I won…

A brown-haired young male coughed blood as his lips curled up on a satisfied smile. Shalba Beelzebub, the villain of his story finally died. He killed him. Now all he had to do was go back to Rias and the others, right?

Partner, please hold on!

His sacred gear whom he shared so much called out to him. Slowly the young male panted louder and louder. The pain of Samael's curse slowly fading away and ravaging his soul. Was that a good thing?

Issei! Azazel and the others are going to open the Dragon Gate soon. If the gate opens, we can go home!

He had a bad feeling, that he won't be able to go back home. He knows that. Yet, what was the first thing that he should do when he goes back home?

"You won't make it." The dragon god Phis decalred monotonously.

"Of course…I will." He panted weakly, a symbol of his end. "I still haven't…had sex…with Rias. Or Akeno, I…want to have children…with Xenovia. I want to catch up…with Irina. I want to see…Koneko and Ravel…get along. And I…I promsied Asia that…that we would, stay by each others' side…" The pitiful ill young hero couldn't even get up at all.

"These girls mean a lot to you." Ophis noted.

He coughed more blood.

"I…*pant* also gave…dreams and goals." Yet it was foolish, slowly his eyes got watery.

Reality was far harsher, death is simply a moment that is slowly unforgiving and striking with finality.

"Can you tell me?" She requested, and the young male passionately tried to speak with his last breath.

He spoke about adventures. Surpassing his rivals, becoming the ultimate servant for his dear Rias. And his desire to be loved, deep down that was all he desired. After knowing only the hatred of many for so long, simple love was what had a man happy. Yet, not to be. His vision blurred ever so slowly, and the pain slowly dulled out. His panting growing harder.

"Ophis…why did…someone like you. Create the Khaos Brigade?" He inquired.

"Huh? Why are you asking such a thing at a time like this?" She asked back.

"You saved them. You saved Asia and Irina."

"I returned the favor." Ophis replied.

"Asia, and Irina. Are very important to me."

The sky was cold to see.

"You saved them. That is the reason I came to save you. Why join them?" He took his time to speak in between his tired breaths.

"I created the Khaos Brigade, for them all to swear an oath to aid me in defeating Great Red." She reaffirmed.

"So. What would happen if…he were defeated?" He asked genuinely.

"If Great Red is defeated, then I could return to the Dimensional Gap and obtain silence." He snorted at her foolishness.

"They would've never kept that oath." He pointed out. "They took advantage of you, and misused your power."

Ophis shrugged. "I don't care if they do. As long as they beat Great Red and return me to my rightful home, I wouldn't care."

He beamed.

"The dimensional gap means a lot to you."

The Ouroboros Dragon God explained about why she sought him out to do so. Why she sought him out at his home so that she could fulfill her dream. Find the secret behind the True Dragon and the Heavenly Dragon that lied inside him. Find her own reason to exist. He took a big breath.

"I see. I finally understand."

She was merely a pure obnoxious leader of an entire organization which dedicated to terrorism. His body slowly felt cold, slowly getting sleepy and tired. Becoming each time more difficult to keep his eyes open. "Ophis…do you want to be my friend?" He asked.

"Friend…?" She asked surprised. "How do I benefit from being your friend?"

"I could at least be someone you can talk to."

She shrugged.

"I see. That might be fun."

He took one last breath.

"Hey Ophis. When we, go back home. Do you want, to stay with me…and the others?" The offer made the Dragon God speechless.

"Live with you…the Sekiryuutei?"

He smiled weakly.

"Yeah, I believe that…everyone, would enjoy your company."

She silently nodded.

"I would love that." The dragon God knelt next to my head. "But you won't make it."

"You won't make it in time when the gate opens."

The harshness of reality was something Issei Hyoudou couldn't deny. No matter how much may he try to evade it. This was his death, the end of his journey at life. Was this the end? Most probably. What a tragedy. His life flashed before his eyes; memories of his childhood until now. Was this how he was going to end.

Issei. Ddraig cried. This wasn't his typical cry of grief. But a true cry of sadness. You were the best partner I ever had. You made the impossible possible. You're truly a man of miracles. Even though your perverted nature gave me a lot of grief, you never ceased to amaze me with the miracles you performed. So please…do not die. I don't want to leave your side.

And he wished not to leave Ddraig's side either, but perhaps it was for the best.

"I can see that everyone, even Ddraig, will feel sorrow from your loss. You really are a nice guy. Sekiryuutei. Perverted, but stilla nice guy." Ophis remarked.

"Call me issei." He suggested, he never liked the people calling him for a title.

"Issei." She said his name so gently.

You have had your goodbyes.

"Who are you?"

I'm death. But you can call me, the Stranger. I would rather not have you speak, lest your last companies thing you've grown delirious.

A gigantic portal arrived, with Great Red glancing at the scene.

"Great Red." Ophis declared the name of her fervient enemy.

"It is my time, then." Issei glanced at the stranger, both having a conversation.

Yes.

"please, just a few more minutes. I wish to say goodbye."

I cannot. Time is something I cannot give. My sentence is unanimous thus your death comes now.

Issei closed his eyes and tears cascaded down his eyes. "Will it hurt?"

No.

"What will happen next?" He asked and the Stranger stayed silent, he rather not get involved in the affairs of mortals. However something big was coming, and he needed the best at the front. Issei Hyoudou with his sacrifice has proven something, that he was worth all the other souls he could ever bestow life to.

I need you to carry out an assignment for me, one ever more dangerous and risky than whatever you carried here.

Issei stayed contemplative.

"What assignment?"He asked with interest.

Your new life, your fated new life. I came here, to collect your soul directly. My world has a crisis, you see. Magic caused an anomaly to be birthed, zombies in the ice raise. They threaten to take hold of all life. And while it would've given me more souls. They are not alive nor death, therefore it defies my laws. The only way I can take you is, if you die. It is either this, or the eternal torment of nothingness.

Issei nodded and smiled.

"Could I ask a simple favor."

"Could I take Ddraig with me? Please."

Alright then.

The Stranger Rose its sickle, with a mighty descent the blade tore through the Sekiryuutei's chest, it didn't take long for Ophis and Great Red to see the black cloaked figure, holding the souls of not one but two. Ddraig's soul and Issei Hyoudou's soul.

"Who…are you?" Ophis asked, she was ready to try and send the Sekiryuutei to the past, but this figure has interrupted them. A body without a soul was nothing, the body was gone, as if it was never there.

I'm death, the universal perception of death. You both are blessed to be the concepts you are or you wouldn't have escaped me.

The stranger gave a few steps back, turned around and his sickle's blade open a tear in the very space, colored black and emitting black miasma. The Stranger however knew the fate of this entire world, it had too much misbalance to ever continue its life. He knew its end, and he wasn't going to prevent it. He took advantage of a situation, and took what he needed to save his own priority. The dragon gate opened, revealing the entirety of the DxD Anti-Terrorist Group, or at least the Gremory and the Vali groups.

"Ise."

Rias called out from the collapsing dimensional gap, the Stranger however spared a look at the Silver haired male. In a single blink of an eye, Vali Lucifer grunted and knelt groaning as he glared at the figure whom stood on the same space as before, instead of holding two souls now it held three. On the floor, where Issei's body used to be where the eight peices of Pawn Rias used for him. With her eyes widened, she picked up the pieces.

"Ise." She cried out in shock as Sirzechs Gremory bit his lip at the sight of his shocked sister. "Brother, Ise has dissapeared."

Issei Hyoudou died.

The stranger stated and everyone turned to Death itself.

"No." Asia thought in shock, gasping as tears cascaded down her eyes.

Your world has a terrible misbalance between Life and Death, your Gods entrusted with this balance have grown careless of it. Your world will be destroyed soon and there is no way you can prevent it. And Issei Hyoudou, the only one standing in between such end, is now in my hands. I need him for a specific assignment in his new life, I take the freedom of taking these two dragons for such sake. Better for me to use them somewhere where they'll be useful than such potential being wasted in this condemned world.

Azazel shivered, this being didn't played, he was powerful.

"If the world's ending, why do you inform us then?" He inquired.

For you to enjoy the last moments you have with your loves ones before it all ends.

Rias clutched the evil pieces on her hands, 'till they bled.

"Take me with him." Rias begged, a life without Hyoudou Issei wasn't a life worth living. A life without the man she loved meant nothing.

Are you sure? Are you willing to give your priviledged crib of birth. Have your immortality taken away and be finally harassed by the ghost of father time? Are you willing.

"Yes."

Three were the first voices to answer afterwards without any hesitation, they surprised the Stranger. Akeno, Asia and Rias in that order were the ones whom answered their respective agreement. The stranger felt perhaps merciful, he was a man of word. On each of their laps hourglasses appeared, turned down and grains filling the empty spot fast.

You have until before the hourglass empties it's grains to choose. If you wish to retrieve your answer, all you have to do is break the hourglass. You've all violated time before, what is a mere chance to do so one more time.

The stranger walked through the portal, leaving the shocked group alone.


Prelude

In a land ravaged by war and death, so constantly that death doesn't even needs to collect its due time because of humans enjoy giving to it their offerings for the sake of whatever their mortal plots desire. As a silver-haired bard prince Rhaegar Targaryen pronounced his vows to the Seven to marry his northern wife Lyanna Stark, the Stranger held an entirely new soul; Jon Snow is heroic and honor-bound, but his soul was incomplete, it was done to lean too much to the ice, it was too dark to be gray and for light to ever be in it. Issei Hyoudou instead was too much fire, too much fire leads to too much passion and passion in this world leads to an early death; Issei Hyoudou and Jon Snow to form the carcass of a new soul needed something, a single thing; a mortal inspiration. And from that mortal inspiration of a single human soul, it produced finally the soul of the true prince of the seven kingdoms Isaerys Targaryen, the Prince of Ice and Fire. He needs a grayed individual with a darker visage at life. the Stranger glanced at the Dragon Eggs that the Prince brought for his wife. Depositing the two dragon souls each into an egg they pulsed suddenly with life. And, in the night the Prince was given his beloved's maidenhood Isaerys Targaryen's soul was deposited in her womb. Death must happen, for life to be.

"I'm going."

I was Barely four and ten name-days at the time, when the news reached the entirety of the realm of how my father and my elder brother were viciously murdered by King Aerys, after my father challenged the King to a Trial by Combat, all while his KingsGuard unfazed of the destruction gazed at my father burn. They spoke the names of the cowards that didn't acted, one of them Jamie Lannister. As always, those crud Andal Lions have something to do with the disgraces of the North one way or another. I wanted to go and face him, I didn't knew if brother knew of him or not, but I wasn't going to let it go unpunished.

"You need me Eddard. They were my family too. Lya is my sister just as much as she is yours!"

I cried out, bellowed, roared at my brother to let me take up arms alongside him, but I could already hear my heart beat skipping in fear due to the fact that I knew what he was going to say.

"Benjen, Father and Brandon are dead. A stark must always remain in winterfell and protect the children brother. My Lady Wife Catelyn could very well be carrying a Stark in her belly already. The chances of Catelyn actually bearing my child is slim to none. If I die you become Lord of Winterfell and the King in the North and protector of the Children. As the pact of the First Men and the Children we've always followed."

"Ned."

Staying like that for a short amount of time, Ned releases me from the embrace not removing his hands though, squeezing my shoulders instead, the way father used to do when we did well on a hunting trip.

"It would be a lie if I don't admit I feel better knowing you are here. I don't want to lose any more family Ben, nor do I want to risk Catelyn. She shall be new to the North and does not know of our ways, of the children, of the giants, of the Wildlings and the Watch, of the enemy harassing every winter night. I need you to be here to protect her, to protect winterfell, protect our way of life and our culture, there must always be a Stark in Winterfell. This time, you're that Stark Benjen. Please keep out home safe." Brother wore Aeglos, the Armor of the Stark Heirs whenever they march to war on the south, though due to the status of not being a heir, he took it after himself to wear it. It made my heart feel at ease for as no other metals except Dragonglass and Fire could ever cause a minor dent on that armor.

And I didn't cry, not at that moment.

"I will Ned. Please, bring Lyanna back."

"I will try Ben, if she still lives I will bring her home."

Howland Reed walked over to us, still short to the rest of the men but he looks healthier now. Happier as he had been before the war broke out. I took the arm of my brother's old friend and beseech him a promise.

"Watch out for my brother."

"Always. Just as you all had watched out for me." Howland swears and telling ned its time to go. Maester Luwin's cough of that last winter lingers, my heart fears for him, for the last vestige the family had in our loyal maester being claimed by the winter. As Father, Brandon and Lyanna were.

As the horses marched out, Winterfell was left alone and the North left without all of its Lords, in the second Half of Winter before the Spring. Never has the North been so vulnerable since the times of the Long Night, and never has Winterfell been so lonely.

"*Cough* *Cough*."

I turned to glance at Maester Luwin staring at the retreating Stark Lord, Uelin, the forest child in the care of the Stark's godswood escorted my side. Sharing with me the painful moment of seeing brother go.

"Come boy, I have to start teaching you your duties."

I dourly nodded in acceptance, no Stark of Winterfell can just be standing there doing nothing, winter is still going on and probably a Stark will be needed.

That winter was cold that each time I remember it it still makes my spine shiver, Maester Luwin prepared me as much as he could for my role as Lord Stark during the second Half of Winter, as a war was fought in the south. And with tragedy winter claimed Maester Luwin's life, with him going away for me any hopeful feelings I had.

In what used to be his office, now empty by the housemaids to prepare for the next Maester to come, if there will ever be a next time for House Stark that is. The following week after Maester Luwin's death I hopefully waited for my Brother's letter or any news regarding him, but sadly, I found none. And each time I turned a glance to Uelin she remained silent with an apologetic glance, this much silence makes my heart feel weighted and blinds my emotions.

*Knock* *Knock*

"Enter." Dully replying to the Guard knocking I was received respectfully by the few dozens of the Castle's guard left.

"Lord Benjen, men from Bear Island have come."

"Receive them with their due guest right Ser and have their grievances written, I…I shall wait for my brother's letter here."

The sole member of the pack now, Eddard has left it and now is the lone wolf that goes to the south. There is however no time to mingle himself with the thoughts of the realm when his brother is fighting outside against the Kingdoms.

Silence

Uelin said that day. A knock was heard and I turned, grunting.

"Enter."

The door was opened by Lady Maege Mormont, aunt to the heir of Bear Island. The Guard interrupted.

"I apologize for interrupting you m'Lord, but our visit was quite adamant in seeing you."

"Lady Maege, I assure you that the moment we can have disposition of grain and goods you'll be notified."

I droned not even turning at them at all, turning once more my attention to the table, waiting for my brother's letter to magically appear.

"Calm down pup, we come here to confirm that we accept your formal request to have my daughter Dacey as your company during your regency as Lord Stark." I slowly turned to them, not exactly knowing what they talked about.

Then I realized it. And my eyes started to grow watery.

It was Maester Luwin whom knew the winter was going to take him and wanted me not to be alone in Winterfell. Lady Maege and her daughter, a dark haired maiden three name-days his minor at most. House Mormont based in Bear Island on the Northwest. Actually Ser Jorah Mormont took south with his brother Eddard, leaving the temporary leadership to his aunt, since his father Jeor took the mantle of Lord Commander of the Night-s Watch after his wife died of her third miscarriage. A stout, dark-haired woman and a fierce warrior dressed in patched ringmail with her favored weapon a spiked mace.

Called by many as the Legendary She-Bear of Bear Island, for the many Iron-born Raids she stopped and pirates she claimed with her mace. Bear Island is the poorest of our vassals and the ones whom receive less, the Winters on Bear Island have made their people gruff and rough, even more than ours in the mainland. Due to their poverty they hand out part of little they have as tax and are given just the same amount in spare, most of what they have is spent in a constant battle against the Iron Born assaults. Lady Maege has only one daughter, probably would have a second by now probably, in case Ser Jorah ever perishes in the rebellion. Turning to Lady Maege, opening my dried mouth about to explain them the situation.

"I apologize my Lady, but, M-m-maester L-luwin wrote the letter without my knowledge." Arising my head, ready to face the consequences and with a sullen face I continued.

"We just buried Maester Luwin yesterday after the winter took him."

"On behalf of house Mormont you have our condolences my Lord." Lady Dacey, a maiden of mere ten name-days spoke kind words I haven't heard and that we weren't allowed to feel yet, for as war has been set on our hearts ever since father and brandon went to the south.

"I shall leave you two cubs alone."

"A-."

"It all started with a simple slight. A pair of southern Reach knights mocked Howland Reed and picked on him, Lyanna defended Howland and scared the knights off as she swung a sword wildly." I laughed when Lyanna nagged to me cursing about pompous southern knights.

"She promised Howland justice, therefore she registered to the Joust just as the knights that mocked him, stealing some gold coins from father's and Brandon's purses she bought an impromptu armor, took a Rivermen steed and asked for her sigil to be a green tree with laughing faces. Entering to the Tourney of Harrenhall as the knight of the Laughing tree. She defeated the first knight in the melee yet nobody noticed it since she scurried away during the wild charge of the free for all." He smiled in remembrance how his sister looked epic unseating southern knights.

"The second and Third Knights were unseated in the jousts, one after the other, she never got down of the horse." He closed his eyes and his eyes grew bitter. "But King Aerys hated mystery knights, he was paranoid and seeing enemies everywhere. He demanded for the Knight's head to be brought before him and the Prince Rhaegar sought out and found Lyanna hiding in the household of a small-folk trader. There is where they both met, and where Rhaegar fell for my sister and my sister…fell for him."

A gasp was heard in the room and I bit my lip.

"N-n-Ned insisted to father Rickard to marry Robert to Lyanna, she hated Robert, he lied with every woman in the realm and already had an unrecognized bastard. And Father in his wisdom followed Ned's advice, I tried convincing father otherwise knowing that if I told Ned I would hurt his heart, but…but Father was unmoving. I told her, I told Lya I tried but I failed. She told me of the letters, of the correspondence in secret she kept with the Prince and the Princess. Princess Elia had a stillbirth that almost took her life, they replaced Aegon with a bastard in hopes for Rhaegar finding a new wife to sire a prince. Lya loved the Prince and wished to be with him. I told her to speak with father and make him understand, but all she did was hold my shoulder and tell me It will be alright, before you know it, I'll bring Rhae and Ellia for our wedding in the Godswood, with the Children singing and the Old Gods to watch. But she needed a day, a date and a moment to do so…and I, I made that moment. I rushed my brother Brandon's wedding to Catelyn in the Riverlands and before Maester Luwin could read the letter, with the help of Uelin's advice I forged Lord Hoster's letter and have Brandon go a few days in the Riverlands before the wedding."

"And when Father went to say his goodbye's to Brandon, in the Godswood gate. Rhaegar came with Ser Arthur Dayne and Ser Oswell Whent; I saw her go with them. It was all my fault." I couldn't handle my sadness anymore, at the tragedy of my household caused by by own foolishness in attempting to give Lyanna a chance." I hung my head and cried, not without however finding myself in her arms.


A Quiet Wolf's Tragedy

The cruel stench of death invaded his nose, floods of corpses that fought littered the grassy planes of the Red Fork. The battle was fierce, they all battled well and they gave their all. He fought alongside Stormlanders, Riverlanders and Valelanders; all of them in a strange brotherhood sought out the same goal, to depose the Mad King Aerys II Targaryen, of course the motives were different. Some wanted for power, and the North…justice. . He tried to search for a way to make them yield, but war was war and Uelin's lessons were now more onto him than ever.

An unmovable wolf before the chaotic fires you are. Had it easy did you hmm? We'll see, we'll see.

He was healed from his superficial wounds by the master, on his tent the Northern Lords that followed him and marched south for Justice paid attention well, Lord Alaric Goldstark Lord of the Mountain and the man who sets order in the Mountain Clans. One of the Richest Lords of the North dressed in an armor with pelts as the northern way dictated and some plates with ornaments of Golden Wolves here and there. The man's dirty blond beard characteristic. William Skagstark meanwhile stood on the edge of the tent while the other Northern Lords talked the deep black haired man with short hair and a very long deep black beard untrustfully gazed at the southern encampments. The descendant of the Wandering Wolf was raised in between Giants, magical northern creatures, landed wildlings and children of the forest. In the deepest North, the man's combat weapons were an axe and a one-handed hammer. William 'Armor Splitter' Skagstark was a deadly man no doubt with bulging muscles that paled to his elder brother brandon's and a gigantic visage for an average man. Rumors had it that his mother lied with a Giant and bore him. Either way, Skagos was the most loyal subject of House Stark and they marched south with the Giants, the Battle of the Bells saw merely a fraction of the North's power.

When the leftover forces of the North met with the entirety o the Southern ones, the Giants under Mag the Mighty that marched through the neck were prepared, that by the time the Loyalists met with the Rebels on the Trident, there was no comparison. The Loyalists were Decimated, the Earth Quaked by the mightiness of the Giants, the spears and arrows of the Ice Elves of Sheepshead Hills under the leadership of Lord Fineangol Frystery, the Ice Elf Lord and leader of the Ice Elf Clans.

However, a slimmer northern lord lord dressed in a Slim armor, not plate but more leather and pelt had his arms crossed and a semblance of uneasiness. Lord Beron Ironstark reflected his impatience, his traits that of the first men yet also with Ironblood on his veins. The Ironstarks were based in the Flint Cliffs and were always hit by the incursions of the Ironborn in the North, they were met with the harsh bronze and iron of the North. "The Ironborn will take advantage of this." Lord Beron replied calmly as Rickard Karstark snorted.

"Aye, Ol' Balon wont hesitate to attack us first." Rickard's reply was met with Eddard's own frown. "We have to first end this war."

It wasn't anything new that Lords Beron, Alaric and William were the loudest when Hoster Tully demanded Eddard's hand for the sake of honoring the marriage, all northern Lords were defiant but the three were the ones that didn't hesitated to offer their weapons to put Hoster Tully on his place. Of course, he appreciated the offers but had to deny them for the sake of not damaging the fragile rebel alliance at that moment. His Father's ambitions and plans have already been set into motion and thus nothing could be done. "What now?" Maege Mormont was the one that offered first as he glared at the map of Westeros, the Northern tent summoned the silence for its Lord who glared at the Map of Westeros. This war thus far has only been beneficial in defeating the Rebels decisively. What can the Loyalists do when the North summoned its grand total of 65,000 forces ready to die for their Stark Lord and obtain justice. Children of the Forest, Giants and First Men descendants, the living proof of the Pact of Ice and Fire. If only the King of the Children, Three Eyed Raven, could've descended. However, even the Children held traditions closer than the First Men and thus they apologized by sending their best Dancing Warriors. Winter descended to House Targaryen and the South saw it.

"I need to take some air." Eddard replied hotly turning around, as he left the camp a female child of the forest prepared for battle escorted him alongside the steps of Wun Wun, one of the peaceful giants and kin to Mag the Mighty. Her name is Leaf from what he remembered, she lead one of the many groups of children. Many saw it, the dance between Leaf and Prince Lewyn Martell and how the Dornish Prince was defeated by the fierce Forest Child. Leaf was a proficient Sword Dancer of the Seven-Sword Style, Prince Lewyn Martell had no chance. Passing by the Stormland Tents, the gaze of many didn't left the Northern Lord who so naturally attracted the gaze due to his particular personal guards and company.

"I can feel it." Leaf replied cryptically earning his concern as they approached the tent. Outside his surrogate father figure paced back and forth with nervousness.

"Oh Gods Ned, you're well." Jon Arryn didn't hesitated to embrace him and he embraced back his surrogate father. "What is the matter?" The stormlanders were silent all while Jon Arryn could only unsettle him as they distanced from the tent.

"As you might've grown aware, Robert was fighting in the Loyalist heavy ground. When Rhaegar arrived, the poisoned spears of dorne were with him alongside Ser Barristan Selmy and Ser Lewyn Martell." Jon Arryn spoke earning his nod, Robert was always brash enough to always be in the center of the fighting mashing people with his Warhammer.

"Ser Lewyn Martell is dead." He stated to his surrogate father's surprise. "You killed him?" He asked.

Yet he shook his head, that glory belonged to Leaf. The Sword Dancer decimated the Kingsguard with ease, the battle was one for the legends and for the Northmen and Children to sing. Pointing to Leaf, it earned his surrogate father's surprise.

"Leaf fought against Lewyn and defeated him."

No doubting the claim that was given by his surrogate son after staring at the female with at least seven short-swords strapped to her back in different angles, no one doubted the female's claim.

"Anyhow." His surrogate father continued. "Robert faced the Spears of Dorne, the Maesters are doing all they can for him. Yet they have a very bad prognosis for him, I…I couldn't look at how he ended."

He couldn't think about the death of his surrogate brother, but things had to go on and they had to march and get the mad king. His blood sang for justice.

"We cannot hesitate, we have to march to Kings landing, even a day of delay will cause them to be against us." His surrogate father did a nervous frown.

"How do you expect the Capital to give away itself when the Lannisters are actively marching towards the city." His surrogate father stated desperatingly yet he feared not, he promised winter shall march on the South and that is what shall happen. "We can't also guarantee that the Royal Family isn't already ready to sail into Dragonstone."

This made Eddard frown, as his fists balled. His surrogate brother was wounded and the Capital was almost a day from being taken.

"Make them March Jon; Robert can be treated on a carriage by the maesters. Winter will reach King's Landing…that's a promise." Like a true northern Lord he turned around brisky and rushed as fast as he could into the tent, his Norhtern Lords were scattered and murmuring between them when he arrived.

"Leaf, I need a unit of your dancers to intercept any possible ships in the Blackwater Bay. Another unit, stop the Lannisters from taking the city. And I need storm, I need the waters to prevent any ships from leaving and drizzle in case they try to use fire." The female commander of the Children nodded firmly as she understood her duty.

"MagMar Tun Doh Weg. I request an opening for us."

His fluent Old Tongue spoke in favor of his cause, which caused the Giant to agree wholeheartedly to the request the King of Winter of House Stark asked as both figures marched to get their men and supplies ready, he went into the map.

"Robert was heavily wounded. While I am aware of the damage that does to morale, we are all going to march. Whether the Riverlands, The Stormlands and the Vale follow are not of my concern. We shall surrender Kingslanding with no bloodshed. Prepare the men my Lords, we march tomorrow to King's Landing at first light." He marked his orders well and all his Lords left the tent just as they were summoned to prepare the men to march for tomorrow, as he left the tent also. In the fields of the Trident, away from the camps, was a lonely Weirwood tree. Sitting in it, he meditated on his decisions today in between his legs was his family's ancestral Valyrian Steel Sword Ice.

'Why did I got involved in this. My way is in the north?' He asked yet however he also pondered on it. 'Father was killed, Brandon also. They were killed in the south, they were going to kill me. My sister was kidnapped by Prince Rhaegar, never has my family been so slighted as it has been today. Justice must be imparted.' His resolute thoughts got him to be unbiased on what he had to do. Even if he was fostered in the south, his heart is of the north and he knows that the Northern justice is to take heads and nothing else.

The one who passes the sentence, should swing the sword.

With that adage his very father lectured him the first time he saw his father behead a traitor of the Night's Watch. It was a crass reminder of how justice is taken in the North. He holds an extreme loyalty to his best friend Robert, he marched alongside him when King Aerys called for his head and Jon Arryn's. Robert showed inspiring loyalty in the south as he crossed the north to get to winterfell and call banners. Robert had family yet to go, he lost no one in this war except minor lords and soldiers, he hoped his friend understood why he was doing all this. Yes, even though he cared not for his siblings, they were still his. To Robert Stannis is a stiff prick and Renly a little baby prancing around the castle in Storm's End. He did not love them, and if given a choice, he would have Ned as a brother instead of the lot of them. To Robert Ned is his real brother. And he didn't had to say more about people speaking of the glorious Robert Baratheon defeating Rhaegar under the Loyalists that now have thrown the towel. Defeating Prince Rhaegar Targaryen in the Battle of the Trident, and already he heard of how Robert smashed Rhaegar's ruby-encrusted breastplate with his warhammer, sending the jewels scattered in the water. The village people had already started searching for the So-called jewels scattered in the waters. Each of course would be able to fetch a high price, of course, it had been the power to bring a poor man to riches if the money gained was spent wisely. Perhaps they already heard of the brief argument he had with Robert on the way to the Ford and how he used their vīlībāzma-tindon or cause of war for short against him taking the throne and instead now the prospect to King of the Seven Kingdoms was debating with the Stranger after being poisoned by the Spears of Dorne. And he was hesitant, he had the resources to heal Robert, the best healers in the realm were at his disposition, the very Magical Force of the North at his disposition. The sorcery of the Children could heal wounds and poisons of any kind, however he was aware that the Southern and Robert's bannermen would bash him than praise him for his aid. And the Children have pledged their forces to the cause of the North, not of the South. In moments like these, all he could do was pray for his friend.

"Am I interrupting something?" His surrogate father approached to him, as he sat in the roots of the big lonely tree, nodding thus allowing him entrance.

"You weren't made for the south Ned. You should've married Catelyn without protesting."

"The woman that was supposed to be my Brother's Jon? Even that's a low for me. I married to fulfill an alliance, Yet...I know I will grow to love her and my son she will carry."

Jon Arryn sighed, and he didn't care his surrogate's disappointment in that regard. When they marched through Riverrun Hoster tried to marry him with Catelyn to keep his oath to her, it was there where he was angered and snapped at the bastard. He made it clear that Oaths kept by his father and brandon were to his father and to brandon. But as Lord he'll fulfill his duty for the sake of Honor.

I shall marry, however I shan't rest until i get my OWED justice.

He didn't meant to snap at Hoster that way or to upset the Riverlords but it was necessary for him to emphasize that he wasn't going to be merry. Not when he grieved his family members and where he felt vengeful and with a deep thirst for justice.

"The throne is what matters Ned. There are things you need to know."


Kings Landing Gates

As the shores of the Blackwater bay were now wild, drizzle descended upon King's Landing and the stormy clouds thundered lightning. Mag the Mighty held a spear, their distance from the red keep was still considerable the Dragon Gate of Kings Landing was still far away and of course such barred gates couldn't be opened. Eddard Stark turned his gaze to Mag the Mighty who with a brief nod; Jon Arryn and Hoster Tully glanced at the gargantuan menace take a hold of a gigantic spear and running forward, the gigantic beast of a man threw the spear, as the children chanted words in Old Tongue and the winds shifted to their favor.

Ka-boom!

Even the Dragon Gates paled in comparison to the strength of Mag the Mighty, the Dragon Gates were collided open as the forces of the Rebels marched into the city. His best friend Robert however even in his wounded state roared in approval as the Gates of Kingslanding were cut like knife through butter by the Giants under Mag the Mighty; yet when his horse galloped through the city, he saw Gold Cloaks attempting to rape a woman. Maege and Rickard Karstark didn't hesitated to bring down the rapers, as the rebels walked through the devastated capital; the Entity of the iron throne was unoccupied, King Aerys II Targaryen lied in a pool of blood on the stairs of the Iron Throne. He closed his eyes, feeling sad; angry, the purpose of the North being in a rebellion was now useless.

"About time you arrived, I was hoping someone would occupy the throne." Paired with Jaime Lannister's confident voice made him want to explode against the world.

"I would stay silent if I was you Kingslayer." He preached and whispers followed afterwards, of course Tywin Lannister was already disturbed and angered by the words stated to his son but he had no way to defeat the words given. As Robert walked inside the room, the Lord of the Westernlands revealed the cloak that will forever haunt his nightmares. Princess Elia Martell dead, alongside her was a recently bared barely recognized child which was the prince of the throne Aegon Targaryen.

I see no children, I see Dragonspawn!

The Red Mountains

William Skagstark

Beron Ironstark

Leaf

The dry and hard desert winds billowed against his face as he looked to the infamous Tower of Joy where his sister Lyanna Stark was being held. A northern Force of his most trusted men; his close friends William Skagstark, Alaric Goldstark and Beron Ironstark made him company, both were the future lords of their holds and of his age. William, Alaric and Beron were mostly silent in their appraisal of the scene as were Leaf, an Elite Dancer of the Children of the Forest who brought with her a tiny unit of her best warriors and the Mag the Mighty sent one of his best in Wun Wun, the friendly giant wouldn't hesitate to decimate to defend the King of Winter. William Dustin, Ethan Glover the former Squire of Brandon, Martyn Cassel, Theo Wull and Mark Ryswell also were with him. With a tiny batallion, he broke the siege of Storm's end and left Alaric to oversee the peaceful transition of power back to Stannis.

After throttling through the desert sands of the Red Mountains by taking the Prince's Pass, what oversaw them now was the imposing tower.

'This is where he held her.' He thought with anger as he trotted his horse faster. He was meant not to be Lord of anything, nevermind the Lord Paramount of the biggest kingdom in westeros, alas also the poorest one. Yet he was because of his brother's recklessness and the madness of a King.

He would've been happy earning his way in this shit-world through a number of different ways. It didn't truly matter as long as he stayed North of the Neck. His youngest surviving brother, Benjen at the moment was doing his own battle by battering through the season while being the Stark in winterfell. Alone, in Winterfell. He could only shiver at what his brother might feel. As his eyes stared at the base of the tower, he saw three figures wearing the unmistakeable white cloaks and silver armor with the tri-headed dragon sigil emblazoned on their chest-plates, singling out the members of Aerys Targaryen's kingsguard. The two most famous of them, of course only lacking one which already was defeated in the trident Ser Barristan Selmy. He was extremely tired, therefore he deliberatedly chose to strategize; Leaf and the Children would corner the Knight's from behind the tower by scaling the tower.

"Theo, Beron, Will and Mark will scale with Leaf and the children. William Skagstark, Howland, Ethan and Martyn you're with me." He turned to Leaf who gave him a nod.

"Our voice shall be heard."

With those unconfounded orders, Leaf and the Children retreated. Following them were Theo Wull, Beron Ironstark, William Dustin and Mark Ryswell. With a frown, they got ready when they heard the voices of the children to finally ambush them. He wanted to get over with the war, it was one disappointment behind another one. When Tywin Lannister even proposed the marriage between Robert and his daughter as if pardoning of his son for Kingslaying was not enough. The war which caused much of the destruction and with the Targaryen Coffers being emptied by the time they reached Kings Landing, caused their cause of war to be corrupted by gold. By the time a breeze of wind washed over them all, it indicated time. They approached to the Tower of Joy, where the deep voice of Ser Gerold Hightower, the Lord Commander of Aerys II's kingsguard, cut with experience. A face sobered frame with a grey beard and hair.

"Lord Stark." Ser Gerold received.

"Ser Gerold, Ser Arthur, Ser Oswell." He returned with his neutral voice. "I sought you out at the Trident."

"You're a long way from the North, Lord Stark." Ser Gerold's grim voice received him. This caused him to further frown. How could they be so calm at the death's doorstep? It wrecked him, it made him feel angered and frustrated that these men were so blind to the faults of those they so blindingly believed in. Argh.

"When Kingslanding fell, Ser Jaime slew your king with a golden sword. And I wondered; Why weren't you there to protect your King?"

"Our prince wanted us here." Replied Ser Arthur, the Sword of the Morning nonchantly. "Or Aerys would yet sit on the Iron Throne; and our false brother would burn in Seven Hells." Gerold said dully. "Woe to your usurper have we been. His body lying beneath that river. And the King would still live, our fake brother wouldn0t be driving his sword behind the King's back, maybe…it was all for the good of the realm." Ser Oswell replied, carrying the distinctive helmet emblazoned with a black bat with its wings spread.

"I came down on Stornm's end to lift the siege. Lord Tyrell and Redwyne dipped their banners, all their knights have bent the knee to pledge us fealty. I was certain you would be among them."

Ser Arthur Dayne however was defiant. "Our knees don't bent easily." Said Ser Arthur with narrowed eyes.

"Ser Willem Darry and Ser Jonothor Darry fled to Dragonstone, with your Queen and Prince Viserys. I thought you might've sailed with them."

Oswell snorted. "Ser Willem is a good man and true."

"But not of the Kingsguard." Added Ser Gerold. "And the Kingsguard does not flee."

"We swore a vow." Ser Oswell added.

Ser Arthur donned his helm and sheath, the famous Dawn on one hand and another sword on other seeing this both Kingsguard and fellow bannermen did the same.

"You're surrounded Sers; I'll ask once. Where is my Sister?" Eddard Stark snarled in a commanding voice.

Ser Gerold and Ser Oswell turned back to stare at least at five Archers all of them, all pointing at them; alongside six swordsmen who were already behind them. The Kingsguard were surrounded by a small Army, and by the time Wun Wun made act of presence alongside three other Giants, they knew they were truly defeated.

"What really happened to Princess Elia and the children?" Ser Arthur asked in a very deadly serious manner. And perhaps the Lord Stark hesitated, but replied with an even voice.

"Princess Elia was raped and murdered by the mountain, the Infant Prince's skull was crushed by the Mountain. Ser Jonothor Darry managed to flee with Princess Rhaenys to Dragonstone leaving a moribund Ser Amory Lorch behind. All by the orders of Tywin Lannister, who was allowed to offer his daughter Cersei to marry Robert."

All the three kingsguard froze upon hearing him. Ser Oswell was wide-eyed as was Ser Gerold, they exchanged glances but Ser Arthur's eyes were full of rage.

"And this is how your king started his king started his Kingdom." Ser Arthur Dayne spat venomously, ready to charge at them with his blade drawn. However it all was interrupted by a sharp anguished cry from atop the tower of joy. The knights and his own eyes snapped upwards in direction of the tower.

"Lyanna!"

He cried out his sister's name in anguish as he sprinted towards the tower, by the time he took sprint the knights spooked drew their swords. Yet before anything could be done, Wun Wun and the Giants roared and slammed their foots on the surface causing the earth to quake, Leaf and two other children sang as the knights were immovile, ice underneath their feet didn't allowed them to move.

For a piece of moment, everything else was gone from his head and in his thoughts was only his little sister. The one he failed to protect. How could he be so obsessed over his dead friend and forget he still had a living sister, a sister who cried out in pain and needed him now. He climbed the stairs as his heart beated against his chest, threatening to go out of his body. Yet he resisted and went on, regardless of his own discomfort or pain. It was a long way, heavy and it had no end. As he heard whimpers and pants of pain, each time being louder and louder it gave him more energy as he grunted and went on the steps. Yet his mind felt fear, he felt fear.

He briefly remembered Robert's cries and promises of revenge against the Dragon Prince, however at the same time as he dismissed it he shook his head and resisted the urge to facepalm. How could he not see it? It was all a lie. And it started since Harrenhall. If only he recognized the signs, he wouldn't have done what he did.

'I'm sorry.' He resisted the urge to cry and just kneel as he reached the end of the stairwell at last, a single wooden door in front of him as he busted right through it. He was met with a startled chorus of surprised cries from several different women, mixed with agonized groans coming from the center of the room. His sister, right there in a bed. Bedridden, and taking several pained breathes as she laid there. Immediately rushing to her side and dropping on a knee to be at level with her, taking a hold of her glossy and clammy hand in concerned fright. Her eyes fluttered open and titled her face to meet his own desperate eyes.

"Ned…?" She asked in dazed wonderment and disbelief. "Its really you…?" Tears cascaded down her eyes as she spoke, he nodded, his own cascading too.

"I'm here Lyanna." He answered with a breaking voice as his face held a grimace and closed his eyes to let them cascade from his eyes.

"I shouldn't have."

"Please brother, I missed you." She said softly with a small smile despite the obvious pain. "I'm not strong enough."

She closed her eyes in tragedy, all while she stared at the ceiling. She could see in her a mournful sadness.

"You are brave." Eddard tried to say to his sister, only to be met by her own frightened gaze. "I saw it brother…when they were burned, I warged."

Eddard closed his eyes, shrivering once realizing what his sister saw. She cried out suddenly, shaking him out of his melancholic daydreams and the grip of her hand tightened.

"Lyanna, what's wrong?" Panic overshook him as he scanned her body to try and find source to her anguish. His eyes widening as they landed on a large bulge pushing out from beneath the blankets.

"Is…is that…?" He stammered in shock, comprehension dawning on him. She was pregnant. And the only father could be…

"Yes!" She gasped. "It's our child, Ned." She breathed out in shattered breaths, trying to remain calm. He felt himself be pulled to her as he gazed back to her, her voice pleaded and was remorseful.

"We ran away and married. In both of our faiths; Rhaegar didn't kidnap me. I LOVE HIM! Brandon and Father…they, they didn't had to die! We, we didn't think…and when we finally heard about what happened it was already too late. Then you called banners to overthrow the Targaryen, and I was already pregnant. We…we both knew Robert and the other Lords wouldn't forgive us. Will…will my child be left alone as his?" She asked fearful and Ned spoke out rapidly.

"No, by the Old Gods Lyanna, No."

He closed his eyes.

"I argued against it, against him doing it. For the Old Gods I swore they were innocent in this Lyanna, I tried to argue with him but…but he was maddened. Something took over him, I don't know. He would just preach our Fear and Blood out loud at me as a motive to do that."

"Isaerys won't ever fall. He's the best of us."

Eddard looked down in utter depsair, groaning in anguish. All his family had suffered, everything they'd put the realm through, for nothing. One irrational tyrant and a big misunderstanding caused by two people in love. Why were the Gods so cruel and played games with them?

His sister screamed suddenly, writhing now as the women around came up to her. Placing a wet towel on her head, while drawing a blanket up now and preparing fresh water basins. He turned around near.

"MAESTER! We need a maester."

The grim looks all the ladies and that Ser Arthur, Ser Oswell and Ser Gerold gave him was enough to make him swallow and only cry even more, as he held his sister's hands. As her grip ever so slowly turned weaker and weaker.

"Protect him brother…please. Promise me." He looked into her anguished eyes as they tried to cling to the light of life yet they dulled with the shadow of death.

"Promise me."

"I'll protect him Lyanna, I promise."

"Promise me Ned, make him greater than the conciliator, he will be vengeance and yet peace. You have to, promise me Ned."

"I…"

He swallowed and leaned his forehead to her hand.

"i promise Lyanna, I'll protect protect him for you, always."

Baby cries were heard as blood continued to flow from her body.

"It's a boy!" The maid's cries filled the room as the baby was received and cries were heard. Embracing the baby in her arms, he dedicated some of her last breaths to the young baby before once more handing him and weakly, she turned to the nightstand next to her bedside.

She reached for the crown of winter roses that laid there. And with effort pulled the flowers to her chest and closed her eyes, taking several slow, deep, breaths, inhaling their scent. And then a few, agonizing, moments later. She stopped breathing.

Her grip slackened in his hand and finally went limp. The three knights cried alongside the maids, Isaerys 's cries filled the chillying silence.

After a long moment, he finally let go, petals from the winter roses scattering across the bed in its wake.

He turned away from her lifeless form, if he wanted to remember her he shall for when she was alive and not in her death. Pulling his nephew into his shoulder, crying into the sleepy child. Listening to his steady breath and feeling the slight rhythmic pulse of the babe's tiny heartbeat. He poured out his grief, his despair, and his anguish, trying to take comfort in the warmth next to him, desperately wanting to feel life somewhere now that the stranger has claimed another one he loved.

He just stood there…helplessly weeping for a long time. Whispering his apologies to the boy; he could only sigh in sadness. The boy was a perfect amalgamation of both; he had the dragon prince's hair, a perfect match of targaryen purple and stark gray, the dragon prince's nose and long face yet everything else spoke of Lyanna it was quite frightening yet also reassuring. He won't allow it to happen again. Wouldn't let it happen to this boy who looked back at him with those gray-tinted intense violet eyes. He shuddered at the thought, however. It is because he knows where this line of thinking would lead him. Descending ever so slowly the stairs of the tower of joy; he would let the maids and sisters prepare his sister's body for her burial, he…he will take her back to winterfell himself.

On the base of the tower, outside it; the Northern Lords were waiting to hear the news of their Lord and their respective Lady Lyanna. When he emerged to meet them all, a heavy silence basked him as he emerged with a baby on his arms. Maege's eyes didn't need to wrap any further conclusion than the obvious.

As Eddard approached to them, he could only hand his head.

"She loved him. She loved him and they were married in both faiths. She…she died in birth." He confessed as he hung his head, the first ones to rub his back and firmly hold his shoulder were Howland Reed, William, Beron and Martyn Cassell, all while the other Northern Lords that shared the mission with him were also solemnly silent.

"The boy you hold in your hands is now King Isaerys Targaryen. The Boy Aegon who died at the sack of King's Landing was a fake, brought by the help of Monford Velaryon to ease the suspicions of King Aerys. Princess Elia was declared barren by the Maesters after she birthed Princess Visenya and Rhaegar needed an heir, Visenya was kept in Dragonstone while the fake Aegon continued in the court." Ser Arthur came forward which caused the northern Lords to turn towards Arthur, all while Oswell and Gerold carried a very heavy box, Arthur however on his hands held firmly a book. "There was a reason Rhaegar arranged the Kingsguard placements the way they were. This, was a diary and his own review and plans for the Seven Kingdoms. It was all laid out for Isaerys ." Arthur held the book zealously, while Eddard looked at the boy in his arms.

"He's my blood. I promised my sister to protect him from Robert and I will."

"And we are his only Kingsguard. We shall take him to Essos and perhaps reunite him with the Other remaining Targaryens as it seems impossible for a Targaryen to live in westeros now." Ser Arthur spoke in a bitter tone. Which of course Eddard could only turn back to the Kingsguard trio.

"A Targaryen, perhaps. But not my Bastard son." Eddard Stark replied just as both Ser Arthur and Ser Oswell knelt before the infant king. Their vows already bordering treason, however he steadied his hand as he could only stare at the infant son of his sister. The boy, his Targaryen silvery hair will be hard if not impossible to hide. His only idea was slowly becoming harder to hide, he hoped that mayhaps the Kingsguard would give him an idea on what to do. Once more he balled his fists, must the gods be so cruel to retrieve from his hands what he held dear so. It might seem perhaps as if the world was slowly dragging him into this suffering.

'I don't know.' He thought with heavy uncertainty, not aware of what would happen next.

Ahh, the honorable Stark who shall honor his sister's last dying wish. Not caring if he stains his honorable cloak for family.


Rhaella Targaryen

A pair of purple eyes glanced at the beauty of the Island of Dragonstone from a window of the castle. It was hard to believe that this island has seen so much history of her household, and nowadays; it would be clear where her family's legacy ends. It stood atop the tallest spot the island had, allowing a clear view of the ocean, yet also allowing to see the waves being broken so abruptly when met with the rocks. Dragonstone used to be a place which was the seat of the Power of the Targaryen Family, where the Princes of the Realm dwelled and learned to be Kings, nowadays it was the last place in the entirety of the realm they were safe. Like rats they were pursued out of westeros. It was so fast for her, when her husband declared Lord Stark and his heir treaitors before the realm, one burned in fire and the other choked to death. Everything afterwards was a mess with the war being declared and rebellion against Aerys being done. When the Trident's information reached t other, it broke her. Her eldest son Rhaegar died when Steffon's son smashed his hammer on her dear son's chest. The worse news came when the son of Steffon and Cassana died from poisoning of Dornish Spears.

It all happened so fast just when she was mourning her son's death, when the news of King's Landing came soon after.

She cared not for her brother-husband Aerys and spared him no thought or tears over his death. Unlike his many bannermen around her and those loyal to her house, she cared not that Jaime Lannister broke his oaths. Only wishing that he'd done so earlier to save the realm from all this devastation and suffering brought by her husband's actions. House Stark's vengeance against her house was total, she still cannot believe the word that spread through westeros. Tales of Giants tearing down castle gates as if they were made out of glass, Forest Children defeating Knights. And Elia, poor sweet Elia who tired to escape was raped and killed by House Lannister knights. And her Rhaenys, her sweet Dear Rhaenys must be so afraid, she spared a prayer for her granddaughter. Pure raw and unadultered rage flowed in her blood, the blood of the dragon, the fire had awakened deep inside her. She cried, roared out her anger, then beseeched the gods to give her strength, the tools and wits to survive this attack.

Though she got the last laugh, King's Landing was emptied of most of its coffers by the time she left. She was no fool, all the gold they could get to their cause she would've taken. She would've come back to the red keep with all the treasury intact, however now with all what has happened, what she did paid off. Even then the Gods spared no kindness.

She feared for them, for her children and her grandchild, the ones who weren't on Dragonstone, who she knew needed to be crowned soon. And the one she carried also inside her. It was a blessing Viserys was by her side, the realms would bleed and die before they crown a Queen. She though prayed, seeking still the god's aid. For her children's sake. For a sign of what she could do, that there was hope to her family yet, that she wont get to see the end. Yet, never did she thought they'd answer her in a way they did.

"Ships on the Bay!" A man roared and Dragonstone was on the defense; at least that was what was supposed to happen. Ser Willem Darry, Ser Jonothor Darry, Lord Monford Velaryon and his wife Laena Velaryon and Lord Celtigar. Rhaella was pregnant with Daenerys, so heavily pregnant that she couldn't sit in the raised seat. Th swell of her pregnant belly prohibited her from moving lithely and forced her to one of the other seats. The Velaryons and Celtigars were still loyal to the causes of House Targaryen, Aenar Targaryen's Marriage to the Velaryon House sealed such ever since. Yet for her granddaughter she would do anything and everything. As she embraced her granddaughter she turned back to many men who could only stand shocked.

"Your Grace." Many turned taciturnly to two figures wearing black hooded robes if it wasn't already strange, they didn't wore the hoods and the faces were so familiar she would know them anywhere. Ser Gerold Hightower and Ser Oswell Whent; one the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard and the other a member of the Kingsguard himself.

"Ser Gerold." Jonothor stated in shock as she turned back to both knights.

"Ser Oswell, Ser Gerold-."

"You dare to come here after you cowards let the Prince and his entire family die!" Monford spat out at the two kingsguard knights who remained stern even under the trash being given. "Silence!" She cried out and turned back to the Lords at her table before turning once more towards the two Kingsguard knights.

"I believe we are owed information Ser Gerold. Where had you been when duty called for you to defend your Prince and your King?" The Dowager Queen Rhaella asked to him all while Gerold, who spoke for the remains of the Kingsguard took a breath.

"We were protecting our prince your grace. Prince Rhaegar fell in love with Lady Lyanna Stark, married her on the isle of faces under both faiths; The Old Gods and the Seven with Elia's consent and she was pregnant. Originally they were in Summerhall, but when Robert Baratheon fought against those banners that didn't sided with him. We escaped to Dorne, where eventually Prince Rhaegar marched to the Trident and we were ordered to defend Princess Lyanna and the prince or princess with our lives." This was new information given to her, the Dowager Queen could only grimace and sit down, Elia set herself aside after she was revealed to be barren. No doubt aware of what was happening.

"We were disconnected from the realm, until Princess Lyanna gave birth to prince Isaerys just as Eddard Stark arrived." Ser Gerold stayed silent as she processed it, she had a grandson. Their most desired wish of legitimacy was given, but in a damned bad time, she could only shake her head and once again focus her thoughts.

"Where is he Ser Gerold? Where is my grandson? Where is the prince of Dragonstone?" She asked insistently to the Hightower knight who remained silent and turned away.

"Lord Stark decided to declare prince Isaerys as our bastard child and took him to the North." The third and last voice came from behind both Knights to reveal Lady Ashara Dayne in all her pristine glory. Her knees almost went weak after Ashara's claim, she had a Grandson. The sought out heir by her eldest son, the desired heir that her brother-husband desired. After the gods beseeched her blood to not have an heir or even a sign of legitimacy in the eyes of the world.

"We must plan the defense of the Village your Grace, the Usurper's forces will come for us." Lord Ardrian Celtigar held a frown on his face all while the Queen Dowager closed her eyes and she grimly accepted it. House Targaryen, for the first time in 283 years of rule has been deposed, has been bashed from Westeros.

"Lord Velaryon, Lord Celtigar; send your letters to all the Crownland lords Loyal to House Targaryen; It is time to leave westeros. Take all your artifacts, all your belongings, we're going East once again." She grimly ordered all while Ser Gerold rose an eyebrow.

"Your grace, I think it would be good to send one of your kingsguard to Dorne with a letter from Princess Rhaenys and Visenya. Also, I recommend you take a small bulk of your crownland lords and men with you yet let them continue protect our ancestral lands. In case we come back to westeros." And it was Gerold's idea the one that fitted most with Lord Celtigar and Velaryon, the hold of the Blackwater Bay and perhaps their own shores was important to ignore, they could defend dragonstone and preserve it in any case.

"Welcome back to the Kingsguard Ser Gerold, Ser Oswell." Rhaella welcomed the two kingsguard knights back as she was helped back to her chambers by Ser Willem Darry. Her son Viserys upon seeing her distress ran to her and she offered him the brightest smile she could, which seemed to confort him somewhat. Though, she believed that seeing the situation they were in, he knew they were in danger and having the Sword of the Morning by their side had relieved that somewhat.

"My son." She embraced him and chided softly.

"Mama, you are well?"

"I'm well, but you should be abed." She lectured yet his glance of worry never left her. "Though I'm mostly pleased to be able to bid you goodnight before you sleep."

"Night Night, my sweet prince." She kissed his forehead before long and went back to the bed.