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XXIII
(Stormlands)
Catelyn growled as she packed her luggage, she still couldn't believe Rhaenyra sold off Rickon. She had listened to Margaery argue with Renly before he told her he wouldn't break his word to Stannis. Despite knowing she had done the same to her own grandchild, it still grated on the lady's nerves that someone else was choosing her son's wife and not her.
"Cat," a familiar voice made her whip around.
"You worm," she hissed out hatefully. "You betrayed Ned!" she snarled as Petyr Baelish flinched.
"I tried to help him! I wanted him to rule as regent," he growled out as she scoffed. "I'm bringing a peace offering," he offered as Catelyn laughed with hate.
"Why in all the Gods-" she cut herself off when she saw two silent sisters bring in a box. She knew what that was. "What is this?" she asked sharly.
"Lord Tyrion Lannister sent it," he offered as that grated the woman's nerves. "He deserves to rest alongside his kin," he urged as Catelyn knelt down. "All he wants is Jaime. He'll trade for your girls," he spoke as Catelyn froze.
"You have Arya too?" she asked with a hopeful tone.
"Yes," he agreed, watching her.
"Robb will never agree to those terms," Catelyn spoke. "Nor Rhaenyra," she spat.
"I'm not bringing this to them. I'm bringing it to you," he urged as Catelyn thought, while trailing her hands over her husband's box.
"Get out. Now," she ordered in a whisper as he bowed. Knowing when not to push a subject to much. As he left, she opened the box and nearly fainted, closing it with a defeated sigh as she realized, he could go back.
XXIII
(Northern Army)
Robb sighed as he walked around the battlefield, he was to return to Riverrun today, they had gone after another faction of Tywin's army. He has been lonely since both his wife and mother leaving, but he had Theon and Baela to keep him company. But he noticed Baela wanting to stay in Riverrun more and more. He knew why, Jaime. He's actually been quite docile at night, he'd answer a question if you had one so long as it did not implicate his family in anyway. He once came down and listened to Baela talk with Jaime about King's Landing, Theon would join both staying against the wall out of their sight. He told her everything she asked, he even heard them talking about the wolves and dragons. Though Baela knew better than to divulge information that went to far that could do harm to the animals. Despite knowing he should stop this, Robb knew Baela missed her mother, but she was also trying to understand why her mother liked Jaime.
Hearing the cries of the men in agony he felt a bit nauseated as he looked all over. All almost all were Lannister men, very few northern men, a couple Dornish, though their people were vicious. Grey Wind was seen eating a few and he understood that when his great-uncle explained when they'd bring the dragons in, they'd do the exact same.
"Just be lucky we have prisoners for now," his uncle spoke lowly, afraid of the sudden appearance of the dragons. Though his wife's children would not return for some time, so he thought. They had made a deal to not send messages so that no one could catch it, it might sound ridiculous but it was for their protection. He dreamt of his wife every night, he missed the sounds of the dragons as some noted the silence other then the idle chatter. Grey Wind had become increasingly closer to Robb and growled at quite a few others, most of them women he noted.
"No, no! Please, no-"
"The rot is going to set if we don't take the foot," a foreign woman's voice came out as Robb turned with confusion. Before settling on a healer helping a young Lannister soldier, frowning he walked over.
"Robb!" Baela's voice stopped him as the girl came racing over a giant grin over her face. He had to stop her from tripping as he laughed softly, the girl was bloody from aiding in catching the scouts and killing them.
"What has you all twisted up?" he asked before leading them away as Theon quickly joined wiping his sword off as Baela produced a parchment.
"Mother wrote back! The agreement is settled," she breathed while offering it to Robb as Theon cheered with the maid who smacked his shoulder in happiness.
"I can't believe it," Robb spoke in shock. Stunned his wife got Renly on their side too, it'd strengthen Stannis rule in the South for his family's home to also be under his reign. "Stannis is sending some men to Winterfell," he spoke in curiosity.
"Why?" Theon asked worried, leaning over as Robb lowered it so he could read.
"To help protect the boys," he claimed. It felt… odd, for another king's soldiers to help defend his home, but that was apart of the agreement Rhaenyra put in when Renly joined, as Rickon is to marry Shireen.
"I wonder how your mother took Rickon's marriage proposal," Baela commented as Theon scoffed.
"She sold off her own grandson, who's not even born yet. She should understand-"
"But it wasn't Mother who chose," Robb revealed. He knew his mother wanted her children to find love, he was lucky to love, or adore as the Greatjon had joked, his betrothed. He hoped Rickon would like Shireen as he heard the stories about the young princess, Arya was engaged to a Frey who he was sure she'd possibly kill. Then she'd be free, he joked in his own mind.
"Then Rhae is on her way home," Theon claimed as they mounted their horses.
"Yes, she is," Robb smiled when Grey Wind joined, head bloody. He urged Karn ahead as they all laughed happily about it, the direwolf joining at a happy pace, unaware of what is coming.
XXIII
(Daenerys)
Daenerys carefully looked around her new home in Qarth as she awaited news, her tiny dragons crooning from their cages as she approached them, having left her bath she allowed her dragons out and watched them cling to her silk, so tiny they were.
"Your Grace," Ser Jorah called out as she sat on the pillows while her maids tended to her, Irri being mindful of the dragons who snapped at her.
"Yes?" she called softly. As the braiding started.
"I bring to you, Quhuru Mo, Captain of the Cinnamon Wind," he spoke allowing the man to enter when she bid it. He fell into the kneel.
"Please rise," she urged as Drogon growled softly.
"Your Grace," he greeted, thick in Valyrian. "I bring you a gift," he spoke as she perked up.
"A gift?"
"A gift of news. Dragonmother, Stormborn, I tell you true, Robert Baratheon is dead," he spoke as she gaped in shock, somewhat tightening her grip on Drogon who growled. Viserion trilled worryingly as Rhaegal hissed.
"Truly?" she asked hopeful.
"So it is said in Oldtown, and Dorne, and Lys, and all the other ports where we have called," he spoke in belief.
"How did he die?" she asked. 'He sent me poisoned wine, yet I live and he is gone.'
"Torn by a boar whilst hunting in his kingswood, or so I heard in Oldtown. Many say his wife betrayed him, or Lord Stark who was his Hand. Yet all the tales agree in this: King Robert is dead and in his grave." Quhuru Mo spoke as Ser Jorah breathed in shock. Daenerys felt her dragons tense and started to shiver in excitement at the air tensed up.
"The boy sits the Iron Throne now," Ser Jorah said.
"King Joffrey reigns," Quhuru Mo agreed, "but the Lannisters rule. Robert's brothers have fled King's Landing. The talk is, they mean to claim the crown. And the Hand has fallen, Lord Stark who was King Robert's friend. He has been seized for treason."
"Ned Stark? He'd rather throw himself off The Wall before besmirching his honor," Ser Jorah spoke, knowing how that man saw dishonesty.
"I bid you goodbye Your Grace," he spoke as he bowed once more before leaving as Ser Jorah sighed.
"He is dead. The Usurper is dead," she spoke in glee as she surged making the dragons scatter in alarm to the ground. Leaping around she pressed a kiss to Ser Jorah's cheek as he bit the inside of his cheek to not say anything. But gave a tight smile that Daenerys did not notice as she plucked more pieces of meat for the dragon hatchlings who shrieked at her.
'I can't tell her,' he thought.
XXIII
(Rhaenyra)
Rhaella shrieked as she tore apart her goat that had strayed from its herd. Her sisters had taken to eating deer still but Rhaella brought whatever she found back.
"You should be careful what they hunt," Valaena spoke sharply as Rhaenyra sighed.
"How?" she asked irritated. "They go and hunt, I can not see what they hunt, let alone tell them what to not kill. Soon they will be too big for me to control," she breathed in a stressful motion as Rhaella stopped her gorging, eyes on her mother before softly approaching and crooning to her as the Valyrian woman smiled and pet the large head as Rhaenyra's eyes widened.
"What? What is it?" Lynara asked worried, grabbing her queen's elbow softly, worried it was the baby.
"Her face, it does not fit in my hands any more," she spoke in shock as the others looked to them in confusion. "Before we left to Dragonstone her face could fit in my hands when I cupped them," she explained as they tensed themselves.
"On an island not used to them, no one stopped them from eating," Tyene spoke in realization. The dragons could not gorge here where they were at Riverrun because the animals were not as close, but Rhaenyra knew soon that her dragons would eventually go further to eat but they still remained close.
"But I know they remain close to the castle and do not gorge as often," Rhaenyra spoke as she allowed the dragon to fly away from her.
"You knew they would start growing quicker when they grew bigger. The wolves did," Lynara spoke having seen the same shock in Robb's eyes when the direwolves had grown to the size of hounds by their first year. These dragons were catching up though. Barely over their first year and already they were reaching the wolf sizes, Rhaella of course won out being snappier and more pushy.
"Soon they will hunt away from you and will be able to be of use to fight," Tyene commented as Rhaenyra tensed.
"They're still too young," she frowned.
"Your ancestors-"
"Had them since the beginning. If I had a row of books to teach me how to teach them I would have already done it," Rhaenyra spoke, tired of talking about it already. She had been caring for her since she left Dragonstone and her dragons have not left her side since.
"Alright. Let us continue on," Ser Barristan ordered. Once more taking the charge of their group, they stood to continue for their original resting spots. The dragons made loud noises and announced they had returned to the inland as the group adapted to it, Ser Barristan kept them at a quick pace and knew how to maneuver around the terrain with ease, avoiding the war so far. The dragons continued to gorge and would fly high in the air, when they'd rest the dragons wouldn't, it was official for Rhaenyra that her dragons were doing better at their long distance wing use. Tyene had actually started to finish Maester Luwin's journal, sitting with the queen she had learned about it and had asked to read it, when she found the spot he stopped she offered to finish it. She had eyes just like the old maester and even sharper, she could watch them in flight and spy the way the turn and glide, even during their feasting she watched them, recording everything.
But as they continued on she noticed Rhaella becoming more and more agitated and started to snap at her sisters, agitating them in the end. Ser Barristan suggested they stop but the dragons continued their angry antics, Rhaenyra fearlessly approached her dragons before looking at them in confusion. Rhaella roared at her mother who flinced just a second but still stared at her daughters, not backing away.
"Jikagon lenton," (Go home,) Rhaenyra urged, feeling the need to do this as her dragons shrieked and took off faster than before as Rhaella roared angrily. "How close are we to Riverrun?" she demanded.
"Should be there by tomorrow Your Grace," he cautioned, Rhaenyra though had better ideas, whistling, Corlys ran up, pausing only enough to allow her pregnant rider on before racing off after the dragons. Shouts from her group were alarmed as horses shrieked and screamed as their riders ordered their own races.
"Dakogon riña," (Run girl,) she whispered to Corlys who huffed and ran faster to keep up as the night carried on, desperately avoiding the branches that smacked into her face. Screams of terror and agony reached her ears as she came upon her dragons burning men who fled. They were crimson red, Lannister men, as a man yanked her down making her yelped.
"Quiet, girl," he hissed, his smell reached her nose as she turned to see Jaime Lannister as her eyes widened. "Calm down. I'm not fleeing," he whispered. Rhaenys shrieked at both as Jaime breathed shakily.
"Stay calm," she instructed as he calmed his breathing barely, Rhaenyra smacked Corlys hide as she took off. "How did you get out?" Rhaenyra asked suddenly, Jaime took a steady breath.
"Guard released me, Baela was attacked," he spoke as Rhaenyra turned her head suddenly.
"How?" she demanded.
"One stabbed her," he claimed as Rhaenyra almost sobbed.
"Take me to her please," she begged.
"Okay," he urged as they shot through the fighting people as the dragons tore into men and burned them when Rhaenys took to the sky she burned every man who attempted to attack them, some might've been apart of their own army or the Lannister army. As they entered Rhaenyra took his hand away from her neck and grabbed his wrist to drag him to his cell and nearly yelped as she ran into Oberyn who almost attacked Jaime.
"Wait!" she yelled as he froze along with Nymeria who held her whip. "Baela's hurt, he was taking me to her," she was near to tears about possibly losing her kin as she lost another friend recently. Oberyn paused and saw the fear in the Lannister's eyes as he watched the Dornish.
"I can help her," he vowed as Nymeria took off to the cell herself to be of help. Screams and rages of anger from the wounded woman herself surprised the group as they found her stabbing a man in the gut before slashing a man's throat when he attempted to pin her. Despite that her left side was bleeding heavily, even as she tried to stop it.
"Baela," Jaime called catching her as she fell. He cradled her softly as she whimpered, Oberyn approached softly he lifted the tunic that had somewhat stopped the attack.
"It did not go deep," he noted as Theon ran in.
"Get the maester!" Rhaenyra demanded as he took off despite the look of Jaime free. "Baela?" she asked softly taking her friend's hand.
"Four men," the girl spoke wincing as Jaime shushed her.
"Hush girl, wait until the maester helps you," he urged. "They came with the men that brought Cleos back," Jaime spoke as Oberyn lightly dabbed at the wound as she whimpered in pain. "Easy girl," he urged softly. "Think of your north, your wide open plains, the snow, the mud," he groaned as they smiled. Rhaenyra laughed as she tried to calm herself, she did not want to freak out and hurt her unborn child, she sniffed before exhaling as Valaena raced in panting in exhaustion.
"Baela!" she shrieked as Baela looked to her mother.
"Mama?" she asked as Robb appeared, tensing as he spotted Jaime free but frowned when he saw Baela hurt.
"What happened?" he ordered.
"When Cleos Frey returned it appears four men snuck in to help him escape," Edmure growled as Rhaenyra's face went empty. "We've captured them," the moment that left his lips she stood as Valaena and Jaime crowded around their daughter who coughed before the maester came in with another guard.
"Please let me be here until she is stable," Jaime begged as he held Baela's hand tighter. Robb watched her and was torn between throwing him back or race after his wife.
"The moment her life is stable enough to be moved, you go into a cell," he ordered as the Lannister agreed. Robb tore after his wife as she stormed down, her footsteps loud and determined. "Rhae! Rhae!" he called out desperate to stop his wife as Lynara ran a man through, Ser Barristan spotted his queen and went to her side as four men were forced to their knees. Rhaenyra's sharp eyes zeroed in on them.
"Are these them?" she asked.
"Yes, Your Grace," Greatjon spoke, surprised to see his queen. He assumed she would not been back for another few days. But spotting the dragons should have clued him in as they were seen eating the burned men. Robb could not believe their sizes as Grey Wind approached them cautiously, they were bigger now, he softly huffed and sniffed as Rhealla stopped her gorging to spot him.
"Love," Robb breathed, trying to calm his angry wife. With her expression he knew exactly what was going to happen.
"Your Grace, we hang our men," Edmure spoke worried as he watched her too.
"Hang the three, the one who stabbed my cousin will burn," she demanded as her husband got ready to step in before a glare from her made him falter.
"Rhaenyra you cannot just decide that," he spoke.
"She is one of my last living kin Robb," she snarled quietly, he stopped knowing she was angry. Baela had lost a lot of blood by the time a maester got to her and she had been fighting too, losing more as a result.
"Very well," he decided.
"Rob-"
"You will address him as 'King Robb' or 'Your Grace,' My Lord Tully. He is still your king," Ser Barristan reminded as his voice cut the uncle off who glared softly.
"Who stabbed the white haired maid?" Rhaenyra ordered as Edmure sighed, not liking the way this will turn out. The four men glared before Rhaenys and Alysanne viciously snarled, their faces blood spattered and covered in the remnants of their victims. A couple whimpered as one closed his eyes when Rhaella closed in on him with a deep, soul piercing growl that sent shivers down all four backs of the men.
"We have a murderer, a poisoner, a mummer and a thief," Smalljon spoke as he brought a bloody guard who was quite roughed up.
"Jaime said the murderer attacked," Theon revealed, horrifying the Lannister men that Jaime told them. The man who Rhaella had zeroed on whimpered as the dragons shrieked at him Alysanne started to open her mouth.
"Keligon," (Stop,) Rhaenyra ordered. As she jerked her head to the side when Greatjon hauled the man to his feet as the other three were tossed to a Tully guard. Smalljon forced the man in front of the growling Alysanne as she slowly pulled herself up to full height as she snarled when the Umber duo moved out of her way. "Alysanne," the Dragon Queen called, eyes watching the murderer who fearfully looked at the dragon. "Dracarys," Rhaenyra ordered as her youngest spat a jet of blue flames which quickly engulfed the screaming man as the others fearfully moved away. The only ones who didn't were northern men or others who adapted to them. Rhaenys and Rhaella shrieked angrily at the remaining who clung to the guards, they barely aided in stopping the dragons from terrorizing the three men. Robb watched his wife's face and noted the blank expression as she looked down, looking to Obara, the Dornish she nodded and looked to the man's burned body and ordered something in Dornish to her men who nodded. Alysanne abandoned her kill and joined in tearing into the already half-eaten men, Rhaenyra walked away as Ser Barristan joined. Obara and her men snagged the murderer's remains before taking it.
XXIII
"How is she?" Rhaenyra asked the Maester who softly dabbed at Baela's head. She had started to sweat a bit which worried her queen.
"A bit of a sweat, Your Grace. But the lady is strong," he promised, positive that she could get better. "She's lost a bit of blood as well, we can only hope she wakes," he hoped as she nodded.
"Stay with her please, Maester Lyon," she begged as he nodded.
"Of course, Your Grace," he agreed with ease. Rhaenyra sighed as she came closer pressing a soft kiss on her forehead before leaving.
"And make sure her family knows," she requested as he perked up.
"Father too?" he asked as she nodded.
"No one would have helped her if he had not told me, Oberyn had been able to help until you got there. Please make sure he knows," she nodded before leaving as he smiled softly before returning to his patient. Rhaenyra slowly walked as she kept a hand against the wall as she started to cry softly and fell to her knees as she cried. Covering her mouth she quietly stayed down before feeling hands cup her shoulders.
"Come on," Lynara urged as Ser Barristan joined, both had gone to tell Robb of Baela's stability. He had been desperate to find out about his wife too. But now they were aiding in steadying their queen, resting her hand against her small belly she breathed calmly a few times before standing with her maid and knight's help. She stayed a bit against the wall while they watched with worry, Rhaenyra took a few shaky deep breathes, coughing softly she shook her head, feeling sick to her stomach.
"Come on, child," Ser Barristan requested as he helped guide the upset queen. She held Lynara's hand as the woman rubbed her back as Ser Barristan kept a hand against the queen's back as he felt her sway for the moment. "You need sleep," he ordered. A bit agitated with what happened, he already knew about her losing one child, he didn't want to lose this one.
Making their way inside Ser Barristan instantly places himself outside as Lynara helped Rhaenyra dress for bed as she paused at seeing the swell. Not caring about her nakedness, Lynara placed her hand against the growing bulge. "Already so far along," Lynara smiled softly as Rhaenyra smiled with a small sniff and laughed softly.
"I wanted to tell Baela when we got back," she cried as Lynara embraced her quickly, she held the slip against her queen's back as she comforted her. Robb entering made them pause and he skidded to a halt at see them hugging and his wife crying.
"What is it?" he asked worried as Lynara helped put the slip on, doing her best to hide the belly until Robb knew.
"It's just stress, Robb," Lynara spoke softly. "How about I leave you two, huh?" she smiled and kissed her queen's forehead and softly gripped Robb's hand before walking out giving Ser Barristan a farewell of her own as he nodded and left, knowing the queen was safe, especially when he noted two Dornish members hovering nearby. The queen and king stood in their chambers a bit tense as Rhaenyra sighed and wiped her eyes.
"How is Baela?" Robb asked as he placed his crown next to hers, Rhaenyra shrugged.
"Until she wakes up, no one knows. She has a fever and the maester worries that it might take longer for her to recover," she told as tears started to pool once more in her eyes.
"Hey," he spoke softly wearing nothing but his breeches as he had been dressing down to sleep. Instantly he embraced her and sighed at finally being able to hold his wife. "She'll be fine," he whispered as she cried once more before sighing as she realized she should tell him.
"I was going to tell her I am going to need more help then just with the dragons," she hinted as he frowned.
"I noticed their size, yeah you will need help to control them," he agreed as she scoffed before pulling away.
"No Robb, not just the dragons," she spoke emphasizing on her words. He frowned as he thought, not understanding her words before she sighed and revealed by taking his hand and laid it over her swell. "The girls are going to be older sisters," she just told him as his eyes went wide.
"Are you serious?" he asked as she glared.
"I'm not just getting fat here, Robb," she growled before yelping as he hoisted her up, kissing her roughly. Happiness filled him as he started to pull up her slip before laying her down and he took his breeches off and laid on her. Moaning at his hard cock on her she moved her hips before he slipped in as she gasped. Whimpering and moaning she moved as he entered her, gasping softly she wrapped her legs around him and groaned with him as they moved. Robb growled softly at feeling her tighten as he hand stayed against her belly as he couldn't believe it. He was to be a father and he kissed her hard before roughly moving as she whimpered, feeling herself shiver. They continued through the night as the dragons shrieked and roared at returning to Riverrun.
XXIII
(Harrenhal)
Arya has said bye to Gendry and Hot Pie as she left the kitchens when a servant told her Lord Tywin wanted her. He had sent her down so she could at least eat something when another told him the prisoners hadn't eaten anything the day before when he claimed them. As she continued to live here in the ruins of Harrenhal, she had been in awe of the dragonfire buildings. While living under the feet like a mouse, she heard the most wonderful whispers of her family; her brother Robb being King and his wife, her goodsister, hatched and has three growing dragons, some even spoke how she resided at Dragonstone for the last few weeks and left with Stannis' men aiding them. It terrified some of the soldiers thinking the Baratheons are allying with Robb Stark.
"My Lord?" she asked, not realizing her formal tone. But he did.
"I am having a meet here, prepare the table," he requested as she nodded and got to work. Tywin did not mind his cupbearer, she was quiet and quick, he noticed, only doing what is told of her. When someone needed a cup filled, she was there, more food of their favorite she had reappeared with a full plate. He noticed his favorite meat was always full, his favorite pieces of the meat mostly. "Have you had deer before?" he asked in curiosity as she paused.
"I don't think so My Lord," she shook her head. "My family mostly ate sheep and cow," she shrugged with a small smile.
"Here, try this," he pushed a small plate of a few pieces to her as she carefully picked up a fork and took a bite, pausing as she tasted it. "Well?" he asked curious.
"It's good," she smiled, nodding as he continued his own, watching her, once she had finished she quickly removed the plate and put it up. Not too soon after the Lannister army started to fill in. As most usually sit in the same spots, Arya already had their drinks set up, many picked their own pieces so she didn't fill it for them, when it got too low she'd quickly refill and make another round just to be sure. She was hesitant to approach the Mountain when he would take quite a bit of time deciding and would ask for a different selection before picking the fresh pieces. She would hover in the background if there was nothing that she could do, listening to them, but at the moment she listened to Tywin argue with his cousin Reginald Lannister. The moment he left she took the wine jug to refill is cup before he placed his hand over it, stopping her instantly.
"Not wine, water," he ordered as she nodded. "It's going to be a long night," he commented as Arya backed away.
"Yes, My Lord," before she turned he called out.
"Girl." She paused. "Where are you from?" he asked.
"Maidenpool, My Lord," she answered.
"Who are the lords of Maidenpool, remind me," he ordered.
"House Mooton, My Lord," Arya spoke as he narrowed his eyes.
"And what is their sigil?" he questioned which made her freeze, not knowing it. "A red salmon, I think a Maidenpool girl would know that," he commented. "You're a Northerner, aren't you?" he asked as she nodded once more. "Good. One more time, where are you from?" he asked wanting the right answer.
"Borrowton, My Lord. House Dustin. Two crossed long axes beneath a black crown," she spoke in a firm voice. He nodded at her.
"And what do they say of Robb Stark and Rhaenyra Targaryen in the North?" he questioned as she thought.
"They call him the Young Wolf and her the Dragon Mother," she claimed.
"And?" he urged as she turned her head a bit.
"They say he rides into battle on the back of a giant direwolf. They say he can turn into a wolf himself when he wants. They say his dragon wife can control her dragons from a distance, that she herself could breath fire when she saw fit," Arya retaled the tales she overheard from others who returned. "They say they can't be killed," she finished as he quirked his eyes.
"And what do you think?" he asked as she smirked.
"No," she denied as he nodded. "Anyone can be killed," she revealed as he looked back at her making her face go passive so it would not anger him. "I'll fetch the water, My Lord," she bowed her head as he nodded.
"Go," he ordered as she left quickly before they continued. Going down the hall she breathed in noting how he did not dispute the dragon rumors, many assumed from the noises and sights some saw. They were real, she breathed in happiness.
XXIII
End of chapter! How was that, I think that was what four? I hope to do more again in the next chapters.
NicoleR85: I'm glad please enjoy!
RHatch89: Please enjoy!
ej101: I have plans for the brothers and their army. I'll throw in a few other scenes but yes he will be present soon. I know I can't wait to put them together again!
LunaDoesArt: I hope everything goes good for you :D yeah I can't wait either. But I couldn't just get rid of both because I do like them, Renly is very friendly while Stannis is the stern ruler.
otherworlder81: Don't worry, I'd hate him forever myself if that ever popped out.
kankananime123: We will see and yes he absolutely loves and adores his wife. And as you heard anyone who tries will end up the dragon's food.
HPuni101: Hope you enjoy!
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