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Chapter 20

A lingering moan, soft and gentle, caressing the inner side of womanhood and procuring a deep affection deeply rotted in adoration and love. The room's darkness was of no bother as the rays of sunshine slowly invaded such privacy. Nor does it bother those enjoying the few pleasures life could give to people. Lying on the bed, two beautiful women were in their lovemaking, close to the climax. Such a sight could never be seen by anyone else. But, honestly, for one of them, they could all hear for all she cared.

"Mya!~" Galadriel moaned as she lay on her back. At the same time, Mya, smirkingly on top of her, kept grinding her hips, slowly enjoying the sweet friction of their female sex kissing each other. Mya kept Galadriel's leg spread, allowing the whole entrance and view of such a divine sight. Yet, the bastard daughter of King Robert wanted more.

Slowly, she increased the speed of her hips, and her right hand went ahead and squeezed Galadriel's breast with such joy and lust that she wanted to leave her hand printed there for all times.

"More! More!~" Galadriel screamed as Mya obeyed her Queen's order. Mya's body was sweating, and Galadriel looked lovely in such a state. How can someone be so beautiful? Mya could only think but simply smiled and bent forward, kissing Galadriel's gorgeous lips.

"I'm-I'm!" Galadriel moaned while her body became spam, and Mya could feel the shivering sensation of doing the same.

"Together!" Mya said as Galadriel nodded, biting her lips. Galadriel put her arms around Mya's neck, and the half-sister enjoyed her sister's sweet tongue. The sensation of both of their clits kissing, their gridding, and the fact they have been going on for hours, could be too much for some, but not them. Their father, King Robert, was known, in his youth, to be a man with endless stamina in sex. And it somehow showed in his daughters.

Galadriel locked her legs behind Mya and positioned herself better, so Mya's sex could feel her own. That seemed to work as Mya, feeling more access to the Queen's womanhood, began furiously grinding her way into ectasis. And slowly but surely, both reached their peak, moaning each other names.

Their breathing and bodies were hard to control during such an orgasm. The passion and the feelings mixed everything in a sweet and lustful song of moans. But once it was all over. Only deep breathing could be heard in the room.

Mya's sweaty face looked directly into her sister's one. Those golden eyes, how her messy snowy-white hair looked. All too beautiful.

"I love you," Mya simply said, as Galadriel chuckled slightly, replying with a simple kiss. Although, inside her head, Galadriel found herself a bit shocked. She didn't know what to say.

I... I don't know if I love her... do I? Galadriel couldn't answer. She didn't know what love was. She has been in love, although it was more of a crush than anything else, maybe desires too, and a bit of admiration she had for Touch-Me back in her old life. But love? That was hard to say. Galadriel liked Mya, she adored her, but that could also be mixed with her Demonic side of possession and lust. Since, for Galadriel, Mya was hers and no one else. Mya belongs to her, all of her. Mya's duty was to serve her, in mind and body. A pet, a toy, a lovely little slave, or anything Galadriel decided for her to be. It was sickening, but that's the only way Galadriel could explain it, honestly.

Not at all, what an average person should think, but Galadriel wasn't a normal person. She wasn't even a human anymore. Not for a long time now. My negative karma has been messing with my mind for so long I don't even feel bad about keeping Mya on a leash. Galadriel muttered inside her head. But thankfully, Mya thought, that kiss was a reply of love. A sad way to see things, but it was better this way.

"I know," Galadriel rumoured as Mya simply rested her head on Galadriel's chest, slowly enjoying the feel of the Queen's finger caressing her hair and the sensation of their bodies firmly hugging each other. However, their sweatiness was getting quite uncomfortable.

"Mya, you stink," Galadriel replied, hearing an offended scoff.

"Me? And you are not?" She replied as Galadriel huffed arrogantly.

"My sweat smells like Roses and sweet Lavender! You, on the other hand, smell like a wet dog."

Mya wanted to say something in return, but Galadriel was telling the truth. She does smell good all the time. The aroma changed sometimes, but Galadriel simply scented magnificently. Mya kissed Galadriel's cheek and slowly got off the bed.

"True. I won't lie about that, Your Grace."

Galadriel rolled over and whined. "Galadriel, please. When we are alone, in the privacy of my room, call me by my name," Galadriel said, staring at Mya's muscled body. The well-formed back and shoulders. Those solid legs and things, and how could Galadriel forget those incredible visible and, for her, lustful abs. Those potions and scroll did a number on her. Good, that was an excellent investment.

Mya knew that her sister loved her body. Surprising to say that she found pride in how she looked. That's why she only chuckled. "What am I? A piece of meat for you? Quit with that staring."

Galadriel smiled. "A fine piece of meat. A delicious one at that."

"Ew, what are you, a perverted old man?"

"Sort of."

Mya shook, quite amused by her sister's strange behaviours. "Sure, sure. In anycase, I had to clean myself."

"I can help!" Galadriel exclaimed, standing up quickly from the bed, making Mya roll her eyes. The Queen took Mya's hand and guided her to the small room with a warm water pool for them. Mya only frowned, quite confused. How can it be ready already? I've seen no servant entering this place. She wondered but decided to ignore it.

Both of them entered the pool and began to wash—a lovely way to show care for each other. Mya loved washing Galadriel's soft hair and scrubbing her back. In her opinion, these little moments were far better than anything else. And it allowed both to simply relax and forget everything outside the room.

"Do you think, Gendry knows?" Galadriel asked as she sat on Mya's lap, resting on her sister's chest. Wondering if their brother knows. Which she believed he did.

Mya hummed, hugging her beloved sister and bringing her closer to her. "Perhaps. I think he knows but decides to ignore it. Gendry is not that dumb. Also, Ser Barristan too. But I think he has much experience simply keeping his mouth shut and not speaking much about the topic."

Galadriel also believed it. Neither of them was an idiot. So, assuming they didn't know when Mya simply disappeared and then suddenly came out of Galadriel's room was quite insulting for both of them.

"I guess. It would be quite uncomfortable to speak about," Galadriel replied. "But it should be fair to tell them."

Mya now looked amused and a bit worried. "What are we going to say? The whole thing is weird, Galadriel."

Galadriel hummed deeply. "I don't know, what about this? Hey, Gendry, Ser Barristan. We know we are half-sisters, but we are in a romantic-sexual relationship. Full Targaryen's style. Don't worry about us," Galadriel said, pleased with herself.

Mya started to laugh loudly, hearing Galadriel's explanation. "Full Targaryen style?"

"That does sound like a good excuse, right?" Galadriel said, showing her reasoning, and Mya couldn't know otherwise.

"I guess that does make some sense. You know, that Targaryen was into incest and all of that. Allowing Ser Barristan some peace of mind... I guess. It just proves you're a truly Targaryen."

"So... in order to prove that I'm a Targaryen, I must be in an incest relationship?" Galadriel drawled as Mya shrugged off.

"Maybe...?"

"Well, it doesn't matter. I'm content with this."

They both relaxed for a few more minutes, enjoying the warm bath's aroma. Mya, honestly, didn't care about the future. All that mattered to her was to be next to Galadriel. That's all she cared for and nothing else. But what Galadriel was thinking couldn't be more different.

Mm, how should I deal with Joffrey and Renly? They'll die no matter what. But how...? Galadriel hummed as she leaned back, resting her head on Mya's shoulder. Also, what should I do with those Dragon Eggs...?

A topic for another day.


The morning came, and soon enough, 4000 soldiers would be shipped away into the Kingswood to create chaos for Renly's army. They weren't going to face the grand army of the pretender. But they'll block every way they can and force Renly to take a longer route to King's Landing. However, Galadriel was already doing a lot to stop Renly's advance. She has a few Druids in her arsenal, who were casting powerful storms—a never ceasing rainfall. The 100,000 men army of Renly was being stopped by simply mud and rain. Glorious, maybe she'll add some diseases that would defiantly cause more mayhem inside that vast army. Still, Galadriel needed to make time for the forces to Dorne to gather and get more allies from the Crownlands or the Stormlands. And soon, she'll have an army ready to move out.

Galadriel has sent letters to the Crownlands lords, especially those her grandfather, Tywin Lannister, put in there once the Crownland Rebellion ended, hoping they would join her. And she believed they would. At least those who were still there. Galadriel's order to send his agents to destroy their crops and farmlands made them realise quickly who was the one to blame. Joffrey, of course. And they'll hate him for that and love to get her back.

A feeling that has become more visible in the last few days, especially in King's Landing, where hunger was slowly taking a toll on the people living there.

Still, Galadriel would have to wait until then. Now, she was saying goodbye to her two siblings who were going to war on her behalf.

"Our report dictates that Renly's forces are taking quite a long time to move from Haystack Hall to Brozengate. Rain and mud have stopped his advance. He is sending small scout groups to find better roads and to create paths for the siege equipment for King's Landing. He needs those trebuchets more than ever. Giving us a chance to take them individually without a problem."

Galadriel told her siblings, who nodded at her.

"Time is on our side for now," Ser Barristan added. "Renly's arrogance doesn't make him realise the mistakes he is making. He's spreading his forces too thin. Cutting his army into sections. And underestimating the Kingswood's dangers when rainfall comes."

"Renly was never the tactician. He believes he already won," Stannis said with a scoff, not genuinely believing his brother would have been this careless. "That no matter what, as soon he reaches King's Landing, they'll open the doors for him. A fool he is."

"A fool who is making it easy for us to attack."

Galadriel then glanced at Gendry and Mya, listening with care and determination. "Be careful out there. Please, don't underestimate the enemies' abilities or your own."

"We will, Your Grace. Don't worry. We'll keep our heads cool and make sure to harass and give you the time we need," Gendry replied with a smirk, as Mya seemed to share the same sentiment. It was hard for them to leave their Queen and sister. But, simultaneously, both understood that no other person could follow orders, and things could get messy on the battlefield. Besides, it would be a lie if they didn't feel attracted to the idea of a battlefield. Maybe it was their father's blood in them. Who could say? But they truly wanted to fight.

"We are going to make sure Renly's betray doesn't go unpunished," Mya added, with a personal vendetta.

Ser Barristan sighed, looking at both of them. They were young and thirsty for glory. "Don't let the glory of the battlefield blind you. It could very well mean your downfall. The objectives are to destroy bridges, burn and cut trees down to slow Renly's army down and as well as to harass it. That's it," he replied, reminding both siblings of their goal. A small huff was from them.

"The job for this is to slow Renly down. Once he crosses the Kingswood, we'll prepare for a counterattack. If our allies arrive in time," Stannis added, glancing at Galadriel, who nodded.

"We have already received a letter from Lord Baelish and Prince Doran. They'll send a force of 10,000 men and 50 longships. They'll have their main forces attacking the Reach from the South. Forcing Renly's forces to respond. The Tyrell would need to act; otherwise, they'll anger their own lords."

"Hopefully, they'll arrive in less than a month," Stannis muttered.

"They will. Good luck, Gendry, Mya," Galadriel said finally.

Both climbed into the boat that would soon take them to those war galleons. It would be the first time Galadriel's forces would face the enemy in the war. Galadriel realised that she'd need to gather more troops. And she truly wanted to bring some use to the Cash items she had lying around waiting for her at the Isle of Faces. But couldn't quite find how. Also, there were the Dragon Eggs, and how would she hatch them?

I have to find out... it shouldn't be hard. Also, I must do something else to bring grandfather and Robb Stark to the table. Mm, I wonder if that fool already made his move?

Galadriel thought, soon noticing a "soldier" of her, bringing news she could use. One of her agents, dressing up as a Stormland soldier.

"Your Grace, my lords. A raven."

"What is it?" Galadriel asked, already knowing what it was, but kept off the facade. She took the letter and read it. She had to hide a smirk from appearing—such good timing.

"Your Grace?" Ser Barristan asked, who glanced at those golden eyes.

"Balon Grejoy has crowned himself King of the Iron Islands... and his son, Theon Greyjoy, has betrayed Robb Stark and taken Winterfell, capturing Robb Stark, younger brothers."

That shocked them for a while, but it only lasted a few seconds. Because it just made sense. It was almost as if they were just thinking the same, like, "Of course, Balon Grejoy is crowning himself king, now of all times." Stannis just had a visibly angry face. Truly hating, yet another king has risen, this time from the sea. And one that he defeated a while ago.

"I told Robert to kill him when he had the chance. The Grejoys aren't trustworthy," Stannis's voice seemed to hold quite a grudge, and Galadriel noticed it. "And now, another thief appears."

"The Stark, Robb Stark, cannot fight a war on two fronts. He had to go back to Winterfell," Ser Barristan muttered. "And we can't overestimate the Greyjoys' ships. They can build a large number."

Galadriel, for her part, saw a truly golden opportunity now. Those idiots of the sea gave me what I needed to unite two kingdoms. "Ser Barristan, uncle. I need a ship. I'll go to meet grandfather and Robb Stark."

They glared at her immediately and were about to protest, but Galadriel raised her hand. "Hear me. Now, with the Greyjoys' rebelling and attacking Robb Stark's home. It gives only two choices for him. Go back and marched his soldiers back to the North to fight the Ironborn. Or divide his forces, which will not matter. He has, with this, officially lost the momentum in his campaign. He can't win this war with this now. And grandfather will take the opportunity to either take his forces to assist King's Landing, or attack him directly, something I will not allow. We need the North and the Westerlands to have a chance. And only I can do this. My grandfather will listen to me, and Robb Stark will do the same."

It was a shame, this happened just now that Gendry and Mya were leaving, but it wasn't frankly a problem for Galadriel. She knew that the Ironborn would eventually do something like that, and her agents did tell her about Balon Greyjoy's plan. Still, it was a matter of when he would do so. And now, It was the right moment since the Seven Kingdoms were deep in a civil war. Perfect, more chaos. Galadriel thought, happy.

"If they want the war to be over. This is my only chance."

Ser Barristan and Stannis couldn't honestly see an error in her thinking. It was indeed a sound plan. They knew that if there was any opportunity for them in the war, uniting the rest of the Kingdoms was their best bet.

"And I'm not asking for permission. I'm the Queen, and I'll do what I must to protect my Kingdom," Galadriel added with finality. Stannis stared at her, but for an extended time before nodding.

"Of course, Your Grace. A ship can take you to Quiet Isle. The winds are strong, so it should take you three days. And then, less to reach Harrenhal, where Lord Tywin is."

Stannis glanced back at her, and Galadriel could see that Stannis was slowly respecting and seeing her as a ruler now. It may need to be faster. But, at the very least was happening.

"Ser Barristan, prepare a hundred men and horses if we can. We part as soon as possible."

"At once, Your Grace."

Galadriel smiled, deciding what more fun she could get out of the war.


Illyrio Mopatis's thoughts linger on schemes he designed all these years. Those plots were truly hard to follow and discarded quite fast. But nothing out of the ordinary, nor what he wasn't expecting. Plans change. That's natural. Yet, inside Illyrio's mind, he couldn't quite grasp the extent of the plans ahead of him.

All I have work for, and the plans I have prepared. They are being threatened. I can't... we can't wait any longer.

Illyrio Moptais's thoughts were interrupted as he approached the yard of his large palace. There, he found a certain lord leaning on the wall, watching a young man, a teenager, who seemed deep in his reading session. Both men stared at the boy with proud smiles.

"Lord Connington, how fares our young king?" Illyrio asked, hiding his own joyful smile. The exiled lord of Westeros hummed deeply, wondering the same. But he has to yet find himself disappointed by Rhaegar's son. There was nothing that Rhaegar wouldn't have done to achieve his dreams. My sweet prince, I've failed you. But no more. I'll make sure to make your son a king. Jon Connington whispered, thinking of what could have been if it hadn't been for his failures.

"He's been raised to lead, to do his duty. The young King has been shaped into a ruler like no other," Jon Connington whispered, almost seeing his beloved Rhaegar in him. Or perhaps it was his own imagination. It didn't matter, for him, Aegon Targaryen. Rhaegar's son was the one truly fit to rule Westeros.

"He is a smart lad," Illyrio whispered, not showing a fatherly-like smile.

Aegon then turned around and saw both of them, and smiled. "Magister Mopatis, Jon! What are you two doing there, looking at me in such a way?" The young one stated, chuckling, putting his book down and walking towards them.

"Nothing at all, my king, just wondering about the future," Jon stated.

"The future," Aegon hummed, glancing at Illyrio. "It is true? Robert, the Usurper is dead, and Westeros is burning?"

"That is accurate, my King. The Stag, Lion, Wolf and Roses are all sinking teeth into each other. And if what I have heard recently is true, the Ironborn are now claiming their independence too."

Aegon's face, that handsome young face, frowned deeply, believing that no matter how much he tried to deny it. The fact that so many kings were being declared in such a short amount of time couldn't be more lamentable than aggravating. Westeros was bleeding, all fighting, all trying to claim what he believed to be his birthright. But nevertheless, Aegon had to be patient.

"It sounds like the right moment," Aegon stated. "Chaos brings nothing but pain and suffering to the people of Westeros. No one seems to realise this but me. How many are dying now? I must protect the realm now before they burn it to the ground."

"Militaristic speaking, it is but the perfect time to strike. But, my King, are you ready to lead an army to battle? To fight? Are you ready for the decisions that may come with wearing a crown?" Jon Connington asked, not hiding his concern. However, Aegon nodded while chuckling to himself.

"It is not my duty as a king to lead my army? These men are willing to follow me. They'll die for me. The least I can do is be next to them in the front. Just like my father did."

Rhaegar's son truly believed that. Yes, he understood how dangerous it could be. Rhaegar died on the battlefield against Robert. Aegon saw the prospect of his life ending the same way and could understand the apprehension of Jon and Mopatis to let him fight. Yet, if he has to prove himself worthy of the Iron Throne. Aegon needed to show that as a King. He wasn't afraid to fight a war.

"Wise and brave words, my King. But don't run after glory and duty so hastily. That killed your father."

Aegon saw in his eyes a pang of guilt and pain. But the Young Griff had his sight on the prize. "I shall not fall my father's to the grave."

"That's all I ever hope for."

Illyrio Mopatis then spoke. "Perhaps, before you sail towards Westeros. Could we find more allies? What about your aunt Daenerys?"

"I hold no ill will towards my aunt. But I shall not look out for her like a beggar. She should come to me in Westeros."

"Of course, but you shouldn't throw away alliance if possible," Illyrio said, trying to find a way to secure success in this endeavour truly. He knew that armies could achieve a goal. But It was politics and schemes that secured a victory. And Illyrio would have to be cunning and be one step ahead of everyone if he wished for Aegon to succeed.

"Magister Mopatis, do you not trust the king?" Jon asked, watching him coldly.

"I do, my lord. However, a wise king would know when to strike and go to a retreat. He shall also see what would benefit him in the long run and give him what he needs."

Aegon frowned but saw no reason to doubt those words. Indeed, Illyrio has been his dear friend and given him everything he wishes and more. So, Aegon couldn't doubt his intentions.

"What do you suggest?" Aegon asked.

"I have heard the news of Dorne declaring for the oldest princess, Galadriel Baratheon," Illyrio said not long before Jon Connington intervened with a sudden burst of anger.

"Traitors," Jon muttered. "How could they support the daughter of the men who killed Rhaegar? The granddaughter of Tywin Lannister, the responsible for Queen Elia and Rhaenys' death?!"

"She gave no such order, for she wasn't born then," Illyrio replied carefully. "Should a child carry the weight of the sins of their ancestors? In that matter, one must remember that Aegon's grandfather wasn't different from Tywin Lannister."

Connington shut his mouth, not knowing what to say. However, Aegon stared at Mopatis, carefully hearing the Magister's words.

"What are you saying? That, I should ally myself with her...? She wants to be Queen. Westeros can't have a Queen. Why should I be worried or bothered to assist her?" Aegon asked, with no genuine anger. More of mild curiosity.

"To keep your mind open. The princess is different from your aunt, who has lived all her life in exile. Princess Galadriel has ruled in her father's name. She has achieved great things. Things that many kings before her couldn't even do. That is something you cannot ignore. And besides, the people loved her with passion. But it is just like your say. Even if she's crowned Queen, she would never truly rule and must marry to secure the line."

Now, Connington glanced at the Magister. "I see, to ask such a thing... to whom you are loyal to, Magister Mopatis?" Jon hissed as the jovial Magister glanced at the exiled lord with an offended look.

"To our king," Illyrio said, hiding more than just a few insults. "I want him to succeed more than anyone else. More than you."

"I doubt that," Jon added quickly, not understanding what Illyrio undoubtedly was for Aegon. The exiled lord didn't have to, for Aegon simply raised his hand.

"Lord Connington, please. I understand your worries. I have my own insecurities about this. But, if I could secure my throne without a fight. I would. I know I'll have to face my enemies face to face. But, I wonder..." Aegon has heard many things from the White Lion of the Red Keep. The Targaryen was born out of Robert's seed—a cruel joke from the Gods, or simply divine intervention.

Still, Aegon could only wonder what type of person the princess was yet, while the truth was that he wouldn't turn a way for peace and a potential ally. There could only be one ruler. And he was the true ruler, the One King Westeros needed.

"I'll keep my mind open, just like you say, Magister Mopatis. If an opportunity arises. After all, my uncle, Prince Dorian, must have seen something in her if he chose her. They don't know I'm still alive. That Elia's son is still breathing, carrying the burden and sun of Martell in his back. If they knew, something could be arranged. However, I will make Tywin Lannister pay for his crimes and what he did to my mother and sister. That's something nothing I will not compromise."

Mopatis smiled. "That's all I ask, my King. The people would love you as they love her."

Jon Connington didn't say anything. But remain quiet all that time. A sneer that appeared could only be visible. I will not have Rhaegar's son wed Robert's daughter. Nor having bow down to anyone. He is the King. The true one. His birthright shall not be denied. Jon's thoughts were filled with malice and anger. Deep-rooted in more than a decade of suffering. But he would not ask hastily. He was a different one than before. No, he'll wait and wait for the right moment to strike.

"Still, how many soldiers do we have? Besides the Golden Company?" Aegon asked.

"We have 10,000 soldiers and the war elephants. However, I have secured 10,000 more soldiers from different types of groups."

"More mercenaries," Jon added with a scoff.

"Experienced warriors, who will keep their word as long they are well-paid," Mopatis replied quickly. "We only need ships. But worry do not, my King. That is being taken care of at the moment."

"I see," Aegon answered, nodding, pleased to hear that. He realised that the moment to march and return to his home was getting closer.

Finally, after such a long time, I shall return home. A Dragon will once again sit there on the Iron Throne. And I'll avenge my family. My mother and sister.

Aegon thought, looking ahead to his mission. The goal he has been trained in all his life.

"It's time to prepare the army... it's time for the Golden Company to march home."

Soon enough, another king would join the fight for the Iron Throne—another pretender.


Robb Stark stared at the letter with trembling hands. Half-furious, half-in-disbelief. Never did he think Theon would do such a traitorous thing. However, here it was, the proof of it. And he has himself to blame.

"This cannot be true..." Robb muttered, just trying to believe it was all a lie.

"We've had ravens from White Harbor, Barrowton and the Dreadfort. It's all true," lord Bolton said, watching Robb's every move.

"Why? Why would Theon-"

"Because the Greyjoys are treasonous whores," lord Bolton expressed, not hiding anger.

"Bran... Rickon...?" Catelyn asked, simply holding her heart as if it were to explode.

"We've heard nothing of them yet," Lord Bolton added. "But Rodrik Cassel is dead."

Catelyn, who has been just sitting, hearing, and moving from one place to the next, simply couldn't hold it in. "I told you, never trust a Greyjoy!" Catelyn snapped as Robb only stood there before clenching his hands.

"I must go North at once," Robb muttered.

"There's still a war to win, Your Grace!" Bolton barked, stopping Robb in his tracks.

"How can I call myself King if I can't hold my castle?!" Robb yelled now, showing no emotion other than anger and guilt. "It's my fault! All of it! I trusted Theon like a brother! I trusted him! Now-! How can I ask men to follow me if I can't-!"

Robb punched the table hard, making it tremble, as Grey Wind, his Direwolf, simply whined at the sudden tension in the air.

"You're a King!" Bolton replied, looking at him. "And that means you don't have to do everything yourself."

"Let me go and talk with him," Catelyn said, trying to do this for herself. She needed to see her children safe. However, Robb wouldn't trust Theon with his mother—no more.

"There's no going to be a talk... he will die for this," Robb said, glaring at his mother. Bolton then interrupted. He wanted to make sure Robb understood what a stake there was. They were in a delicate position but a strong one as well. One mistake, and they'll all die.

"Theon holds the castle with a skeleton crew. Let me send word to my bastard at the Dreadfort. He can raise a few hundred men and retake Winterfell before the new moon," Bolton said, and Robb Stark knew it all too well. But there was more than that. "We have the Lannisters on the run. Suppose you march all the way back North now. You'll lose what you've gained. We can't afford a mistake now. My boy would be honoured to bring you Theon's head."

Robb just stood there, thinking the options were available, but few could genuinely satisfy him. But he had a choice to make. "Tell your son Bran and Rickon's safety is paramount. And Theon, I want him brought to me alive. I want to look him in the eye and ask him why... and then I'll take his head myself."

Robb sat on his chair again, looking at the map, wondering what he'd do now. They were in a good position for now. And with Renly marching to King's Landing, he was sure that Tywin Lannister had to make a decision, just like himself. But still, everything could change at any moment. He was feeling quite exhausted now. And so everyone else. However, a Stark soldier appeared with a letter.

"Your Grace, a raven," the Stark soldier quickly stated as if he were programmed to speak in said way. Trying to imitate the accent of the Northerner. Of course, no one noticed it.

"From where?" Robb asked as he was given the letter.

"From Dragonstone."

"The princess?" Catelyn whispered as Robb took the letter and began to read it. Everyone there waited anxiously to hear what the news was about. Robb had a mix of expressions, and it was tough to see what he felt.

"Robb?" Catelyn asked, watching Robb put the note down, deep in thought.

"Stannis Baratheon, Prince Doran Martell, and countless Lords from the Stormlands and Crownlands have declared for the princess... or should I say, Queen."

"Dorne?" Catelyn whispered. "But they hate the Lannisters."

"It clear that the Queen is different," Roose Bolton added, watching Robb's face.

"She has an army now. And a fleet with an experienced commander on the helm. And she is ready to meet Tywin Lannister at Harrenhal," Robb said before glancing at all of them. "And she wants to meet me to come to peace terms."

That bit of news was met with mixed receptions. The princess's words, now Queen, were far more believable than those of Tywin Lannister. That no one denied, yet, for what reason would the Queen wishes to meet Robb?

It may be too obvious. However, now Robb had the decision to make.

"I'll meet her and hear her terms," Robb declared.

"Robb..." Catelyn whispered, watching her son.

"This could be the only chance we have to achieve something. If we have peace, I'll march North and destroy the Greyjoys. We could come to terms with joining forces to defeat the Ironborn once and for all."

"Are you sure, Your Grace? She's a Lannister," Roose Bolton stated with a cold expression.

"Aye, but she's a Baratheon. And I trust her word, just like father trusted her," Robb sighed deeply. "She also wants to return father's sword back to me."

Catelyn closed her eyes and gulped her sorrows down. "If this is what you wish."

"Yes, it is."

Robb wondered if peace could be achieved. It was only time to see.


Galadriel hummed deeply as she rode on her cute and strong horse. Honestly, she has become a master rider. The ships arrived way early to the Quiet Isles. Perhaps they broke a record. It only took a day and a half to reach it. Maybe, because Galadriel was using her magic to keep the winds in their direction and using a few Cash items to speed up their ships. It was like pushing fast forward in a movie. None noticed it. They all believed the winds did it all. She also made them feel "disoriented" during that time. Sea sickness was what they thought they had during that time, which served Galadriel's purpose.

The power of money can do anything. Galadriel thought as her mind returned to her Dragon Eggs and how she could hatch them. She thought of many ways and did a bit of research about it. Yet, her investigation turned empty-handed since the secret to hatching Dragon Eggs had been lost. Or, at least, destroyed. So, now she only needed to find what or how.

I could use Shooting Star, but... would that work? Galadriel wondered. It may, truly. But, part of Galadriel didn't want to waste a wish like that. Yet, she'll use it if she can't find another way. Also, Galadriel wanted to make sure the Dragon grew up fast. Otherwise, she'll need to wait years before they can be helpful. And she didn't have time for that. Besides, where was the fun in that?

So, how should I do it? Something about sacrifice and fire. That's what the scrolls said. These are the only ones I ever found about this. But what should I sacrifice? Still, that's optional... I will have to check my inventory and see if there is something I can use. Yes, definitely. I may have something hidden there, and I just need to remember.

Galadriel would have to be careful with her experiments once she returns to Dragonstone. She didn't want to destroy those Dragon Eggs.

"Your Grace, we are reaching Harrenhal," Ser Barristan called as he rode beside his Queen. Galadriel nodded happily.

"Quite fast, eh?" Galadriel just added, trying to sound surprised.

"Indeed... this was a quite... fast travel," Ser Barristan muttered. He couldn't quite grasp what had happened on the ship. Everything was going so fast, yet, it didn't feel like it. I may have eaten something off. Ser Barristan thought, deciding to shrug those thoughts away.

Soon enough, some Lannister's riders approached the Queen's small entourage. "Holt! Stay your name and business! Or we will attack!" One yelled as Galadriel smiled and took her cloak off.

"I'm Galadriel Baratheon, granddaughter of Tywin Lannister and Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. I came here to see my grandfather."

The riders were shocked and seemed to look around, confused. However, they knew something: never anger the Old Lion by disrespecting his family.

"O-Of course!"

Galadriel nodded as she glanced at Ser Barristan. "Was that good?" She asked sheepishly, as the old knight chuckled.

"Truly wonderful, my Queen."

They ride, and Galadriel sees first-hand the blasted ruins of Harrenhal. This could be a good castle if it is rebuilt. If... Galadriel would like to bring this castle on its feet once again. The great castle of Harrenhal would definitely be a great wonder. Once all of this ends. She'll do it as a pet project of hers. It's close to the Isle of Faces, her secret base. So, yes, it sounds like a plan.

Soon enough, they entered, and Galadriel frowned at seeing bodies buried in mass burials.

"Grandfathers has been busy," Galadriel muttered.

"His brutality never seems to shock me," Ser Barristan replied, whispering.

Galadriel saw her grandfather, Tywin, and great-uncle Kevan come to the ruined courtyard to receive her with surprised and relieved faces. Although, it was mostly Kevan. Tywin had the same expressionless face as ever. But, Galadriel could see it, in Tywin's eyes, that he was glad to see her.

Ser Barristan jumped out of his horse and helped Galadriel down.

"Grandfather, great-uncle," Galadriel, being her, approached Kevan and hugged him, kissing him on the cheek, and did the same to Tywin, who obviously didn't push her away. "I'm glad to see you both."

"Galadriel, we are happy that you're alive. We feared the worst when news of what happened at King's Landing arrived," Kevan said as Galadriel glanced at Tywin.

"Well, believe me, I'm surprised too," Galadriel said. "A lot has happened since then."

Tywin didn't say much for a while. But as he stared at his granddaughter, his eyes simply softened. "I believe we have a lot to talk about."

"Yes, we do."

Arya Stark, who was watching everything from above a window, simply stood there, shocked to see the princess again. Would she recognise her? Arya didn't know. However, if she was there, it must be for something. And she had to find out what it was.


Galadriel sat on the table as Ser Barristan stood behind her. Tywin finally allowed himself to take a deep breath, as Kevan could see a side of his brother he had barely seen before. They were the only ones there in the room. Allowing the Old Lion breathing room to show a bit more.

"Dorne is declaring for you," Tywin said, thinking deeply. "And you have Stannis Baratheon, Ser Barristan, on your side. As well as some of the Crownlands and Stormlands lords."

Galadriel nodded, watching the girl prepare some food. She tilted her head, feeling that she had seen her before. Her agents have told her about Tywin's fascination with a supposed noble girl from the North. Yet, Galadriel believed there was more than that. Could it be? Still, she looked back at her grandfather.

"We have 10,000 men, and with Dorne's soldier, 20,000 soldiers. They are keeping their main forces south. And from what prince Doran told me. They'll harras the Reach, forcing Renly's army to act."

Tywin nodded, glad to hear some good news finally. "And this forces, under Robert's bastards. Will they succeed?" He asked, as Galadriel just scoffed.

"They will. Their objective is not to face Renly but to slow him down. I trust them, and you will, too," Galadriel said, surprising Tywin to hear her speak in such a manner. She's grown. She's no longer the same child as before. Good. He thought, hiding his pride.

"Trust," Tywin scoffed slightly at such a word. "But I guess the Baratheon's seed runs deep. War is their strong suit, after all."

"I'm new to strategy, but trust Ser Barristan and uncle's advice," Galadriel said, and Tywin agreed. "And they support me to claim the Iron Throne."

Galadriel also added, now staring at him.

"I see... so you're truly going with this," Tywin whispered. "Becoming Queen?"

"I am the Queen, grandfather. Whether you liked it or not. Nothing will change this. Joffrey is not fit to be King. You know this; Uncle Kevan knows this. The people of the Seven Kingdoms know this. Even mother knows this," Galadriel's voice echoed throughout the room. Kevan and Tywin stared at her; those golden eyes were so different from before. "So, I'm asking you this, Lord Tywin. You wanted your legacy to last a thousand years. But ask yourself, will you bet it on Joffrey and mother to accomplish it? Because if that's true. Then, I swear it won't last another year."

Arya, moving plates from one place to another, could feel shivers run down her spine, hearing such a voice. This is not how she used to sound... not at all. Arya gulped as the silence was deafening. She began to prepare the wine before recalling that the princess didn't drink.

Tywin and Galadriel stared at each other. Golden eyes glared into the green eyes. And for a few minutes, nothing was said.

"If you truly are the Queen. What's your plan?" Tywin asked, deflecting an answer. But not genuinely saying no. Galadriel could read her grandfather and knew how he played. So she simply huffed. But knowing the answer to such a question.

"I'll secure peace with the North. I'll meet with Robb Stark and hear his terms. And he'll listen to mine. The Greyjoys hold Winterfell, and he needs to answer. Also, he knows that, with my forces on your side. We outnumber him 2 to 1. If he continues this. A victory on his side looks bleak."

"You want peace with him?" Kevan asked, looking at her with perplexed eyes. "After everything they'd done?"

"Yes, Catelyn Stark's folly put the war on its track. But, it was Joffrey's actions that ended any notion of peace," Galadriel said, looking at Tywin, who kept staring at her. "He raised his soldiers because of what Joffrey did to his father, to seek justice, to free him and his sister just like you did for uncle Tyrion. If he hadn't, his bannermen would have thought of him as soft and unfit to rule. Every action he has made can be justified."

"He still claims to be the King of the North," Tywin pointed out. "How will you unite the North to your cause if he wants a crown?"

"A crown doesn't make you a king. Actions do. And I know Robb Stark understands now better than anyone that while his position is strong. It's not forever. And I'm sure... that we can arrange something."

"Arrange something you say," Tywin muttered, leaning into his chair as the girl served him wine.

"You taught me that we must serve our enemies with steel and fire. When they defy us, and when they are on their knees, help them back into their feet. Robb Stark is not a sheep but a wolf. And could be my greatest ally... our greatest ally."

Tywin didn't say much as he simply sipped his wine. "We could destroy him with these numbers now," Tywin noted; it wasn't truly a statement, more of a question. He looked into his granddaughter, watching, questioning, and testing her. He wanted to see if she truly knew what she was doing. Of course, Galadriel knew how his mind worked too.

"We could... but at what cost? Renly's marching on King's Landing; you truly believe Joffrey will not run...?"

"He is a Lannister; he'll stand and fight."

"He is a coward who hides underneath mother's dress. Joffrey's a bully who only acts tough when people around him are protecting him, like our mother. But once you take that away, he'll do nothing. Everyone in King's Landing hates him. I know you have heard this about the things he had done. Do you honestly believe they'll fight for him? Do you truly think that he'll fight like a brave warrior? Are you that deluded?" Galadriel's words shocked Kevan, Ser Barristan and Arya, who only glanced at Tywin's dark expression. No one has ever talked to him like that before. But his granddaughter, who sat there, watching him directly into his eyes.

"If you believed that, my mother is dead. Uncle Tyrion is dead. And we lose the Iron Throne and so your legacy," Galadriel spoke without fear in her voice, showing a different version of herself. No stuttering, not hiding her face. A Lion, in Tywin's eyes. A sense of pride and awe emerged from within him. How much has Galadriel changed? Has she truly become something else? He didn't know, but Tywin could feel happiness that she was his blood.

Tywin remained quiet for a brief period. "So peace... with Robb Stark."

"Peace... if we can."

Tywin took a deep breath, nodding at her. "Girl, wine."

Galadriel then glanced at the girl, who seemed to be wasting time serving their food. She narrowed her eyes and felt as if something was odd there. Galadriel tilted her head and could see the girl's face better, especially when she began to serve them wine. Since the girl gave Galadriel water, knowing she didn't drink, Galadriel saw those eyes and the face and finally recognised her. Whoa, she's alive and posing as a grandfather cupbearer. This is hilarious! And amazing... but with this, I can achieve what I want. Galadriel smiled, pretending not to recognize her for now.

"Still, Jaime is captive. Remember that," Tywin said, snapping Galadriel back to the conversation.

"And we have Sansa... Arya is lost. But, if we had her, we could exchange them. And truly start with the right foot."

"Yes, I have thought the same... a shame Cersei's folly lost us that opportunity," Tywin hissed, drinking his wine. "Only the Gods knows how Jaime is faring in the hand of those savages."

Galadriel stared at him, amused.

"Grandfather, I must remind you I was to marry Robb Stark. I have met him and talked to him, just like Eddard Stark. They are not savages. They are honourable men, and because they are that. If we reach terms, we could find a good ally. And gather our forces and ride to King's Landing."

Arya hid her proud smile. She has begun starting to like the princess. At the very least, she was honest and didn't look down on her family.

Tywin tapped the table with his finger. He knew there wasn't another choice. He had no choice, honestly. But peace? Tywin knew compromises. He understood the fact that sometimes one must make peace with his enemies. But it would be a lie if that didn't leave a sour taste in his mouth. A boy defeated him multiple times. His arrogance made him a fool. Still, this wasn't about his personal pride. But his family's legacy and future.

"Robb Stark's mind for battle has surprised me," Tywin muttered, and Galadriel would definitely use some other words. But obviously didn't do so. "His men worship him..."

"And his is Eddard Stark's son. His word is one I'll trust," Galadriel added, making Tywin sigh.

"I leave it to you then... however, if the terms are unacceptable, like keeping the title of King of the North and fracturing the Seven Kingdoms. I'll not follow you," Tywin pointed out coldly. "But if you succeed with this... and manage to bring Robb Stark to the table, find common ground and peace. We'll talk about making you Queen."

Galadriel couldn't help but chuckle. Of course, grandfather. Galadriel thought, glancing at the cupbearer.

"Of course, grandfather," Galadriel replied as she glanced at Arya, who began to move things around, just making time and keeping an ear out to listen to what they were saying. "And all I need is your help... Arya."

Soon enough, Arya froze, dropping the plate on the floor. Galadriel had to admit watching Tywin's shocked face was incredibly funny. Arya looked around like a cornered pup.

"I don't-"

"Please, Arya, I can recognise you anywhere. You have Ned Stark's eyes."

Tywin was utterly stunned to have Robb Stark's sister serving him wine and water. Of all the things he expected to find out, this wasn't one of them. Tywin truly believed that the girl might be a noble girl from the North, but no more. But to discover she's no other than Eddard Stark's daughter. It made him feel like an idiot.

A Stonemason who knew how to read and died for loyalty. Smart girl. Again, a Stark has fooled me. I don't know if I should be angry or amused. Tywin thought, having to come to the terms that the girl played him like a fool. But honestly, if he had to admit it. The conversations with the girl have amused and entertained him greatly, but nevertheless, it made him feel quite exposed.

"Girl, is that true?" Tywin asked, not genuinely needing her reply. But it was something he wanted to hear.

Arya just looked at him and then at the princess and sighed. "Yes, milord-! My lord!"

Galadriel chortled slightly as Tywin hummed, entertained.

"How did you end up here?" Tywin asked, watching Arya's expression with great interest.

"Joffrey's men attacked my father's when I was practising water dance. I escaped, and one of the men of the Night's Watch took me, cutting my hair and dressing up as a boy. Then, I don't know how Joffrey's mercenaries found us or what they were doing there, but they attacked the caravan. I escaped until Lannister's forces captured me and... ended up here."

"And become my grandfather's cupbearer," Galadriel added. "Well, I'm not surprised he didn't recognise you. He never met you before."

"And I am a good cupbearer and small."

Galadriel tilted her head, watching the cheeky girl speak. "Truly?" She asked, glancing at Tywin, who chortled, as he sipped his wine. Still amused by Arya's challenging behaviour.

Galadriel had to give it to the girl. She has a strong survivor's drive. "Quite the adventurer... but I'm relieved you're safe. I feared the worst."

"Did you?" Arya asked, showing that same defiance that got her in trouble the first time back at the Trident. "For all I know, you left father root in that cell. And now you'll use me to bring Robb to speak with you. Perhaps, even bring the Kingslayer back."

Galadriel raised an eyebrow. Well, you're not wrong... but at least try not to snap in front of a potential enemy. Galadriel thought, amused.

"I know why you found her entertaining," Galadriel said, smiling at Tywin, who scoffed, but amusement could be seen in his eyes.

"Arya, I tried to help your father. But he didn't want to leave King's Landing with both of you. If he had, Joffrey would have, you know, my brother. He tried to kill me; what would he have done to both of you?"

Arya simply remained silent. The thought of that terrified her. And, suddenly, she remembered that Sansa was still at King's Landing. "Sansa... how are you going to save her? How are you going to help my brother and siblings?" Arya asked, remembering that the Greyjoys had betrayed them and that Bran and Rickon were being held captivated by Winterfell. Her family was in danger, and if she could do something about it, to help and save them. She'll do it. And that was what Galadriel wanted.

"I don't want to use you... I want you to help me," Galadriel stood up, strolling to the small girl, taking her hands and looking at her in the eyes. "If we are quick, we can meet with Robb and stop this from escalating further. You'll be able to see your mother and brother. And maybe even help us find a way to save Sansa from Joffrey. Bran and Rickon are also in trouble... Winterfell is under the Greyjoy's control; who knows what they are doing there."

Arya stared back at those golden eyes and simply felt hypnotised. Arya could feel as if she could trust her. Arya felt calm and safe next to the princess and could feel as if everything would be alright. Galadriel only chuckled, feeling sad that her allure could do such a thing to such a young child.

Sorry for using you like this, Arya. But I have to. But don't worry; this will save your family. Galadriel smiled sweetly as she released Arya's tiny hands.

"Will you help?" Galadriel asked.

"Will you swear that my brother is not going to die? That my mother and Sansa are going to be safe? That Rickon and Bran are going to be alright?!" Arya begged, and Galadriel simply nodded.

"I swear it, by all gods, old and new. That I'll do everything I can to secure your family's safety," Galadriel smiled, watching the expression of desperation and relief on Arya's face. She's genuinely like her mother. They are doing everything for their family. Galadriel glanced down at Arya, who sighed shakily before looking at her.

Arya took a deep breath and nodded. "I'll help."


Arya looked around, trying her hardest to find out Jaqen. It may be the last time they see each other. And still has a name on her list that she wants to eliminate.

"Where are you, Jaqen?" Arya hissed as she started to look around. It didn't take enough before it stumbled to the Faceless Man, who had an intrigued look on his face.

"A girl called for a man?"

"Where were you?" Arya asked angrily.

"A man has patrol duty," he replied, almost offended.

"The Princess-Eh, the Queen, is here... she's going to meet Robb, my brother. This may end the war... with any luck."

"A girl doesn't sound confident," he noted. "But you called for me... you still have one name. Give the man a name. The Red God demands it."

Arya nodded. "How long after I give you the name does it take you to kill someone?"

"A minute, an hour, a month. Death is certain. The time is not."

Arya just grunted. She didn't have much time. Every minute that passes, it's one more minute that Sansa has to be under Joffrey's control. A minute in which her family was in danger.

"But you will... kill them."

"A man has not to lie, little girl. A man has proven that's is true."

"Alright, I get it... I trust you, and I have a name... it's the King. Joffrey Baratheon."

Jaqen stared at Arya before smiling. "A man would do as his promise. Three names you have given me. Three deaths. The Red God would be, please. But it's time for me to go now."

Arya gazed at him. "Would I ever see you again...?"

Jaqen before giving the small girl a coin. "Jaqen is dead now, little girl, just like Arry. And I have the promise to keep, for that boy that never existed, and the Red God. Remember these words, little girl, Valar Morgulis."

The Faceless man gives Arya a coin, which makes the girl frown. "This is iron...It is valuable?"

"More than gold. Keep it, for the future, is vast and dark. And all of us will have a role to play. Even the Red God," Jaqen spoke, feeling the winds shifting slowly. As his eyes glanced at the Queen with white hair and golden eyes in the courtyard, preparing to leave.

Galadriel glanced at him, and Jaqen froze until the Queen nodded as if she knew she was a Faceless man. But there was more than that in that exchange.

"Valar Dohaeris," Jaqen muttered back. "I shall kill the name you give me. And will meet soon again."

"Really?" Arya whispered back, glad to hear it, as Jaqen chuckled.

"The Red God has a duty that must be obeyed. I, like many others, had to follow this new path that lay before us."

Arya frowned, confused about what that was supposed to mean. But then again, she didn't know what Jaqen was or what the Faceless Men were in anycase. But those words made her wonder.

"There are more like you?" Arya asked, and now Jaqen smiled.

"We'll meet again, Arya Stark. And once we do and wish to learn more, who would be a new master to serve, seek for it."

"New master... to serve?"

Jaqen smiled before turning his back to her. Soon enough, he disappears among the countless Lannister soldier. Arya was confused and didn't know what to think about those words. Yet, in the future, she'll understand.

"Valar morghulis..." Arya mutered, watuchg the strange iron coin.

"Arya, are you ready?" Galadriel asked as she approached the small girl with her horse. Arya glanced up and saw those golden eyes and white hair shining above.

"Yes, I am..."

Galadriel smiled. "Good, we have to ride now."

A Faceless man, eh? One of my agents noticed a strange Lannister soldier who seemed different from an average person. Those are weird people. But what is he doing in Westeros? The last time I met one was when I was a child. They do have strange illusion powers. Very interesting.

Galadriel hummed, wondering how Arya found one. Nevertheless, if she could use it to her advantage, the better.


Robb Stark agreed to meet Galadriel on Riverrun, his mother's ancestral home. Perhaps, the only place he felt ever comfortable meeting the enemy. At the same time, while he trusts Galadriel to keep up her words. The same couldn't be said about Tywin Lannister.

If things didn't work out, the Stark army was positioned in such a position. They'll retreat quickly or attack depending on how all fares in the peace talks.

Robb was on his horse, waiting. Soon enough, he saw his scouts approaching.

"Your Grace, the Lannister's forces are nearby... and saw the princess. She's coming with Ser Barristan and Lord Tywin."

Robb took a deep breath. "I see."

"Robb, are you sure?" Catelyn asked as she stood next to her oldest son.

"If this can give us a chance for peace and to get the girls back... yes, I'm sure."

Catelyn sighed shakily. Soon enough, she saw the princess riding to meet them. However, Catelyn recognised a small girl who seemed uncomfortable riding behind Ser Barristan. That face, the expression, she recognized it everywhere.

"Arya!" Catelyn exclaimed with a hopeful gasp.

When Galadriel and her followers arrived, Arya jumped out of the horse, and so did Catelyn. They hugged each other as decades had passed since the last time they'd seen each other, which wasn't so far from the truth.

"Mother!" Arya yelled, embracing her. "I missed you."

"Arya! Oh, my sweet girl!" Catelyn exclaimed, hugging her tightly, sobbing.

Robb wasted no time doing the same, and Arya almost jumped to him. "Robb!"

"Arya...!" Robb was shocked to see her but glad. However, he needed clarification on where she had been hiding all this time. "Your hair...? What happened?"

"I thought it would look nice on me," Arya chuckled, cleaning her tears, making Catelyn scoff joyfully and Robb smile.

Robb then stared at Galadriel, who was now in front of him, holding his father's sword. "Here, this also belongs to you," Galadriel said, pretending it to be way heavier for her than it actually was.

Arya and Catelyn saw Ice for the first time ever. The Wolf's head on the pommel, the clean and beautiful edge. Their family sword was finally in the hands of a Stark once again.

"Your father wanted me to tell you something... his last words to you," Galadriel whispered softly, remembering the face of Ned Stark, the honourable fool who died for what he believed. "The Lone Wolf Dies-"

"But the pack survives," Robb finished, whispering the words while holding the ancestral sword. It did feel quite heavy on his hands. "In the name of the Stark family, you have my eternal thanks for this."

Galadriel nodded. "Arya here has quite the tale to tell... but I swear it. She has not been touched or abused during all this time."

Robb and Catelyn glanced at Arya, who nodded. "She's telling the truth."

Robb sighed. "I guess we'll need to hear all of that later. But now... I think this... is not just a gift, isn't it?" Robb asked, watching the cold gaze of Tywin Lannister, who had remained silent all this time.

"I trust my son is alive and well? The same way your daughter is?" Tywin asked coldly.

"He is alive, and his sharp tongue remains the same," Robb replied with the same cold voice. Not the one of a child anymore.

"I want to see him before any talk begins."

Robb only glared at the Old Lion before staring back at Lord Bolton. "Bring the Kingslayer."

Roose nodded slowly before riding away.

"Robb... King Robb," Galadriel said softly, smiling at him. "You've changed since the last time we saw each other."

"Aye, just you like you, Queen Galadriel..."

"We never had a chance to explore any possibility of a relationship truly."

"No, we didn't have much time... we are now at the head of each other respective rebellions. Leading and responsible for the lives of many."

Galadriel hummed. "Now, we must find a way to stop this or let more blood spill."

Robb and Galadriel stared at each other before Robb guided them inside the tent. "Please, let me hear your terms. And you will hear mine."

Galadriel nodded, already smiling brightly inside of her head. Oh, you'll hear more than just that, my dearest Robb. I shall give you a proposal you cannot refuse.

"After you."

Galadriel and Robb entered, and in the skirts of Riverrun, the fate of two Kingdoms would be decided.