective embrace. Robb held her close to him. Let her take comfort in his embrace. He remembered when he received word that his father died and the news that Winterfell was taken with Bran and Rickon fate still up in the air. He felt lost and deep sadness. He knew that was not her blood brother but Robin Arryn was her brother regardless of his birth parents. He did not anyone but his mother to comfort him when news of his father's death. He swore to Gods that would be there for her now.
"I need to pray," Rae whispered to him.
"I can take you if you like?"Robb said.
"You don't have to my love," Rae said.
"No, I don't but I love you and you need me now. More than my lords need me now," Robb said.
Rae lifted her head off his chest. She looked into Robb's blue eyes with wonder filled expression. There was a look of pure love that was shared between them both. His hand traveled to her face removing all traces of tears from her face.
Cersei came to Flea Bottom. She had a King Guard with her. She had a look of horror on her face. She brought a bag of sweet smelling flowers to her nose masking the stench.
"I don't think this is a good idea, Your Grace," The Kingsguard said.
"Nonsense these are deeply religious people." Cersei started moving forward. She looked at one of the sparrows that stood by stairs. "Where can I find the High Sparrow?" Cersei asked.
The man nodded up the stairs. Cersei started to walk up the stairs. There were sickly people sitting on the steps. Each smelled worse then the next her Kingsguard followed her. They came to the top of the stairs. She brought the bag back to her nose as she walked into the top of the poor house. There were people eating bread and soup. Her eyes landed on an older man with white hair standing by the large pot of soup. Cersei got in line behind a near starving woman.
"Seven blessings," The woman muttered.
"A young man said I'd find the High Sparrow back here. Where is he?" Cersei asked.
"High Sparrow? Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? Like Lord Duckling or King Turtle. Still, it's meant to. We're often stuck with the names our enemies give to us. The notion that we're all equal in the eyes of the Seven doesn't sit well with some, so they belittle me," The High Sparrow said.
Cersei stepped aside a woman came forward for a bowl of soup. She eyed the High Sparrow. He filled the bowl with soup handing it to the woman. The woman looked so thrilled to have a simple bowl of soup.
"Seven blessing to you," the woman said.
"Seven blessing to you, my dear" The High Sparrow answered back to the woman. He looked back to Cersei and Cersei regarded him. "It's only a name. Quite an easy burden to bear far easier than hers," The High Sparrow said looking toward the woman that just left him with a bowl of soup.
Cersei eyed him up and down. She noticed that he was not wearing shoes. It made her wonder about him.
"Why no shoes," Cersei asked.
"Because I gave them away to someone who needed them more, we all do that. It stops us from forgetting what we really are," The High Sparrow answered.
The High Sparrow walked away grabbing a basket of bread. He started to hand it out to people as he walked. Cersei and her guard followed.
"Is that why you came to King's Landing, to remind everyone?" Cersei asked.
The High Sparrow turned looking at Cersei for a moment. Before, he went back to handing out bread to common people.
"Everyone? Hard enough to remind myself. Well, I tell them no one is special, and they think I'm special for telling them so," The High Sparrow laughed.
Cersei regarded him for a long moment. She looked behind her before she turned back to him. This could just what she needed.
"Perhaps they're right." Cersei started.
He turned and looked at her in shock. They locked eyes.
"It would be comforting to believe that, wouldn't it? Have the Gods sent you here to tempt me? I hope not. I had assumed you'd only come here to arrest me for that incident with High Septon," The High Sparrow said.
"An unacceptable way to treat the chosen representative of the Gods in this world wouldn't you say?" Cersei questioned.
"Hypocrisy is a boil. Lancing a boil is never pleasant. Although they could have been more careful with the blade," The High Sparrow said.
He looked at Cersei and Cersei stared at him. He was just what she needed. He had the people in the palm of his hand. He would turn the people against Raenera and her young wolf husband.
"The High Septon came to speak to me today. He doesn't want me to arrest you. He wants me to execute you," Cersei explained.
"I wouldn't presume to know your thoughts on the matter," The High Sparrow said resigned to his fate.
"My thought on the matter are in line with your own. The High Septon behavior was corrosive as was his attitude. He does not serve King Joffery well. Having a man like that residing in the Sept eats away at the faith from the inside. So he now resides in the Red Keep dungeons instead. The Faith and the crown are the two pillars that hold this world one collapses, so does the other. We must do everything necessary to protect one another," Cersei said.
Daenerys sat on her throne in Meereen. Ser Barristan Selmy stood by her side along with Missandei and Ser Jorah. Daario Naharis stood off to side by Grey Worm. One of the Unsullied lead Yara Greyjoy in. Daenerys eyes went wide looked over to Ser Barristan then she looked to Ser Jorah. Ser Barristan looked less than pleased. Ser Jorah looked very angry. Balon Greyjoy was the reason he gained his knighthood.
"You stand before, Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, First of Her Name, the Unburnt, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Queen of Meereen, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, and Mother of Dragons," Missandei introduced.
Yara laughed for a moment. She bowed her head slight to Daenerys. A few of Unsullied moved in closer to her.
"I was under the impression that your half sister Raenera is Queen Raenera Stark first of her name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lady Regnant of the Seven Kingdoms; Protector of the realm. I do believe that she is also unburnt and mother of dragons," Yara laughed.
Daenerys eyes went wide locking eyes with Yara. She looked over to Ser Barristan. The question was clear to him in her eyes. Missandei looked at Yara in shock then she turned her eyes to Daenerys in question.
"She is Yara Greyjoy, daughter of Balon Greyjoy Lord of Iron Isles," Ser Barristan started.
"He declared himself King more than one time I believe," Ser Jorah said.
"My father was shown the error of his way by your sister. She is the reason I am here. She is calling you to her aid. She wants you to return to Westeros to help her in her final battle. I was told to give you this and give safe passage to Dragonstone where you will meet her and her husband.
Grey Worm stepped forward taking the letter from Yara. He walked up the stairs to Daenerys handing her the letter. As she read her sister's word her eyes traveled back to Yara. She handed the letter to her advisors. Jorah went white at the thought of returning to Westeros. Ser Barristan looked over to Jorah as if he knew what he was thinking. Raenera husband was none other than Robb Stark the son of the man that sentenced him to be executed for selling poachers into slavery.
"What is your decision?" Ser Barristan asked.
Daenerys looked at her advisor than back to Yara Greyjoy. It was clear to Yara's loyalty to her sister. She regarded Yara for a long moment as she thought about what was the right thing to do. There was still much she would like to do but to be able to return home. It was something she always dreamed of doing.
"We sail for Westeros in the morning. Daario a word please," Daenerys said rising from her seat.
Daario followed her as she walked into the other room. Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah regarded Yara Greyjoy with an unblinking stare.