DISCLAIMER: Chapter prologue.

Chapter rating: T

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Rhaenyra grunted in effort of trying to hold on, her grip was starting to get weaker, it was hard to find a good seat on her back where her legs weren't trapped to the dragon. "Gōvilagon!" (Lower) she demanded as Rhaella obeyed, flying lower than the clouds now as she now could see! Despite her many attempts to get the dragon to land she had still refused. Panting, she looked all around to try and pinpoint her location, it was hard as it was darker than before. It had possibly been noon when they were attacked, but now it could well be evening or early morning, she had kept her face against Rhaella's frills as she shrieked and burned on her way. It was bare ground the dragon was marking but the red fire was easy to spot when one would ride by, she was marking the ground for her sisters if they followed. She knew they would, but what stunned her was that they didn't do it right away. The sudden shrieks of Rhaella made her refocus as her dragon raced ahead, it seemed the dragon was taking her back to Winterfell. Or at least in that direction.

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Robb was fighting against the Ironborn who had invaded the square, Rodrik had been beyond pleased and surprised to see his King when he and a horde of soldiers came to defend the large Stark landmark. This is where almost all of the Greyjoy forces seem to be as Theon tensed up beside him.

"What is it?" he asked sharply.

"Yara," he whispered. "It's my sister," he spoke as the three looked to the woman viciously tearing through men.

"Wonderful girl," the master-at-arms spoke with a disdainful look.

"She's father's last surviving legitimate heir," Theon reminded as they also learned that she had sent a smaller portion of her army to the Queen's party. It made Robb worry but Theon reassured him that the dragons would protect them.

"We need to restrain Yara," Robb demanded as his small group of men nodded. But his men were being pushed back by the stubborn Ironborn, some were starting to slip through to head to Winterfell. Robb grumbled as the men fought. They were so close to the boys and Robb could not wait until they defeated the Ironborn.

"Your Grace!" Roose Bolton called out as he approached, a man in irons and by the looks of the prisoner, Grey Wind might possibly have gotten ahold of him because he had multiple bite marks. "Two leagues have been sent after the queen. It would appear that they were given private information from someone, someone who knew if they struck, you two would separate the army," he informed as Robb growled.

"Kill them, protect Winterfell!" he demanded as they brandished their swords. Roose killed his prisoner before fighting alongside his King, defending his back as Greatjon and Rickard Karstark joined in tearing through the men. It seemed many had learned that their King was at Torrhen Square and were wanting to join in the fight against the Greyjoys. Robb was desperate as he wanted to not only get back to his wife and children but go and see if his brothers were well.

"Your brothers are well, Your Grace. They pray and cheer in your name," Rodrik informed his worried leader who sighed in relief hearing of their state. "Rickon does need his mother though, he was positive in you all dying South," he brought a frown to the group.

"What faith the child has," Oberyn appeared, yanking his spear free of a soldier's face.

"Our Father dies, then his brothers, sisters and mother all leave. I do not blame him," Robb sighed as he dispatched another Greyjoy, taking his head.

"You will see your brothers soon, Your Grace," Roose swore as he stabbed one that snuck up on Theon. "You must remain aware at all times," he instructed the younger who nodded and accepted a spear Oberyn offered and threw it with force, successfully piercing a sailor's head as Yara turned and looked. Glaring as her face set itself into a snarl, realizing the King had returned earlier than she planned. Recognizing the King in the North's crown that someone had described she called out as her men formed up. She slid further back so that way her men could tire him out first, she spotted Theon alongside, fighting in between the men she knew as Karstark and Bolton Lords.

'So he really has chosen,' she thought with anger in her veins. The northernmen started advancing when they could but her men fought back. They slew dozens of northern folk. The Square had long been empty by the time her people attacked which made her realize that they had known she was coming to this part, she snarled as she drove her sword through a man before pausing as an odd sound reached her ears. It sounded like… flapping wings. 'That's not possible,' Yara thought in alarm as Robb noticed the look and started to listen as well, before frowning.

"Something's coming," Rodrik started as he heard the noise. Grey Wind's howl caught everyone off guard, a few moments later another howl from him came, fighting could still be heard before it silenced everyone. The deafening shriek of a creature that was angry. Yara could not believe it's size. It was bigger than what the healer said, she would compare the dragon to a longboat rather than a horse!

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Rhaenyra could slowly see more familiar places, to her horror Castle Cerwyn was set afire as she saw Ironborn cheering. Anger burned her stomach as she used her weight and pushed Rhaella down as the dragon shrieked angrily. "Dracarys!" she ordered as the dragon burned the men who screamed as the innocent ran, many screamed to the queen as she had Rhaella burning as many men as she could. A howl though made the dragon stop before resuming her flight as the northmen cheered. "Find Robb," she begged as the dragon roared with rage in her orange-red eyes, pushing her wings faster Rhaella sniffed before hearing the howl once more as she answered. Grey Wind. Robb. She dipped down as Rhaenyra grunted in holding on to the scales. Feeling the heat beneath her fingers and legs she looked over to see Torrhen's Square in flames as Ironborn raided and destroyed everything.

"It's the Queen!" a northerner shouted, pointing his sword in her direction, he spied white hair amidst the black and red scales.

"Do what?" Theon asked alarmed as a scout looked closer.

"It is!" he confirmed as Robb was in shock at watching his wife's dragon circle the square with her on top. The light flurries and small gust of wind did nothing to the dragon's body as she sliced through the wave currents with no problem. Robb realized, these dragons were born for winter storms, they flew in them for the beginning of their lives and could handle the harshness.

"Dracarys!" Rhaenyra called out as Rhaella burned the Ironborn who attempted to get to Winterfell, the blood-red fire terrified many as Yara stared in horror. Rhaella was flying low to the ground as Rhaenyra could not see through the smoke too well, coughing as she attempted to get her dragon to fly a different path. An arrow flew past her cheek alarming her as she pulled up, the dragon felt a few arrows pelt off her scales as she shrieked in anger. Balancing herself back out she sent another wave of fire against Ironborn who fled, Rhaella completely blocked them off by setting fire to the outer fields. Yara was trapped between the Northerners and the dragonfire. Rhaella landed on top of a crumbling wall shrieking as she glared down at the fearful sailors who watched her roar one final time before stopping as she panted, no doubt tired and exhausted from flying and using so much of her energy in breathing fire. Grey Wind snarled as he approached with blood dripping from his face, Robb and the army approached. When Rhaella had destroyed a good portion of the Greyjoy army, his had been able to surround them, now they were out of luck as Yara realized she couldn't escape. If they attempt to kill the queen and her dragon it would cause Robb to kill her and they couldn't get through the army as Rhaenyra would attack them. She could do nothing, but surrender. She threw her weapon down which made all her men do the same, Rhaella shrieked in triumph as Robb looked to her in shock still.

"Take them as prisoners," Robb ordered as his men nodded. He walked around as Rhaella carefully climbed down and allowed her mother to climb off her shoulder and onto a bit of the rubble before Robb hauled her into his arms. "What were you thinking?!" he hissed as he held her, she felt cold to him but also warm from the large dragon who growled and went off to scavenge the dead.

"Not like I had a choice," she shivered. "She wouldn't land, no matter what I ordered or tried," Rhaenyra breathed her husband's scent in as he accepted a cloak a woman offered for the cold queen. Robb looked to see his wife was soot covered by the fire and pink-cheeked from the cold, she smelled like smoke as well.

"Well, you will have to work on that," he joked as she smiled softly before clinging more to him as he kissed her forehead. "You are okay," he was glad. "The babes-"

"Are with their grandmother, aunt and the rest of the northern men who will sacrifice themselves rather than let their prince or princess come to harm, along with their Princess Arya," she grinned as he smirked.

"Your other two?" he asked.

"Might stay or follow, she left marks so that they could," she answered as they came into view of seeing the Ironborn being chained as Rhaenyra looked to the square. Sadness taking over as she stared at the Square that has been here for longer than she's had breath in her body.

"Please do not worry Your Grace," a woman spoke making her turn as she came face-to-face with an elderly woman. "To see you and the King return brings joy to us. And your dragon," she looked to see the large creature purring as she ate alongside Grey Wind.

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(Arya)

"What just happened?!" Arya asked as men were being tended to while the twins wailed. Rhaenys and Alysanne shrieked in anger and agitation as Ser Barristan watched.

"The queen disappeared on her dragon," one soldier spoke as Gendry went to go tell Catelyn as Valaena nearly felt her heart give out when she was given the news. The babes were hungry and a wetnurse was sought out. A young woman who had recently given birth but lost her child due to raiders, her husband is a soldier among the present fighters.

"My Ladies-" she gave a soft scream as Rhaenys growled and lowered her large head to the woman who fearfully stood her ground. The children needed her and these dragons were testing her, she's seen Princess Arya petting them, so she knew they trusted some. Alysanne hissed softly as the wails of the twins grew louder, it seemed they won out and the dragons retracted allowing her to enter the carriage.

"Thank you My Lady," Catelyn thanked the young woman who smiled softly.

"It is no trouble, My Lady," Cara smiled as she took Elaena who continued wailing. "Those dragons I will admit, terrified me but I know these little ones need their mother and I will happily be the replacement until they are reunited," Cara spoke as Catelyn smiled, she saw no ill intention from this girl nor sensed it. She was a riverlands girl, her appearance and accent alone gave her away, but she also saw the adoration in the eyes as she stared at a nursing Elaena. The babe refused a moment, knowing it wasn't her mother but the soothing voices and familiarity of her mother's maids calmed her as milk filled her belly. Slowly she started to calm down as Eddard hiccuped while Arya bounced her nephew. Despite what many said she was good with the babes, Catelyn claimed it was because she used to play with Rickon when he was a young babe, she was about five, but she would sit with the babe when he would lie on his stomach and hold his hands with Rhaenyra and Robb when they were all young. Sansa was always at her lessons with Septa Mordane while Bran would be sitting with Maester Luwin reading. Jon had been playing with the new ward Theon at the time while Catelyn spent time with her other children. "May I have the other Princess?" Cara's voice broke Catelyn as she watched Valaena took the sleepy girl while Arya handed the boy over. Eddard was more hungry than he was worried about his new food source unlike his twin, he suckled hard as Cara shifted.

"Painful?" Catelyn asked worried.

"No, he's just hungry. I haven't really fed a child since my died so my body is still adjusting to being a wet nurse," she admitted as Valaena looked down.

"I am sorry for your loss," Catelyn spoke as Cara nodded.

"Thank you, My Lady. But I am happy to be of help," she rocked the young boy who cooed while eating.

While outside Baela rode alongside as one of the soldiers retrieved the wounded Corlys who still had an arrow in her hind leg. "She alright?" the maid asked worried as she dismounted and looked to the panting mare.

"Skittish, we're checking the wound," he spoke, softly petting her head. "Easy girl, easy now," he soothed. Nymeria checked the mare herself, softly touching the leg as the mare brought it up in reflex, her tail flicking back and forth agitated.

"Calm, calm," Tyene sang softly, running her hand down her long nose as the mare breathed heavily. Slowly her leg was brought down as a Dornish checked her wound, before declaring quite happily.

"She will be fine," he reassured the present people. "The arrow did not go in far enough to do damage, but she must be unridden for a few days," he claimed.

"Well her rider isn't here, so she will do just that," Smalljon spoke as he helped undo the saddle and everything but the leading reins to hook her to Baela's horse. As they tended to the wounded Smalljon sighed before Ser Barristan approached him.

"I don't mean to be a worrisome person but the queen-"

"I completely agree," the future lord spoke as he looked around. "Should we rest? Continue on until we reach Winterfell?" he questioned the younger who thought before nodded.

"Yes, anything to get us back to our King and Queen," he claimed as the man nodded. They looked to the dragons who growled and snarled at each other. "And anything to get them back to her," the Lord added as the females looked to the direction their sister had disappeared in.

"We will need to hurry," the knight decided as they went to go warn the rest. Baela only hoped they'd make it in time before another attack.

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(King's Landing)

Tyrion sat with Shae as she cleaned their small chamber. Tyrion had taken the spare room that was once Sansa's and now watched at Shae would mourn her lady.

"She is not dead," he knew.

"Do you know this?" she asked, not sure.

"Well no-"

"Then you do not know she is," the maid denied his comfort as she continued cleaning.

"You have cleaned this apartment from high to low," he tried to stop her as Varys entered. Sadness at seeing his friend upset with the missing girl.

"Our Lord is right, My Lady," the bald man spoke as she huffed before sitting down roughly. "And not just about tidying up, but about Lady Sansa as well," he smiled at seeing both look to him stunned.

"Just the other day in our council-"

"I have no love of the King nor the Queen for them to get their hands on that poor girl. I would rather her make it home, then I will bring it up," he decided as Tyrion smirked. Something else he admired about the man, he refused to allow innocents to be harmed, whether they be a child or a young woman like Sansa. "She was last seen riding from Crossroads Inn, with the pace her rescuers chose, she will be home within the month," Varys bowed his head leaving as Bronn opened the door.

"Why do you accept information from that man?" the sellsword asked as Tyrion grinned.

"Because he would not allow harm to befall children or the Stark girl," he claimed as Bronn thought for a moment.

"So? You going to tell the others?" he asked as Tyrion thought.

"I will when she reaches Winterfell," he smiled as the two chuckled as Shae sighed in relief.

"Just so ya know, I am not going up against those dragons if we have to face them in battle," Bronn claimed as Tyrion froze.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Your Father learned that Lady Olenna and that King Robb made a deal between his cousin and that granddaughter of her's," he revealed as Tyrion froze, that is a slight against his father that will not stand.

"Does his aunt support him?" Shae asked, remembering what Tyrion spoke about when explaining certain relations. She knew House Arryn was related to House Tully and Stark.

"No, but who in their right mind would refuse someone who has three fire breathing beasts?" Bronn asked as Tyrion thought.

"My family," he claimed as the other two tensed. "They will never allow her to live along with those creatures," he spoke as Bronn sighed.

"Then you better hope her sister don't find out, otherwise you might win against one but lose against the other. No one can win a fight with dragons," the sellsword left to go do whatever he liked doing which was listen in on other conversations about the enemy.

"Tyrion?" Shae asked worried as he looked to her. "What are you going to do?" she questioned as she sat on the bed.

"I don't know. But my father will go to war with the Starks, it's only a matter of time, he refuses to allow anyone to not respect or support our family. And if Joffrey's parentage is true," he paused as Shae froze, never seeing the look on his face before. "Then the people truly will tear us apart," he sat on a chair as Shae came closer to take his hand as she knelt down in front of him. "Our only true hope is that the Ironborn give them more trouble because if the Starks make it home, then we will never win against them. They understand the winter that is coming better than we ever will," Tyrion emphasized as Shae frowned in thought. Soon another meeting was called for the Small Council as Tyrion left to go to it, Shae frowned softly as she thought while looking out over the declining city, the people were getting worse, riots every day, rapes and assaults to anyone walking around. Many had assumed the Capitol was the best place to go but it was the worst place to go right now, she overheard many servants talking about going North, rather being under Joffrey's terror they would serve under a Targaryen. Many remembered Aerys, she never knew anything but had asked a few people in curiosity and even talked to Sansa about it which brought her learning so much about Rhaenyra. Biting her lip she looked further past the city to where the north was that she knew.

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(Rhaenyra)

Rhaenyra could not understand what to do, she needed to get back to her children but did not want to push Rhaella if she was tired. But the dragon was just eating right now, not that it bothered anyone but those who weren't used to it. Now they understood how the Targaryens fed their war dragons, they fed on the dead, animal and man alike. But she decided to approach the large creature who growled and purred as she ate, Grey Wind laid where Robb set himself as the sun rose, he was looking over a map. Rhaenyra told everyone the fate of House Cerwyn when she flew over and noticed it burning, Rhaella had chosen her destination so she would not stop. Robb did not blame either, as Rhaenyra was used to horses and not dragons, and even he had thought that the dragons were still small to be used but obviously not as Rhaella had flown quite a bit of a distance to him.

Rhaenyra approached her dragon who perked up at seeing her, trilling and stretching her head out Rhaenyra stroked the dragon's nose. Softly cooing to her dragon she ran her hands down the beast's neck and shoulders. Now she could feel the rough scales that had protected her, even under her belly as Rhaella lifted her wings, allowing her mother underneath her body before moving from above her to lie down in front of her.

"Are you worried for your sisters?" she asked as the creature purred softer, nudging her hand for petting. "You were brave," she cooed to the large dragon who growled happily. "Sensing your Papa and fighting for him," she whispered pressing a kiss to the dragon's nose as she trilled, eyes closed in content.

"I swear that dragon is as much your child as our own are," Robb spoke as Rhaella perked up.

"Yours too, you were who she sought out when I climbed on her," Rhaenyra commented as Grey Wind pawed her leg, happy to see her here. "I was thinking about-"

"No. Ser Barristan and Smalljon will bring them back and if your dragons stay with them they'll arrive too. Or if I know them they might be arriving soon," he chuckled as she sighed. "The babes will fine, we have wet nurses who will happily aide them and you know Mother would never allow bad people around them," he smirked as she growled softly, feeling Rhaella nudge her back in curiosity at her tone.

"My King, My Queen," Greatjon greeted as Rhaella hissed. "We are all ready to move on to Winterfell," he claimed as Robb nodded. He looked to her as she shrugged.

"I can see if she'll fly again," Rhaenyra was positive Rhaella would rather her mother ride a horse to Winterfell. But the dragon lowered her shoulder as Robb smirked, carefully stepping onto her foot, Rhaenyra hauled herself up and settled herself into the crevice of her neck and shoulders. Rhaella stood before getting a running start as she pushed up, flapping her wings as she flew up and over the army, Rhaenyra held on as she heard the soldiers demand the march to start. And she flew to Winterfell with her dragon keeping pace with army, the two were fast in spotting stray Ironborn who were either fleeing or attempting to attack someone, only to be stopped by the shriek of the dragon and Grey Wind's attack before being apprehended by a soldier.

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(Winterfell)

"Prince Bran," a soldier called out to the crippled boy as the servants Osha and Hodor were on either side of him, Maester Luwin had been tending to Rickon's lessons but the boy refuses, lately he and those two little Frey boys were always causing havoc. Meera and Jojen had taken to hunting with Summer and Shaggydog.

"Yes, what is it?" he asked softly.

"There have been reports of a dragon sighting," he smiled as Bran beamed. Hodor and Osha smiled themselves at seeing the happiness in the young boy.

"Have you told my brother?" Bran asked as he shook his head.

"Someone was going to go do it," he reassured the young lordling.

"Alright, what about the Ironborn that were reported at the Square?"

"Defeated by the King and Queen no doubt," Osha surmised as the man nodded.

"We've seen the Ironborn in chains. Yara Greyjoy, among them," he confirmed as Bran frowned.

"Wait you had said a dragon?" The soldier frowned at the question.

"The Queen's red dragon was the only one spotted. Her other two have not been spotted yet," he announced as Osha frowned in thought.

"I heard a dragon's only got one rider, maybe the other two just let their sister handle it. If the Queen was with her," the wildling claimed as Bran waved the knight off so he could resume his walk or moment outside.

"They've finally returned," Bran smiled to Osha who smiled back, softly petting his head.

"You're mother too," she agreed as they made their way to the Godswood.

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End of the chapter! I hope it was good~

LunaDoesArt: Yep, I've been trying to do this scene FOREVER! Believe me she'll get her end.

NicoleR85: Of course I do love Yara so she is intelligent. I hope you enjoy what comes next~

jumpingmanatee: I didn't want to recreate Dany's scenes. Let her have her own! And Rhaenyra's dragons didn't having spears thrown at them.

kankananime123: Lol, I haven't decided. I had three ways for her to die and Robb is one of them, sadly. But yes I love Yara too much to get rid of her.

Mni (Guest): Glad you're enjoying it~

RHatch89: Great~ Please keep enjoying!

Svenion: She's never ridden a dragon before and Rhaella, her mount, isn't listening to her and taking her back north. But her twins are in an army with wetnurses and their grandmother who can care for them along with their two 'sisters.' And yes I'm sorry that 2 of the dragons have names similar to their mother's.

UnknownReaderHasJoined: I can't wait to write out Bran and Rickon's reactions! And Maester Luwin. I missed him T-T And Yara's reaction will hopefully be good! But I'm not sure, both sisters will be apart of this war and Dany actually seeing her sister will not for a little bit. And you're right, Dany did just focus on everyone wanting her as Queen, I just hate what they did to her in the end . last note don't forget this is a JonxDany story too, both deserve love!

Beiler1991: I've always hated her. Just a foreign whore who knocked Robb off his course and ruined his life. He could have had Roslin for a wife, she was pretty! Believe me I have a few ways of her end and I keep thinking of new ones.

brachelle80: Oh believe me her end is coming up and now I'm thinking Robb might do it . and don't worry all she's going to be feeling is anger until the Ironborn are dealt with.

The Blue Insanity 8500: Yes, I can't wait~

Guest: Hope you enjoy the rest~

10868letsgo: Believe me her end is coming!

Crystal-Wolf-Guardain-967: Here ya go~

~Rusty14~