The Winter King and the Queen of Summer

by Alperez16

A Jonerys set at the beginning. A Raven flaps it's wings and instead of swearing his oath Jon Snow learns the truth of who he is. How is the game changed when Jon instead of wearing black, dresses in black and red and seeks his crown.

9. Without Them We Are Lost

(For those who dislike such things there is Lemon in Dany's pov, it's marked where it starts and ends)

Dragonstone 299 AC.

Aemon.

He didn't want to let her go and was happy that she felt exactly the same way. All those years he had spent without family and thinking he was alone were now completely forgotten about. That she too had found even more of their family was something that he knew he needed to learn more about and yet Aemon stood in the room and held onto his niece as if his life depended upon it. His nephew had stood aside as soon as he had introduced Daenerys to him and Aemon could sense him watching them as they embraced each other.

"I had thought you still at the Wall, I would have come to you, had you still been there I would have come to you." Daenerys said and Aemon felt her tears fall onto his shoulder.

"I'm so very happy you didn't have to. You are well, happy?" he asked and felt her nod.

"This is Shiera, uncle, Shiera Seastar my aunt." Daenerys said after a few moments as Aemon felt her move away from him and the loss of her as she did so.

"I have so many questions and yet my mind won't allow me to think of one." he said laughing as Shiera took his offered hand.

"We have plenty of time for questions, nephew." Shiera said and Aemon then heard Daenerys giggle from behind her back.

"Niece?" he asked hearing her giggle some more.

"Rhaegar was just saying that this is so very odd." Daenerys said and Aemon chuckled, it was one way to put it after all.

He was standing in his family's keep on the island they'd called their own. It was more than sixty years since he'd sworn his oaths and given his life to the watch and he was now doing something those oaths strictly prohibited. The Night's Watch takes no part in the events of the Seven Kingdoms, not its wars, its politics, or its disagreements, and yet here he was doing just that. That he was doing so beside family, a family that he'd thought himself the last of was one thing. Given that said family included a hidden king, an exiled princess, a woman even older than he who had been long thought dead and dragons, odd summed it up nicely he thought.

"I heard your dragons, niece, can you describe them to me?" he asked as Rhaegar helped him to his seat, Aemon hearing Shiera sit on a seat beside him and Daenerys sitting down beside his nephew.

"Drogon is my mount, uncle, he's black tinged with red, and has red eyes. Rhaegal is green with eyes of bronze and Viserion is cream and gold with eyes of gold." Daenerys said proudly.

"Viserion and Rhaegal are named for your brothers no doubt but Drogon, I'm afraid the name doesn't mean anything to me, am I missing something, niece?" he asked and he heard how Daenerys fidgeted in her chair, Aemon didn't need eyes to see how she looked to his nephew before she answered.

"I named him after my late husband, Drogo." Dany said her voice shaky and though it was because of emotion it wasn't the emotion he had expected.

"And you've already taken to the skies?" he asked changing the subject and noticing immediately how his niece suddenly relaxed confirming to him what he had felt.

"I have many times." his niece said and he could feel that she was smiling as she did so.

They sat and talked about almost nothing, all four of them speaking of every subject other than the one that was most pressing, the war. Both he and Rhaegar listened intently as Daenerys spoke on her life until then and what it had been like for her in exile. That she spoke mainly on the good parts of her life didn't go unnoticed and Aemon knew from his nephew that her life had been much harsher than the bits of it she was sharing with them. It was the same with his nephew too when he began speaking of his own life, memories of good times and not of the bad being shared with them all.

Shiera spoke of leaving Westeros many years ago at the behest of Bloodraven, of both her and his kinsman knowing that her path lay in Essos. Aemon listened as she spoke about places he'd once thought of visiting but never had. As for him, he too spoke only of good times and fond memories, of his mother and sisters, his brother, and those he'd known and cared about. Soon enough a knock came to the door and he heard Rhaegar rise to his feet to answer it. His nephew left the room and was gone for some time before he arrived back. Again he felt his niece's emotions more keenly and when Rhaegar came back and asked Daenerys to join him, Aemon smiled.

"I need to speak to the lords, uncle, Arthur said they're getting impatient to see me and since Dany knows them better than I, I've asked her to join me." Rhaegar said to him and Aemon nodded.

"Perhaps Shiera and I can take some time to ourselves unless you wish me there with you?" Aemon asked.

"I'd like you there but maybe it's for the best if they see me and Dany alone first?" Rhaegar said and Aemon smiled.

"It is indeed, your grace." he said and felt Rhaegar's hand on his shoulder as first he and then his niece hugged him before they left the room.

They weren't gone for but for a moment when Shiera turned and spoke to him, her words letting him know there was far more to her return than simply a fortuitous encounter with his niece.

"They are our last hope, Aemon, without them we are lost. Only together can they see that our house is restored and only together can the dragons again be what they once were."

"They are more than fond of each other, already, Shiera, I may not have eyes to see but even I can see that." he said as he turned to where she was sitting, out of force of habit more than need.

"They must wed, Aemon. Each other and no one else, fondness must turn to love and love to marriage or we are the last scions of House Targaryen."

"I believe my nephew feels the same way, though perhaps he'd not put it in the same words." he said with a small little laugh "I've spoken to him about matches, potential brides, and what they may bring to him. How politics and the future of our house walk a parallel path." Aemon said.

"And?" Shiera asked.

"I believe the only bride Rhaegar seeks is the one who walked out of this room by his side." he said and he could feel if not see Shiera's smile.

"Then Bloodraven was right." Shiera said her voice sounding happy as he heard her rise to her feet "A gift uncle, from the man who traveled with you to the Wall so many years ago." Shiera said and he felt her take his hand and place a small bottle in it.

"What is it?" he asked.

"We cannot give you back your youth, but we can give you back your sight and your vigor, drink this once a day for a week." Shiera said and before he could ask her anymore she walked from the room.

He held the bottle in his hand for only a moment before he opened it, taking a small swallow of it and then placing the top back on it. His time was limited, he knew that, and yet he'd already felt some of his energy return just at the excitement of helping his nephew take back the throne and at thoughts of meeting his niece. Shiera had no need to explain to him that what was in the bottle was magical, her very existence was magical as were the dragons that flew the sky once more. Magic had returned to Westeros and so had House Targaryen.

Dragonstone 299 AC.

Rhaegar.

From the moment he'd seen her and held her in his arms he'd wanted nothing more than for them to be alone. The kiss they'd shared was nowhere near enough and he could see in her eyes that she too wished for more. He dearly wanted for them to be the only two people that mattered, to spend their time only with each other, and yet he knew he could not. There was another who wished to meet her just as much as he and so despite every instinct he had to bring her somewhere they could be alone, it was to his uncle that he brought her instead.

It was the right choice and he felt her emotion when she met Aemon, he even wiped the tears from her eyes as his uncle then met with his other aunt. Dany laughing when he told her how very odd all of this truly was. Rhaegar knew he'd neglected his other aunt some, they'd hugged briefly and he'd told her they'd speak more. His focus though was on the girl beside him and only on her. He listened to her tell tales of her life and leave out some of the harshest parts of it, so he'd done likewise, he watched every expression she made and memorized her face, happy to see her doing the same as she looked at his own.

When the knock came to the door it had annoyed him and only that it was Arthur and he spoke of how the Lords of the Narrow Sea were getting impatient, did he feel the interruption was warranted. He asked Dany to join him because she knew the lords better than he and he had no desire to be away from her company. So after saying their goodbyes to Aemon and to Shiera and with Rhaegar knowing they would all eat together later that night, Dany and he walked down through the corridors of Dragonstone and he smiled when he saw how her eyes took everything in.

"I'll show you the keep more truly another time, the keep and the island itself. The cliffs near where Ōñosmaghare has his lair are quite striking." he said.

"By the gods, the dragons, I'd forgotten about the dragons, Drogon, Drogon can be testy, I…" she said worriedly.

"Your dragons and mine own are brothers Dany, Ōñosmaghare wouldn't fight with them any more than Drogon would fight with Rhaegal and Viserion. Right now they are exploring, just like we would be if we hadn't a meeting with some lords to go to." he said and she looked at him, Rhaegar catching his breath at how she did so and the words she spoke.

"I very much look forward to our own explorations, Rhaegar." Dany said, her voice husky.

He caught Arthur's smirk from behind him and the way Ser Jorah looked at him, the knight wearing a look that said he was still judging him and hadn't yet come to a conclusion. Rhaegar welcomed that look, his aunt needed people like that around her and it had been why he'd counseled her to forgive the knight from Bear Island his past transgressions. The thoughts of which now made him remember someone else who had wished the knight forgiven too.

"Ser Jorah, perhaps later you and I can speak, I met your father when I was at the Wall, Ser, and we spoke on you. He asked me to relay a message to you and to pass an item on to you for safekeeping." Rhaegar said and he saw the surprised look on Jorah's face.

"Of course, your grace." Jorah said and Rhaegar looked to Dany who bore a curious look, his hand brushing against hers as if to reassure her that they'd speak on this later.

They entered into the Great Hall and he saw Ser Barristan standing guard, the famed knight making sure that none had tried to follow after him and Dany when he'd taken her to meet Aemon. Ser Richard was speaking to two silver-haired men and an older man while the rest of those present seemed to be their guards, captains, and most trustworthy of men. Not that he felt any danger with Arthur so close by or that he feared word would spread of Dany's arrival, it would even were it not any of these men who were the cause of it. His sisters stood to one side of the room with Thoros, Anguy, and the others and though he'd briefly introduced Dany to them, he knew both were eager to meet her for true. Arya especially wished for it so that she could be back by his side and doing her duties as his squire. Sansa was just as keen to get to know a Targaryen princess and it warmed his heart to think of them all getting along as family should.

"My lords, forgive me for my reticence in speaking to you. I assure you it was not through any lack of wishing to do so or meant as any slight. Long have I wished to meet my aunt and I am not the only member of my family who wished to do so. Our granduncle Aemon Targaryen who served as the Maester at the Wall does so no more and he too wished to meet more of our family." Rhaegar said as he and Dany turned and stood in front of the throne, Ghost moving to his side and Rhaegar brushing his hand over his fur as he spoke.

"Your grace, princess." Monford Velaryon said as he moved forward.

"Lord Velaryon, I want to thank you and your fellow lords for bringing my aunt back here to our home, House Targaryen and I myself are in your debt for doing so." he said and Monford shook his head.

"It was my honor, your grace." Monford said and as he looked out on those present he knew then that this wasn't going to work.

"Perhaps it is for the best if we speak more privately, my lord. Will you and your fellow Lords of the Narrow Sea join us in the Chamber of the Painted Table. We can discuss our plans for going forward from here and I can answer any questions you may have." he said and Monford nodded.

He turned and whispered in Dany's ear and then she, Ser Barristan, Ser Jorah, and the unsullied guard along with a young girl moved to walk to the Chamber. Rhaegar moving to Arya and Sansa instead and though he felt Dany's loss as she walked from him, he knew that the sooner he got this done the sooner they could then spend time together.

"I'm sorry I've not been with you both." he said to his sisters and he smirked when he saw Arya frown "By tomorrow all of this part of things will be over with and tonight we'll eat as a family, though it'll be a feast too." he said and he saw Sansa smile.

"Is she truly your aunt?" Arya asked and Sansa frowned at her.

"Aye, she is. Which makes her your aunt too or are you both not my sisters?" he asked and was rewarded with one of Arya's truest smiles.

"I never thought I'd meet a Targaryen princess." Sansa said almost dreamily.

"I would ask you to spend time with her, Sansa, to get to know her and to help her settle. Dany was born in this keep but she has spent most of her time running from those who wished her dead and hiding in Essos. What she knows of Westeros and its customs she's learned in books or second-hand. She'll need someone who knows more than she, someone smart and clever and though I wish for both my sisters to spend time with her, one I know will enjoy it more." he said and Arya snorted "Besides gods knows what this one would teach her." he said mussing Arya's hair to a giggle from Sansa and seeing the smirk on Arya's face.

"I will Jon, I'll speak to her on all I know." Sansa said and he moved to hug her tightly before doing the same to Arya.

"I'll try and make this as brief as I can and we can all speak then." he said and Sansa nodded while Arya looked at him forlornly as he walked away with Arthur behind him.

He entered the room to see Dany sitting to the left of the raised chair with the young girl, Missandei, beside her and with both Barristan and Jorah standing guarding her back. The way the Bold looked at both him and Arthur showed there were more conversations they needed to be had though for now a simple nod would have to suffice. Ser Richard sat with the Velaryons and an older man who must be Lord Celtigar. To their right sat a young plump boy and a man who wore moonstones around his neck, wrists, and fingers, Lord Duram Bar Emmon and Lord Guncer Sunglass respectively. The Lords of the Narrow Sea, who had been sworn to his house and who'd come when he'd called and he felt both prideful and thankful for them.

"Again my lords, I beg your forgiveness, My sisters sought my company." he said as he sat on the raised seat and Arthur took his place behind him.

"Sisters your grace?" Lord Sunglass asked.

"Lady Arya and Lady Sansa of House Stark, my lord, cousins by blood but sisters of my heart." he said to a nod from the man "Firstly though your being here shows you have no doubts of the truth of who I am and Ser Arthur could further prove me true, it's not just words that show who I am." he said and he reached into his shirt to take out some of the letters that told the tale of his life "Lord Howland Reed also has the more official papers, the notice of my birth, my father's will and my mother's last statement." he added as the lords picked up the papers he'd thrown down on the table.

A few moments later when they'd all read them and had cleared up any doubts they had, though he felt they'd been few and far between if there were any at all. Rhaegar stood up and drew Blackfyre and heard the gasps that came not only from the lords but from Ser Barristan also, while Dany looked at it as if she recognized it.

"I have Ser Arthur to thank for many things, my lords. Among them is the returning of Blackfyre to House Targaryen. The Sword of Kings demands a crown and I intend to give it one. Will you stand with me as I and my aunt look to the Lions and the Stags, to the Wolves and to the Krakens, and tell them that it was Aegon Targaryen who formed the Seven Kingdoms. It was the Dragons who forged the Iron Throne and though for six and ten years others have rested their unworthy arses upon it, it'll be Dragons who shall sit it once more."

"Aye."

"Aye."

"Fire and Blood.

"House Targaryen."

"King Rhaegar, the first of his name."

He welcomed their faith and fealty and they then spoke about how to take back the throne. Rhaegar found out the exact makeup of Dany's forces and of what the Lords of the Narrow Sea could bring to him before then telling them of his own men and actions.

"I've sent word to Dorne, my lords. A messenger and a message that I believe will be well received." he said looking to Arthur "The heads of murderers, of men who should have paid the cost a long time ago for the atrocities they committed upon our family." he said reaching down to touch Dany's hand and squeeze it softly "The Mountain fell to Dawn, my lords, Amory Lorch to Blackfyre and so House Martell has been given their heads and an offer of justice. I've called them to arms and promised them I would see that Tywin Lannister soon joins his mad dogs in the seven hells they belong in."

"You believe they will come, your grace?" Lord Celtigar asked.

"I do, though even if they do not, we have more allies to call upon. I have 3,000 men who await us on Skagos, good men and true and believe me, my lords, when the Lannisters see Skagosi stand across from them, all of them will be shitting gold." he said to laughs.

"The North, The Reach your grace?" Lord Bar Emmon asked and Rhaegar shook his head.

"I've sent ravens to every house in the realm calling for those who swore their oaths to House Targaryen to now renew those oaths and fight by my side. My brother wears a crown and names himself a king, will he give it up? I believe so, I hope so, but if not then so be it. They'll be given one chance to kneel or they'll be brought to their knees, for it's time to find out once and for all who is true and who is not. Our armies are lesser my lords, our ships are lesser and our coin lesser, but armies, ships, coin, all of those are not what made our House truly strong." he said as he bid them join him at the window when he felt him close.

He reached down and took Dany's hand in his own seeing her smile when he did so and they walked to the window together. Rhaegar could see them in the distance, four shapes moving towards them, his aunt's dragons and his own.

"You've all met my aunt's dragons and no doubt seen her fly atop one." he said feeling Dany move closer to him "I too am a Draognrider my lords and it's time you saw mine own mount. I give you Ōñosmaghare, The Bringer of Light, Lightbringer." Rhaegar said and he didn't need to look at them to see the amazed looks on their faces or to see the shaking of their heads.

Ōñosmaghare was more than two times the length of Drogon and Dany's dragons and he dwarfed them in every other aspect of their size too. He looked like a father taking his three small children out for a pleasant stroll and as the shadow he cast while flying by the window completely covered the Painted Table, Rhaegar smiled.

Storm's End 299 AC.

Stannis Baratheon.

Now almost a moon later he still couldn't understand how it had gone wrong. It was his for the taking, even despite the use of Wildfire it was right there within his grasp, only for it to be denied to him. A lifetime of denials, that was all he'd ever known. Respect, love, his birthright, all were denied to him and now here he was the king by all laws of men and gods, and once again he was being denied. Not only was he now no closer to the throne and in a worse position than he had been but a moon ago, but another had taken what was his by right and now sought to take even more that didn't belong to him. Stannis not needing to turn to see the raven's scroll on the desk or to read the words that it contained.

Rhaegar Targaryen, a name that should be thrice-cursed by the gods, and one that he at first thought to be a jape, now held Dragonstone and claimed himself a king. He stood by his desk and ground his teeth so hard that his jaw began to ache and yet it didn't stop him from doing so. Were it not for that, then only R'hllor would know what it was that he would do to relieve the tension and anger he felt. This so-called dragon had stolen his men from him, men that were his by right and had sworn oaths to him that they failed to live up to. Then to add insult to injury he'd taken his home or what had become his home and had forced Stannis to leave it like a thief in the night.

No matter that Storm's End was safer and the place of his birth or that it was something that had been denied to him by his fool of a brother. It was the idea of being made to run and hide, made to cower behind these walls that irked him so and he'd almost refused to do it when she had suggested it, simply for that reason. In the end, he'd relented only because she'd not been on the ships that had sailed into Blackwater Bay with him and so her words about not seeing what he had faced when he got there had rung true. Had she been by his side when the green fire had denied him his victory, when those damnable roses denied him what was his, then he'd perhaps have taken her head. As it was she was in the right of it and so despite his own urge to stand and fight, he'd listened and done what she said.

"My king, we must leave this place." Melisandre said.

"Leave? Why would I leave and where would we go? My army is broken, my ships burned and destroyed and those who should have been my bannermen deserted me when I called." he said his voice far firmer than it may have been given the circumstances.

"The fires have shown me nothing but death here, my king. Yours, her grace's and the princess's. If we stay here all will fall and the night will have taken away the only hope the world has. You are Azor Ahai, my king, without you the world will fall and right now we are weaker than we should be, and here in this place a great darkness is soon to rise." Melisandre said her voice worried.

"Where?" he asked.

"Storm's End, my king. Among the walls of your birth the power is strongest of all, this is not where you were meant to be I see that now. This was only where I was to come to find you and not where you were to gain your crown from."

"And if I go then my crown won't be denied?" he asked.

"No one can deny the one true king, his chosen, Azor Ahai reborn." she said her voice once again as firm and confident as it had always been.

So while he'd not liked doing so, he'd done as she bid and they'd left the island that he'd been sentenced to for failing to end the dragons all those years ago. It had been a failure his brother had held over his head and despite the victory he'd brought him against the Iron Fleet, it was one that Robert had never let him forget. Stannis were he a different man would have laughed at the irony of what he now knew to be true.

"It wasn't only I who failed, Robert. Your own failure was long before mine own." he said his voice unheard as he stood alone in his room.

They'd come almost as he had left, had he stayed but a couple of days longer then he'd have found himself besieged once again and Melisandre's words would have been proved true. Dragonstone was not Storm's End and its walls would not hold back an army. He would have been outnumbered, the keep would have fallen and it would have been a dragon's wrath that he and his family would have faced. The thoughts of which sent a shudder down his spine. Stannis had played no part in what had been done to this so-called Rhaegar Targaryen's family, he'd been repulsed by what the Lannisters had done and disgusted by what his brother had said.

Would that matter?

Would a dragon see a different stag when he looked upon him?

Would there be mercy for his daughter when there was none for Elia's?

It was not something he cared to find out and should the dragon come for him then Stannis would break him on the walls of Storm's End where he could not on those of Dragonstone. He though had no desire to stay behind these walls, to cower and hide like a craven. Stannis was a king, and he sought his crown and he'd not get it by laying down like a wounded dog. If they wouldn't give it to him then he'd take it from them, one by one he'd see the fall until he was the last one standing.

He heard the door open and smelt her perfume as she walked into the room, though he didn't turn his head to look at her. She had said she had a plan that would see all his enemies fall, a plan that required the blood of a king. So he'd offered her his own only to be denied once more. His body was too weak as he'd given too much of himself to see Renly fall and so another was needed and it was to his nephew that she had gone.

"Did you get what you needed." he asked still with his back to her.

"I did, it is time my king." she said and he finally turned to face her and was once again taken by just how much he wanted her in his bed.

"What am I to do?" he asked as he walked over to where she stood, looking past her beauty for once and instead at the darkness of the sky and the fullness of the moon.

"Speak the names, my king, speak the names and burn the leeches and R'hllor will do the rest." she said and he looked at her hand and the four leeches that lay in her palm.

"The Usurper Joffrey Waters." he said taking one of them and throwing it into the fire and seeing the flames rise a little higher.

"The Usurper Balon Greyjoy."

"The Usurper Robb Stark.

He repeated the words and changed the names, the leeches burning and the flames grew higher still as he took the last one and held it in his hand for a moment.

"The Usurper Rhaegar Targaryen." he said as he threw it in the fire and he watched as the flames grew highest of all and then the images came and he was gifted a vision by his god.

The black dragon covered the sun and blocked its light casting all below it in darkness. The figure on its back raised a sword as the dragon unleashed its flames and the world beneath it burned.

"Azor Ahai." Melisandre said, her smile beaming and her voice sounding almost ecstatic as she moved to him, her hands touching his face and pulling him closer as he felt her lips on his "Azor Ahai."

King's Landing 299 AC. (takes place before Dany's arrival on Dragonstone)

Tyrion.

The scar on his face didn't come close to hurting him as much as the scar in his heart, nor did the loss of most of his nose cause him as much pain as the loss of his position. He had been acting Hand of the King and now he was what? Nothing? An even uglier dwarf? Friendless and alone in a city where for anyone that would be a problem, for a man whose death was sought by the queen, it was far more than that.

He knew it was Cersei who had tried to have him killed, no one else made sense and his sister wished to pay him back for Myrcella. As acting Hand of the King, he had thought his position and the steps he'd taken were enough to guarantee his safety. The wounds he now bore made it very clear it had not. How long he had been in this room he couldn't tell, though the smell would suggest it had been some time. As for visitors, he could remember none and it irked him, though given his newfound lack of position it was certainly for the best if Shae didn't come to see him.

When he heard someone at the door and saw it open he found himself surprised by just who it was that walked in. Of all the people he'd expected to come and see him, Varys was probably the last. Yet it was the eunuch who had come and Tyrion was happy to see he was carrying some wine in his hands. Seeing the sympathetic look on Varys's face warmed his heart a little, Tyrion believing that he knew the man enough to tell when he was being more genuine than not.

"I was never much to look at before this." he said with a bitter chuckle.

"It's good to see you up and about, my lord." Varys said as he took a seat, Tyrion nodding when Varys pointed to the glass and then poured him out a glass of wine.

"How long?" he asked as he drained the glass, coughing a little before he held the glass out to be refilled.

"Two weeks, you've woken before, though your words were jumbled and unable to be understood." Varys said and Tyrion felt some relief at that.

"Mandon Moore?" he asked refusing to name the man a knight.

"Was done for by your young squire." Varys said.

"Pod, he's well?" he asked worriedly.

"He is and most keen to see you." Varys said before he moved his head closer so he could whisper "Your friend is safe, my lord, no one knows where she is."

"Except for you." he said softly.

"And none shall hear it from mine own lips." Varys said and Tyrion smiled.

They spoke on the battle and Varys told him that Stannis had lost and retreated back to Dragonstone before then leaving suddenly to go to Storm's End. Tyrion found himself surprised by that but then he saw the logic in it. When it came to the aftermath of the battle itself, he felt his anger and annoyance grow. His father had taken the credit for winning the battle. Both he and the Tyrell's had been feted as heroes while Tyrion was left to rot in this cell, for that's what it was, was it not?

"Did anyone even mention my part?" he asked bitterly.

"No, my lord. I know of it, the people know of it and the men who fought with you know of it, but other than that, you played no part." Varys said as he rose from his seat "This city stood because of you Tyrion and for that you have my thanks."

He was glad that Varys left the bottle of wine on the table when he left as it seemed likely to be the only reward he was to be given for all he'd done. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to get him drunk and so he spent the night stewing in anger as he sat on the bed. His door only opened so they could bring him food and for the next few days, he had no other visitors until the bitch herself arrived. How he hadn't stabbed her with the knife he held hidden in his hand was something he'd never know. Tyrion did however take some pleasure in the fact that she seemed disturbed that he'd not suffered even more serious injuries.

It was a week before he was called before his father and for the first time in all that time he was now dressed as a Lannister. His clothes were pristine even if his face was not and he was led to the Tower of the Hand and into what had until recently been his solar. That he was kept waiting once he got there was no surprise as his father ever so enjoyed his little games. Finally, he was bid to enter the solar and he walked in determined to get his due.

"You look hideous." his father said as Tyrion took his seat, his hand automatically going to the jug of wine and he found that he enjoyed the scowl on his father's face when he poured himself a glass.

"Alive though, no thanks to Mandon Moore." he said and his father narrowed his eyes before he began to write out missives as if he wasn't there.

"It's good you are up and about, there is much work to be done." his father said changing the subject as he continued to write.

"And my role in that work?" he asked.

"Is whatever I deem it to be."

"My reward?" he asked and his father stopped writing for a moment.

"What do you think you deserve?" his father asked almost curiously.

"Casterly Rock?" he said and he saw the briefest sneer on his father's face.

"Will never be yours. You think I would name you my heir? You? I'd rather see the Rock fall than to see you turn it into a place of whores and fornication." his father said, his voice firm but quiet.

"It's mine by…"

"Enough. The only right you have is the right I gift to you. You are to be Master of Coin and we have much need of it. Your nephew will be marrying Margaery Tyrell and a wedding is the first of your tasks. A wedding for the ages, Tyrion, paid for by the crown and the Tyrell's, see to that and then we can speak more on what it is you do or do not deserve." his father said, his voice never rising once.

"Littlefinger?" he asked wondering how he was to be Master of Coin.

"Has been named Lord Paramount of the Trident and Lord of Harrenhal and has been sent to the Vale to wed Lysa Tully and to bring them back into the fold."

Tyrion scoffed which had the desired effect as his father scowled at him once more. He finished his glass of wine and watched as rather than dismiss him, his father simply kept working on whatever messages it was he was writing. Rising to his feet he walked from the room, he was angered and annoyed but at least he had a purpose of sorts. When he saw Pod run his way it brought the first true smile to his face in weeks. Later that day he found Bronn and though he wished to go and speak to Shae, he knew he could not, for now at least.

It was three days later that he was summoned to his first Small Council meeting. He'd spent most of those three days either locked in his new solar going over the crown's finances which were a bigger mess than he'd expected or locked in talks with the Queen of Thorns. Only the second of those enjoyable to him as the woman was as sharp as could be and he enjoyed their verbal jousts when he'd deny her something for the wedding. Usually to squeeze a little more coin from her.

The meeting itself was far less interesting than he'd expected other than who was there. Mace Tyrell as Master of Ships, Pycelle now released from the cells and Grandmaester once again. The man staring daggers at him which at least was better than his mummery of sleeping. His father sat at the head of the table and Varys sat directly across from Tyrion, the eunuch giving him a smile and a nod when he took his seat. He almost laughed when Cersei came in annoyed that they'd started without her and Tyrion reveled in the look on his father's face that showed someone else had irked him this day. It was only when it was over and he, Varys, Pycelle, his father, and Cersei were left in the room that things turned interesting.

"We received a most interesting raven from Dragonstone." Varys said as Tyrion looked for once as confused as Cersei was.

"What has Stannis to say?" Cersei asked and he saw the small roll of his father's eyes.

"Stannis is in Storm's End your grace, the raven wasn't sent to us by him."

"Then who?" she asked as Tyrion looked to see that his father, Varys and Pycelle obviously knew and it was only he and Cersei who did not, The dark was not a place he particularly enjoyed and certainly not while in his sister's company, he thought and hid his smirk.

"Rhaegar Targaryen." his father said and if anyone was to ask him later then Tyrion knew he'd not be able to say whether Cersei's or his own gasp was the louder.

"A man claiming to be Rhaegar Targaryen, Trueborn son of Prince Rhaegar and Princess Lyanna Targaryen." Pycelle clarified.

"Lies, Lies, he would not, not with her, not with that wolf bitch." Cersei shouted as she rose to her feet, Tyrion watching as she slammed her hands on the table and he believed she was close to storming from the room, only for a look from his father to bring her back to her senses and her seat.

"We've already sent ravens out calling out these lies for what they are, as for the boy, if he is indeed on Dragonstone then he will be dealt with in time. However the alliance between House Tyrell and House Lannister now takes on even greater significance, I want the wedding by the end of the week." his father said.

"But.." Cersei said and his father's look cut her off, his sister finally giving in to her impulse and storming from the room.

"This boy as you call him won't be as easy to deal with as you think, father." he said as Varys and Pycelle turned to look at him, the Grandmaester about to say something until his father ordered both him and Varys to leave the room.

Tyrion was shocked when his father poured him a glass of wine though not when he then moved the jug closer to himself to let him know in no uncertain terms that it was but one glass more he was to be getting.

"Speak your mind." his father said.

"The Bastard of Winterfell, Jon Snow, that's your Rhaegar Targaryen." he said and almost shouted out his joy when his father looked at him and wore the expression of a man who'd been played.

"How?" his father asked.

"It's the only thing that makes sense. Ned Stark came home with a bastard and the body of his sister after the war, only one of which was true. It's clear now that the boy was his sister's babe and he named him as his own so he didn't suffer the same fate as his brother and sister." he said and his father nodded for him to continue "In hindsight, it's a wonder we didn't think of it before, but Ned Stark fooled us all." he said and saw the briefest curl of his father's lip.

"You don't think it a mummery?" his father asked and Tyrion scoffed.

"The Starks aren't that clever. Why use a lie when the truth works just as well. No, the boy is the son of Rhaegar and Lyanna and he is trueborn." he said sipping his wine.

"A bastard in the eyes of the faith is still a bastard. No matter, he has no force to call upon, no army and if he's in Dragonstone then even his fool of a brother hasn't come to his aid." his father said and Tyrion shook his head.

"Underestimate him and you put us all in peril. Jon Snow is not the Young Wolf, he's not even a wolf, he's a dragon and his name alone will bring support. That's not even why you should, why we should fear him." he said and his father almost laughed at him, almost, the mere thought of Tywin Lannister being afraid of someone was nearly enough to make that laugh come.

"He's a boy with no proof of who he claims to be and he'll never leave that island alive." his father said.

"That boy came into this city and stole Sansa Stark right from under our noses. I believe that boy responsible for the attack on Clegane and his men and we've not heard from any of them since. Robb Stark is a wolf, father, and a bite from a wolf is a terrible thing, compared to the flames of a dragon though…"

He walked from the room a few moments later and he was not convinced his father had taken his words to heart. It made him think of the words he'd spoken to him when he'd arrived on the eve of the battle with Robb Stark. Then he'd told him not to underestimate the Young Wolf and had received the same response. Later it had cost him his brother and cost his father Riverrun, what would it cost them this time?.

Blackhaven 299 AC.

Oberyn.

Fifteen thousand men he had under his command, half of the Dornish army and most of its mounted men. They'd sailed to Wyl and had the army form up and march at night so they'd remain unseen for as long as possible. He'd thought about marching through the Prince's Pass and into the Reach only to change his mind and head into the Stormlands instead. Rhaegar Targaryen would gain no allies in the Stormlands other than the one he already had in Beric Dondarrion, he may though gain allies in the Reach.

That and that alone had changed his mind and that it was not Doran or Arianne, Ellaria or one of his girls who had made the case to him was almost as big a surprise as the man, no, the boy, who had. Ned Dayne had none of Arthur's presence yet, he may never have it but he had got his determination and though shy and quiet most of the time, he spoke up when it was needed. As Lord of Starfall, he'd needed to be present in the meeting to discuss their plans and when no one else raised an issue, it was Ned who did so.

"We march through the Prince's Pass and on to Horn Hill, Ashford, and even Highgarden itself." Oberyn said as Harmen Uller gave his agreement.

"Will we split our forces, my prince?" Ser Ryon Allyrion, Daemon's father asked.

"We would be outmatched were we to do so." Ser Symon Santagar said and Oberyn nodded.

"It's the wrong move, my prince." Ned Dayne said his voice soft and Oberyn saw some of the older lords, Anders Yronwood in particular about to call the boy out for his inexperience and youth.

"Why is that Lord Dayne?" he asked curiously.

"The Reach will ally with his grace, my prince, some at least. Were we to attack them then we unite them against him and us. True we force them from Renly Baratheon's side but only against us and not to his grace's." Ned said his voice only a little firmer and yet Oberyn could see the words had resonated.

"And where do you suggest we march, Lord Dayne?" he asked.

"Into the Storm, my prince." Ned said and Oberyn smiled.

The boy had since left to return to his king, something he'd made clear he saw Jon Snow/Rhaegar Targaryen as, and though Oberyn didn't agree with him, there was something about the idea of a Dayne serving a Targaryen again that just felt right. That the boy was traveling in the company of Ned's uncle had made Oberyn keener to see him and so Ned carried a message requesting a meeting with them both.

Not only did Ned Dayne's suggestion turn out to be tactically sound but by the time he reached Wyl, Oberyn had found that things had changed. Renly Baratheon was dead, the Reach's forces had deserted and Stannis Baratheon was close to launching an attack on King's Landing. Things had changed once more by the time they'd reached Blackhaven and Oberyn was welcomed into the keep by Beric's cousin and castellan Ser Manfred Dondarrion. The knight informing them that Stannis's attack had failed and that the Reach or more specifically the Tyrell's had joined with the Lannister's and that Mace's golden rose was to be the new queen. It was no surprise to him when as they ate that night in Beric's Great Hall, the lords of Dorne reacted badly to the news.

"Fucking grasping roses." Anders said angrily.

"We should have invaded the Reach, dammit." Ser Ryon said.

"We are on the right path." he said over the angry lords.

"My prince?" Ser Symon asked.

"Young Ned was right about this, the Tyrell's may seek a crown but they're not beloved in the Reach and there are far more who support the dragons than don't, there of all places. Ser Manfred showed us the raven Rhaegar sent out and if he sent it here then he sent it to every house that he could. What will Tarly do? Rowan? Ashford or Hightower? Will they support Olenna and Mace's folly or will they seek a dragon on the throne once more?" he asked and he could see that some agreed with him and some did not.

He'd already sent his own raven to Willas, telling him that his family was on the wrong side of this and that when the dragons prevailed they'd not be very forgiving. Though he'd not spoken of their own march as word would soon spread about that and Willas was clever enough to read between the lines. Oberyn found himself hoping that his friend would be the voice of reason, for if he was not then he doubted this dragon would forgive the Tyrells this time. Sending for his girls, he readied to speak to them and Daemon about what lay ahead. Fighting in the sparring yard was much different than an actual battle and there would be battles to come.

"You sent for us, father?" Obara said a while later as she walked into his room, Nym, Tyene, and Daemon behind her.

"We march on the morrow and through dangerous ground, there will be fights ahead, when or with who I don't know. Perhaps the gods will be good and we'll march to King's Landing itself before bloodying our spears, though I'd not think it likely." he said.

"We're ready father." Nym said.

"I look forward to wetting my spear." Obara said with a grin.

"Will this king come to us father?" Tyene asked.

"I believe so, though again I know not when. Battles are different than any fight you've been in, Obara. More dangerous than any opponents you've faced so far, Nym. And they require more concentration than you sometimes show, Tyene." he said as he patted each of them on the head when he said their names "You will not see the spear or sword that ends you and so you must be careful. Fight together and watch each other's backs and do not be too proud to retreat, any of you." he said looking at each of them.

He wished for vengeance and justice and to see the Lannisters suffer as much pain as his house had but not at the cost of those he cared about. Were it up to him then his girls would be far from here and safe with Ellaria and their sisters, though he'd not and had never denied them their own choices in the lives they lived. Sleep that night was not easy, an empty bed, not something that he had known for many a year and he missed her not being beside him. Oberyn saw her eyes look back at him when he closed his own, her lips were close but just out of reach, and her words still as clear in his ears as if she'd just spoken them.

"Come back to me, my love, come back. Do not leave me alone in this world, Oberyn Martell, for I'll never forgive you for such."

"I will return to you, on that you have my oath."

Dragonstone 299 AC.

Dany.

She'd met her uncle, spoken to him, and been embraced by him and it had been all she'd ever wished it to be. Walking around Dragonstone, seeing the keep, the island, the village, and its people all welcoming her as if she was not just a returning princess but their returning princess had been more than she'd ever dreamed it would be. Sitting in the Chamber of the Painted Table and listening as plans were made to take back the throne that was stolen from her family, had filled a hole in her heart. Yet it was now, with the feast over with and as she walked along the cliff's with Rhaegar holding her hand, it was now that Dany felt true joy.

That he felt as she did had been clear all through the day. It was in the way he looked at her, his little touches and though they'd only shared the briefest of kisses, it was there too and it had been exactly as he'd said it would be. Behind them, Ghost, Ser Arthur Dayne, and Ser Barristan walked as their guards and Dany smiled as she remembered what Shiera had said to her when she'd met her first.

"Trust the Whitebeard and the White Wolf, the Black Dragon, and the Fallen Star. The Dragons know, Daenerys Stormborn, do you?

Ahead of them, the four dragons awaited, and the closer they got to them the more she knew that Sheira's words were true. Her dragons all looked to Rhaegar and she could sense their excitement in meeting him and as for the Black Dragon, his green eyes stared deeply into her own. Ōñosmaghare was incredible, he dwarfed her own dragons by some size and as she looked at him with awe she felt Rhaegar's eyes on hers.

"Size isn't everything, Rhaegar." she said, and then she burst out laughing at the blush that appeared on his face.

She didn't give him a chance to say anything as she moved to Ōñosmaghare and brushed her hand over his large head and she watched as Rhaegar moved to Drogon and then Rhaegal and Viserion to do the same. Hearing the sound of her children as they trilled to Rhaegar's touch almost made her jealous of them until she then heard the trill from Ōñosmaghare too. Which of them said it first she couldn't' tell and later she liked to believe it was them both.

"We should fly together."

"We should fly together."

The two of them laughed as the words were said and she turned to nod at Barristan that they would be safe and well and would return quickly. She felt Rhaegar touch her shoulder as they passed each other and then a jolt which almost had them both stopping to look at each other. Though it soon passed and quickly she was on Drogon's back. In less than a moment, she was in the air, Rhaegal and Viserion both flying with her and she looked back to see Ōñosmaghare taking off a little more slowly. Once he was in the air though it was clear he was faster and not just bigger than her children and she wondered if they would be the same as him when they grew.

It was not a thought that lasted long as instead her attention was soon on the man who now flew beside her. That jolt went through her again and she looked to see that Rhaegar had felt it as well. When she smiled so did he and she laughed when Ōñosmaghare quickened up and soon enough she and Drogo were chasing him through the air. They flew so high that she felt she could reach out and touch the moon and then so low that the seawater splashed against her face. At one point they flew side by side and she almost reached out her hand to take his own. It was different, so very different to flying alone and she felt a connection that she'd never felt with someone else before. When they landed back on the cliffs and she dismounted, she ran to Rhaegar and was lifted from the ground. Immediately she felt his lips on her own before he let her back down to her feet.

"Was it? For you? Did it feel different?" she asked and he nodded before kissing her once more.

Walking back to the keep, he no longer held her hand, and instead, he'd wrapped his arm around her shoulder. She leaned in close to him, her arm around his waist, and never had she felt as safe or as loved as she did right then. It was torture to say goodnight to him and though they shared a kiss, it wasn't enough. Dany moved to her bed and fell into it almost disappointedly until she heard movement in her room and readied to call out for her guards.

*Lemon warning*

"Rhaegar?" she said almost excitedly when she saw him standing in front of her.

"I tried to stay in my room, truly I did." he said as he moved towards her.

"I...I'm glad you didn't." she said moving to the edge of the bed and sitting up with her legs now hanging over the edge of it.

"I've never…I don't…" he said as he knelt down in front of her.

"Do you want to?" she asked nervously.

He didn't answer her with words, his lips the only response she needed, and feeling his tongue seeking entrance she opened her mouth and let him in. Never had she felt so close to a release from something as simple as a kiss, yet she felt if he just kissed her a little longer then she may very well find one here today. His lips moved from her own though and then she felt them on her cheek, her nose, her other cheek, and then her neck. Dany sighed when he bit down gently on her neck and almost shook when he did the same to her ear.

Before long she was laughing, as though his kisses were smooth for someone who'd not done so before, his attempts at undressing her were anything but. So she pushed him away and began to undress herself, her eyes on him as he stared at her and took in every piece of her that she exposed before he too began to remove his clothes. Which of them was most pleased by the sight of the other was perhaps too close to call. Rhaegar was muscular, his body was fit and toned and though smaller than Drogo in stature and even with his manhood, for some reason he was far more pleasing to her eye.

As for how she looked to him, even without looking at his growing length and how hard and stiff he already was, his eyes told the tale even more truly. No one had ever looked at her with as much hunger as he did right then and just knowing that he desired her as much as she did him made her own excitement grow. She moved up the bed and watched him as he climbed up onto it. Dany enjoying the little gasp he made when his manhood brushed against her leg. She saw him smile as he looked down at her and then saw that hunger in his eyes once more as he began to kiss her again.

"Dany, so beautiful.

"So very beautiful."

She welcomed his praise both in word and deed as he kissed her and spoke and then kissed her some more. When he began to kiss parts of her that he had not, she shivered. Rhaegar moving ever closer to her breast and when his lips brushed against her nipple, she shook. He suckled on it, bit it gently, blew cold air on it, and licked it with his tongue before doing the same to the other one. While he did that his fingers rubbed the one he'd left just moments before and Dany felt herself close to the edge once more.

He kissed her chest between her breasts, her stomach and she giggled when he licked her belly button and then shivered once more when he looked up at her with that hunger in his eyes. She gripped the sheets when he kissed her thigh and gasped loudly when he parted her legs. As much as she wished him to continue with his teasing she knew that she'd welcome him inside of her. It however wasn't what he sought to do and it confused her and then shocked her when she felt his tongue touch her very core.

"Rhaegar?" she asked confused as to why he was kissing her there.

"So beautiful, so very beautiful." he said and when she felt his tongue sweep over her, she cared not for her confusion.

He licked her, his tongue pushed inside of her and he swept it up and down and over her small little bud. When he felt her shiver she swore she saw him smile and then he repeated it again and again. His tongue was driving her crazy as he brought her to the edge of the crevasse and then together with her, he jumped and she felt herself tense and then relax. When her release came it was like nothing she'd ever known, never had she imagined such a feeling was even possible. Then it came again and again and she found herself pushing him away. Her breath was shallow and her chest rose and fell and she felt his lips kiss her stomach. As she opened her eyes he was above her looking down at her, that hunger there still in his eyes.

"Where did you learn to do that?" she asked breathlessly.

"I didn't learn it, I've never…I just wanted to kiss you there." he said and she kissed him deeply finding that she enjoyed the taste of herself on his lips.

"I want you inside me." she said reaching down and she took him in her hand and moved him where she wanted him.

"Dany?" he said softly, his voice so full of concern yet the hunger if anything had grown in his eyes.

"Take me, Rhaegar, make me yours." she said and as she brushed him against herself, he pushed and was then inside her.

He was smaller than Drogo and yet he fit her far more and as he moved against her she felt every single inch of him. She was full, complete, and each thrust he made sent a shiver through her. That it didn't last long enough to bring her over the edge was to be expected and she knew then the words he'd spoken had been true and that she was his first. It made her almost regretful that he was not hers but seeing the embarrassed look on his face and being able to reassure him that he had done nothing wrong, made her glad he was not.

That he didn't seek to move and that she soon felt him harden again brought a smile to her face and when he began to move this time it felt different, he felt different. Soon she was calling out his name as he brought her to her own release and just like with his tongue, she found that one release was not all he wished her to have. By the time he had found his own she was almost exhausted and when he rolled off her, it took a few moments for either of them to move and for them both to clean themselves. Once they had, he lay back down on her bed and she snuggled up against him.

*Lemon Ends*

"Was it good?" he asked his voice a little shaky.

"You couldn't tell?" she replied with a giggle.

"Aye, for me, Aye, for you I hope so." he said and she kissed his cheek.

"For me, it was good, Aye." she said getting a chuckle from him for using his northern word.

As she snuggled against him she felt him stiffen a little and she worried that something was wrong and then she felt him kiss her cheek and rise to his elbow as he looked down at her.

"Marry me?" he asked catching her by surprise.

"Rhaegar.."

"Marry me. I want you to be mine, Dany, from this day to my last day. Marry me, be my wife?" he asked his eyes showing he was concerned that she may deny him.

"Rhaegar, I can't….I can't give you a child…our line, our line must continue." she said and she felt her tears fall as the reality of their situation finally hit home.

She'd been lost in a dream of him since the very first time she'd seen him, a dream that she now knew could never come true. He was to be the king and she would be lying if she said that she didn't wish to be his queen but it could never be. They were the last dragons, the only remaining members of their house who were of an age to have children and she could not give him any. Her tears fell and she began to sob and she welcomed his arms as they wrapped around her, she welcomed the comfort they gave her, even though she knew it could only be temporary.

"Marry me." he said again and she looked up at him, realizing that he had been saying the same two words over and over.

"Rhaegar…"

"We are dragons, Dany, you and I, we are dragons. We are magical, for who else can do the things we do? Why do you think you cannot give me a child?" he asked and she told him then of Mirri Maz Durr and the curse she'd placed upon her "So a witch claimed it so and you believe her?"

"She cursed me, Rhaegar, she took my child from me, my husband, and then she cursed me." she said angrily.

"Then I'll break the curse, I'll find a way and even if I do not, I care not. We were born to be together Dany, you and I are meant to be. We're the only two Dragonriders in this world, we've dreamt of each other, held each other, and no one makes me feel the way you do. I don't believe in curses, I believe in us, only us. Together we'll restore our house and take back the throne, together we'll see those who stand against us fall, together we'll rule, and together there isn't a thing in this world we can't and won't overcome. Marry me, be with me, together Dany." he said his fingers brushing away her tears as he looked at her, his eyes almost full of fire and just looking at them she knew the truth in his words.

"Together." she said kissing him and feeling him kiss her back.

Dragonstone 299 AC.

Ōñosmaghare

Years ago when he'd been on this island he'd been an outcast, alone and unwanted by any except those who sought to claim him for their own. Those foolish few who'd thought they would be the one to be his rider as if they possessed one ounce of what made Rhaegar who he was. To the other dragons, he was to be feared, avoided, and derided. He was not them and they not him and they wished him to be gone far from here.

None dared to force him to leave, not even together did they feel strong enough to do so and so he had remained here. Alone but not alone, part but not a part of. Coming back here he'd felt the trepidation and worry and yet his rider had been with him and soon those concerns and fears had gone away and instead Dragonstone had welcomed him back as if he'd always belonged. Now as he flew in the air with his brothers, with those who were not him but like him, he was no longer alone. They too had welcomed him, wished for his presence and his guidance, and guide them he would.

First, he showed them how to hunt the prey that lived in these waters, the whales and the larger prey that they needed to grow even stronger than they already were. Then he showed them where to make their lairs, the caves that were warm and welcoming and those that were not. He shared in their joy at each discovery they made about this place and he could tell they felt the same about it as he now did. Ōñosmaghare told them tales about his life and of his wait for his rider and he felt the same sadness he had known for so long in the two who had no riders of their own.

"Many years I waited for my rider, I feel you two will not have to wait so long for your own." he said as Rhaegal and Viserion looked at him eagerly.

"Mother, mother will bring your riders forth." Drogon said.

"My rider and your own, will mother and father to your riders" he said and he could see the two dragons look at their brother and at him excitedly.

He had felt it with Drogon, his connection with his rider and when she'd touched him, he'd then felt it too. She was like Rhaegar and she too had a bond with his rider, different but the same as the bond he had and Drogon had with them both. All of them felt it when the bond was strengthened, they felt the worries and fears that both riders had just simply fall away and as they flew through the air, each of them welcomed it in their own way. Rhaegal and Viserion flew happily in circles around each other at the thoughts of their own riders that were soon to come. Drogon grew ever more determined to see that any who dared threaten their family would feel his rage and as for him? Ōñosmaghare felt what it was like to not be alone and so he let out his flames not in anger but in joy.

There would be a difficult path for them ahead and there were those who would seek to harm them or those they cared about. He and his brothers would see them all brought to their knees, for they and their riders owned the skies, the seas, and the lands beneath them. They and only they were dragons and dragons were born to rule and not be ruled over. The day was fast approaching for the world to see the light that he, his rider, his brothers, and theirs would bring to it.

A/N: Thanks to all who've read and reviewed: Up Next Ned Dayne and Beric bring welcome news and an invitation to a meeting. Robb informs the Northern Lords of Jon's truth and his demands. In Kl the Tyrell's react to Rhaegar's letter. While as preparations are made for a wedding, Dany finds Rhaegar's sisters to be very different from each other as they spend time together while Rhaegar meets with Barristan and gives Jorah something he'd never expected.

Daryl Dixon: So very glad you liked it.

Victoria Terros: Thank you, my friend. I'm so glad you feel that with the dragons I wanted to give them a voice and some personality we'll see it more as we go on. With Robb, yes he and Rhaegar need to speak and speak together and it is coming, but he's torn between family/kingdom, the right thing to do, and a crown, and a bit like with Tywin here, they don't know just what Rhaegar has to back him up, so we'll see. What we will see is with the girls, both Arya and Sansa fully epitomize the pack mentality and will soon see Dany and others that way too. I get you about the ship not being your fave, they were done so wrong in the show that I hope to at least make you like them a little here. Stay well and keep a smile on your face, my friend.

Tfranco: So glad you liked it, I wanted the Jon/Dany to be almost a double meeting thing, so here you can say is part two of it. Shiera has a big role to play here and we'll see more of her in the next couple of chapters including her first explanation of her part in things. Brynden is a big ally and as we delve into Shiera, his part will be shown also. Robb is torn between a crown and family which we'll see next chapter and Cat is in some ways going to be a voice of reason. Jon's actions have changed her mind about him, especially the saving of Arya/Sansa, and we'll see her and Jon speak very soon. With Cat, I can go a lot of ways about her, I don't hold her to blame for everything in relation to Jon, she didn't know and you can argue about how bad she truly was to him, what I try to do with her is give her a push or nudge in a direction and see where it takes me. I think you can push her down a path where she could be terrible to him, under the right circumstances and one where she is far more on his side in the other. Ned is incredibly flawed, it's what bothers me most about his portrayal, at the end of the day he's given so much credit for not handing his nephew over to be killed, not exactly something that defines a hero IMO.

Dirty Cat: So very glad you liked it.

Emerald Duke: I hope you like this earlier chapter, the next one will be in two weeks so the wait won't be as long.

Jaimerey: Veremos sus partes mucho más tarde, todos tienen un papel, pero todavía no.

Suppes: So very glad you're enjoying it.

Lady Octarina: There may be more moments like that, I wanted to show the draw they have to each other and it's almost a calling out of their blood. Arthur will soon be riding on Lightbringer with him as will Arya more and more. We'll see Shiera/Bloodraven's back-story and it will explain a lot of things. Aemon is pretty much Hand of the King at this stage and Jon/Barristan have their first proper talk next chapter. Robb is torn between family/his crown and is dealing with mixed feelings on things, about Jon and his father too. Cat in some ways is the voice of reason. It's funny with some people they took the BF wrong and felt he was being too negative about Jon when my intent was that Edmure is the negative one and the BF is more practical, he's thinking something along those lines with marriage too.

I find it so very telling that GRRM goes so out of his way to pretty much keep those who truly knew Rhaegar away from Jon. Like Jaime speaks to him briefly I think in the books, Aemon is blind conveniently and Ned hides him away from Robert so he obviously fears he'll be recognized. The clincher for me though is the fact that Barristan doesn't travel to Winterfell, that makes no sense. The Entire royal family travels to WF and yet the LC of the KG, the deadliest blade in Westeros is left in Kl, why? He's there because if he sees Jon, then he'll recognize something about him and I like to think it's even clearer than simply a smile. With those who don't know it though I think having Arya recognize it really works because she would know Jon's smile better than anyone.

Celexys: Giving the timelines here things have to move a bit faster, we'll slow them down a little next chapter as we get more reactions, and life on DS is shown, including a wedding, but the one after will be war.

Creativo: Entiendo lo que estás diciendo, pero nunca usan la segunda parte, solo el nombre a menos que sea official.

Guest: There are so many interactions that need to take place so it kind of needs to stretch to another Chapter, Barry/Jorah and Arya/Sansa with Dany among other things really need to be shown before you can move on I feel. Same with the reactions, I went simply with the King's Landing one here and we'll be given a Tywin pov when he learns about Dany in a chapter or two. With the Tyrell's timing is working against them but we'll see their full reaction next and again like Tywin it's a lack of info about Jon that will hurt them. As for Robb, he's really torn which we'll see. So glad you liked it and hope it doesn't feel as if I'm stretching things out, it's just these little points are so important and can't be rushed I feel.

Keb: We'll see more of that with Sansa next and a hint at her future. I've planned it out post-conquest.

Xand 007: Thank you my friend: Here they come indeed, I'm so eager to introduce LB to the realm, one more chapter I think will be enough. The issue for Robb and the North is that they really don't see what Jon has to offer, men wise and have no idea about the dragons, Cat is actually more amenable to Jon than some of the Lords may be. Jon will not let Robb or anyone keep a crown, I hope this chapter shows that, as you say it's a sign of weakness and a man with dragons can't be seen to be weak. Not only that but at the end of the day, it was the weakness that really brought their house down, if they were strong no one would have dared to even try. Stay safe and well my friend, be happy.

Literary Consumer: Thanks so very much, it's a fun place to play in lol.

Abbadon: He won't be a KG here, but yes we'll see Jaime in a little bit, I didn't want to show him until the news about Jon is out there so there was a reason to see a true reaction from him, we'll see it in a chapter or two.

VwChick: So glad you liked it, I had to almost split the Dany/Jon meeting into two parts, the first was the last chapter, and the second the Dany pov here. One of the issues for Olenna is timing, as you see in the Tyrion pov, Tywin is keen to tie them together before Jon shows his hand and so events are moving at a pace. I agree if she is aware of it all, she offers Marge to Jon, Willas to Dany, or to Robb/Sansa, but as of now, and we'll see it more clearly next chapter, she's not aware of it all.

Michelle G: Thanks so very much for saying so, Really glad you're liking it and hope you continue to do so.

Akramwow1: Jon is marrying Dany and Sansa has a much different match here, so you've no worries on that account.

Xan Merrick: Thank you, my friend. With Dacey in the North, it completely changes the dynamic which is something I put a lot of thought to. Theon ends up as Reek because Ramsay takes WF, but here Dacey's men don't allow that and while Rodrik didn't recognize him, Dacey has just come from spending time with Roose, so she did. So Theon, Asha, Ramsay are all taken off the board for now. I couldn't resist the punch for Slynt, Thorne knows and we'll see his reaction a little later. I'm not Robb's biggest fan either, I lose it for him when he marries because it's hypocritical of him IMO. He won't swap Jaime for his sisters because he worries his men will never accept it and then he breaks an agreement causing just as many issues if not more, he's a bit selfish IMO. Here we'll see a little of that, he's torn between family and his crown and the right thing to do and his crown, also the idea that Jon is more important than him is one he's not too keen on. The Realm for true will get its first sighting of LB very soon.