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Author Note: I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I do have a quick question at the end of this chapter please respond in a review or pm me. I had a great vacation but a little bit of news I went to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter so my updates on this story may slow for a time when I work on my Harry Potter Stories that taken over my mind at the moment. Once it is out of my system this story will become the forefront story I focus on.
Jon stood in front of Ser Tirius Serrett in a chamber in Castle Black. They had been arguing for hours now. Ser Tirius Serrett was nearly as hard as Tywin Lannister was known to be. He turned looking in the flames of the fireplace. They were arguing about the fates of Wildlings. But most of all they were arguing about the fate of Mance Rayder.
"He has to surrender, Lord Commander Stark and bend the knee to our Queen. And in turn, she will hear him out and will likely let him and his people through the wall. She is known for her kindness and goodness. The Lord of Light blessed us with Dragon Queen worthy of following to the ends of the earth. But first he has to kneel," Tirius said taking a drink of the wine.
"Wildlings do not kneel. Especially to some queen, they have never met no matter how fair and just she may be or worthy of following she is. They will enter the North which is Robb's domain and kingdom. How do you think he will feel about his wife let them in?" Jon asked.
Tirius pursed his lips. He looked back to the flames in the fireplace. Before, he turned back to Jon. He regarded him for a long moment. His dark brown eyes met Jon's eyes with the flame reflecting in Jon's eyes.
"You know him better than I. You are close to Mance Rayder. I am in a giving mood. I will give you until sundown to convince him to bend the knee to the Lord of Light's chosen queen and the one true queen. If not he will be burned," Tirius said.
"Burn?" Jon asked.
"A fitting death for the Dragon Queen to grant to a nonbeliever," Tirius said off handily.
Daenerys and Rae sat in Rae's sitting room. Rae sat behind her desk. Daeny stood by her side. They were waiting on Ser Jorah to come into her sitting room. Starlight lounged in the sunlight that poured through the window. There were books on sellsword companies on Rae desk. She had not told Robb what she truly believe was coming. What they had talked about was the pardoning of Ser Jorah. Robb agreed that if he agreed to give up all claim to bear island and stayed with Daenerys pretty much become her kingsgaurd than he would convince his father not to remove his head. Ser Markas knocked on the door.
"Ser Jorah Mormont, Your Grace, Princess Daenerys," Ser Markas said.
"Thank you Ser Markas send him," Rae said.
Ser Jorah entered the chamber with hesitation. He looked at the pair of women that could easily end him. In his mind was living on borrowed time. Yesterday he learned from Daeny that Ned Stark was still alive. As of yet, he had managed to avoid the men but he knew it was only a matter of time until that came to head.
"You wanted to see me, My Queen, Your Grace," Ser Jorah said.
"Queen Raenera and her husband want to offer you a pardon. But there are a few things in the air so to say, Rae," Daeny said.
"Take seat Ser Jorah," Rae offered. Ser Jorah did as she offered. "There are a few things my husband and I have questions about. Since you were part of my husband kingdom he has the final call on it. But as Queen in the North, Queen of Winter he has given me permission to talk with you about such pardon. There are some stipulations that go along with the pardon; the First stipulation, you give up all claims to Bear Island and your birthright. Second, you are to remain faithfully in the service of my sister Princess Daenerys." Rae finished at least Daeny thought she was done.
"I don't know what to say, Your Grace," Ser Jorah started.
"I am not done, third and final stipulation, my sister tells me that you served in the Golden Company. Do you still have contacts there?" Rae asked.
"Yes," Ser Jorah said.
"Good, I may need them," Rae said.
"You want to hire a sellsword company," Daeny questioned.
"The Golden Company and the Company of the Rose, for the war to come," Rae said.
"If it is needed I will get you the Golden Company, your grace. It was founded by Targaryen bastards, the Blackfyre. But I heard them once say a Dragon is a dragon," Ser Jorah told her.
"Then you have pardon Ser Jorah do not fail me," Rae warned.
Rae took the paper in front of her. She looked up at Daeny before she dipped the quill into the ink. Rae quickly signed her name. After she was done she took the wax that melted over a candle pouring it near her signature. She pressed her seal on it making the pardon official.
Ned and Robb walked in the gardens of the Red Keep. They were watching Lilliyan, Torrhen, and Lyanna play with the direwolves pups. Ned stood near Robb as he watched Torrhen tackling the larger white pup. It was clear the pups were still puppies compared to Greywind who stood near Robb watching his pups. Much like his master was doing with his own child.
"I now see what Catelyn was trying to tell me about when I let you keep the direwolves pups. I don't know how you do it watching them wrestle with the puppies that at least twice their size," Ned commented.
"They are babies themselves. Artemis, Athena, and Balerion are Greywind's and Starlight's pups. They have been with Lyanna, Lilliyan, and Torrhen since they were newborn. They are very closely bonded to them. I trust Greywind with my life. I have been training them with Rae help. Now the dragons are another thing completely. I don't them anywhere them near them," Robb confessed.
Balerion let Torrhen pull on his ear. It was enough to cause Robb and Ned to laugh as Balerion looked over to Robb in question what he was allowed to do. Robb took pity on Balerion walking over picking Torrhen up placing him down near Lilliyan who was playfully patting Artemis. Balerion came back over to Torrhen let him pat him again.
"Rae told me how they met Selaera and Drogon at Dragonstone. Those two are the most dangerous out of the dragons and hardest to control. I trust Selaera more than Drogon. Selaera was raised around people. That was constantly changing who fed her. She knows not hurt people without an order. But also she knows Rae as mother and me as her father. So I imagine that she sees Torrhen, Lilliyan, and Lyanna as her siblings," Robb revealed.
"All the same I would not be pleased with that. Now son, what is the real reason you asked me for this walk," Ned asked knowing his son.
Robb looked over to his father. Who had caught him? He let out a long sigh. He sat down on a bench not far the children. Greywind rested his head on Robb's lap. He looked like a young boy unsure how to tell his father something.
"Ser Jorah Mormont is in King's Landing. He is in the service of Princess Daenerys Targaryen," Robb confessed.
"What in the seven hells is that man doing here," Ned raged.
"He came with Daeny believe me I wanted to kill him then and there. But Lord Tyrion preached that we give him a chance to prove his loyalty. He has proved his loyalty to Daeny and served her well in his time with her. He saved her life twice I believe," Robb told him.
"One of those times he was spied on her for Robert to get his pardon. He knew about the attempt on her life," Ned argued.
"I did not know that, but they way Rae acting tells me that she does know that. There isn't much the escape her knowledge. I feel the moment he saved her life when he changed sides and became loyal to Daeny," Robb went on.
"What are you trying to tell me, son," Ned asked.
"I and Rae have decided to pardon him of his crimes. There are stipulations he has to follow to earn the said pardon. First, he has to give up all claims to Bear Island. Second, he must remain in the service of Daeny for the rest of his days or face death by beheading and loyal to the crown. If he fails to do so then the pardon is null and void," Robb said.
"Let me guess it was Lord Tyrion idea," Ned stated.
"No, mine. He has served Daeny well and fought well in the battle for Kings Landing. He has proven his loyalty to the crown and Targaryen family. I will be more watchful of him in the future taking into account what you told me. But I say he has earned his pardon. If I can pardon Lord Jaime who pushed Bran from a window I have to pardon Ser Jorah for selling poachers to the slave trade," Robb said.
"Lord Jaime did what," Ned yelled.
"Poppa," Lyanna said totting over to him.
She threw her little arms around one of her grandfather legs. Lilliyan followed suit doing the same thing to Ned's other leg. He looked down at his two little granddaughters. And his anger was forgotten for the time. He wanted to protect them from all the evils of the world much like Arya and Sansa.
On the Iron Island, after laying to rest Balon Greyjoy in the sea; all the people gather around the place of the Kingsmoot. Yara was nowhere to found. She was still in King's Landing. There were a few supporters of Yara's claim to the salt throne.
"We speak in the presentence of the Drowned God. In his name, we gather here to choose a new King as our leader. Who makes a claim," The Damhair called.
"What of Yara Greyjoy who now sits by the Dragon Queen's side. She will lead us into peace and if we serve Queen Raenera well there is a chance of Land in Westeros," Ser Harras Harlaw said.
A cheer went up for a long while. There were some that said that they never had queen before. But then they were called out that Queen Raenera had killed Theon Greyjoy for his crimes. If she could do that then it would be wise to keep her on their side.
"I'm Euron Greyjoy I claim the salt throne. I killed Balon Greyjoy became he was leading us nowhere. And we still be heading there if it weren't for me. No one loved him no one wanted to follow him. He led us into two wars we could not win. I apologize to you all for not killing him years ago. I will build the largest fleet the world has ever seen. I will sail it to King's Landing. Where I will meet with this Dragon Queen, Queen Raenera Targaryen who I believe is married to Stark. I hear she has glorious sister Princess Daenerys Targaryen. I will marry her in exchange for ships. Once she is my wife and bore me a child or two then I will kill the Dragon Queen and her Young Wolf husband and pups she has. And maybe even Daenerys. I will give you all of Westeros. This I promise you," Euron said.
Suddenly all the men around them started to chant Euron name. It was clear who the winner of the Kingsmoot was. Even the men loyal to Yara had changed sides.
Rae sat in her study across from Grand Maester Pycelle. His usual act was up, the trembling old man act, that Rae knew so well. They were talking about her will. He looked at her shock.
"Are you…Certain you…want to do this…? Your Grace," Pycelle asked.
"Cut the act, and I know what I am doing. So will you help me or not?" Rae asked.
She took a drink of her wine. Then she brought a fig to her lips taking a bite. Grand Maester Pycelle looked at her in shock as he sat up straighter. The only man that knew it was all an act was Lord Tywin Lannister. How in the seven hells did Raenera know it was all an act. He poured himself a glass of wine. He took a drink and regarded her.
"I am your servant my Queen I will do whatever you bid me do," Grand Maester Pycelle.
"I want this will acknowledge by the Citadel. I want no question on who my heir is," Rae told him.
"Prince Torrhen and your daughters are your heirs, it is clear as day," Pycelle argued.
Rae placed her seal on the paper. Then seal the scroll completely. She regarded him for a long moment. He returned her stare.
"I mean if I or my husband should die before they are of age. I want them to protected and not used," Rae started. She handed him the scroll. Pycelle nodded his head bowing deeply to her. Before, he went to exit the room. "Grand Maester Pycelle, one more thing, that scroll remains unopened until it reaches the Citadel. And I will know if it doesn't arrive unopened. And I will know where the traitor is. And you know what I do to traitors. Just making myself clear," Rae threatened.
"Of course your grace," Pycelle said with a gulp.
Jon and Mance stared at each other for a long moment. They both regard the other person. They had been like this for a long while. Neither of them had said anything. And even if Jon said anything he was unsure that Mance would trust him now.
"My brother and his wife are willing to offer you and your people a safe passage through the Wall and a welcome place within the Seven Kingdoms. All you have to do is bend the knee to them and accept their rule," Jon reasoned.
"We don't bow," Mance said.
"Ser Tirius the commander of Lannister forces here will burn you and kill all that try to save you if you do not bow," Jon tried again.
"All the same we don't bow," Mance said resigned to his fate.
Rae was on her way to meet with Lady Olenna Tyrell; to close the alliance between their two families to pay off the Iron Bank. When a man that looked vaguely like Lady Margaery and Loras Tyrell only he walked with a cane. He approached her. His leg was crushed from an incident in a tourney. It had to be Willas Tyrell. Rae smiled at him as he came over to her bowing deeply as he could with his cane.
"Your Grace," Willas greeted.
"Ser Willas," Rae greeted.
"May I walk with you, Your Grace," Willas asked.
"Of course, I am on my way to have tea with your grandmother," Rae told him
Willas offer Rae his arm. She gladly took it. They began the slow pace toward the place that Lady Olenna and Rae agreed to have tea together at. Lady Sansa, Winter, Daenerys and their ladies were in one of the outcroppings of the gardens. Sansa beautiful red hair flowed down her back.
"My Grandmother wishes me to marry your sister, Daenerys. But I want no part of that plan. Don't get me wrong, My Queen, she is a beauty and many men will fall at her feet to marry her. But I'm how do I say this… I am taken with another beauty," Willas said.
Willas's eyes went to Sansa as she laughed at Daenerys joke. A maid showed her a beautiful piece of green fabric to have a new gown made for Rae's and Robb's coronation. They lingered on her figure for a long moment. It was enough for Rae to catch his meaning. She looked over to Willas's face. He looked back Rae.
"Robb's sister, Princess Sansa," Rae whispered.
"Princess Sansa of the North. I heard of Winter Roses but never believed I ever see one for myself. Now I know the meaning of true beauty. I know she is promised to your cousin, Smalljon Umber. But I cannot marry anyone with this feeling I have for Princess Sansa. You see your Grace, that is why I do not wish to marry Princess Daenerys for it would be unkind to her," Willas said.
Rae's tongue traced her bottom lip. She was at lost as to what do with this confession. Willas was truly a gentleman. They had fallen into silence after that confession. Those words hung in the air.
Lady Olenna looked up as Queen Raenera entered on the arm of her grandson Willas. They were conversing quite pleasantly about something. It was truly a pity that Raenera had married Robb Stark instead of her grandson. They made such a striking pair. But even now there was still hope that Willas would catch the eye of Daenerys. Willas helped Queen Raenera over to the chair opposite of Lady Olenna. He pulled out her chair. Lady Olenna rose from her chair as Raenera sat down she also sat back down.
"Your Grace," Lady Olenna greeted.
"Lady Olenna," Rae greeted.
Rae's eyes traveled to Ser Willas who was regarding his grandmother. His grandmother was looking him intently. Rae's eyes traveled then to a servant that was waiting for them to call for something.
"Thank you, Ser Willas for walking me here. I hope your stay in the capital is a pleasant one," Rae addressed Willas. Willas smiled at her. He took her hand kissing the top of her knuckles with a bow he left his grandmother and Rae alone. "Lemon cakes and figs please," Rae addressed the servant.
"Right away my queen," the servant said.
Another servant came over pouring both of them a cup of tea. They both smiled at the servant. Before, they both took a sip of their tea. Neither of them said a word to the other. The servant returned with figs and lemon cakes. They simply regard one another as he placed the plate in front of them. Rae muttered thank you to him. Lady Olenna looked over at servant with distaste.
"What is it that you want?" Lady Olenna asked finally.
Rae face filled with shock. She took a bite of lemon cake regarding Lady Olenna. She smiled at Lady Olenna.
"I do not know what you are talking about," Rae tried.
"A dragon does not linger with the flowers. Let alone calls a meeting with one for nothing. Cut the act what is it that you want," Lady Olenna asked once again.
"You may not be aware the crown is in debt to the Iron Bank. I am in need of your help," Rae started.
"You want the Tyrells to pay it off for the crown," Olenna finished for Rae.
"No, I want you to pay half it," Rae explained.
"Out of the goodness of our hearts," Olenna said.
"No, not at all. No one gives you something for nothing. I'm offering a seat on my and my husband's small council, Master of coin. And…" Rae said.
"And by many standards that is more than most hope for," Lady Olenna cut Rae off.
"I was saying. You are not most people. I am willing to promise my eldest daughter, Princess Lilliyan to Garth Tully your great-grandson," Rae finished.
"Why not your sister, not your daughter; you were quite adamant that your children were not bargaining chips," Lady Olenna tried.
"My sister has been married off before. I figured you preferred a maiden for your family line. The next marriage my sister enters will be one of her choosing. It will not be forced by me or my husband. Our daughters were always going to marry a high lord of Westeros. Why not promise it now," Rae reasoned.
Lady Olenna regarded Rae for a long moment as she thought about what Rae was offering. She put her hand out for Rae to shake as they agreed on terms.
"I will want that in writing," Lady Olenna joked.
"Of course think nothing of it," Rae said.
Rae nodded her head to Ser Markas. He came over to Lady Olenna giving her a scroll with Robb's and Rae's seals on it. It was a formal betrothal between Princess Lilliyan and Lord Garth Tully.
The quick question: Do you want Sansa with Smalljon or Willas Tyrell?