"That is quite the gown you're making Lady Sansa," Sansa looks up mildly startled at the voice of Haedrian Tyrell, or Harry as the generous man insisted on being called.

He is leaning at a respectable distance admiring her stitch work with a fond smile as he tells her "I'm sure you would get along great with my sister, Margaery." A pretty name.

"She loves all things girly," he says, making an exaggerated face that causes her to giggle.

She isn't Arya after all.

Sansa stalls for a moment still trying to make sense of everything and she is scared that her brothers will be angry with her for causing her father to be imprisoned in the first place.

"Thank you, My L- Harry, the fabric you gifted me is so beautiful," she says timidly, while she hasn't suffered the years of Lannister abuse like she would have had Harry not intervened, she had still been a little girl surrounded by a people wishing to see her and her family dead and weren't afraid to show it.

She is too busy fiddling with her needle to see the sympathetic look as Harry himself thinks of his time with the Dursleys, "You know, I almost caused my uncle to die during one of my first times sailing under a ship."

She looks up startled at the abrupt change of topic

He gives her a rueful grin, "I was zealous in trying to show them all that I knew what to do and could do it." He shakes his head here, "There was a giant storm that came out of nowhere during my third expedition, a couple of leagues away from the coast at the most."

With a sheepish look Harry lets out a little laugh, "Me being me, I didn't listen to the experienced sailors so they could handle the situation without worrying about their lord's grandson." Sansa fiddles with her needle as she listens.

Across the living area, a dark mahogany door leads to where her father and Arya are sleeping.

The other sections she hasn't dared to explore and instead focused on sewing to keep her occupied while her father sleeps off his ailment. She swears she had heard her father muttering something about ships not being able to hold this much space and that her uncle Sirius was going to have some explaining to do, but she had been more concerned with finishing her mother's gown.

"And I caused a good few men to perish by sacrificing their lives for me to live another day." This makes her look back at him with a small gasp.

"You are still a child, you still have room to grow and everyone makes mistakes, what you do to amend those mistakes is what makes a person who they are.

"Let go of the guilt, and make sure to never be in this position again."

"How?" She asks.

Here he gives her a grin, "Always be one step ahead."

Tywin grits his teeth as he sets the letter down. They had three valuable prisoners to use as leverage to keep the North from being a nuisance as he fortified his family's dynasty. His narcissistic daughter and buffoon grandson couldn't wait to throw their weight around the second the king passed and now everything is potentially in shambles.

"Where is Tyrion?" He asks his assistant who is standing idly.

"He's not heard of since he went to the wall, My Lord."

"My sweet Joanna, why must our children be idiots?" He murmures into his hand as he runs his palms over his face rather than thrash his office.

"What is happening with the whoremongres' ridged brother?"

"I'm not sure My Lord, the last thing that was reported was that he and his younger brother both have left to their respective dwelling." The servant says as diplomatically as possible.

"Renly has gone to play with the Roses." He says running a thumb over one of his Rose statuettes sitting on his desk.

Picking the finely chiseled stone up he muses to himself, "The boy has always been a frivolous one. Peacocking his insecurities for everyone to see."

The Tyrells are the only house that makes him pause, one doesn't go from steward of the house to the owner of the house without any cunningness. They are also closely tied to the house of Hightower who are the major reason that the Reach accepts the Tyrells as their liege.

Opposing the hightowers is opposing the faith of the Seven and the maesters themselves.

"Send me Clegane, I have a task for him."

"It's no trouble as long as she doesn't like a hole in the bottom,"

Arya flushes at the teasing wink.

"Besides, it's nice to see more girls learning how to defend themselves. My sister also has been taught enough." Harry says to her father after he scolds her for practicing her sword dances in such a small place.

Harry raises his hand when her father goes to talk, and she has to stifle a giggle at his disgruntled look, I'm not saying my sister to ever be a front-line fighter or on the battlefield itself, but I and my family have concluded that it's better for the women of our lives to be able to protect themselves than be vulnerable to any attack."

"For there are times when a man won't or can't protect them."

He gives her father a rueful smile, "I know I'd rather my sister and maybe even future daughters know how to swing a sword and stab a man in the dick rather than lie down and simply take it."

Making her choke as she is taking a drink.

"Language," Ned chides.

Harry shrugs sipping his drink, "Children will say them anyways might as well teach them when it's appropriate and when it's not rather than pretend we don't say them."

Her father gives Harry along before reaching for a bottle of wine and taking a swig straight from the bottle, "I have a feeling I'm going to be doing this a lot dealing with you."

To which the Lord hosting them simply grins cheekily.

Ned sighs, "Alright, what did you have in mind?"

"Sand Snakes."

And whatever the significance of that is makes her father's eyes widen and his skin pale, "No,"

That makes her feel even more excited, "what!?" She can't help herself.

Harry turns to her while her father groans into his hands, "My brother is hosting the prince of Dorne and his daughters, and his daughters are known as the Sand Snakes."

He gives her a savage grin, "A group of sisters who are as deadly as their namesake, and I'm sure they would be willing to take a wild wolf like you under their scale."

"What is going on," Ned groans into his hands.

"Just a little revolution," Harry says, like it's nothing.

Ned, Sansa, and Arya all marvel at the sight of the seat of Hightower as they pull into the bay. They heard stories and Ned has even been in the reach but never so far to the city of Oldtown.

The city is built in stone, with all its streets cobbled,

Harry warned them it could be wet and slippery on a damp day, so mind their feet.

They can see that most bridges are also made of stone, although some wooden bridges can be found as well. The city itself is surrounded by massive, thick, high stone walls.

As they dock Ned can just make out the labyrinth of wynds, crisscrossing alleys, narrow crookback streets, and markets.

"Thieves' Market? Why would they have a market?" Arya asks, catching a sign that reads the market's name.

Haedrian laughs, "They aren't real thieves," he reassures as the captain of his ship waves the ramp down. "The owner thought it would be funny, they are humorous people, and I like their ale." Haedrian ends with an innocent grin.

Sansa is just too enthralled with the beauty of the City, it's nothing like Kings Landing.

"It's so Beautiful," she whispers as she leans against the railings, anxious to get off the boat after so long.

When Haedrian said Oldtown smelled as flowery as a perfumed dowager he wasn't lying, even from here she could smell the various fragrances and foods. She can make out foliage that's only seen in picture books, things like melons, moonbloom, nightshade, peaches, and pomegranates.

Surrounding them are many small isles' that are located around Oldtown.

"Over here is the Quill and Tankard, an inn that as you can see stands on its own island in what is called the Honeywine.

He then points to a winding road, "The River road winds beside the Honeywine island and cuts straight through the heart of the city."

Pointing to the west as he guides them to the ramp to depart, Haedrian says, "West of the river, the Guildhalls line the river bank."

More quietly to Ned he says, "Rat pits and black brothels are located in the undercity." Letting him know not to let the kids go that way alone or ever.

"My lord!" The Starks watch as a well-dressed knight steps away from his post and comes to greet Haedrian.

"William, is it?" Haedrian asks, Ned can see him giving the eager Knight a kind smile as the young man begins to speak.

"You remember my name! I mean, it's great to have you back, The city thrives in your presence." The gallivant man says.

Haedrian grows bashful, "Please, I only do what's right."

They watch as the knight scoffs, which shows them how comfortable the man is to be unprofessional without fear of repercussions, "You act so humble My lord, but you're the only one who puts any effort in actually seeing us, and we don't forget that."

"Besides you got most of the kids off the streets, this town loves you for that alone, My lord."

"Off the streets?" Ned asks, marveling at the prospect, the puppy dog-like knight nods much to Haedrians mortification.

"Lord Haedrian has created The Lily Corp, a sanction and sanctuary dedicated and devoted to the safety, security, and nurturing of the children who are abandoned." The man prattles like the words are well practiced and spoken to with pride on the daily.

"The what?"

The knight perks up, and taps the lily crest on his chest plate that Ned only just noticed, "The Lily Corp. is a sanctioned off area of the city that is refurbished for the needs of women children, and other ailing people in need of care and temporary shelter, kids have more leeway on their lengths of stay."

"I am a surveillance officer." Making Haedrian hum in approval.

Haedrian claps the taller man on the shoulders much to the knight's delight and embarrassment, he commends the other, "You're truly noble, it's humbling to have people like you who dedicate their time to helping those in need."

"It's nothing, my lord you inspired me and many others to be the best we can be."

A/n:

Just what is Tywin up too? I'm of the opinion that once Stanis declares himself king he'll feel like he has to do drastic measures to protect his authority and reputation and new royal reign.

Hint hint 'pillaging and burning'

I haven't shown much of Danaerys because I really like her characters story until she sets off to Westeros, but if it's not implied they are informed of what's going on.

Also, I'm stuck on who to pair Harry with, (as that's not my main focus) but I personally am aiming for a m/m relationship, maybe a bi throuple?

Let's go full on progressive and do Queen Danny and her two consorts Jon snow and Haedrian Tyrell (might write a side story of this concept alone)

I personally want Robb (cause Richard madden is so fine) but I am open to what flows with the story and not my own personal need. Cause I do love the Robb/margaery parring too.

Idk (cries)