DISCLAIMER: Chapter one. And I'm sorry I never specificed how old Dany's twins were. By now they are about six months

Chapter rating: M

Ladyespeon164: I'm glad you enjoyed the update! And I do post on AO3 as well.

NicoleR85: I would feel Robb would see the struggle his wife was going through and knows she is not like her father who burned his grandfather and uncle. Please enjoy the next chapter!

Chapter Twenty-Six: XXVI- The Passing of the Great Stallion

(East)

Daenerys sat there rocking her son whose breathing was almost too faint to hear.

"Khaleesi," Cohollo called, gently kneeling to her. Many of their kind put children out of their misery so they would not suffer. "The Khalakka will not live much longer," the bloodrider spoke. He knew a mother grieved the most over a child, his Khaleesi had been singing in a language they did not know and assumed it was her people's language.

"Please, Cohollo. I know he is to die. But I wish to hold him as long as I can as I sit beside my husband. I am destined to fail in returning to my sister it would seem," Daenerys spoke, defeated in her tone as her guards shifted. They disliked her distraught state and could not help her. Cohollo eyed her as her dragons walked around her tent hissing and spitting at anyone who they did not trust inside. They were the sizes of dogs, they seemed to hit a growth spurt when fed live goats as the dragons happily ate together, Drogon would snap and hiss at them before being reprimanded by their mother. Daenerys knew her husband was dying, he could barely respond to her now. When he stopped responding Dothrak warriors started leaving, taking sections of slaves with them as the guards loyal to Drogo stayed around Daenerys, except for Qotho who wanted to kill Daenerys' children and dragons, he wished to claim the rest of the Khalassar and if he could, her dragons but he knew he could not, but he could trade their carcasses for things. Cohollo, though did not falter in defending Drogo's defenseless body. Despite loyalty to the Dothrak, Qotho would go after their Khaleesi because he blames her. If she did not wish to reunite with her sister, their Khal would be healthy and marching their horde, but now he is wounded from another Khal, but in the skirmish they were able to kill the other Khal and his warriors. Only to learn their Khal had gotten hurt as well. Khal had asked if Cohollo would do something for him, if he were to fall and try to finish his promise to his wife. Get her to her twin. Do not take her to the Dosh Khaleen.

"She does not belong there. They will kill her, if not in body than in spirit," he had said. "Promise me, blood of my blood. Ensure she is to go to her twin," Drogo ordered them over a campfire as the bloodrider paused, thinking strong before nodding.

"I promise." Cohollo remembers his promise and swore to honor it to his Khal. So he rallied the remaining warriors loyal to Daenerys and had them ensure no one gets in to hurt her or the children. Ser Jorah paused in seeing the loyalty in these Dothraki, he was confused but would not think twice about the allies on their side. Cohollo made a silent vow to get Daenerys to her twin and ensure her dragons remained alive.

XXVI

(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 were allying with Robb Stark. And whispers of riding dragons were heard as she tried to hear as much as possible.

"My Lord?" she asked, not realizing her formal tone. But he did.

"I am having a meeting 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 do not believe 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 curiously.

"It's good," she smiled, nodding as he continued on 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 his 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. "Very 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. Keeping his gaze, which intrigued him once more.

"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, that she herself could breathe 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 squinted his eyes.

"And what do you think?" he asked as she smirked. "Do you think they are unable to be killed?" Tywin wanted to know what a lowly girl thought about the war.

"No," she denied as Tywin nodded, feeling pleased by her answer. "Anyone can be killed," she revealed as he looked back at her quickly, 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. They were true, dragons had come back.

XXVI

(King's Landing)

Sansa stood alongside Myrcella who looked at some merchants' clothes, she looked through the silks they had. The young princess held Sansa's hand as Shae would occasionally finger through some Myrcella had motioned to and was too far away.

"Oh, I love this gold color!" Myrcella beamed as she held it up. She softly laid it along Shae's arm, she was looking for a gift for her future husband, Prince Trystane. She hoped to have something made for him and her uncle Tyrion's guard suggested a weapon, most men liked it. And if Trystane were to not use it, he would most likely pass it to their son, or even daughter, from her uncle's words.

"Women are just as sharp as men, especially coming from a lion pride such as ours," Tyrion said as Sansa tensed at the words.

"I know of what my uncle speaks. And he's true," Myrcella whispered, causing Shae to freeze too as Sansa looked to her wide-eyed. "I saw Mother with Uncle Jaime," she hinted. "And I do not look like my cousin Shireen or the former King," Myrcella was looking around carefully as she pulled Sansa to another fabric section with Shae asking for gold and Dornish colors to be shown. The workers did as requested, hauling out fabric so the girls could talk for a moment.

"You know?" Sansa asked, stunned.

"Yes. And, as much as I know it is treason, I am happy. I have more happy memories of Jaime being in my life more than my mother's husband. I never felt a connection with him like I do with Jaime," Myrcella said. "I know he fathered all three of us. And I have a half-sister, Baela?" Myrcella asked quietly.

"Yes," Sansa smiled sweetly. "Baela is truly a good person, bastard or not-" she froze, realizing her words. "I am so sorry," Sansa whispered quickly as Myrcella smiled.

"Well I am!" She teased playfully. Sansa smiled with a small laugh as the merchant's wife found orange, yellow/gold, and cream colors. "Oh, this fabric is beautiful!" Myrcella praised.

"You are marrying a Dornish, yes, Princess? This fabric is light and very silky to the touch, and the more it is tended to the softer to the skin it is," the woman explained as Sansa nodded.

"My mother had a nightdress made of this, she claimed it was too cold for the north. She told me she traded the fabric for some rich furs," Sansa commented as the woman nodded.

"Oh, aye, Sweet Lady. This could cover a good portion of fur or a specific bear fur much further north than the Wall," the merchant explained, carefully folding it up.

"How much for these bolts?" Myrcella asked as Shae produced the coin bag. Pulling out a small handful of gold dragons, Shae paid the woman as a guard came forward and retrieved the bolts, returning to the Red Keep with ease. "But I am a bastard, Sansa. So I am not offended," Myrcella reassured her, leaning into her side softly for companionship. "I truly wish I could meet my sister, I do hear she was a good person. But I will miss you more," Myrcella admitted to Sansa who agreed, the girls gave each other a kiss on the cheek as Myrcella also told Shae she'd miss her too. "I am very happy for the lessons you started with me. I hope to find another to help me continue them."

"I hear you Prince Oberyn's younger daughters that still remain will help as will Prince Trystan's sister Princess Arianne," Sansa reassured the girl who smiled before pausing.

"How do you know that?" Myrcella asked, Sansa froze. Shae paused as well, that was the first time she'd heard Sansa talk like that.

"I… overhear things when passing lords on the council," Sansa lied, horribly, to the grinning Princess.

"Very well. I will enjoy continuing my lessons, I thank you, Princess Sansa," Myrcella whispered the word in her ear as Sansa blushed softly. Looping arms together they continued with their shopping as Shae followed, thinking of everything she's learned of Sansa before realizing Sansa was playing the 'game' herself. Tyrion explained the game to her with Varys' help and she now understood. If Sansa was to be here, she would make sure to be at the heart of everything.

XXVI

"You said Renly and Stannis would fight each other!" Cersei roared as she marched into the council as Tyrion offered a message to Varys, who paused when they spotted the queen regent. "Now, they are allies!"

"Obviously the Northern Queen is a better negotiator than I thought," Tyrion spoke openly as she threw the paper at him, he caught it by the tips of his fingers.

"Stop calling her that! She is no queen, she will never be one!" she yelled as Maester Pycelle sighed.

"I'm just going on what this message said. It says here that Stannis is to wed his daughter to the youngest Stark boy. On the Targaryen queen's choice," Tyrion spoke as he showed another message from a Lannister sworn house that was quickly wiped out when the Baratheon settled themselves through The Reach.

"So, you are sending my daughter off on a failure to create an alliance that's already ironed with the North?" she hissed hatefully as the council tensed, Cersei has already lost her temper a few times, but this time included her own child.

"We are not sure that it's ironed with the North, they have nothing between them but words, the Baratheon though have a marriage alliance, which is stronger. It's something we are able to offer Doran Martell that they cannot as Oberyn has only bastards, unless they are to marry one to Bran as a wife, they're alliance can be broken. They do not have Arya, and we have Sansa, who is still engaged to your son," Tyrion spoke fluidly as Varys looked to him before his eyes flew back to Cersei.

"Are you sure?" she asked with a snarl. "Because Jaime still rots in their cells! The bones you sent to the Stark bitch obviously didn't work, because she has not released Jaime yet," Cersei spat as Tyrion sighed.

"I assume it takes a bit to go to Storm's End then go back to Riverrun, it does not happen within a fortnight. You are lucky if it can be done at all," Tyrion spoke simply as his sister glared.

"It would be easier to send a killer to kill her," Cersei snarled.

"You do realize that she is in the center of an army of hotheaded Dornish and overprotective stubborn Northerners. No one can penetrate that, and our cousin even confirmed the dragons were alive and growing quite large. Do you not realize that we need to focus on that?" he asked, tone growing. "We need to figure out a way to bring them down." Tyrion turned to the men who started to nod.

"What about the Baratheons planning to march on us?!" Cersei roared as the council jumped.

"They won't get the chance to even get in," Tyrion reassured her calmly as she seethed.

"How?" she asked, wanting to know.

"I have a plan," he spoke simply as she glared.

"Tell me, I am your queen, you will tell me," she demanded, stalking him as he watched, bored.

"No, I won't. And you are only Queen Regent. Joffrey is King," he simplified as her eyes narrowed dangerously.

"You will tell me," she hissed as he shook his head.

"It's only for the King to know," he settled her with a look before getting out of his chair and walked away from her as the council watched, stunned with Cersei screaming in the background.

"What the hell has your sister twisted up?" Bronn asked as he and a clansman walked behind Tyrion who shrugged.

"Who knows," he frowned. "Stannis and Renly have joined forces," he spoke as Bronn laughed.

"Ah! The one thing you all hoped they wouldn't do. And then they did," he smirked as he shook his head while Tyrion glared, obviously not finding this funny.

"I am glad to amuse you, Bronn," he grumbled as the man smirked.

"Well you all seem to think she and King Robb are going to mess up. So far, they're doing better and now the Baratheon brothers are banned together and in an alliance with the Stark army. They're doing better than you lot," Bronn explained as Tyrion fronwed.

"Hopefully with what I have planned they'll lose that alliance," he hoped as Bronn scoffed.

"You can try," he spoke as they were unaware of Sansa listening to them before gasping when Sandor Clegane came from behind her, grabbing her shoulder.

"You should not be caught, Little Bird, next one won't be so lucky," he warned her before walking away. She never understood why he was always so nice to her, it was not nice, nice, but he still didn't abuse her like the King or other Kingsguard did. Carefully, Sansa made her way back to her chambers before pausing when a new letter was there, quickly she went to read after locking her door and read the familiar handwriting. Her throat closed up as she thought before exhaling and hid the message and started to walk out before a clink caught her attention. Looking down she paused at seeing a piece of stone on the floor, kneeling down she carefully ran her thumb over it before being confused.

"Sansa?" Came from Shae, entering with Lady at her side, as her lady turned, clutching something tightly in her hand. "Is something wrong?" she asked worriedly. At first maybe she assumed she received another letter but spotted her bleeding hand. Lady licked at the blood, softly sniffing her. "You are hurt," she frowned, instantly grabbing her hand to see before stopping at the piece of stone in her hand. "What is this?" she mused, curious as Sansa, tucked the letter differently.

"Something in my room," Sansa shrugged softly, as Shae examined it. It was scaled, a small shard of something. "It's okay," she gently retrieved before laying it in her little box with small trinkets she carried. "I am going to go get my hand checked out," she spoke as she wrapped cloth around it before leaving as Shae watched, confused. Looking back to the small jeweled box, she softly plucked the piece of stone from the box, she frowned as she examined it a bit closer. It felt like cold scales and was sharp as she saw Sansa's blood on the shard, the red stone blended with the liquid. A small growl from Lady made Shae jump and turn as the direwolf faced her, she eyed the handmaiden who carefully put it back.

'What was that?' Shae questioned as she quickly put it back and started to tidy up the room when her lady came back. Shae paused at seeing a letter in foreign letters, she knew Sansa's received unmarked letters and Shae never read them, but now she understood why these letters were all in High Valyrian. Meaning someone Sansa knew was sending them and whoever received them made sure they got to the girl. Instead of following her gut to give these to Tyrion, she slowly closed the box back.

"What a good servant you are to your lady," a smooth voice made her jump and whip around. Varys was standing there, he must've been there for a bit because he was in a relaxed posture, watching her.

"What do you mean?" Shae asked sharply. Lady approached and sniffed the air before sneezing. But her tail wagged gently.

"Oh easy girl, I mean no harm to you or Sansa, poor girl has already dealt with so many tragic things," he frowned before walking out as she called out.

"Sansa has been getting messages from someone, it's never signed and only in High Valyrian," Shae explained as Varys paused.

"Someone must have high friends to get those types of messages," he surmised as she frowned, not understanding. But Lady seemed at ease which made her nervous.

XXVI

(Riverrun)

Rhaenyra woke blissfully to her bed in Riverrun and her husband's arms ironed around her making her smirk, gently she turned in his arms as he grunted and pulled her closer. Biting her lip, she trailed a leg over his calf as he snuggled more against her causing a moan to slip out when his hard cock pressed against her womanhood as she softly kissed him as he sighed softly making her giggle.

"That is a sound I have severely missed," he whispered, eyes still closed making her smile and press another kiss to him.

"Which one? My moans or giggles?" she asked playfully.

"Either," he spoke as he threaded his fingers through her hair bringing her in for another kiss as she moaned before straddling him as he growled. Slipping in, she started to move and gasped in pleasure when a delightful sting came from her sore body. They had fallen asleep just before daybreak, Robb had left marks all over, not on her belly, which he always kissed lovingly, drove her crazy with the change of intensity.

"Gods," she hissed as he helped her move, his hands moving from her hips to her small swell as she moaned, head falling to the side as he stared at her. Her violet eyes kept contact as her hands slowly clung to his while her body started to drop faster, his grunts became louder as her walls clenched around him, an evil smile playing from her lips as she dropped and stayed there before moving her hips as he gasped softly. "Avy jorrāelan, Robb," I love you. She whispered, laying down almost over him as he grinned and kissed her hard, gripping her ass instead to help her move as she whimpered.

"Avy jorrāelan, Rhae. Ñuha gevie zaldrīzes," I love you. My beautiful dragon. He pressed a kiss to her cheek before she kissed him harshly before stilling as she felt herself come undone when two more well placed thrusts had her moaning softly. Breathing heavily, Robb allowed her to fall to the side which made it more comfortable, he pulled the furs over them as she snuggled against his chest. Her brain finally started to settle as she calmed her breathing, happily inhaling her husband's natural smell. They laid together, basking in the morning of Riverrun as Rhaenyra fell back asleep, tangling her legs with Robb's to keep him with her as long as possible.

XXVI

"You look better," Rhaenyra said as she came in with some guards until her party returned. Two days later, she wishes to fly out to meet with them but Robb wanted to keep her as close as possible with her pregnancy. Despite having flown from Dragonstone to Riverrun. Grey Wind has refused to leave her side long and would join in visiting Baela.

"Awake and talking. That's definitely an improvement," the girl giggled to Rhaenyra's confusion.

"Milk of the Poppy, Your Grace," the maester said.

"Oh, Gods. Baela hates Milk of the Poppy. She fell down stairs once back in Winterfell and was on Milk of the Poppy for weeks. Baela disliked it very much," Rhaenyra cautioned the maester who nodded.

"I have heard a similar story from Theon and His Grace," the maester commented to the queen's amusement.

"Your mother will be arriving soon, you should get up and out of bed before she sees and becomes the Mother Hen we all know her to be," Rhaenyra said. Baela became a bit cautious about that before giggling.

"I will try," she swore as Rhaenyra nodded.

"I am happy you are alive and healing," Rhaenyra told her cousin.

"And I am happy to hear about your dragon flights. You will need to show me," Baela ordered her cousin who nodded.

"I promise," Rhaenyra swore. Kissing her cousin's head in affection. "Make sure she heals properly, I know she will try and get up before she is fully healed," Rhaenyra said as her maester smiled, nodding.

"I know this well, Your Grace. I have healed your cousin many times, and she is always up before I deem her well to leave. Rest assured, My Queen. Your cousin is in safe hands," the maester swore, bidding her fare well with a small bow.

"Thank you, Maester Lyon." Rhaenyra walked out as she greeted the men still under the maesters' care. They all seemed in good spirits and were quite pleased to see the growth of the dragons. And with that, Rhaenyra made her way outside.

She noticed smoking spots as men examined places and gouges. She also saw her dragons sleeping and content alongside the banks.

"Your Grace!" Men greeted as she turned with a smile.

"Good morning, everyone." The young queen made her way down to them as Greatjon offered his hand.

"We were just assessing the damage. Not much, though we do have more banks for the river," Edmure chuckled as Rhaenyra winced. "I am so sorry," she apologized as he waved it off.

"Worry not, Your Grace. It is fine," he smiled before being called by another.

"They did this?" Rhaenyra asked, slightly horrified at the gouges she saw at a distance.

"They ensured no one escaped," Greatjon praised. "Worry not, Your Grace. This is the penalty of wielding dangerous creatures. I am just happy they are on our side," Greatjon claimed as his son agreed. The men escorted her around the banks as Grey Wind joined. Happy to be back with his master's mate.

XXVI

(East)

Daenerys sang softly as Irri prayed with the other girls. See Jorah knew the song his Khaleesi was singing a death song. She had learned it was a mourning song from the song books her sister sent in their mother tongue.

"Khaleesi?" Ser Jorah called as she laid Rhaego down. Crying softly, she kissed his forehead, as her guards bowed their heads. Rhaego laid still in his basket as Daenerys cried while being embraced by her ladies who mourned with her. Rhelli whined and started crying before Ser Jorah picked her up, rocking her gently to soothe her. "We will prepare burial wrappings for both, Khaleesi," the knight said sadly. He gave Irri the baby before leaving to tell Cohollo the news as many waited to hear the news of her child. There were less than two-hundred left, Ser Jorah knew this would cause a struggle among the survivors. The slaves that were left were older ones or ones who were too young to do much.

"The child?" The bloodrider to Drogo asked.

"Dead," Ser Jorah spoke softly. The man closed his eyes in sorrow for his Khaleesi.

"Tradition says she is to be given to the Dosh Khaleen," the man started as Ser Jorah frowned, knowing Daenerys' dragons might be killed there or on the way. "But it is my Khal's final wish for me to ensure she goes to her sister," the man explained, carefully in the Common Tongue. "I will keep my promise to him," he spoke as Ser Jorah nodded.

"Our Khaleesi will treasure that and try her best to keep everyone safe," Ser Jorah commented as the man hummed. The knight knew it would be hard as those who had left took most of their supplies and it would be hard to survive as they were nearing the Red Waste. "We need to wrap her son and husband," Ser Jorah explained as the man frowned.

"We do not burn children who do not ride," the Dothrak told him.

"But her people do," Ser Jorah countered. "It is a way to show respect and devotion to their ancestors," the knight knew Daenerys would be distraught at not being able to burn her son's body as her Targaryen ancestors did years before her, even after the dragons died out.

"Then we will build two pyres. One for the Khal, and one for his son," Cohollo told him as the knight nodded and went back inside. He came across Daenerys who sat her still husband. Ser Jorah did not understand but the Khal must have stopped breathing in the middle of the night. Daenerys laid their son beside his father and sat there as Irri tended to the infant girl who cooed softly.

'An infant girl as heir to the Targaryen dynasty,' Ser Jorah realized as he spied the baby to see hints of her mother still in her black and white hair and her Targaryen purple eyes.

XXVI

End of the chapter. Tell me what you all thought R&R!

And as Dany has not used the maegi some Dothraki still trust her and Cohollo is only doing this to his loyalty to his Khal.

But Myrcella knows as in the TV series she said she knew as well. Please review!

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