DISCLAIMER: Chapter one. And sorry never specified in Rhaenyra's pregnancy. She's about 5 to 5.5 months pregnant at the start of this.

And also most other characters will be from Last Kingdom or Vikings (was watching these while writing this story. Love them both!)

Chapter rating: T

JUANMARTIN202000: I'm glad you're enjoying it. I make sure to read everyone's comments, and yours was a great idea! It would make sense too.

NicoleR85: Rhaenyra is trying, but she is struggling to not just use her dragons to destroy the Ironborn. It would not bode well if she just used them to stop all attacks that would do damage to her home.

Bvg(Guest): Glad you liked it, please enjoy the next chapter!

harlequin320: Hope you enjoy the next one. And good arguments but like Robb knew who Uthred was in the last chapter, Bran knows he is Uthred's son, one of the leaders. But also Bran had gotten a letter from Stiorra's father, Uthred, told him he was sending his daughter her husband and men to help protect Winterfell. And in this I have Ned's kids knowing who Uthred's family members are as they're leaders of their clans. (And thank you for catching that because when I was typing my last chapter up, I missed an entire paragraph for Bran's section, I had to go back and reread it when I read your review!)

Chapter Thirty-Four: XXXIV- The Queen Takes It All

(Winterfell)

Shireen worryingly walked through the castle, looking back and forth for Bran. She had to ask him a question and became worried and nearly screamed when a man appeared.

"Please, Princess Shireen. My name is Sigtryggr. Your current lord, Prince Bran, allowed us in by a secret spot on the wall. We've already covered it and are having our men search through the city to ensure no other weaknesses were found," Sigtryggr spoke quickly as Wolland showed the Skagos symbol that Shireen recognized quickly and sighed in relief.

"Oh, forgive me! Welcome to Winterfell. Wait," Shireen stopped suddenly. "Did you say Bran let you in? Where is he?" Shireen asked as the two stuttered.

"He has gone north. Following the Three-Eyed Raven, his wolf leading the way," Wolland spoke while Shireen stared at them with a horrified look before nodding as she looked away.

"Follow me," she urged as she led them to the Maester and now the new Prince Regent, which meant she was to also be more the lady of Winterfell in place of Rhaenyra. Oh, Gods. Shireen bemoaned in her mind as she came to Osha. "Bran has left Winterfell, Rickon is now Prince Regent of Winterfell," Shireen said as Osha froze before nodding.

"Maester Luwin is in the library," the former wild woman said as she led them through quickly as Sigtryggr saw his men quickly move through and join up with members to be of help and ensure they were spotted by the Ironborn still camped outside the walls.

"Maester Luwin!" Shireen called out as she entered, smiling as she saw Rickon who was with the maester.

"Princess? What-" the maester stopped at seeing the northmen from Skagos.

"Maester Luwin? Ser Raynor had sent word to my father Uthred of Skagos," Stiorra, Sigtryggr's wife who had come in after her husband, spoke as Sigtryggr offered the parchment to the maester.

"Ah, yes. Lord Stark, King Robb's father, knew your father and many of the fighters there quite well," Maester Luwin said while assessing the handwriting.

"We already have men combing through your weak spots, there are a few. But we will clog them up," Wolland grinned while Maester Luwin nodded.

"Now, where is Prince Bran?" Maester Luwin demanded as he watched them. The pair froze before looking at one another with a cautious look before Sigtryggr started to explain, a little different to not put full blame on them. Maester Luwin felt his heart almost give out when he was told of where they were going.

'Surely, the Night's Watch will stop them. Or our queen if she possibly spies them,' Maester Luwin prayed as he nodded and dismissed the men.

XXXIV

(Deepwood Motte)

Yara sighed wearily as her men approached with a solemn look.

"Captain," the man spoke softly. Yara closed her eyes as she watched her ships smoke. Rhaenyra had sent her dragons this morning to once again wreck havock on her ships and any supplies she had a chance of getting.

"She's starving her own people," Yara scoffed.

"Our people would rather starve and die than conceed to invaders," a man spoke, a dark tone in his voice. "Our queen is doing what she knows is right," he hissed as the guard grabbed him, hauling him down to the dungeons. Yara was amazed by the steadfast loyalty these northerners had for Rhaenyra. No matter what she did or how she executed her plan, they cared for her and prayed she won, even at the loss of Deepwood Motte, so long as it meant Yara's defeat. But Yara knew she could not last long here, trapped within these walls, she no longer received word from her father, ships, or other men who were sent to Winterfell in hopes the Queen would go back to her capitol to protect it but she remained here. It was only when one of her men confirmed she had troops at Winterfell too, aiding in defending her home.

"Summon the Lady Glover to the solar," Yara ordered as her man nodded and went to retrieve the woman who still held her powerful stance. Despite the limited food, she held strong and smirked as Yara sat, tired and wishing she could just go back to raiding islands away from the northern lands.

"You look quite tired, Lady Grejoy," Sybelle Glover said with a smirk on her face.

"As do you, though it seems as though you are perfectly content even when I hear your milk has dried up," Yara commented while Sybelle frowned, she understood this situation. "Send a letter to your queen to cease any fighting-"

"I will do no such thing, I would rather burn by my queen's dragonfire than ask her to submit or to cease fighting your people," Sybelle denied, glaring. She refused to submit to this Ironborn bitch.

"Your children are starving and what is she doing? Staying in her camp perfectly safe and fed," Yara sneered before the other grinned.

"And yet, you and your men are starving, your men are burning, your ships are being destroyed when they venture too close to shore, and no ravens can make it to or from Deepwood Motte," Sybelle claimed as she eyed the woman who frowned. "You are alone in the North with our Queen and her men surrounding you. Your uncle is dead, your other uncle, I hear, is exiled, and your father cannot give you aid. You are better off sending a letter to concede to her. If there is nothing else, excuse me, My Lady. I can still nurse my daughter which I need to," Sybelle said, excluding the fact that her maid also was her wetnurse since all this started. Yara truly hated how stubborn these people were, Rhaenyra was held in high regard to these people despite being the Mad King's daughter.

"Commander," Yara called to her man who approached. "Ready your men, if we fall. Pray it is either quick or they prefer prisoners." Yara knew if she chanced upon it, she could face the dragons. Praying it would be fast death if she faced them.

"Yes, Captain," the man nodded and steadied himself to give the word and order to prepare for a fight. And quite possibly die.

XXXIV

Rhaenyra stood there in her furs as the winter winds picked up, staring out at Deepwood Motte as her men approached her.

"Your Grace, you have not eaten yet, this morn," a man spoke softly.

"Our people starve in Deepwood Motte and yet we eat freely here," Rheanyra commented as she looked down, rubbing her swollen stomach underneath her cloak. Riding was truly showing to be a bit more of a challenge now, though she did her best to hide it as long as she did. Ser Barristan, Lady Dacey, and Valaena are all almost on top of her trying to spy the discomfort. Ser Barristan Selmy could see small shifts well on her face as he studied Queen Rhaella and Princess Elia's body's and faces when it came to their pregnancies.

"We cannot change that, Your Grace. But what we can do is ensure you remain strong and at your best to ensure you carry your children and win Deepwood Motte. It will be you that wins, this will show the dragons are not a danger any longer but an asset," one man spoke as she breathed softly.

"You are good, ser," she smiled as the two beamed at relieving their queen who brightened a bit. "Alright, you win. I will come eat," she conceded as the men bowed while a smirking Smalljon stood alongside them, obviously they were his men or close friends.

"Our stubborn queen," he teased.

"Haha," Rhaenyra laughed in jest.

"Come, Lord Karstark has a plan he wishes you to approve of," the heir of Last Harth urged.

"Very well," Rhaenyra agreed, watching her dragons flying and hunting a bit away. "There have been no missives to or from Deepwood Motte?" Rhaenyra asked as her friend shook his head.

"No, Your Grace. We believe they have either given up or the ravens from Deepwood Motte are dead," Smalljon claimed while passing some men as they held the curtain for the queen. The men all quickly stood and bowed as the women curtsied to the queen.

"Before we begin, I actually have something serious to discuss. Something that I did not know how to properly bring up until now. My sister, Daenerys Targaryen lives with dragons of her own in Essos. Her daughter Rhelli lives as her heir. She is now styled as Queen Daenerys of House Targyaren, First of her Name and Ruler of the Southern Kingdoms. But as a result a claimant in the name of Aegon the VI has come up," Rhaenyra spoke as the men murmured softly.

"Your Grace, if this is true. He will be put above all others," Ser Barristan admitted, looking at her. "But there are also remnants of Blackfyre bastards, though any claimants with the name were slain, I made sure of that," Ser Barristan said as Rhaenyra nodded.

"Aye, that may be true. But we need to address the fact that someone is challenging my sister, who is a trueborn daughter of Aerys Targaryen, my twin and another mother of dragons. Why support someone who was reported to be killed as an infant?" Rhaenyra questioned as many nodded, understanding her words, supporting Dany and ensuring that this Aegon is called out for a Valyrian bastard.

"Rest assured, Your Grace. Your brother's line ended when the Mountain smashed his son's head and killed your niece, Rhaenys," Rickard spoke while Rhaenyra nodded as she also looked to her lord.

"You have a plan to discuss, Lord Karstark?" she asked as he nodded.

"Aye, Your Grace. I know you wish to rejoin the King as quickly as possible and please if you and your dragons can beat us there after this, by all means," he urged as she and others all chuckled while most agreed. "But you might have to use your dragons to drive them out, I know the men and women in Deepwood Motte loyal to you would accept a merciful death rather than be slaughtered by the Ironborn," Lord Karstark spoke as she swallowed, understanding his words.

"I would go for the walls most protected by Ironborn, yes? It would be a strategic move against her forces," Rhaenyra surmised as he nodded.

"Aye, Your Grace. But it would also be prudent for you to try and destroy as many ships as possible, if you can, damage them all," he offered as she agreed. Lord Karstark who had more experience in fighting, so she would listen to his advice and learn where she could learn to make the decisions herself.

"We should begin preparations tomorrow, Your Grace," Smalljon suggested as she agreed.

After some time Rhaenyra took a break from the meeting as she walked around the army. Rhaenyra shook her head as she thought of all possibilities to win without burning Deepwood Motte, but she cannot think of one.

Giving a sigh, Rhaenyra made her way to her dragons who were playing with some bones that were left. She paused when Rhaella came closer with gentle noises as she chattered, the large she-dragon nudged her mother's growing belly in curiosity. They held the same inequistic look that Grey Wind held when he'd nudge her belly.

"Hey," Baela greeted her cousin who wrapped an arm around her too.

"How are you?" Rhaenyra asked as Baela frowned.

"I dreamed of an island burning," Baela commented as her cousin frowned too.

"An island?" Rhaenyra asked as Baela nodded. "Do you know where?" The Queen asked.

"No, it looked somewhere north, I saw snow covered mountains and it was during a blizzard. But it was weird. I felt like I was flying through it," Baela said while Rhaenyra looked at her cousin with a curious look.

"Flying through it like on dragonback?" Rhaenyra asked.

"No. Like I was flying through it myself, like I was a dragon or bird. It was so strange," Baela surmised while they approached the dragons, Rhaella huffed at Baela, not liking others petting her now that she was bonded with Rhaenyra. But the young queen noticed how Alysanne came to Baela, nudging her softly in affection. Used to their attention, Baela petted the dragon without thinking unlike the queen who watched, wide-eyed. But their thoughts went off to the fight about to take place as Rhaenyra discussed the plan on focusing on the ships. Baela warned her to not fly out so far, worried if the dragons were attacked or tired after flying so much.

"I will be careful, but I can only do so much until this becomes too big," Rhaenyra commented, rubbing her hands over her growing belly.

"You could be pregnant with twins, Your Grace," Roslyn commented. "From my sisters and stepmothers' pregnancies, it looks about the right size," the Frey girl claimed as her queen paled.

"Twins," she gave a slight nervous laugh. "That would explain the dreams I sometimes have," she grinned as everyone smiled or laughed, reassuring her she would be fine. Rhaenyra spent most of the day going over her plan of flying and how she was going to be aiming for.

XXXIV

(Astapor)

Daenerys marched to Astapor as Cohollo growled when a guard backed up in fear, her dragons now the sizes of young ponies. On the outside of Astapor some goat herders were killed before Daenerys could stop them and their goats were given over to the dragons, dozens of goats that her dragons gorged on. It seemed the more they gorged in single sittings tended to help their growths, Daenerys was always studying Rhaenyra's maester's journals about the dragon's growing stages. Her dragons' were reaching the year mark themselves and by Rhaenyra's words, her own dragons were a little bigger than ponies but Daenerys knew the times of faminine limited her dragons growth. Cohollo and the other dothraki ensured they found whatever animals they could to offer the dragons to keep their growthing stages up. Drogon was very attached to his mother's side and would do anything she said. He was by far the larger of the trio males and would usually wrap himself around Rhelli's cradle when Daenerys entertained people.

"Queen Daenerys?" a woman's voice asked out. Daenerys turned to see a red-headed woman in red clothing.

"Yes?" Daenerys asked sharply while Drogon growled and hissed before pausing. As he sniffed the air nearby.

"My name is Melissadre, a priestess of the Red Gods-"

"You serve Stannis Baratheon," Ser Jorah spoke while she frowned.

"Not any longer. He passed not long after the battle at Blackwater Bay," Melissandre claimed while Daenerys frowned. "I was sent here by my gods to talk with you," she smiled as Daenerys eyed her in distrust while Cohollo hissed in Dothraki about the danger her people instill. "I see you sitting the Iron Throne, ruling along with your sister. Dragons flourishing and being ridden, once more bringing back the dragons of Old Valyria," Melissandre claimed while Daenerys looked to her curious about her prophecy. "But, yes. You will need Astapor," Melissandre confirmed.

"Which we will help of course, Your Grace," Raynor's voice made Daenerys smile when she saw her sister's childhood protector.

"Ser Raynor! I am so pleased to see you," Daenerys greeted, giving the knight a small hug.

"Your Grace. I am happy to see you and your own growing well," he said motioning to her daughter and dragons. Drogon approached the knight before stopping as his eyes sharpened before hissing with a high tone, his brothers joined as Raynor stayed still.

"What?" Daenerys questioned.

"Your sister's dragons, your own possibly smell them on me," he commented as Drogon walked all around the man, shoving his brothers around as Rhaegal sniffed him higher. Daenerys worried they'd attack him.

"How big are they now?" Daenerys asked, wanting the truth.

"Bigger than longships, bigger by now. I have not seen them in a month, they grow quickly if not contained," he told her as she agreed.

"I have not locked my dragons up since she told me," Daenerys said.

"That will be good. They are already growing quickly," he smiled as she echoed it.

"But now we must secure your army, yes?" Melissandre offered as Daenerys nodded.

"I am looking for Unsullied. I am told they are the best fighters," Daenerys commented as Raynor frowned.

"Slave soldiers, aye, Your Grace," he spoke as the younger one nodded.

"I know. Once they are under my order, I will give them the choice, fight for me willingly or go free," Daenerys spoke as Raynor nodded before following her with Ser Jorah, Cohollo, and the Red Priestess. They walked to the slave masters who sat there, appraising Daenerys from head to toe

"All? Did this one's ears mishear, Your Grace?" Missandei questioned as she eyed all the extra people with the dragon queen.

"They did not. I want to buy them all." Daenerys claimed, face still and no emotion as Raynor grinned softly seeing the seriousness in her features that her twin held.

"There are 8,000 Unsullied in Astapor. Is this what you mean by all?" Missandei asked.

"Yes. And the ones still in training as well." Daenerys demanded as the masters frowned. Whispering harshly to one another in lower Valyrian as the others snapped about sending untrained boys to fight.

"Master Greizhen says they cannot sell half-trained boys. If they fail on the battlefield, they will bring shame upon all of Astapor." Missandei quickly translated, one of the masters shot her a nod before battling the others who thought it foolish too.

"I will have them all or take none. Many will fall in battle. I'll need the boys to pick up the swords they drop." Daenerys explained as Raynor nodded.

"It is not uncommon for squires to pick up fallen swords or pikes to defend their commanders or homelands, child. It should be common in both lands," Raynor told Missandei who frowned softly but nodded and told her master the northerner's words. The bald man frowned and eyed the northerner, looking him up and down before waving his companions off and telling Missandei while keeping eye contact with the Targaryen woman.

"Master Kraznys says you cannot afford this. Your ship will buy you 100 Unsullied. Because Master Kraznys is generous. The gold you have left is worth 10. But the good Master Kraznys will give you 20. The Dothraki you have with you…" Missandei trailed off as she listened to the insults while finding a way to relay the information to the Targaryen queen. "The Dothraki you have are not worth what they cost to feed, but Master Kraznys will give you three Unsullied for all of them. Master Kraznys asks how you propose to pay for the remaining 7,877 Unsullied." Missandei asked as Raynor spoke up.

"My queen has also offered to be of aide if her sister needed," Raynor claimed quickly as Daenerys turned offering a small smile.

"I appreciate the offer, but I have dragons. I'll give you one," her words made Raynor look quickly to her, to Ser Jorah before to the masters who quickly started talking amongst themselves.

"If I may offer advice, Queen Daenerys. Dragons are a bit more useful than slaves," Raynor said quietly so as to not upset the young queen. She eyed him sharply but with a grateful appreciation of his advice. He bowed before backing down while Ser Jorah tried once.

"Khaleesi, please." He stopped at her look while frowned. Backing away as she returned her gaze to the masters gathered.

"Three dragons," Master Kraznys demanded. Foolishly thinking he could get all three.

"One," Daenerys claimed, unmoving.

"Two," he tried once more.

"One," the Targaryen woman claimed, face still, eyes set on the master who quickly talked with the others as they agreed to her one dragon.

"They want the biggest one," Missandei translated as she faced the woman.

"Done," Daenerys agreed as the two knights looked down.

"Done," Master Kraznys mirrored, eager for her dragon. Daenerys paused as she looked back at Missandei.

"I'll take you as well, now. You'll be Master Kraznys' gift to me. A token of a bargain well struck." The slave girl looked surprised before looking back to her master, translating as he paused before nodding and waved her away. With a surprised look Missandei backed away from her former master, bowing and quickly joined up with Daenerys who smiled softer to the young woman. Daenerys quickly turned to the knights. "You're both here to advise me. I value your advice, but if you ever question me in front of strangers again, I will send you back to Rhaenyra displeased and you'll be advising someone else, Ser Jorah. Is that understood?" Daenerys asked them sharply as the men nodded before turning around and marched off with the others behind her. "Do you have a name?" Daenerys asked as the woman walked alongside her.

"This one's name is Missandei, Your Grace," Missandei introduced herself while walking with her new queen.

"Do you have a family? A mother and a father you'd return to if you had the choice?" Daenerys wanted to know if her new servant would like to return home or stay with her.

"No, Your Grace. No family living," Missandei told her.

"You belong to me now. It is your duty to tell me the truth," Daenerys said, she's always hated liars and would remove any who would lie to her.

"Yes, Your Grace. Lying is a great offense. Many of those on the Walk of Punishment were taken there for less," Missandei told her while they walked past it. Daenerys refused to look at it.

"I offered water to one of the slaves dying on the Walk of Punishment. Do you know what he said to me? 'Let me die,'" Daenerys claimed while she looked at her new companion.

"There are no masters in the grave, Your Grace," Missandei spoke, knowing the true reason behind the willing to die.

"Is it true what Master Kraznys told me about the Unsullied? About their obedience?" Daenerys feared the way they were brought up but hoped they were truly loyal.

"All questions have been taken from them. They obey, that is all. Once they are yours, they are yours. They will fall on their swords if you command it," Missandei said, knowing the true loyalty the men she watched be trained held.

"And what about you? You know that I'm taking you to war. You may go hungry. You may fall sick. You may be killed," Daenerys warned as the former slave nodded.

"Valar morghulis," she spoke. All men must die.

"Yes, all men must die. But we are not men. So Preistess Melissandre, will you be staying?" Daenerys asked as Melissandre trailed off as she stared at Drogon who landed nearby.

"I am afraid I must depart, Your Grace. Your sister who is to be heavily pregnant soon will need help," the Red Woman spoke while the Targaryen queen nodded.

"Are you going as well, ser?" Daenerys asked.

"No, I swore to help guide you to your sister and she knows this is what my loyalty will provide for both," he spoke as she nodded with a small smile.

"I wish you a safe voyage home, pray my sister survives her birth as I did and will not struggle," Daenerys prayed as Missandei agreed, head bowed as she gave a small Valyrian prayer.

"Thank you, Your Grace. Beware the harpies. They will be your biggest conquest. Worry not for the cloth dragon until much later with your sister at your side," the red priestess urged to the younger woman's acknowledgement. They all watched as she boarded a boat that was held there for her to return to Westeros. Daenerys quickly walked off to go retrieve her dragon and get everything ready, her plan fully forming.

XXXIV

(Deepwood Motte)

Rhaenyra was dressed in her riding leathers while Valaena demanded her to not go. Stating her prengnacy state would prohibit her from flying efficiently.

"I will be fine, Val. I promise, if I feel something is wrong I will return to camp," Rhaenyra spoke as she smiled suddenly. "You should spend time with your daughter and Jaime, I feel it might do some good," Rhaenyra suggested as Valaena blushed with wide eyes.

"Queen or not, I will remind you, young lady, that anything that-"

"I think it would do everyone some good, My Lady. Baela in particular," Rhaenyra interrupted, telling her what she meant while Valaena sighed.

"I do not doubt that he still holds affection for me, Your Grace. I can see it and I, myself, feel the same for him as I used to. But, he also has children-"

"With a woman he was stuck with in King's Landing," Rhaenyra recalled. "He was a Kingsgaurd and other than renouncing his titles for becoming his Father's heir once more, he would never have had a chance to marry you," Rhaenyra reminded her caretaker who sighed. "I just want you to be happy. You always strived for my happiness, why can I not do the same?" Rhaenyra asked while her lady-in-waiting sighed.

"Alright, go. I will give you my answer afterwards," Valaena claimed while Rhaenyra giggled. "Be safe," the lady ordered her queen as the girl nodded. Climbing up into the saddle and adjusted herself so it would not cause discomfort for her growing belly.

"Sōvētēs," Rhaenyra commanded as her three dragons leapt up, they were able to climb higher easier now after flapping their leathery wings. Valaena was quickly helped by a guard when the snow knocked around them.

"These snows will make it harder for the queen to return to either the Keep or our King," the guard warned as she nodded.

"I know. And our stubborn queen will not listen, especially if those dragons just do as she asks," Valaena said as she watched them disappear from sight.

"Worry not, My Lady," the man smiled. "I trust those dragons, almost more than I trust the human minds who rule them," he joked as she laughed, returning with him to camp as her daughter and Jaime were seen eating together.

"They have better instincts than we do," Valaena said.

"Not better than some," she commented as Jaime looked up and gave her a smile before returning to his conversation with Balea who held a blade in her lap. Baela had finally gotten Jaime to help hone her skills in swordplay. Jaime had been reluctant before he was slightly teased by one of the other soldiers. They teased him that Baela might be better than him soon.

"She's my daughter, I would like to think she would be better than me at one point," Jaime had said as Baela and everyone cheered, having gotten Jaime to agree as the father himself sighed, before telling her when they'd start to practice. He would train her hard and relentlessly, just how he was trained.

"Has the Queen already left?" Torrhen Karstark asked. He was the youngest of Rickard Karstark's boys and seemed to find a good friendship in Baela; he had slowly warmed up to Jaime when Baela introduced them better. Baela truly felt her father could help those who were not as efficient in swordwork as older soldiers.

"Cousin Torrhen!" A voice shouted. "We got word from your Karstark cousin," the boy said as he ran over offering the letter to Torrhen.

"Cregan Karstark?" Valaena asked.

"He's been offered terms by the Lannisters," the boy spoke in fear.

"My father, no doubt. Trying to use lower sons to overthrow their elder siblings or parents," Jaime said.

"I thought all of the remaining nobles went to Winterfell? Why is Cregan Karstark still in Karhold?" Baela asked, confused.

"I do not know, but we will find out," Ser Barristan said as he exited his tent with a small packet of letters in hand. "I am to return to the King and ensure he got the letters and knows of Jon's parentage," Ser Barristan said while Valaena frowned.

"So you are leaving now? Will you be alright?" Baela asked, she grew to care for the elder knight dearly as he treated her no different than anyone else. Not minding if she was a bastard or Jaime's daughter. Baela noticed he seemed to take great care in wanting to see her progress in her swordwork.

"And we pray to the Gods that the queen is merciful if your father's cousin is dealing with Tywin Lannister," Dacey warned Rickard's youngest son, eyeing Torrhen sharply as he nodded, paling in realization that no matter the close relations. Even his father might turn Cregan over for betrayal to the ruling family of the North.

"Let us pray for something else. Such as our queen's success and return to us," Valaena urged with Lynara already sitting, head bowed with some others. "I do not wish to tell the King of her death or somehow be sucked back into the Southern hold. I am a northerner as much as you, my daughter was born here and was blessed by the Old Gods by their name. I love the north and I care for the freedom you have here, so I do pray that she wins, I pray Robb wins. I do wish for the downfall of Tywin Lannister and by extension, Cersei Lannister," Valaena said, eyes straying to Jaime who sat there listening to her as he looked into the flames. Baela looked upset that this might lead to her father being angry with her mother's words but he surprised some by standing and bowing his head to Valaena.

"All hail Queen Rhaenyra and King Robb Stark, Rulers and protectors of the North and Riverlands. Forever may they reign," Jaime lifted a cup and took a drink as others did the same. Hailing their leaders and the leading family name, praying they survived this all.

XXXIV

Rhaenyra carefully pulled the reins as Rhaella shrieked, growling at a low pitch before diving down with her sisters joining. Roaring as they engulfed a wall in fire, sending rock and debris flying and men with it. Her dragons seemed to learn when to send their fires without her having to shout it, something she was grateful for, she noticed her throat would go hoarse after a bit. Yara had not been fully prepared for her to attack the walls of Deepwood Motte, so she was ordering her men into formation. Yara knew Rhaenyra would bring the attack to the Keep to end this standoff but was surprised she just outright attacked the walls with no hesitation. Rhaenyra turned Rhaella as the she-dragon even used her claws to snag men like her sisters did before all three flew up and over. Rhaenyra grinned before snarling.

"Drakarys!" And with that her dragons started to truly attack the ships, Alysanne started to attack them vertically, enjoying how it broke some apart as she shrieks when she does so, her high tones caused men to scream when she suddenly attacked. Rhaenyra compared her young dragon to an impulsive pup who attacked without warning when on the hunt. Shaggydog quickly came to her mind as she chuckled softly and drove Rhaella to attack the beach, but she had her dragon hover over the bay and with a hateful snarl, Rhaella started to attack the water too, causing it to boil as Yara's men who happened to be near started to panic. The water was becoming unnaturally hot and with Rhaenyra setting the beach on fire it helped spread the heat. When the red-black dragon grew tired of heating the ground she quickly descended and started to attack men, it worried Rhaenyra when her dragon landed. 'Shit,' Rhaenyra growled as she took the reins in one hand, snagging her whip and with fast movements snapped the whip on her dragon's hide. The female shrieked in irritation before listening to her mother bark her demand. "Sōvēs!" Rhaenyra roared as her dragon obeyed, leaping into the air as she stepped on a few soldiers. Quickly rejoining her sisters in flight. The soldiers knew now that they had a chance of hitting Rhaenyra if Rhaella turned right or their arrows flew high enough to hit her. Rhaella, though, proved her species intelligence. Always ensuring her rider remained away from the attacks, using her dragonfire in retribution when an arrow came too close. Rhaenyra held on tightly as Rhaella spewed fire on all boats she saw. Yara was fighting against two men with practiced ease, but noticed her dwindling strength from the lack of food to sustain them. One quickly disarmed her after cutting her leg and caught her side too, bringing her to her knees. Rhaenyra had ordered, capture Yara and any captains alive as prisoners.

"Look men! We have captured their squid daughter!" one man roared as Rhaella landed on the castle walls, roaring as Rhaenyra eyed the Greyjoy woman who was quickly bound up.

"Find the others and find our people who are still alive, and find a wetnurse from our camp quickly for Lady Glover's babe, pray she is still alive," Rhaenyra ordered and pulled her dragon from the battlements to continue to chase the ships away from Northern shores as Alysanne and Rhaenys destroyed the sails with talons and flame. The northern men cheered as Rhaenyra called her dragons back once the ships sailed far and the dragon mother worried for her tired dragons. Alysanne had started to wobble in exhaustion before landing with her sisters, quickly bathing a herd of deer in fire as they ate quickly. Rhaella seemed to hold a bit of restraint as she landed, lifting her foot up as Rhaenyra undid her bindings and climbed down, stepping down unsure for a moment, she held on as Rhaella lowered her to the ground. Rickard Karstark approached, offering his hand to help balance Rhaenyra. She approached to bound Yara and Ironborn men who fearfully eyed the dragons.

"Yara Greyjoy, you are hereby a prisoner of the northern kingdom. We will be taking you to Winterfell and you will remain there until we make negotiations with your father. I am only doing this because Theon is a brother to me. Let us go men, I have quite a bit to do," Rhaenyra ordered, keeping eye contact with Yara who sighed in defeat.

XXXIV

(Winterfell)

Maester Luwin sighed in relief at seeing Sigtryggr ride in with his family while carrying the head of someone, the sack was dripping and soaked dark red.

"Who-"

"The Bastard of your Dreadfort," Sigtryggr hissed. "He had men dressed like Ironborn, attempting to infiltrate your home," he claimed while dropping the sack in front of those who helped run the Northern lands. Some swallowed at the wild man's harsh nature while the maester stood from his spot beside Rickon. He slowly approached and lowered his eyes.

"Ramsay Snow. Send word about his betrayal and fate to his father," Maester Luwin decided as one frowned.

"The Prince should decide this fate," the man spoke snidly.

"The Regent is not even seven," Rodrik spoke while some agreed.

"Until the return of the King, Queen, or even the King's mother, they have left Maester Luwin and Ser Rodrik in charge," Septa Unai explained, reading off the missive sent to her about the caring of Winterfell in the absence of the King and Queen.

"Then as precedence rules, we send this to Roose Bolton who is with the King. But also to the Queen. Inform them of the betrayal and correction," he ordered as those present agreed. "Now will you explain how he fooled us into thinking it was Ironborn?" he asked as Sigtryggr sighed.

"It looks like he slaughtered the Ironborn that came to attack and took on their armor and clothes to make it seem like it was the Ironborn coming to attack. But when I got into the camps I overheard Bolton names and discussion of holding the northern capital as a way to gain his name as Bolton," Sigtryggr shrugged while the men scoffed.

"Bastard thought becoming a traitor would gain his last name," a man spoke while Wolland chuckled.

"Oh, well. Our job is done," he shrugged before Maester Luwin stopped him.

"Please, could I trouble you to stay and stock up before leaving? It is a long trek back to Skagos," the maester said while the son of the leader of the Skagos clan nodded.

"Of course, we thank you for the offer," Sigtryggr said while Wolland agreed, giggling as he started to play with the decapitated head in curiosity to the disgust or confusion of the other men.

XXXIV

Shireen sighed softly as she looked out over the leftovers of the Bolton bastard's men before looking on in absolute shock as she looked over the battlement with a narrowed gaze, the Princess gasped before laughing and calling to others.

"Look! Look!" She squealed in happiness as Osha ran over before laughing herself in relief and held the girl close while others saw it. Maester Luwin and Rickon stared on in stunned silence as Rhaella was seen flying with ease as she flew around Winterfell, showing the Northern Queen atop her dragon's back, her pregnant belly seen and well shown close to her due date. The citizens cheered as they saw their queen and three dragons flying happily around Winterfell.

Rhaenyra had no intention of returning to Winterfell, but she knew she needed to, to also tell Jon the news. Praying he was still at the Wall and not stationed in the wilderness of the North.

"Gods be good," Maester Luwin breathed in shock. "Look at their sizes," he claimed as Rodrik watched them fly over the castle, roaring and shrieking as they examined their home and origin of birth. Shrieking in delight as they landed right out the gate as men approached. Rhaella hissed and spat at the men who backed away while her mother carefully dismounted, being mindful of her growing belly. Rhaella lifted her foot before lowering it softly so her mother did not need to fully climb up or down. Rhaenyra softly pet her dragon's scaled neck and face as she greeted her men.

"Your Grace," "My Queen" the men spoke, bowing as she nodded. Her crown was keeping her hair pinned, thankfully. Many watched as Alysanne happily rolled in the snow like a bouncy pup as Rhaenys used her wings to knock more onto her little sister who trilled in delight of the cold element. Rhaella growled while settling down, enjoying the soothing cool snow on her scales, purring as a direwolf slowly exited, sniffing the air of the giant female who narrowed her eyes softly while recognizing the other male wolf, Shaggydog. A direwolf she grew up with and remembered his sharp temperament. While others worried the dragons and direwolf would be snippy with one another, Shaggydog was actually very tame around the wild beasts. He obviously knew his strength was lesser than a fire-breathing creature. But it showed here that Rhaella remembered the wolf and greeted him like she would Grey Wind.

"Nyra!" Rickon shouted, racing to his pregnant goodsister who knelt carefully and embraced the boy. The dragons quickly sniffed him and trilled in delight at remembering Rickon's scent. He carefully greeted the large dragons while staring in awe at their sizes. They were barely bigger than Shaggydog at the time of their departure. "They're so big," Rickon spoke in surprise.

"Aye, that they are," Rhaenyra claimed while petting Rhaella who trilled and crooned to the boy in delight of being near him once more. Dragons had excellet memories, she remembered the boy who would sneak her large amounts of meat when spending time with them during hunts. "Where is Bran? Why is he not with you?" Rhaenyra asked as a guard helped her stand. Not only did Rickon freeze but so did the men present. "Rickon, where is your brother?" Rhaenyra demanded as the Maester came out with men who were heavily dressed in fur.

"Queen Rhaenrya, Your Grace," Maester Luwin greeted as he and the men quickly bowed to her. "Please forgive me for what I am about to tell you," Maester Luwin said as Rhaenyra frowned while sending her dragons off to go hunt.

"Then tell me, I wish to rejoin my husband but I also have news I need to deliver to someone as well," Rhaenyra said as she had sent Rickard Karstark back with the information that Robb needed to know about Jon. She had sent Ser Barristan back to Robb to know what he was going to say about Jon's heritage. She knew it was a risk to go to Jon without consulting with Robb first, but she needed to do this so that way they could plan for their next step, and offer up their best deal to her twin. But Rhaenyra only hoped that both parties would agree, otherwise, she was out of ideas to peacefully bring her sister to Westeros and appease the other lords.

XXXIV

(Astapor)

A pair of great doors open. Daenerys, Missandei, Ser Jorah, and Ser Raynor enter the large and bustling courtyard, populated by guards and townsfolk. Two guards move through the square following Cohollo, who guided the horse carrying a large litter containing one of Daenerys's dragons; she trusted him above others to watch over her dragons. Kraznys started to speak as Missandei translated. The young translator had long changed into an outfit opposite of her queen, white based, lined with blue colors of her husband's khalassar color.

"The master says they are untested. He says you would be wise to blood them early. There are many small cities between here and there, cities ripe for sacking. Should you take captives, the masters will buy the healthy ones and for a good price," Missandei commented with her eyes down at the prospect of her new queen continuing the practice.

The Master continued with his words as she translated once more. They come to the massive field where the thousands of Unsullied stand at attention. Kraznys and Greizhen stand before them.

"And who knows? In ten years, some of the boys you send them may be Unsullied in their turn. Thus all shall prosper," the slave spoke as Daenerys narrowed her eyes a moment. Walking back to the woven crate containing her dragon. She opens the front and Drogon comes out, growling as he was now growing past the size of a small pony. Daenerys holds onto the chain attached to the dragon's foot as he takes flight and hovers above her. He seemed to help keep up her guise of acting under her command with a lead. She hands the chain to Kraznys, who struggles against the strength of the young dragon. He smiles greedily, and hands her the whip that represents command of the Unsullied.

"Is it done, then? They belong to me?" Daenerys asked, wanting to be sure before she enacted her plan. Missandei quickly translated.

"It is done," she claimed as her former master continued holding the whip tightly as Drogon started to fight him, irritated. "You hold the whip," Missandei finished.

"J'aspo eza zya azantyr." The bitch has her army. Daenerys eyed him before turning slowly and walked to the unsullied. Drogon's unhappy growling increases.

"Dovaogēdy!" Unsullied! Daenerys called the Unsullied as they came to attention. Missandei is surprised that Daenerys speaks Valyrian. Kraznys struggled against the slowly angering-dragon. "Naejot memēbātās!" Forward march! The Unsullied march. "Kelītīs!" Halt! The Unsullied halt as Daenerys smiled, enjoying the control she had. Kraznys tries to control Drogon still started to smoke from the mouth.

"Ivetra j'aspo zya dyni do majis," Tell the bitch her beast won't come.

"Zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor," A dragon is not a slave. Daenerys spoke, an all knowing grin spreading across her face.

"Ydra ji valyre?" You speak Valyrian? Kraznys questioned, enraged he had been tricked by the girl.

"Nyke daenerys jelmāzmo hen targārio lentrot, hen valyrio uēpo ānogār iksan. Valyrio muño ēngos ñuhys issa," I am Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, of the blood of Old Valyria. Valyrian is my mother tongue. Daenerys introduced herself before Drogon seemed to have enough and ripped himself free of the man with a snarl as his mother turned to her new army. "Dovaogēdys! āeksia ossēnātās, menti ossēnātās! Qilōni pilos lue vale tolvie ossēnātās, yn riñe dōre ōdrikātās. Urnēt luo buzdaro tolvio belma pryjātās!" Unsullied! Slay the masters, slay the soldiers! Slay every man who holds a whip, but harm no child. Strike the chains off every slave you see! Daenerys ordered her men as one quickly broke rank and ran a Master threw with his spear before others started to do the same to all those who held the whips or guards who attempted to protect them.

"Nyk skan jiva aeske!" I am your master. Kraznys tried to speak over the young queen as Raynor and Jorah drew their swords, seeing the Unsullied follow Daenerys' command. Cohollo quickly pulled Missandei back amongst the others of their small group to protect her as she looked around slightly fearful. "Zer sena! Zer sena!" Kill her! Kill her! Kill her! Kraznys roared, trying to instill the training of the Unsullied.

"Drakarys" Daenerys grinned as she eyed the man greedily. Kraznys looked up to see Drogon free himself before engulfing him with his black fire laced with red, consuming Kraznys, who screams in agony as he burns. The Unsullied attack and quickly overwhelm the guards. Drogon flies free, spouting fire above the courtyard with his brothers quickly joining once they spotted him.

XXXIV

The courtyard is filled with smoke and charred bodies. JORAH surveys the carnage and reaches Daenerys. She walks forward to inspect the Unsullied, who are back in formation without word, Cohollo pulls her white mare for her to mount and rides among them.

"Dovaogēdy! Jevo glaesoti ry buzdari istiat. Kesy tubi jemot daervi tepan. Henujagon jaelza lua vala mirre henujagon kostas, se daorys ziry odrikilza. Jemot kivio ñuhe tepan. Yne sytivilibilat? Hae daero valoti?" Unsullied! You have been slaves all your life. Today you are free. Any man who wishes to leave may leave, and no one will harm him. I give you my word. Will you fight for me? As free men? One Unsullied begins tapping his spear rhythmically in the sand. Soon others join him, and more still until the sound becomes thunderous and unanimous. Ser Jorah, Cohollo, and Raynor look on before they and others mount up once Daenerys soon rides away from the main gate with her Dothraki and with Missandei, Ser Jorah, and Raynor behind her. The eight thousand Unsullied march behind her. Tossing away the whip she grins while looking at her ever growing dragons fly overhead, roars echoing over the Essos lands.

XXXIV

End of the chapter. I absolutely love Dany during season 3, this scene in particular, they were her perfect campaign moments!

After Robb went wrong I mostly watched it for her. And Rhaenyra sent off her best advisors to help her cause!

Please R&R!

~Rusty14~