The Throne Room, more than a month after the rebellion.

It was only a month ago that Tywin Lannister lay the bodies of the Princess Elia, the babe Aegon, and the girl who was intended to take the place of Rhaenys lay on the marble floor of the throne room. The man people called the Grand Old Lion of the Rock watched with cold eyes as the dragon skulls were being carried out of the throne room to the lower dungeons. And in the meantime, the new king, despite still being injured, was whoring and drinking while at the same time intending to wait on the return of Lyanna Stark… his love.

'Love,' snorted Tywin as he turned and walked out of the throne room and into the hallway which was now lined with banners of both Lannister and Baratheon, 'no matter, if found alive, Lyanna Stark will meet with an accident. And if she is found dead? Well… either way, Cersei will be queen. And it would be the Lannisters that control the kingdom, not Robert.'

Tywin turned into another corner as Lannister Red Cloaks walked past him, 'now, the problem is Rhaenys. Clegane claims a woman used magic on him before he collapsed' Tywin scoffed thinking about the Mountain's explanation of the mysterious woman who fired blue bolts at him. 'But he assures me that the girl was stabbed more than ten times… that would account for the blood-soaked sheets which makes the body's disappearance that much stranger. Why would anyone want a dead body?'

The Old Lion believed there were still Targaryen loyalists in the Red Keep, 'of course there are'. His thoughts turned back to what Clegane told him after regaining consciousness, 'he is mistaken. There is no magic. But that still brings the question of how the Mountain was brought down. And how did the loyalists who took Rhaenys escape,' Tywin then stopped walking and came to a realization, 'the Mountain climbed the walls outside the holdfast to the royal apartments. The loyalists could have done the very same thing.'

Narrowing his eyes as he continued on his way through the hallway, 'no matter, my spies are everywhere. I will hear about this girl if she is alive, and if she is?' A smile crossed his face, 'then she will die. However, it is more likely she is dead… at least judging from the amount of blood on the sheets,' Tywin's thoughts then turned to the last confirmed Targaryens who were running away to the free cities, 'Viserys will never be king. He and the babe will never be able to return to Westeros. If I know Robert, he would be already planning to send assassins to kill them.' Tywin walked down some steps, 'the age of the dragons are over. Now comes the age of the lion. With Cersei and her children with Robert, the Lannister dynasty will last for over a thousand years.'

Elsewhere in the Red Keep, at the same time.

Varys always knew that he was going to be successful eventually for the pain his family had to endure. Ever since the mysterious voice whispered in his ear the day his privates where burnt, Varys knew he would have to find a way to return his family to the pedestal they should be occupying.

Now, as he looked out the window in his official chambers to Blackwater bay, a small smile crossed his face at thinking, 'I am glad I was not heard' while, at the same time, thinking about his whispers in the ears of King Aerys before Pycelle convinced the Mad King to open the gates to the Lannister army. He then turned his head to the scroll that lay on the table, played with his silken sleeves, before looking back out the window once again.

The smell of shit, piss, and death from the city was repelled by the perfumes and oils he dabbed on his robe, but the stench of the dead bodies he had seen in the throne room remained with him in his memory. No matter how he tried, he couldn't push back the mental image of Elia, Aegon, and Rhaenys' mutilated bodies.

'Elia was torn apart, Aegon had his head bashed in, as did poor Rhaenys along with the stab wounds,' he thought to himself thinking back to the shattered faces of the children when they were presented to Robert. Vary sighed shaking his head before thinking back to the child he was informed of by his cheesemonger friend from Pentos nearly a year ago.

'The Mad King was never going to listen to me, but I voiced my thoughts against opening the gates to Kings Landing for the benefit of Pycelle. And now the realm is shattered." Varys smiled at the formation of the first crack- the Tourney at Harrenhall. The bald Master of Whispers heard that the Tourney was really a front- the actual purpose was to call a Great Council led by Rhaegar which would enable the Prince to gain support in overthrowing the Mad King. But Varys couldn't allow that… he couldn't allow peace to reign under the beloved Prince Rhaegar. And so, he informed the Mad King of the whispers which eventually resulted in the first public appearance in many years of the king.

And since then, Varys stood in the shadows. It was that day though that other events that not even Varys could have predicted occurred- the first crack in the stability of the realm occurred upon the defeat of three knights at the hands of the mysterious Knight of the Laughing Tree. The King grew so paranoid thinking that that the Knight was sent to kill him that he promised gold and Lands for anyone who captured the mysterious Knight and brought him the head.

'The cracks will take a long time to heal, and I will do what I can to make sure they do not. At least not until the true king of Westeros has returned to the Iron Throne.'

Varys chuckled, and then turned before taking small steps towards his table, 'after all, you do what you can for blood.'

Water Gardens, Westeros, at that same time.

"Have you gone mad? People from the stars?" hissed an enraged Oberyn as he moved his arms about animatedly while walking alongside Doran, whose gout wasn't so bad that he needed his wheelchair, "our sister, niece, and nephew have been murdered and you jest?!". Instead, the latter took small strides with a walking cane on the sandy beach while the ocean waves crested and then rolled gently onto the shore. Doran stared at his enraged brother who returned from Essos a few hours ago while a frown remained in his face. Turning back towards the beach laid oud before him, Doran recalled the very reason he chose this particular location. It was the risk that one of the many 'birds' of Robert's Master of Whispers, Varys, would be able to listen in to the conversation that Doran wanted to have with his brother about their niece and her current location away from the Water Gardens or Sunspear.

Therefore, instead of staying in the Water Gardens, Doran bid they take a walk on the beach where there was no one present- and their voices could be hidden by the sounds of the waves. As they walked upon the yellowish sands, the water from the waves rolled over their bare feet as they walked at the waters edge, Doran looked around at the empty beach before swearing Oberyn to absolute secrecy. And once the frowning Oberyn reminded Doran he had his absolute confidence, Doran sighed and then revealed the truth about Rhaenys and the off-worlders.

And that resulted in the present situation where Oberyn was enraged at Doran for joking around in regards to the death of their family in Kings Landing. Oberyn suddenly gripped Doran's right arm tight and stopped walking. The action forced Doran to stop as well before he turned towards the red faced Oberyn who looked as if he could cut through an entire army by himself to gain vengeance on Elia and the Children's behalf. "Now that we are done with this jest," Oberyn said staring hard into Doran's eyes, "and let us not ever jape about the death of Elia and her children. When are you calling the banners? We must…."

"Rhaenys is not dead, that's those people told me," Doran said taking his left hand into his left pocket. Oberyn shook his head while biting his upper lip in anger. Doran knew that Oberyn loved Elia and the children more than him- the latter was especially fiercely protective of Elia and the children, 'I love her too, Oberyn. I will always love our sister and her children. Which is why I agreed to this for the sake of our niece.'

"You surely cannot fall for such trickery," Oberyn growled at his brother with hands rolled into fists, "you surely cannot fall for this Lannister jest."

"Rhaenys is alive, and there is proof," Doran handed Oberyn the picture of Rhaenys taken out from his pocket, the very same picture that Daniel had given him the first time they met a week ago. Oberyn narrowed his eyebrows staring at the picture and stared at the figure depicted on it. His fingers were brushing the surface while mumbling "this is not a painting" and then turning it over to the rear white coloured portion of the picture, and then turning it back to the picture of Rhaenys once again. Doran saw his brother's hand trembling, as he placed a hand on Oberyn's shoulder with his left hand and whispered, "she is alive. She is in what these people called a coma. But she is alive and being well looked after by their Maesters. Or rather their healers. Their physicians."

"I… I…." Oberyn stared at the picture in his hand before looking up, his rage fading and giving way to disbelief, "Doran, what you said was…"

"The truth?" Doran finished nodding his head, "yes. I had the same reaction you did, brother. I believed it a cruel jest as well. A jest that I admit to laughing. But given there is nowhere I know off that can produce a painting as well drawn as that? I have to admit there is truth in what those people have told me."

"Elia? How about Elia? And Aegon?" Oberyn looked up from the picture at Doran. The latter thought to himself that Oberyn, with hope in his eyes, looked so much like the boy he used to be years ago before becoming the warrior standing in front of him. Doran took in a deep breath while the hand on Oberyn's shoulder gently squeezed.

"They have passed, my brother," Doran shook his head, "their ally, the same woman who saved Rhaenys, claimed that Aegon was already dead. She claimed that the Mountain tore Elia apart… she could not do anything for them. But the woman saved Rhaenys, she saved a part of our sister."

"Tell me everything, Doran," Oberyn whispered while staring at the picture and placing a hand on Doran's shoulder, "from the beginning. I want to hear again. This time with ears that are more willing to listen. Please." The sounds of gentle waves, out on the far edges of the beach away from listening birds, browned out the sounds of the voices of two brothers.

Oberyn listened intently to what Doran was saying- occasionally staring at the picture of the sleeping girl on the picture.

'Humans from another world rescued our niece,' Oberyn thought as the two of them continued their walk, 'another world. One of thousands.' Oberyn looked out at the horizon in disbelief- his niece was alive. He turned back to the picture as they continued their walk, 'By the Seven. She's alive.' Oberyn shook his head. This was impossible. It was supposed to be something impossible, but the truth was in his hands.

She was alive.

"They asked for paintings of Elia and Rhaegar," Doran whispered after stopping again, turning his body, and looking out towards the horizon and the clear blue water, "they believe they could use their technology to create a manipulated copy similar to the image in your hand with their dress conforming to their world." As they talked, Doran thought back to the meeting where it was Daniel who explained the need for the paintings.

"When Rhaenys does wake up, we would need to make sure that she can remember who she is, who her parents are, where she's from," Daniel explained a week ago in Doran's solar, "we'll also need to know when she was born."

"I can have all of that prepared, but the paintings will take three days at the least," Doran said, "you do understand the need for me to pick the best painter in Dorne to reflect who my sister as a Princess of Dorne. And I will have one commissioned of Rhaegar as well." Doran could see then that Daniel and Teal'c noticed the difference in tone of how he mentioned Elia and Rhaegar- one was out of love, and the other name was said with some anger.

Daniel, understanding the anger, nodded his head and then explained the paintings would be developed into another medium, like the photo in Doran's hand, after it was manipulated. He explained that the bodily features of the couple would be kept exact, with the only things changing being their clothes to reflect Earth clothes.

"And the original paintings will be given to Rhaenys once she is seven years old, and able to understand the situation," Daniel swore, "in the meantime, the paintings will be preserved in a secured area where it would remain as good as new."

Back in the present day, Doran finished, "she will be kept safe, Oberyn. I want this for her. I want her to be away from the Lannisters and Baratheon's, and…."

"And the Starks," Obery's anger flashed again as he looked up from Rhaenys' picture.

"I received news from my own spies in Kings Landing," Doran whispered as an image came to his mind of the bodies of Elia, Aegon, and the poor girl who was supposed to be a replacement for Rhaenys. They lay on the floor of the throne room- their bodies wrapped in red Lannister cloaks to hide the blood, "Eddard Stark was the only one in the room to protest what happened. He was livid at Robert and…"

"Doran," hissed Oberyn, his eyes welling in tears at the still bittersweet news that his sister and her son died, and that their niece lived but was taken out of their hands, "that does not excuse…"

"The only reason he took part in the war against Aerys was because the Mad King killed his father, his brother, and Rhaegar stole the Lady Lyanna," Doran said. And while he loathed to lie towards his brother about the real reason behind the supposed kidnapping of Lyanna Stark- especially since he swore to Rhaegar not to tell anyone the truth until Rhaegar himself had won the war, Doran had to lie. To him, both he and Oberyn had their niece still among the living, and she was being kept safe, "he is as much a victim in this war." And Doran was wondering where Lyanna was being held. With Rhaegar dead, the location of Lyanna was still a mystery, 'the scroll Rhaegar gave me… as well as the sword are all being kept hidden and safe. For now, we have to be the anguished family. And that is something we will never hide.'

"And Rhaenys is safe? Are you certain?" Oberyn asked.

"You can ask the people taking care of her yourself," Doran said much to Oberyn's surprise, "they are returning with a report on her health soon."

"Very well," Oberyn said looking out at the horizon, "what do we do now?"

"Our sister and our nephew are still dead, I will wager on my life that Tywin Lannister ordered an innocent little girl murdered in place of Rhaenys- her life will also have to be answered for," Doran said calmly. Oberyn knew this side of his brother. The calmer he was, the more enraged, "Rhaenys was on the verge of death… so near the proverbial cliff before being rescued."

Oberyn continued staring out at the horizon and nodded his head before looking at the picture in his hand once again.

"The Lannisters will be destroyed. It may take years, but they will be destroyed," Doran said before his eyes glanced at Oberyn, "for now, to prevent reprisals during such a weakened state, Dorne will have to at least rattle the Stags and the Lions."

Oberyn glanced at his brother who continued, "the Spider has his birds in Dorne. I want you to do what you would do if all of our family had died. Make your call for me to call the banners as loud as you can."

"Very well," Oberyn looked to his brother.

"We will gather our strength once again," Doran whispered as his grip on the cane tightened. Dorne had been severely weekend with the loss of over seven thousand out of ten thousand soldiers at the Trident, something Doran was very aware off… and why he wanted to avoid another war right now, "make no mistake though, Oberyn… if Robert should enter Dorne…"

"I will cut off his legs," Oberyn finished while Doran nodded his head.

"They still killed Elia and Aegon," Doran calmly added.

"Yes," Oberyn replied looking out at the horizon.

Doran then sighed while thinking, 'no, he needs to be told. Oberyn needs to know about… about the truth. If Elia, Aegon, and Rhaenys died… if all three of them died then there would be no reason to reveal this secret. But with Rhaenys alive…' Doran glanced at Oberyn and said, "Rhaegar came to me before riding out to Kings Landing."

"What do you mean? He was here?" a surprised Oberyn growled, "and you… you knew he discarded Elia and you let him.."

"Elia knew about the possibility that Rhaegar could want the Lady Lyanna as a second wife," Doran said turning to faced his enraged brother. The man placed his hand gently on Oberyn's shoulder before continuing, "he had what he thought a good reason. I… there was a secret about Lyanna he never spoke of," Doran saw Oberyn's body tremble in anger while the Red Viper gritted his teeth, "I said my peace with him. That setting aside Elia was an insult, and that the result of him taking Lyanna Stark without notice was stupid and short sighted."

"He insulted us!" Oberyn yelled.

"He did," Doran whispered calmly, "but Rhaegar insisted this secret was dangerous; he said that the Mad King discovered this secret and demanded she be brought to him to be executed."

"What?" Oberyn exclaimed.

Ignoring the outburst, Doran continued, "the Stark girl left a missive for her brother and father at Riverrun." Doran bristled in calm anger at not knowing what happened to the missive. And even asking about it would imply that they knew something about the abduction... and that was information that could very well be dangerous to Dorne. Especially right now. Doran was still looking back at Oberyn when the former said, "Rhaegar was going to depose Aerys after the war. Elia would have bee Queen once he ascended the throne with Lyana being the second queen." Doran could see Oberyn was surprised upon hearing this before continuing, "it's not unusual, Aegon the Conqueror had two wives – two queens."

"And he thought this would lessen the insult?"

"Perhaps," Doran said, "except Elia agreed."

Oberyn was bristling with anger as he continued to listen to his brother.

"Rhaegar was obsessed with a prophecy," Doran revealed as Oberyn narrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "the dragon needs three heads, the Long Night, the coming of the dawn. He needed a third child. Elia would die if she was to give birth again. And…" He could see that Oberyn was about to say something, instead Doran asked him to wait before continuing, "and he loved Elia. Even though his marriage with our sister was a political one.. there was affection there. Whatever this secret was that Lyanna held, Rhaegar admired her for it... that admiration turned to love."

Doran saw Oberyn's mouth shut before attempting to say anything out loud. A small smile came upon Doran's face before revealing, "Lyanna would have been the second Queen, and her children behind Aegon and Rhaenys in the line of succession. His wishes were written down in parchment so there would be a lesser chance of another Dance of Dragons."

"But.."

"And to show he meant every word he said," Doran continued, "Rhaegar left an artifact… a very important Targaryen artifact in my hands. It was supposed to be a gift for Rhaenys when she came of age."

"Doran?" Oberyn shook his head ignoring what his brother had said as he tried to keep away his anger, "it was still an insult. It does not excuse the fact that Rhaegar.."

"Rhaegar made his mistakes," Doran said put a hand up before sighing and dropping the hand back to his side, "Elia… I loved Elia and our nephew and niece… you know this, Oberyn." Oberyn nodded his head with a frown on his face.

"Justice," Oberyn growled, "I want justice for her, for Aegon, for… for Rhaenys."

"Like I said, the fact that Rhaenys lives cannot be revealed, at least not yet," Doran continued as he straightened his back, "we do what we have to do- it would be to others as if we have lost her as well. In the meantime, we make a plan for vengeance against the Lannisters." Doran then looked over to his brother, "and when the time comes, the Red Viper will strike out from the grass and kill all our enemies."

"I want to take away everything that belongs to the Lannisters," Oberyn said, "and the Stag King."

"We will," Doran answered.

Oberyn looked back down at the picture without a smile on his face at the thought of what he just learned, "do you have a plan?"

"I will," Doran whispered, "I will."

The Dixon Residence, two days later.

The first time Rhea discovered her own name was just after she was told by the man known as General Landry that her parents and her baby brother were killed in a car accident. That was two days ago, and the man had been sitting with her as she cried whilst laying down on her side. It wasn't just the fact that her family died which brought about the emptiness in her heart after it shattered, it was also the fact that she had no idea what a car was, or what her parents and baby brother looked like. Nor did she even remember their names.

Rhea had no idea that their names were, as revealed by the General, Richard and Eleanor Tanner. She had no idea her brother was named Aaron, nor did she have any idea that she was from a city known as Toronto. She had never heard of Toronto, nor had she ever heard of Colorado Springs, her current location. She had no idea of anything that was being revealed to her, 'I can't remember anything'. As she lay down on the bed crying with tears streaming down her cheeks, she felt a hand on her arm. She opened her eyes and stared at the General's kind face through tearful eyes.

"It will take time for you to remember who you are and who your parents are," he gently said a couple of days ago as he sat next to Rhea's bed, "the accident caused you to lose your memories… something known as amnesia. We don't know if you'll ever get your memories back or.."

"My.. my papa? My Mama? My brother," Rhea had whimpered. The expression on the General's face said it all, she may never recover the memories of her family. And that made her close her eyes as she sobbed.

It would a few hours later that Rhea, as she lay on her side with dried tears stained her cheeks, met both David and Lainie Dixon. They introduced themselves as friends of her father, with David having been Richard's high school friend back in Minnesota. Not that Rhea knew what a Minnesota meant, she just felt a sense of relief that she was speaking to people her father had known for a long time.

It was Lainie who asked Rhea if she could sit next to her; to which the latter nodded her head. She shifted to the left of the bed while still lying on her side as Lainie sat down next to her and placed a hand gently on her cheek.

"We'll be taking care of you," Lainnie whispered gently as she stroked Rhea's cheek. Unknown to the little girl who had her eyes closed, Lainnie was looking back at Colonel Dixon and the General before looking back down at the little girl. She imagined Rhea's body riddled with all those stab wounds- and immediately her ears starting to become warm in anger. She gently told Rhea that they were going to do everything possible to help her get her memories back, "but in the meantime, our boys are looking forward to meeting you."

At hearing that both Lainie and the Colonel had children of their own, Rhea felt a sense of immense loss that she couldn't explain. She told of the loss of her family, but there was something else as well. Something that was tugging on her heart as Lainnie spoke of her four boys. Rhea couldn't explain her feelings however. So she simply listened as Lainie and the Colonel talked about how Pete and the boys were getting a room ready for her.

"We've contacted the Canadian authorities and asked them to send over any belongings that belong to your parents," the General said as he sat on a chair next to the bed while the Colonel stood by Lainie, "our hope is that the belongings we receive, such as pictures, will help you remember."

'And if she remembers, then she'll also remember what happened to her,' Lainnie thought to herself while looking down at the little girl curled into a ball.

It would be two days after meeting the Dixons for the first time that Rhea was given the go-ahead to leave the SGC. The little girl remembered being carried through the hallways, passing numerous people in different coloured BDU's- which Colonel Dixon explained- and several smiling at her. She was surprised, and a little afraid at the doors that opened up to what Lainie referred to as an elevator.

"I… I don't remember if I ever went into an… an elevator," Rhea said as she was carried in, her arms wrapped around the Colonel's neck. She looked around at the enclosed but brightly lit space and tightened her arms around the Colonel's neck.

"Don't worry," the Colonel said gently as he pressed the button for the seventh floor. After the doors closed, Rhea's felt her heart beating faster before releasing a yelped at the enclosed space they were in started to move upwards. She watched the symbols on the side of the closed doors continue to change until it stopped, and then doors opened to another hallway. "See," the Colonel gently told Rhea, "nothing to worry about."

"Do you remember anything?" asked Lainie. But all Rhea did was shake her head from side to side. Before long, they entered another elevator that brought them up to the lobby. It was then, as they left the lobby, that Rhea opened her eyes wide open in surprise at the structures visible to her once they walked out through the glass doors. She was staring at the giant pillars peppered in the vast cavern, and the objects that were standing still around them.

"Those are cars," Lainnie said as they walked out into the parking lot. Rhea held on tight to the Colonel as she recalled General Landry saying that her parents and brother died in a car accident. As if sensing her discomfort, Lainie placed a hand on Rhea's back and whispered, "the accident happened because your car drove over some black ice. It's not your parents fault, Rhea. It could have happened to anyone." Rhea wanted to know what Lainie meant by 'black ice', but her mind was jumbled as she was placed into the back of a large car, after which she was strapped down onto the soft seat. She then saw the door close before the door on the other side opened back up and Lainnie slipped inside to sit next to her. Rhea saw Lainnie reached out, and then gently hold onto her hand… and that calmed down the little girl.

She was going somewhere that would be her home, 'but papa, mama, I want to remember you two. I want my memories to return. I want to fill this hole inside me. Come back papa, mama, Aaron. Please come back. I want to remember you.'

TBC.