[A/N] - I know I said I would update weekly but today is my birthday, and I had quite some free time. So, I thought I would give it my best and give you an early chapter!

I hope you guys enjoy it! We are officially at the start of a new arc... can you guess which one?

Training Grounds, Red Keep - KingsLanding, Crownlands - Midday

The sun was high up in the sky during that warm and bright day. With a gentle breeze to help anyone handle the temperature, the weather favoured outside activities.

One to take advantage of the day was Visenya. She had managed to even the workload she had and with more time to spare, she chose to spend it with her children.

However instead of just spending time with them; she had decided to make it productive by doing what they had been asking her for a while.. train with them.

With the training grounds empty just for them and a Targaryen guard by the entrance, she and her two children had the privacy they wanted to train without interruptions.

Each with a wooden sword suited to their needs, strength and experience; they faced against one another.

More specifically, it was the two siblings against their mother; who at the moment easily had the upper hand and was trying to pass them a very important message.

"Good, to both of you" she said, talking about their improved technique. "However, I need more teamwork from you if you plan to land a hit on me"

The two children did not always practise together but when they did, it was either against one another or as a team. While Jaenyra would not truly use a sword unless needed, Visenya still wished for the child to be taught just how she had while growing up.

Plus, she found that training together would strengthen the bond between two siblings while also helping teach them how to work with someone else.

Trystan and Jaenyra held their wooden training swords with two hands and were slightly out of breath. After what their mother told them, they exchanged a look as if some mental communication was taking place.

Visenya observed silently, holding her wooden sword in one hand and waiting for them. Unlike them, she had not truly broken a sweat but found internal pleasure in spending time with her children and even training with them.

It brought back memories of training with Rhaegar and then young Jaime.

When the siblings were ready, they moved together for an attack.

Jaenyra took the right and Trystan the left, both having their swords raised and going for a good strike on Visenya's side.

However, their mother had never stopped practising with a sword and had more experience than them, as well as speed.

She easily blocked Trystan, who was just a tad faster and pushed him back before handling Jaenyra. Using the same trick, she pushed her daughter back and turned quickly to attack her son.

Trystan did his best to block her attacks, the woman obviously holding back but it was still a challenge for the growing child. Each push forced him to take a step back, sweat threatening to make his sword slip from his untrained and soft palms.

Suddenly, Jaenyra appeared after having moved with terrifying silence. She blocked an attack that was meant for him, effectively saving him from losing his sword.

With her by his side, Trystan felt more confident and started to attack once again; making sure to time his attacks with those of his sister's but also ensure he had her back.

Eventually, the two of them seemed to work rather well and synchronized; bringing a smile to their mother's face.

She kept deflecting them but eventually chose to end it. Timing her steps, she deflected Jaenyra first while taking a step back.

She used the child's momentum to guide her forward and by stepping back, Jaenyra had nothing to stop her and all she could do was continue forward.

This brought her to a direct path with her brother, who also had no direct target in front of him.

The result?

Jaenyra slammed full force on her brother and both ended up on the ground, Trystan having taken the full force and also saving his sister from the harsh landing.

Thankfully for them, they had managed to move their swords to the side and avoid injuring one another by the accident.

That did not mean they did not feel the force of the collision or the feeling of embarrassment at their defeat.

With a groan, the two of them took a moment to recover but also fully comprehend where they ended up and how.

"You did excellently," their mother said, trying to hold back her chuckle at the funny scene.

Trystan blinked as the bright sun hurt his eyes while his back hurt from the landing. "Get off me, sister," he said but made no direct move to push her off.

Despite everything, Trystan took his role as an older brother rather seriously. He never harmed, pushed or shouted at his younger sister; no matter how much trouble she might cause for him and generally for all the other children.

"You think I am comfortable this way?" Jaenyra asked back with sarcasm.

She had nothing against her brother but like her father, she was a sore loser. She did not like to lose, let alone in such a humiliating way.

She could not help but direct that annoyance towards him, although she did not truly blame him for their defeat.

With a grunt, she managed to lift her body and be on her feet before offering a hand to her brother.

With some struggle, she pulled him also to his feet and the two children started to clean the dust off their clothes; their wooden swords lying on the ground next to them.

Visenya was about to say something when she noticed Jaime walking their way; his white load standing out as the bright sun rays were reflected on it.

Jaime, despite the news he carried, could not help but offer a small smile at the sight of his family; the one he took pride in and would protect at all costs.

"Brother, will you join us?" Trystan asked, always happy to see his older brother.

The two of them often spent time together, with Jaime helping him train. He would teach and guide him, often looking after him. He told him of stories of the famous knights, the brave white cloaks and so on; although his brother did not seem to share his fascination.

Despite what bond those two shared, though, nothing could be compared to the one between Jaime and Jaenyra.

There was just this special feeling between them, this bond that could not be explained.

Jaenyra always smiled at his presence and when younger, she would often be seen chasing after him whenever she could. She would spend hours in his presence presence the knight was free and would even try to join him during his training sessions.

And Jaime... the feeling he first had when he held her as a newborn, that very same feeling had bloomed and increased tenfold in size. He looked after her, he was always aware of where she was and what she was doing. If she ever needed help, he would run to her without a moment of hesitation and no one would be able to stop him.

"I am afraid not today, little brother," the Lion said as he came to a halt next to his good mother, his smile dropping from his face. "I have news. But for now, you have been summoned for an emergency small council"

This made Visenya stop smiling as well. "What happened?" She asked, since such meetings were rare and only when dire news would arrive by Raven.

"Queen Elia and her escort were attacked in Kingswood. Her jewellery has been stolen and Ser Victor Tyrell was killed. The white bull was injured by an arrow to the shoulder"

The two children that happened to overheated discussion, gasped at the news and only then did they remind the two adults that they were present.

Visenya turned to the Targaryen Guard standing close to the entrance of the training grounds. "Ser Will. Please escort Trystan and Jaenyra to their Chambers to bathe and rest"

"But mother-" Jaenyra went to argue but Visenya placed her hand on top of her head.

"We will talk later. Go now" she told them as the guard started to approach them. She focused on Jaime. "Walk with me and tell me everything"

Small Council Chambers, Red Keep - King's Landing, Crownlands - Not Long After

The emergency small council had been summoned and each of its primary members had showed up in record time.

The table was rectangular, its sides longer and with four chairs on each side. On the right side of the table, Tywin was the one closest to the King's right.

Next to him was Visenya and following the line, Ser Gerold Hightower; the captain of the Kingsguard. Of course, the noble Knight known as the White Bull was currently not present since his wounds were being attended to and treated properly.

The chair next to him was always empty but the Queen could occupy it if she wished to attend. Elia never truly did, finding no reason to do so and instead chose to place her focus and her time on other matters.

Across from them, were the rest of the council members. By the King's left, it was Varys; the master of Whispers. Next to him was Stannis as Master of Ships, Lord Beesby as Master of Coin and Pycelle as Grand Maester occupied the last chair.

In front of them, there was a square piece of wood with a hollow point right at the centre. Each small council member had a round marble of different colour and design, that would be placed there to show that the said member was present.

At the head of the table, Rhaegar was supposed to be sitting but he was currently busy walking up and down like a caged animal; his usual good mood was long gone while his facial features had started to grow colder with age.

"Your Grace-" Varys said, being from the bravest to speak up and interrupt this silent walk of anger.

"Who are they?" Rhaegar asked as he came to a halt. He turned his head to look at Varys, his violet eyes cold and dark. "I want their names, Varys. I want you to tell me everything you know about them, now"

Varys, with his questionable but effective spy network of orphan kids; often had information of things taking place across the seven Kingdoms and even beyond.

It was the primary reason Rhaegar had chosen him for this particular position, despite the uncertainty of the other members.

No one truly trusted the eunuch, some blaming it on his Eastern descent. Others like Visenya and Tywin, based it on common logic and their nature to be careful; while also ensuring they would not get backstabbed by someone in their close circle.

"They call themselves the Kingswood Brotherhood and they are led by Lord Simon Toyne" Varys informed.

At the mention of the said Lord, the temperature in the room dropped. Lord Toyne was a firm supporter of Aerys and had refused to bow the knee for Rhaegar. Thus, the young King sent him to the Night's Watch instead of executing him; as a good act of mercy.

However, he had escaped from his imprisonment with some inside help and had not been seen for the past decade. Many had him dead and despite the search parties, no one ever found him.

Now, he was back and not only causing trouble for the nobles passing through the Kingswood but dared to go as far as to attack the Queen.

He did not harm Elia but one of his men, shot the White Bull and then stole a kiss from the queen; along with her jewellery.

That was an insult to a married woman, let alone the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms... their Queen as well.

It was logical for Rhaegar to be upset but no one had truly seen such darkness and anger in the rather romantic and sweet Targaryen.

"Lord Toyne " Rhaegar spat, standing next to his chair and holding the back of it with a very tight grip. "I offer him his life, I gave him a second chance and this... this is how he chooses to repay me"

"Utterly disgraceful. He should be ashamed of himself" Pycelle commented, earning a look from his fellow small council members.

"Such behaviour is unacceptable" Stannis commented, always having a rather strong side when it came to justice and laws. "Allow me to go, your Grace. I will bring those outlaws to you and they will be punished accordingly for their crimes against you and the Queen"

Lord Mildworth shivered, imagining what kind of punishment Stannis was talking about.

It was not unknown that the middle brother of the Stag Family was rather... extreme, in certain cases. He believed in justice and punishments, befitting the crime and it was never light in nature.

For example, if you got caught stealing or smuggling illegally; he believed you should have at least three of your fingers cut off from your hand.

Ironically, Tywin was the only other person on the small council that agreed with him in most cases; known to also have a rather extreme side.

After all, the Rains of Castamere and the Fires of Duskendale were two primary examples of his ways of handling people who insulted him or his family.

Visenya, who was growing concerned with this sudden temper of her nephew; chose to also comment and enter this discussion.

"Your Grace" she started, earning his attention. "I understand your anger and justice will be served. They are but a mere group of outlaws with a fancy name. A group of well-chosen men should be able to handle them, now that we are aware of their presence and their grounds.

Her words seemed to bypass the anger that was slowly clouding Rhaegar's mind and he even sat down on his chair. Tapping his fingers a few times against the wooden table, it was evident that he was thinking of something.

"You are right, Aunt Visenya," he said after a moment of silence. "You have my permission to choose the best men you can find, take from my Kingsguard as well. Go find those outlaws and bring anyone who survives back to be dealt with properly"

Silence enveloped the room at his order, drawing different reactions from the members of the small council.

The most noticeable ones were those of Stannis and Tywin.

Stannis, who while he had some respect for his aunt; found it ridiculous not to be sent himself, when he had suggested it in the first place.

Tywin, on the other hand, was annoyed by this decision and was about to argue. There was no reason for his wife to be sent after some petty criminals and hunt them in the woods, something meant for people far beneath her status.

"Your Grace-" the two men said at the same time but Rhaegar lifted his hand, to stop them from continuing.

"I have decided. You can leave morrow morning" he said, looking at Visenya.

The woman nodded her head and placed her hand on Tywin's fist, knowing too well that he was close to snapping by being dismissed in such a way.

"I am honoured, Your Grace. I will see that it will be dealt with properly"

Tower of the Hand, Red Keep - King's Landing, Crownlands - Nightfall

After the small council ended, Visenya kept herself busy by finding the perfect men to accompany her on this mission.

By the time night had arrived, however, she chose to put her children to sleep. News had spread rather fast in the Red Keep, about the latest decision of the King and even the children had found it out.

That gave Visenya one more reason to be with them, knowing very well that this was big for her. After all, they had never seen her ride away or head somewhere dangerous, even though she had done it a few times before their births.

Currently, she sat on the bed of Trystan while the young lion heir lay on his rather big bed. The covers had been pulled up, stopping beneath his armpits while his hands were resting on top of them.

"Mother, do you really have to go?" The boy asked while the golden flecks in his eyes reflected the light from the candle on the small table by his bedside.

The dragoness offered the boy a soft smile and gently pushed some of his growing blond hair back, her hand gently caressing his head at the same time.

"Yes, Trystan. This is an important mission and it has to be done" she explained in a sweet tone. "Sometimes, when you are older, you will have to do the same"

"But it's dangerous"

She chuckled faintly and bent a little forward, to be closer to him. "So am I" she kissed his forehead. "I promise you, I will be back before you know it"

The boy pressed his lips to form a thin line but nodded his head, understanding what his mother was saying.

She smiled and blew out the candle, allowing darkness to fully envelop the room. The only light source was coming from the stars and moon outside, coming from the closed window.

"I will hold you to that promise," the boy said, gathering most of his courage.

"Targaryen honour" she said and placed two fingers above her right breast, where the mark of the Dragon Whisperer existed.

This made him smile. "Goodnight Mother"

"Goodnight my son"

Visenya stood up and started to walk towards the door, only to notice that someone was standing by it.

Shaking her head faintly but internally amused, she closed the door to Trystan's room and looked down at the person spying on them.

"You should be in bed, Jaenyra," she told her young daughter, who was still dressed in her little nightdress and had obviously snuck out of the room.

"So it is true, you will leave with men to fight the outlaws?" The child asked.

Visenya offered her hand, gently holding the one of her daughter's and started to walk with her back to her room that was right next door.

The children always had different rooms, ever since young. While Visenya at first wanted them to share one, it was Genna, who changed her mind.

Her good-sister had told her of an incident that took place when Joanna was still alive. The former Lady Lannister had found her twins sharing a bed and being rather close, despite their young age.

Fearing for the worse but also understanding where that could lead, she had given the twins different rooms at opposite ends of Casterly Rock and even put guards outside Cersei's Chambers just in case.

That was something Tywin never truly found out but Joanna had told Genna during a visit.

Visenya had suspicions that Jaime and Cersei were rather too close Sometimes but due to her views on incest, she tried to think it was just her imagination going wild.

However, deep down, a part of her knew that she was not making up scenarios. And while Tywin never brought it up, Visenya was certain that he suspected it.

It would also explain why he was so keen to marry Cersei to Willas and send her so far away; among some other reasons that had to do with alliances and opportunities.

After Genna had told her that, she had advised the dragoness to keep the children at least in different rooms; which she did.

Thankfully for her, nothing of the sort had taken place and she liked to hope that it would remain that way.

"The King ordered it" she reminded him as they entered the girl's room.

"The King is your nephew. You could change his mind if you wanted" Jaenyra pointed out, surprising her mother.

She looked down at the child who still held her arms. In the end, she bent to be closer to her height.

"Sometimes family relationships come below one's duty," she told the smart child. "I could have tried but I also knew that he chose me because he trusts me. He wants this to be successful and be done properly and that is not a task you can give anyone"

"Father does not like it, though. Does he?"

Visenya eyed her daughter carefully, realizing once again that the child in front of her was too observant and intuitive sometimes.

"Your father is just protective. But he understands, which is why he also did not argue with the King" She pushed a strand behind the kid's ear and then picked her up.

"He is still not happy. Though, he never truly is"

This made Visenya chuckle as she walked towards the bed. "He has a special way to show when he is happy. Not everyone smiles when they are, you know"

She gently placed the girl on the bed and helped her get under the covers. "The man you eventually marry me to better not be like that. Can't stand grumpiness for that long"

The Dragoness held back a chuckle but smirked at the words of her daughter, not surprised by her attitude.

"I promise you he won't be. But there is time until that takes place" she commented and kissed the girl's head.

Jaenyra closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the tender moment that she only accepted from her and no one else. "Mother"

"Yes?" Visenya asked as she stood up.

The child smirked. "Go kick some outlaw ass"

She shook her head, realizing that those words were more like Tyrion. She did not comment on them, though, for at the moment it did not truly matter.

"I promise I will" she chose to say and then walked towards the door, leaving her daughter to stare at her back and eventually let sleep take over.