I own nothing.
After Ser Sandor Clegane left, Joanna looked at Aegon and then at Ned. Aegon nodded his head. She walked over taking all of the baby dragons into her arms minus Stormsroar. He refused to leave Aegon's shoulder. He tried to bite Joanna when she tried to pick him up. Joanna looked at Stormsroar in contempt.
"Fine stay with your father," Joanna said as she tapped Stormsroar on his nose. He clicked and chirped happily. Aegon glared at Stormsroar when he went to nip Joanna. Stormsroar made an unhappy click. "Ser Tygett, Lord Stark with me. I leave the rest of you to my husband's capable hands." Joanna addressed the group.
Ser Tygett quickly assumed the role of Queensguard to Joanna as they left the room. Lord Stark and she walked side by side. They were heading toward Visenya's chambers. For a large part of their walk, there was silence. Joanna finally looked at Lord Stark.
"Lord Stark, I believe you wanted to speak to me," Joanna said.
"Your Grace, it brings me no joy of what I must inform you. But I feel it is only right for you to know. Your Uncle, Lord Stannis, in hours you were missing he was behaving like you were already dead and he was the King," Ned told her.
Joanna looked at him for a moment. She put the information in the back of her head. They went back to silence for a moment. Vhagar looked up at her. She clicked and let out a little screech. It was echoed by the rest of the dragons on Joanna.
"Vhagar, ziry jāhor addemmagon isse jēda. (Vhagar he will pay in time.)" Joanna replied in Valyrian.
Ned looked at her in shock. The fact that she knew Valyrian fluently was shocking. He knew that Robert nor Tywin would allow her to learn it. Joanna looked at Tygett and then at Ned.
"You are honorable man Lord Stark. Thank you for informing me about the possible treason that my uncle has committed. I have my reservations about him. After I ordered to get you and your daughters out of Kings Landing. I wanted a single night to grieve my father in peace. For a knew a war was coming. But my uncle was determined not to even allow me to do that. He is on thin ice now. I had thought of appointing him as my Master of Laws. But I see now that he would be unwise. I know you were my father's hand. Aegon and I already have one in my Uncle Tyrion. So, I offer you the most honorable man I know a place at my side. Will accept becoming my Master of Law," Joanna asked.
"My Queen" Ned started dropping to his knees.
"I know the game we play is ugly one. You have no desire to take part in it. But I do need at least one honorable man by our side. To make sure we don't go too far. And remind us why we are doing this," Joanna stated.
"It would be my honor," Ned said. Joanna motioned for him to stand.
"Good, there is something I like to discuss with you, my Master of Law," Joanna started.
"What is it?" Ned asked.
"Your son, Robb I propose a match with one of my ladies. When he travels south, he will have to pass through the Twins. Lord Walder Frey will demand something in return. A marriage pact most likely. But he is at the end of the day, more afraid of my grandsire than you. He will betray your son if it means he becomes more powerful. I would sooner see the Twins and all it inhabits become another Harrenhal before I will allow that to happen. He is sick man," Joanna told him like they were talking about the weather not like she was planning the destruction of the Frey family.
"Which one of your ladies do purpose my son to wed," Ned asked.
"I propose my head lady in waiting Lady Marleina Frey. I will give him what he wants just not in the way he wants. Marleina would sooner see her family destroyed than see me and my family hurt," Joanna told him.
"My Queen," Ned started.
"There is one more thing I purpose. When Robb and Marleina or any of my ladies if you prefer someone else have a child. There is a daughter or son who will wed my and Aegon's firstborn, be it male or female following in the tradition of Dorne. Our firstborn will inherit our Throne. I figure this is a way for us to make up for the sins of the past," Joanna told him.
"What name will your children take?" Ned asked.
Joanna looked down at her dragons. They let out clicks and chirped at her. She looked at her lovingly. Her eyes went to Tygett. She had heard in hours past the whispers of her and Aegon being fireproof, the unburnt. It all started with her great-uncle Tygett. But she also knew what Renly's preferences were.
"Being that I'm sure some will call me the Dragon Queen, the unburnt, the Mother of Dragons. My and Aegon's children will bear the name Targaryen. Maybe if one ends up inheriting Storms End. They will take the name Baratheon," Joanna told him.
"Speaking of Storms End, what is your plan for Renly?" Ned asked.
Joanna looked down at the letter that was in her hands. She saw the stag seal on the paper. She broke the seal quickly reading the letter. It was in his own handwriting. She knew her Uncle Stannis or even Ned would not believe what she was about to say.
"My Uncle Renly is not against me. He declared himself King and married Lady Margaery under coercion. Right now, he is playing the fool. Like he plans to win the throne. All the while knowing that Stannis and the lord around me will force me to confront him. At that point, he will bend the knee to me. He called his banners for me," Joana told him.
"How do you know this," Ned asked.
"This letter is in his hand, Lord Stark, and bears his seal," Joanna said as she handed the letter to Lord Stark.
Ned took the letter reading the letter. Tygett steps closer to her. Joanna's eyes find Tygett's eyes. She could see that he wanted to talk to her. Ned handed the letter back to her.
"In terms, you spoke of Lord Baelish being arrested for inciting the conflict between Stark and Lannisters what do you mean by that," Ned asked.
"Robb told me that the dragger that was used in the assassination attempt of your son Bran. And that Catelyn was informed that it belonged to Tyrion. But I was there when that dagger was bet. My Uncle Tyrion has never bet against Uncle Jaime. My father won that dagger that day. But know my father would never order your son's death. But Lord Baelish wants chaos for him to rise to power. What would cause more chaos," Joanna asked.
"Your Grace, may I leave you to gather my thoughts," Ned asked.
"You have my leave, Lord Stark. I have a gift for you and your daughters. I know not what transpired in Riverlands. But I found Nymeria on our travels. She has been reunited with Arya. Once here I came into the procession of two more direwolves. They were bound for fight pits in Mereen before I bought them. Those two direwolves, one male cloud grey direwolf, and one black she-wolf. They are yours and your daughter, Sansa. I also offer her a place by my side as one of my ladies. Whether you decide to accept my proposal or not, Lord Stark. I await your decision," Joanna told him.
Joanna and Tygett stood there for a moment. Before, they continued on their way to her chambers. She looked at Tygett for a time. Before, she sighed.
"Speak it" Joanna ordered.
"Your grace, there was a fourth and fifth person that came back from Kings Landing," Tygett informed her.
"Who," Joanna asked.
"One Ser Steffon Rogers a member of city watch. And one of Robert's bastards" Tygett said as he said the word bastard, he cringed almost like he did not believe he was a bastard.
"His name" Joanna asked.
"Gendry Waters, your grace," Tygett told her.
"I would like to meet my half-brother," Joanna told him. Tygett's face conquered as she said, half-brother. She caught that look. "What is it," Joanna asked.
"He may be more than your half-brother," Tygett said.
"What are you talking about?" Joanna asked.
"He could be your twin brother," Tygett told her.
"My twin is dead. He died as a baby of sudden fever," Joanna said.
"This Gendry has my mother's nose. Your great-grandmother's nose"
Joanna paused when he said that. She trusted her family to protect her and her blood. But with those words. The past days were anything to go by. Jaime's words to her echoed in her mind. That she was a threat. But what was an even bigger threat than a girl, a true-born son? Tears welled up in her eyes. If they could get Aegon out before her grandsire sacking of Kings Landing. And to the Martells. Who was to say that Gendry was not Steffon, her twin younger brother? Switched with another of Robert's bastards. Something as simple as a baby's nose being slightly different would not make anyone pause as the baby was very sick. Vermithor's words echoed in her mind that he would reveal what once was lost.
"Bring him to me," Joanna said as she entered her chambers.
"It will be done my queen," Tygett said.
Daenys stood looking in the mirror in her chamber. She was dressed in a pale cream halter neck gown with scales sewn into the bodice of satin. The bottom of the gown flowed down to the floor. Around her shoulders was an orange maiden cloak. It had had green king cobra with a yellow star in its mouth that was dead center of her back. The closer of cloak golden cobra. Her blonde hair was braided into a crown on the back of her head with citrine pins in it. Naella came into the room. She was dressed in an orange and golden silk gown that was nearly see-through. Her hair was done in a half-down hairstyle. Daenys stared at herself in the mirror with a far-off look on her face.
The sounds of Rains of Castamere played in her mind as the images of a three-headed dragon flashed. The dragon was mostly red, but the top head was orange and the center head was golden color. Images of Valyria at the height of its power showed in mind. Images of elephants, tigers, sheep, horses, and cobras were burnt in golden and black flames. They were burning allow with Blood red ruby that R'hllor wore cracked in half. The Titan of Braavos crumbled in the wake of golden-mixed black flames. Then images of harpies destroy in the same golden and black flames.
"Daenys" Naella said holding her shoulders as she trembled with the weight of what she just saw. "Mother is ready for us to leave," Naella told her.
There were tears in Daenys' eyes. Naella took in her appearance. She noticed the tears. She stopped trying to get Daenys out of the room. She realized that Daenys had seen something.
"This marriage spells our doom," Daenys muttered.
"Maybe it means something else," Naella tried to reassure.
"I have seen all of Essos engulfed in golden and black flames with a three-headed dragon. Viserys is the last Targaryen whose sigil is a three-headed dragon." Daenys told her.
"The Targaryen colors are red and black, not gold sister," Naella reassured.
Tywin sat at the head of the table of his war council. It was begin held in the Small council chambers. Kevan sat by his side. Along with many of the lords of Westerlands. Lord Baelish and Lord Varys were also in this council. They were going over maps. Tywin was still trying to figure out where Jaime was and where Joanna was at. Although in his heart he knew that she was on Dragonstone.
"My birds report that Ser Jaime was captured by Robb Stark the young wolf on his way south," Lord Varys reported.
Tywin looked skyward they had no Starks to trade for his son. That was the first lead he had on his son in days. It turned out Jaime had been missing for a week closer now to a fortnight. At about that time, he lost his contract with Tygett and the other half of Lannister's army.
"What can be done about this" Kevan asked.
"Nothing, we have stark to trade, my daughter has lost them," Tywin growled.
"The Hightower glows green," Lord Crakehall reports.
"That is no surprise, Margaery Tyrell is married to declared King Renly Baratheon," Lord Baelish stated.
"My birds report that house Tyrell and Reach our divided," Lord Varys reports.
"Divided? Between whom," Kevan asked.
"Margaery and Willas. Willas is declared for Joanna the one true queen his words." Lord Varys said.
"Dornish ships have been reported sailing toward Dragonstone," A knight reports.
"Enough, Out all of you" Tywin yelled slamming his fist down on the table.
Too much was out of his control. The men filed out of the room as wails and cries of women echoed throughout the halls of Red Keep. A servant brought in a goblet of wine as Tywin sank into his chair. Why in Seven Hells would Dorne go to Dragonstone? There had to be something he did not know.
"What is all that racket," Tywin growled.
"Forgive them mi lord, the city watch killed all of King Robert's bastard children," The servant reports.
"Tell the guard to bring my daughter to me," Tywin growled.
In the temple of R'hllor in Volantis. Priestess Faeyesa Hotin stood by Viserys near a ditchfire. The temple was filled with the Ostar family, The triarchs of the Volantis family. Viserys had somehow convinced that his taking a second wife would spare his young child bride from doing her duties to providing him with an heir until she was closer to being of age. Alaera stood near Illyrio with a smug look on her face. Naella stood near Arianne Martell. They held hands and quietly whispered. Naella had a sad look on her face.
"Lead us from darkness, O my Lord. Fill our hearts with fire, so we may walk your shining path. R'hllor, you are the light in our eyes, the fire in our hearts, the heat in our loins. Yours is the sun that warms our days, yours the stars that guard us in the dark of night," Faeyesa recited.
"Lord of Light, defend us. The Night is dark and full of terrors. Lord of Light protect us," The wedding guests said in response.
"R'hllor who gave us breath, we thank you. R'hllor who gave us day we thank you," Faeyesa called.
"We thank you for the sun that warms us. We thank you for the stars that watched us. We thank you for our hearths and for our torches that keep the savage dark at bay," the Wedding guests said in response to Faeyesa.
Kinvara walks with Daenys leading her to the ditch fire where Faeyesa and Viserys stand.
"Identify yourself," Kinvara said.
"Daenys of house Ostar," Daenys said trembling voice.
Kinvara kissed the crown on her head walking away. She headed beyond the ditch fire. There was a look in her eyes like she knew this was a doomed marriage. But it was the will of R'hllor.
"Who claims her," Faeyesa asked.
"Viserys Targaryen third of his name the rightful King of Westeros," Viserys answered.
"Do you share their fire with your wife to warm her when the night is dark and full of terrors?" Faeyesa asked Viserys then repeated her question to Daenys. They both nodded their heads. Faeyesa motioned that they jump the ditch fire.
Viserys and Daenys joined hands and jumped the fire emerging as one. Viserys removed her orange maiden cloak and placed a black cloak with blood red three-headed-dragon on cloak on her back.
Maester Aemon sat in his chambers in Castle Black. A raven letter rested on his desk. He was waiting for Lord Commander Joer Mormont to come. He had sent for him when the recruit said the letter was from Dragonstone. So many thoughts race through his mind. His white blind eyes looked toward the fireplace. Joer Mormont came into his chambers.
"You wanted to see me Maester Aemon," Joer addressed.
"Lord Commander a message from Dragonstone, read it to me," Maester Aemon said.
Maester Aemon motioned to the letter on the desk. Joer walked over with his hand on Longclaw. He picked up the letter. It had seals of a three-headed dragon and stag together. The Targaryen and Baratheon sigil combine into one.
"Maester Aemon, I maester of Dragonstone at the request of her Grace, Queen Joanna of House Baratheon first of her name. Queen of the Andals, The Rhoynar, and First Men. Lady Regent of Seven Kingdoms. The unburnt, and Mother of Dragons and her husband King Aegon Targaryen six of his name King of the Andals, The Rhoynar and First Men, Lord Regent of Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the realm, The unburnt, and father of dragons. Command you to write to Citadel confirming that they were wed under the eyes of seven at Wall. They state you performed the marriage. For they wish to rule as one The dragons have returned to the world. Seventeen of them. They had new scars on both of their lips, and it seemed their hands. I have heard that they are also wed by fourteen flames of old Valyria. It seems that fire and blood will reign.
Maester Cressen" Lord Commander Joer read.
Jeor's eyes met Maester Aemon. Suddenly the image of Aeron Dayne flashed in his head. How close Joanna seemed with her guard. Then his mind went to the two swords that Aeron Dayne carried. One was Blackfyre the Targaryen Kings' blade. The blade of Aegon the Conquer.
"I will write to brother Coren Manderly at Eastwatch. Telling him that he has new orders. He returns Visenya's Sword of House Targaryen that found beyond the Wall during Robert's Rebellion. A fitting gift to the new Queen of Westeros. And Maester Aemon send that letter you must report it," Lord Commander Joer commanded.
"I am glad they have each other. A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing," Maester Aemon commented.
The Wedding Feast for Daenys and Viserys went on for hours at Vhassar Manor. Lady Serylla Vhassar was sat in place of honor. There was a slight swell on her tiny frame. Her father looked less than pleased with Viserys second marriage. He glared over to Alaera who was talking with the Maegyr family. Daenys' hand was held tightly by Viserys. He smiled at her and she returned it. Her eyes looked around the room everyone was celebrating. She was still thinking that this spelled their doom. She noticed a man that looked like he was out of place.
"A gift for the rightful King of Westeros, for his queen upon this happy day," Jorah said looking longingly at Daenys.
"Thank you, Ser…?" Viserys asked.
"Ser Jorah Mormont of Bear Island. I only ask to serve the rightful King of Westeros. To help him ascend his throne," Jorah told him.
"Good, you are welcome in my court. I do believe you have not met my first wife. Lady Serylla Vhassar. She carries my child as we speak. With any luck, my second wife will be quick with her duty too. Come join the feast." Viserys laughed.
Jorah had a forced smile on his face. His eyes were locked on Daenys' pale lilac eyes. He noticed she did not seem as happy as the rest of the party. The Vhassar family was not happy either. But they couldn't do anything about him taking a second wife. As long as Serylla was one to provide him with an heir all would be right with the world. His eyes traveled around the room his eyes caught sight of what looked like Martell woman talking with another silver-haired woman.
Naella was talking with Arianna Martell. Arianna's eyes went wide at the sight of Ser Jorah Mormont. Naella caught her lover's displeasure. She turned and looked at the men.
"What is Arianna?" Naella asked.
"That is Jorah Mormont he was sentenced to death for the crime of selling poachers into slavery. A trade that has been outlawed in Westeros. He is not here for his own will. If I have guessed he is here to earn a pardon," Arianna told her.
Viserys stood taking Daenys with him. She was pulled behind him as they exited to attend to the bedding. Daenys' eyes caught her sister's gaze. She noted the cold hard look on Naella's face as she stared at Jorah Mormont.
"To answer your early question. Those colors are the house colors of House Baratheon. Viserys is not the only Targaryen left in this world. My cousin Aegon, son of Rhaegar and Elia is still alive," Arianna told Naella.
Tygett knocked on Joanna's Chambers. He had Gendry with him. Gendry looked like he was out of place. He had no clue because he was even brought to Dragonstone. Let alone why he was given an audience with Queen Joanna. His eyes look at Ser Rolland Storm who was guarding the door.
"Enter" Joanna called.
Tygett pushed open the door. He watched her back. She stood by the bed. She was feeding the baby dragons pieces of cooked meat. Meraxes passed between Joanna and visitors.
"Gendry Waters as you requested your grace," Tygett announced.
"Thank your Ser Tygett you may leave us. Close the door when you leave," Joanna ordered as she turned slightly to lock her eyes with Tygett.
Gendry entered the room. His eyes traveled around the large chamber. He noticed the dragons painting around and craving around the room. He was taking it all in. He was so entranced that he did not notice the door shut. His eyes went to Meraxes when he felt a lioness's fur brushing against him. All the while, Joanna observed him. She remembered the paintings of the Lords and Lady of Rock. That dated back to Lann the Clever. The first Lannister king of Westerlands. But the image that played in Joanna's mind was that of her great-grandmother Lady Jeyne Marbrand. When he finally looked up at Joanna. Vermithor rested on her shoulder.
"Your Grace," Gendry said dropping to his knees and bowing his head.
Joanna moved forward until she was in front of him. Only Meraxes was between them. She dropped to her knees. Her hand lifted up his chin. He had her father's eyes. Tears started to course down her face. He was her age. Tygett was right seven hells he had Lady Jeyne's nose but looked nearly identical to her father. Vermithor crawled down her arm that had her hand resting on his chin. It was like he wanted to be closer to Gendry.
"Your grace," Gendry said fearfully as his hand touched her tears on her cheek.
"Lord Gendry, rise," Joanna said.
"I am no lord, your grace. I am simply a blacksmith apprentice," Gendry said as he rose to his feet.
Joanna rose to her feet as well. Tears still lingering on her lashes. Vermithor and the rest of the dragons in the room let out clicks and crips, screeches. Vhagar took flight flying the short distance to Joanna's other shoulder.
"No my Lord you are not. You are my brother. Bastard or not you are no threat to me. I offer you a place by my side all you have to do is bend the knee to me. I and I will name you Lord Gendry Baratheon hier to Storms End." Joanna offered.
"I have no want for your throne your Grace. I have no clue how to even run a large keep. I pledge myself to you and your husband," Gendry replied dropping to his knees before her.
"Rise Lord Gendry of House Baratheon. Tell me, what do you remember of your mother," Joanna asked motioning for him to come closer to the dragons.
"She had golden hair and used to sing to me," Gendry said.
"What happened to her," Joanna asked.
"I don't know" Gendry replied as he helped feed the baby dragons.
"My great uncle has a theory as to who your parents are. But it can never be proved. Do you want to know," Joanna told him.
Vermithor rubbed his little head on Gendry's calloused palm. Joanna smiled at that. It only furthered her belief that he was her twin. Gendry laughed as Greyghost rolled in front of his other palm. He had her father smile.
"Who your grace," Gendry asked.
"No more your grace, call me sister or Joanna," Joanna told him.
"Sister," Gendry said unsure at first.
"Ser Tygett believes you are my younger twin brother. That father was King Robert Baratheon and your mother is Cersei Lannister," Joanna told him.
"What do you believe sister," Gendry asked.
"I believe it is possible. You would be an even bigger threat to Jaime and Cersei's children. A true-born son. You would have an even bigger claim to that Throne than I," Joanna said her voice fading at the end.
"I will renounce all claim to that throne. If it means I have a family," Gendry told her familiarly kissing her cheek.
"We'll have a good bride that will help you run Storms End," Joanna laughed knocking shoulder with him.
Tywin sat in his office with a loud sigh. He knew he now had to deal with the mess that his daughter had made. He was not sure if believed the rumors that Joffrey, Tommen, and Myrcella were the product of the incestuous relationship between Cersei and Jaime or not. It did as much as he hated to admit it that it made sense. He would deal with Lord Commander Janos Slynt. He will deal with it swiftly. There would be no taking the black. He will die slowly painfully and quietly. Cersei looked annoyed that she was called. He motioned for the guard to leave before he rose from his seat. He walked around to stand in front of her. He slapped her across her face. It caused her to fall to her knees.
"Father, what was for," Cersei cried.
"What are planning to do about Mya Stone? The only one of his bastards that Robert openly admits to having. By killing all of them here you done nothing more than add fuel to that already burning pyre of rumor," Tywin growled.
Cersei looked up at him in confusion. Tywin caught that look on her face. It was not her who did this but her son. He had heard stories of what a monster he was. Seven Hells, Joffrey was one that nearly killed Joanna as a child.
"If he cannot be controlled, he is no better than Mad King. And we both know what happened to Mad King." Tywin growled.
AN: Thank You for your support. I hope you like it. Let me know. Who do you belive Gendry's wife will be?