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Oh my god! OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ENDING?! I HATED episode 5!

Chapter rating: T

IX

(King's Landing)

Stomping through the dungeons Arya tried to catch the cat who ran a head as she skidded to a halt at the dragon skulls. Rhaenyra's ancestors beasts, subject of the Stark children's' fascination. Even Sansa liked listening to the stories when Valaena would tell them. She paused and stared at the black skulls with awe, gently touching one she smiled, the tooth was smooth and cool to the touch. Arya wished that she could show Rhaenyra them, these were her heritage anyway. Talking and chatter quickly made her hide as she hid in the skull, kneeling she saw cloaked figures walking.

"He's already found one of the bastards and now the man has the book with them all written down," the man sounded familiar but she couldn't place him.

"What will he do with this?" the other asked, he had a foreign tongue as she spotted it similar to the first man.

"I don't know. The fools attempted to assassinate his son and his ward," he spoke as Arya's eyes widened. "What's worse is they botched it. Now all my birds are going silent, so are the Queen's, and soon enough the wolf and lion will be at each other's throats," the first one spoke as she tried to listen. "Soon, we will be at war my friend. I guarantee it."

"What good is war? If one Hand could die, why not this one?" the second asked as Arya bit her lips to stop the gasp that tried to escape.

"This Hand is not like the other one," the first voice spoke in firm belief.

"Khal Drogo will not make his move until his son is born. We need more time," the second urged while she carefully peaked around.

"You say 'more time,' I say 'push on.' This is not a two player game," the first finished walking away as the other spoke.

"It never was with her sister," he said as their voices disappeared while Arya watched with caution.

'We're… they talking about Father?' she thought while carefully finding a way out of the dungeon to warn her family.

IX

(Winterfell)

Rhaenyra was grinning like a fool as she continued to read the letter her sister sent while sitting in her chambers, they had reached Vaes Dothrak and Daenerys was quick to send word that she was pregnant. Arms around her waist quickly drew her from her thoughts as she looked to her curious husband with a bright smile.

"And what has you grinning like that?" Robb asked as Rhaenyra gave him the note, eyes lit up with happiness. With a small chuckle he took it and started to read himself before his face split into a grin. "Really?" he asked as she nodded before laughing.

"She's pregnant!" Rhaenyra was beyond happy for her twin as the younger seemed to have connected to her husband better as she said that was her original problem. Robb hugged her tightly, knowing she was beyond happy that she would become an aunt, despite never knowing the child. Rhaenyra had told him all about her marriage to Khal Drogo and even looked up what the Dothraki were like. He was quite nervous about who they are and what they did, Maester Luwin had told them they should be glad the Dothraki are across the Narrow Sea. They were terrifying for people to deal with.

"But if… we know. Won't King Robert know?" he asked, while he and no doubt his family would be happy for Daenerys, he worried for the King.

"Why would he worry? Daenerys is across the sea, and unless the Dothraki teach their horses to run on water, there is nothing to fear," Rhaenyra defended as she did not see any reason for the King to fear that her twin was pregnant.

"Your brother?" Robb asked, he knew what Viserys was like, she told him everything Daenerys told her.

"He'll never be King," she frowned as they sat on their bed. "Viserys will never become King because he has no support here, no one will want another Targaryen King," she shook her head at her brother's foolish thoughts. She's even told Daenerys this in their letters. "Dany told me that he was upset that he didn't get to marry his firstborn sister," she scoffed as he growled softly. "It's not that uncommon in my family, you know that," she raised her brow at him as he sighed.

"That will never happen," he pressed a kiss to her, it surprised her before she chuckled and kissed back. "Because the North would protect you from anyone who would steal you away," he smirked as she giggled, giving another kiss.

"Good," she smiled again before he yanked her even closer, wrapping her arms around his neck, frantic knocking made them leap apart in alarm as Baela and a guard raced in. The blonde/white haired girl panted as the guard did the same though he quickly handed Robb something as Rhaenyra got her friend to sit down and offered them both a cup of water. Thanking her, the guard drank the water while waiting for Robb's order as he opened the sealed letter. Rhaenyra sat beside Baela who looked to Robb with worry, it was from his mother that she saw.

"Mother has taken the Imp prisoner. And claimed it his knife the assassin used," he announced causing Rhaenyra's head to whip to him. She shot up to read the note the moment he gave it to her.

"Oh gods," she whispered. "This'll reach King's Landing soon," Rhaenyra worried, fear started to kick through her body as Baela gently held her hand. Her blue eyes staring into Robb's.

"Can we warn your father in time?" she asked as he shook his head.

"No, if this reached us here, it'll reach King's Landing even faster," Robb denied as Rhaenyra sat on the bed with the guard and Baela's aid.

"What are we going to do?" she asked her husband who frowned.

"Nothing, we can do nothing," Robb explained as he excused the guard who nodded and gave his apologies for the problem the letter brought.

"Tywin Lannister will go to war for this," Rhaenyra knew, she knew something was going to happen and was terrified. But she also couldn't believe Tyrion, who gave them the device for Bran's saddle, was the one who sent the attack. He liked Bran, she could tell.

"He won't do anything so long as Mother holds his son," Robb tried but the look in his wife's face was making him worry. She didn't believe that, when it came to Tywin Lannister she took everythingwith caution when dealing with that man. She knew what he did to her family, if she hated someone more than anything it would be him. Robert may have killed her brother who would've been King had he not been killed, but he murdered his wife and their defenseless children. "Baela, go," he ordered as she nodded and left after giving a kiss to Rhaenyra's head and gently clasped her hand on Robb's shoulder in comfort. "Rhae," he started gently kneeling in front of her.

"It wasn't the Baratheons I feared Robb, it was him," she started, crying softly as Robb stared confused. He's never really seen her cry except a few times, most of which when they were younger and recently was when Bran fell. "Everyone assumed that I feared the King, I do. But not more than I fear Tywin Lannister," she spoke as he stroked her hair, sitting beside her as she cried.

"You know we will never let anything happen to you," he swore as she nodded, sniffing softly.

"I know," she whimpered but sniffed, hating how she felt right now.

"Hey, how about we go get the girls from Maester Luwin and we go into Wolfswood again. They liked it last time," he grinned. A week ago the girls had actually gone out and into the woods, they were terrified when their mother started to walk away from them without picking them up and called out to her. Instead she ordered them to come to her, and they did. They had spent a few hours in the woods with Grey Wind and the dragons before returning. It was a struggle to just hide them on the return.

"Okay," she smiled as he kissed her forehead and started to leave with her. Together they walked to the Maester's Tower, he has actually been studying the dragons more and more, he gained their trust with ease, usually leaving mounds of meat for them to gorge on while he studied them. Rhaenys liked it when he would playfully tickle her wings with a feather, it somehow instigated her playfulness. Alysanne would lay across his lap so he could examine her body and how dragons truly were. He had compared them to the night birds known as bats, a book of his that he had borrowed from her said the dragons were four legged not two. He was happy to prove that Archmaester wrong, his notebook was filled with his findings and Bran had been able to do a drawing of one while Baela had sat with him with the girls. They loved Bran, laying across his lap usually with Summer, he liked listening to their singing. Rhaella though seemed to show her dominate attitude a lot, usually shrieking at the direwolves who would jump or snarl back, Shaggydog snarled back most. But they got along with the wolves to their mother's happiness.

"Maester Luwin?" Rhaenyra knocked softly as she entered and jumped back when Rhaenys spat out flames. "Stop!" she demanded as her hatchling did so. Growling softly at her mother who fully walked in and pulled a cautious Robb in too. He hadn't liked what just happened.

"What in Seven Hells was that?" he asked irritated as Maester Luwin also glared a bit.

"The girls started to fight when Rhaenys ate the rest of the food," Maester Luwin claimed as Rhaella hissed at her sister and Rhaenyra spotted her frills standing on end.

"Did you learn anything new?" she asked curiously. Sometimes he didn't have new findings or it'd just be a small thing.

"I noticed those frills too. It's like a cat when agitated. Her frills and hind would tense or 'puff' up," he explained and used Alysanne as the example, she had tiny silver/blue frills that would extend when she hissed or shrieked, he lightly nudged the sections he meant. "Also I started to keep track of their growth," he spoke up. "They seem to grow every month, mostly in length but I assume it will eventually become their girth," he added as Rhaella approached her mother. She just calmly climbed up to her shoulder, sniffing her head she purred and head butted her softly. "They're very affectionate towards their bonded parent it would seem," Maester Luwin mused as he watching Rhaenyra close her eyes nudge her daughter back, the tiny creature trilled and purred before the other two followed suit making Robb chuckle with his mentor.

"We were actually going to take them further into the woods," Robb suggested as Maester Luwin hummed.

"I believe Bran's saddle is finished. The young foal Valaena chose is a filly, named Dancer," Luwin spoke up as Rhaenyra perked up.

"Does that mean he can ride yet?" She asked as he smiled and nodded.

"Tomorrow. The horse is all done and trained, all is required is Bran's measurements," he finished before showing the pieces of paper as Robb took them.

"We'll take him for a ride tomorrow with Theon and Baela," Robb claimed as Rhaenyra smiled. "For now we are taking the girls," he finished while his wife finished tying her cloak that hid the hatchlings. Rhaella hid under her hair, Alysanne clung to her chest and ties while Rhaenys coiled around her wrist while her hand cupped the golden hide.

"Safe ride My Lord, My Lady," he smiled while bowing his head respectfully as they nodded.

IX

Rhaenyra laughed as she urged Corlys on more while the hatchlings clung to her and the saddle, Robb rode alongside her as Grey Wind ran a head. The dragons were enjoying the rushing air, Rhaella most of all, she shrieked the loudest and usually tried to flap her wings, almost losing her balance to easy. Alysanne and Rhaenys happily stayed snuggled in between her legs, they were happy for the change of environment before the direwolf's howl made them shriek and cry out. Robb took the lead as she followed behind, holding her girls as she followed after her husband. They came across Grey Wind with a bloody head and a dead goat.

"Grey Wind," Robb scolded, knowing the girls were meant to be searching for mice instead of being fed by his protective wolf.

"It's fine," Rhaenyra soothed, gently getting down while her babies stumbled to the direwolf who lightly nipped their faces in warning before he started to tear into the stomach, ripping a few pieces out he instantly started to jerk a bit.

"Grey Wind?" Robb asked worried suddenly as he saw his companion look about to be sick. Before he vomited some of the meat he just ate.

"I don't believe it," Rhaenyra whispered in awe as he cleared his throat before coughing a few more times. "I've seen the mother dogs do that for when they are given meat from the kitchens. It's to feed the pups," she smiled as he scoffed.

"Gods," he whispered as Rhaenys started to dig at the digested meat before Rhaella burned the mound, or what she could as it was still small, the hatchlings happily started to tear at the cooked sections, Alysanne eagerly aided in burning the meat with Rhaenys. "Amazing," he laughed while Grey Wind ate the remaining goat corpse.

"So at least they will be fed," she chuckled while he put a blanket down for them while Corlys and Karn grazed. Rhaenyra laid with her head on his chest while the hatchlings continued to gorge themselves with Grey Wind who continued to rip pieces off after they finished the small mound. "I'm worried Robb," she whispered as he nodded, kissing her head.

"I know Rhae, I wish I could block that part for you," he spoke as she giggled. Closing her eyes she slowly started to doze before feeling little bodies join them while Grey Wind laid around her back. The hatchlings bodies were quite warm. Rhaenyra though kept thinking about her missing her moon's blood, she's always been on time, even as a child. Catelyn had told her it was odd, even she was irregular at a young age, but Maester Luwin assumed some just were that lucky or unlucky depending on how they put it. They had stopped at the Heart Tree, napping beneath it with her children she remembered looking into the face that reminded her of Ghost, her best friend's direwolf, with the pale face and blood eyes.

Shrieks filled the skies as screams and blood followed. Rushing wind was all she could feel as arrows flew past her. Feeling her face morph into a snarl she growled and urged her dragon on. The angry creature roared, and dove down, clearing the clouds she saw what she was fighting, an armada. With Lions! Roaring the dragon burned everything as more fires flew down too, more than two columns. She saw a green dragon fly past her with an angry snarl, burning its own path as she turned the dragon. Flying away from the battle she continued on as a howl broke through, more followed as a whistle echoed, the dragon seemed to listen as it turned to the sound and flew in the direction of the south. She was flying towards King's Landing!

Shrieks made her look and see a giant blue/silver dragon flying alongside as her as they roared, diving down the dragon burned everything in its path with blue flames, cheers followed as they both swerved.

The dragon she was on slammed down on a burning pile of rubble, a once magnificent castle possibly now reduced to nothing as cheers of 'Queen in the North! Queen in the North!' echoed around her. Her face nothing but calm and coolness as she looked to everyone, her dragon roaring at the energy it felt. More shrieks followed as more thuds alerted her to others. 'Queen in the South! Queen in the South!' Followed too by others as screams and roars deafened Rhaenyra's ears while another dragon roared it's own satisfaction in winning.

"Rhae, Rhae-"

She awoke to Robb who had been shaking her apparently while the hatchlings hissed and growled at an approaching figure.

"Easy now," Theon's voice seemed to ease them as he appeared, hands outstretched as he held a scroll in one hand. "We've got bad news," he announced showing a message.

"What?" Rhaenyra asked worried and slightly still sleepy before Theon hoist her up. She calmly walked over to the pond nearby and noticed the charred remnants of pieces of bones from the goat.

"Father's been attacked by the Kingslayer," Robb revealed as she looked to him with horror.

"What?!" she shrieked, alarming her daughters and the wolf who had been chewing on the remains. Rhaella confusingly came closer as she climbed up her mother's skirts, clinging to her as she shot up to take the letter in confusion.

"You were right to worry after all Rhae," Theon frowned, gently picking Alysanne up when she trilled to him, confused. Rhaenys sat on Grey Wind's back with a confused look, watching them worry and panic over the note.

IX

End of chapter! Hope you liked it! Please tell me if I should do better or go more into someone else's pov.

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