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Chapter 12: A Reminder

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Asha

Tied to the bow of one of her own ships was a humiliation. An Ironborn no longer in command of her ships, used as a show of victory for the Northmen. Asha felt that humiliation every time she was tied to the front when the Northmen sailed the seas, with her crew's heads on spikes covering the ships. She'd had no real protection from the sea, not like she was captain. Asha felt every crash of waves as the ships cut through the sea. She felt every cold wind, as sharp as her blades, strike her face. It was a brutal punishment, only being taken off the bow at night to be fed, and in the dungeons when brought to land. The only consolation for her was that she'd not been tortured or raped. They'd just taken all of her dignity instead, reduced to nothing more than a hostage. The last weeks had been no different in suffering for Asha, feeling every wave hit her as they sailed for the Ten Towers. Her Uncle's lands. Seeing them had brought a weak smile to her face.I'm home, and far from the North.

"Squid, Glover's children better be alive or your head will be joining your crew." Alsyane growled as she clapped her in irons.

Asha was to be returned to her Uncle in exchange for Robett Glover's children. Him and that She bear that had knocked her out at the Motte had brought her back. She was the one grabbing her firmly as they dragged her in from of her Uncle, waiting at the dock with Glover's children. The boy was holding his sister tightly. None of the Northmen were pleased to be letting her go, but the prospect of returning Glover's children was what had stayed every Northman's hand. Asha made to walk proudly along the dock, but the journey had drained her. It had taken an effort to just walk. She tried to give a smile to her Uncle. It felt pained as she did it.

"Lord Harlaw, your niece is alive and well. Hand over my children." Robett growled to the man.

Her Uncle nodded, motioning the child forward. The boy ran quickly to his father.

"And my niece now." Harlaw said calmly. Alsyane pushed her over, Asha stumbled over the last few steps of the dock to her Uncle and his men. She turned to see Robett holding his son and daughter tightly, he was still glaring at her though. The two groups stared at each other for a moment, before the Northerners gave a growl and returned to their ships. Asha and her Uncle waited until the ships left.

The reader looked at her solemnly, "It is good to see you home Asha. Better in this state than as a head on the spikes of the Northmen's ships."

"My ships." Asha angrily pointed out. It tired her saying it.

Her uncle shook his head, "No, the Northmen's ships. They took them by the Iron Price."

Asha could only nod, thinking of the amount of dead Iron Born she'd seen at Deepwood Motte.

"The North is in the hands of Wolves again." Asha stated.

"And do we fear a reckoning from it?" Harlaw asked.

Asha stared hard at her uncle. "We do. The Stark that leads them now won't ever forget what my brother did at Winterfell. The Northmen will come one day to end us."

Asha, for all her bravery, wasn't able to hide the hint of fear in her voice.All I see is those predatory eyes when I close my own.

Jon Connington

It was always the wolves. The fucking wolves had ruined everything, causing Rhaegar's death. That wolf bitch had ensnared the Silver Prince. Her brother and father had started a war. And Ned Stark had come South and stopped his victory over Robert, leading to Rhaegar's death. And Varys' little birds were telling the same story. Their pups were ruining things. Sansa Stark with the Vale, and Jon Snow in the North.I've had enough of them, more things for Aegon to deal with.He could see him debating the news, another matter that he would have to deal with to take the realm.

"Will we be able to take the North when I unite everything south of it?" Aegon asked the group.

To his surprise, the septa Lenore answered with a smile. She was the beauty of the group, dark hair and blue eyes, almost as ethereal as the Targaryens were. "I once met a group of Northmen. They told me of their homeland. The North once defeated the entirety of the South when the Andals came at Moat Cailin. And even if you could get through that, the North in winter would freeze your forces your grace. The Northmen are not people to be dealt with. Better to treat."

"I doubt they will though. They've been a pain for over twenty years." Connington spat.

"Perhaps it is best you offer marriage to your aunt? The dragons would help in your goals." Varys offered.

Aegon nodded at him, "They would, but she would not likely accept being put to the side-lines. You say yourself she claims the throne by right even though my claim is greater."

Varys tutted slightly, "You could still rule when married to her. You can rule even with the title of Prince-Consort. She will know little of Westeros whereas you have been trained and born for rule since birth. The title would not matter. The realm would know. You are the blood of the dragon too; the beasts are yours as much as hers."

Aegon gave a smile, so like Rhaegar's.

"Then we'll send a message to my future wife. She will need my guidance if we are to unite the realm."

Jon smiled at the man he had raised like a son.He's like you my silver Prince, knowing what is best for the realm, even if the Greyscale kills me before I see it.

"I'm sure the Northmen will bend when they see dragons behind you. If not, fire and blood upon them." Connington said with a grin. He noticed the group of advisors and Aegon all smile in response, all but the Septa Lenore.

Daenerys

Daenerys had been born here, in the castle of Dragon Stone. It was fitting really, she was born in the place where her ancestor had conquered the realm. It would be where she would reconquer the realm. The realm that was hers by right.I'm glad to be home.And that was the truth. There was a time she wanted the House with the Red door but that wasn't home, it was too small for a dragon. And so was the east. Yunkai and Astapor had not followed her will and had fallen for it. And Daenerys had grown sick of ruling Meeren. She'd grown tired of their complaints. They called her mother for freeing them yet they grumbled and complained when she made them do works in the city. They complained when her dragons, the ones that had freed them from bondage, had eaten their sheep.I've had enough, I do not care for their complaints. I am a dragon.And she had reminded them of it when she had taken the city again with her Khalasar, with her dragons. With Fire and Blood.I will do the same here if they do not submit to their Queen.

Daenerys smiled at the thought as she looked over the Painted Table, showing her realm. A realm that had plunged into chaos without her family. Daenerys looked around the table, seeing her allies. Loyal Jorah, her Queen's guard Ser Barristan, Missandei and Greyworm, her Lord Reaper Victarion Greyjoy, Olenna Tyrell and Loras Tyrell, emissaries for Willas Tyrell, Ellaria Sand, ambassador of Dorne. And Tyrion Lannister, her hand. The group was waiting for her to begin.I am the Queen, Mother of Dragons.

"What news of my realm?" Daenerys asked the group.

Her hand was the first to respond. "We've received news of the capital your grace. My sister has declared herself Queen now that her children are dead. She sits your throne. She is our main threat."

Tyrion spoke bitterly of his sister. He always did.

"We already know who sits my throne. I would like to know more of the realm. Who else are we likely to face?"

"My brother for a start. Euron will do as he likes. He is not your friend and I have half a mind to believe that he has some plan to beat you. I would burn his fleet the moment you see him." Victarion spat out.

Olenna spoke sharply, "That Ironborn has been terrorising our coasts. But in the grand scheme of things he is nothing more than a nuisance, just like the rest of your people. You have more threats to the realm in the land. The Vale Knights have finally got off their arses, taking the Riverlands and rallying around them. You might be able to make cause with them, they have been fighting the Lannisters."

"Kingdoms that betrayed my father and brother?" Daenerys asked with a slight heat in her voice.

Olenna shrugged, "If your family had dragons then, they wouldn't have rebelled in the first place. They'll bend to you when they see your forces I imagine, people tend to prefer their skin not melted."

"You also have the North to deal with." Jorah pointed out.

"The usurper's dogs are all dead. I'm sure the Boltons will want to side with the victors."

Daenerys didn't fail to notice Ser Barristan sigh at that.I don't understand his defence of Ned Stark. He ruined the family that Ser Barristan serves.

"That's not the case I'm afraid." Loras said. She could hear the grief in his voice. His sister had been killed by Cersei Lannister.Though from what I heard, the Lady Tyrell was another False Queen.

Daenerys turned her attention to him.

"A raven came. I believe to all the Kingdoms. It was covered in bloodstains stating that the North belonged to wolves, not Freys, Squids or Boltons. The bastard of Winterfell has returned from the wall and declared himself King in the North, much like his brother Robb did when he marched south."

Olenna gave a small chuckle, "Cousin, Loras. you read the same missive as all of us boy. It seems Ned Stark could lie; the bastard is by Ned's older brother Brandon."

"It doesn't matter which Stark sired him, he's still a threat. He's wiped out both my men and the Boltons in a relatively short time. The bastard's a problem." Victarion bluntly said.

"Will Brandon's son be more likely to bend than a child of his usurper brother?" Daenerys asked Jorah.

The gruff Northman shook his head. "It doesn't matter Your Grace. The North is loyal to Starks and only Starks. He won't bend to you. Not after everything that's happened since the rebellion and the war in the realm. None of my people will want to do anything in the South. And in Winter none of our armies will be able to fight in the North, let alone stay in it."

"Brandon's son might have more cause to not bend as well. Your Father hung him whilst burning his grandfather alive. The Starks have every reason not to support you." Ser Barristan added somewhat forcefully.

He'll bend like his ancestors. And I'll have Jorah replace him anyway. I have no need for usurpers.

"The North is a challenge for a united realm, something that could be achieved if you consent to marrying your nephew. He offers a marriage, for the two of you to rule the crown as Prince Consort and Queen." Ellaria purred with her Dornish drawl.

The one who challenges my right so directly, who thinks fire and blood are his. He doesn't understand those words like me.

"And why should I do that? Do we know if he is my nephew like you claim?"

"I'd seen him before meeting you. He has your look." Tyrion pointed out.

"And the Princess Arianne says the same. She can see his Dornish features." Ellaria added.

"What would he offer us? We have dragons, an army and the Reach behind our Queen. We don't need him to unite the realm." Olenna retorted harshly.

"He offers Dorne, the Golden Company and the Reachmen that have already betrayed you. Tarly among them. And he offers to be a Prince Consort, you would have Queenship." Ellaria retorted snidely.

"Marrying him would secure any claim that you are usurping your nephew. And it would be a return of continuity for the masses. A prevention of a dance of dragons." Tyrion offered her.

Daenerys was annoyed at that. It was her realm and her nephew knew it.I am the mother of Dragons.She nodded though. Daenerys knew what she could do with him.He can have title as Prince Consort. But if he tries to rule, I will not let him. Everyone will know that when he learns that my dragons only obey me, with only the blood of Valyria.

"I will marry him. He can help me to unite the realm as Prince Consort. He will not rule though. That is mine by right."

She let them absorb it before speaking. "It is time we begin."

Sansa

News of Stannis Baratheon's demise had allowed for Sansa to no longer be Alayne. Petyr no longer needed her as his bastard daughter when the key to the North was much more valuable. A tool that would give him another Kingdom for his plans. She needed to be revealed to the Vale, something which had gone splendidly according to Petyr. It had been a long time since Sansa had seen her own red hair, her Tully locks. For those that had known her mother and Aunt Lysa, it was obvious who she was. It had made arranging the marriage to Harry, now Lord Arryn due to her cousin slipping into a sleep he was not like to wake up from.Something Petyr will surely arrange to stay true.

Her marriage to a man who had notorious affairs was not something Sansa wanted. It wasn't something she liked every time they bedded.He's not a good man, he uses me for my claim and beds every woman he can with his new titles, Lord of the Vale and soon to be Lord of Winterfell.Sansa hated the thought of him. She hated his touch as he climbed on top of her for heirs. But it had served a purpose. She had an army behind her, growing larger as they helped to relieve the Riverlands with her Uncle and Great Uncle. They were singing Petyr's tune though. The army could be hers if she could get rid of Baelish. That was what she wanted. Sansa had figured out that the man was not to be trusted. What he wanted were things that did not ever belong to him.Including me, Sansa thought coldly as she remembered those kisses and words of how much she was like her mother, or his promises to get rid of Harry for her once he'd given her an heir or two. When he was no longer useful for her plans. Baelish was looking too calm and happy as men rode to war for his plans, cleaning up a mess that he had started.

Today though was different. She could see it when he walked into her tent as she supped alone.My family off sorting out the host and My husband in a whore.Sansa took a good look at her, keeping that innocent look he loved. He was clearly off, she could see an air of annoyance to him behind the smile. Something had disturbed his plans. Sansa wanted to give a smile her wolf might have given once. Instead she chose the one of a bird.

"What is it Petyr?" She asked in a timid voice.

Petry sighed and gave a smile, she could still see that annoyance, "Lady Sansa, I've received news from the North."

Sansa didn't hide her intrigue, "What of the North, are the Boltons marching South to aid the Lannisters against us?"

Petry shook his head, "I'm afraid not. They've been killed. The North has rebelled against them."

Robb has been avenged. Mother has been avenged.

"What worries you? Won't that make it easier for us to reclaim my home?" She asked ever so sweetly. It tasted like poison to her.

"It would if the Boltons had only been killed only by your bannermen. They were led by your bastard brother, Jon Snow. He's declared himself King in the North."

Sansa's heart leapt at the mention of Jon. She had thought often of Jon in the Vale as Alayne. Of how sweet it would be to see him, so like her father. She wanted to apologise so much, and to have a true family member with her. Another Stark. Sansa kept her emotions concealed.

"My Mother always feared that my half brother would do this one day to me and my siblings." Sansa said solemnly,

Petyr seemed convinced, although she never knew whether he actually was. "Your mother was a wise woman."

He paused for a moment, "And from what word that has come, it turns out he isn't your half-brother. Word tells that he is your cousin, a bastard of Brandon Stark. Your father hid a worse threat to your claim in your home."

Sansa didn't know how to react to that news. Instead, she focused on Baelish. Sansa could hear the annoyance much more clearly at the mention of her deceased Uncle.What did my Uncle do to rile you so?Sansa thought. She would have to ask her Uncle and Great Uncle when time gave them privacy.

"What will we do?" Sansa asked.

Petyr returned to that friendly façade. "My sweet Sansa, we continue with our plans. We march North now that the Riverlands is free. The North will return to you once they are presented with the only trueborn child of Stark left."

Sansa smiled at him sweetly as he kissed her head, knowing he couldn't try to do more in a war camp.The march will give me time to plan. I can beat you now that something has gone wrong with your plan. The Lone Wolf Dies but the Pack Survives.

Cersei

Enemies to the South.Enemies to the East. Enemies to the West.And now enemies to the North.Cersei looked at the bloodstained letter signed by the Bastard of Winterfell and scowled.It would be another wolf, they started this and now they are here at the end.The bastard of Winterfell had destroyed her Father's work to put the North to heel, to have them know their place under House Lannister.Father hadn't gone far enough in his age, I'll do what he did to House Reyne and Tarbeck. The Northmen will be no more, the Reachmen will be no more, the Dornish and their Pretender Prince will be no more. That bitch Sansa and her Knights. And the Dragon whore will be no more.Only Lannisters would be left to rule the realm when she was done. She had beaten the faith, and brought the capital back to would win. The thought made her smile as she sat the Iron Throne waiting for Ser Jamie to approach, having finally returned from the Riverlands. Too late to have saved her from the faith. She would make him remember that, he would be spending years to make it up to her.He might not have been much use anyway, for all he loves me Jamie has become much less useful without his hand.

Jamie's walk to her throne was a long one. Cersei noted that he had taken a much more serious face, ever since Father had died.Guilt for freeing that monster.He looked apprehensive as he kneeled before her.

"Your Grace."

Cersei raised her hand and the court slowly left the throne room, leaving only them and her loyal Queen's guard. Ser Robert Strong had proven a loyal tool since being brought to her by her new hand. Cersei walked the steps from the throne room, accentuating her power.This is my realm.She watched as Jamie had risen, still looking solemn. It didn't suit him.He should be pleased, reunited with his sister, his other half, who's been with him since birth, hand gripping my ankle from the womb.

Cersei gave him a cold smile, she would make him work for her forgiveness and her pleasure again.

"You were too late to save me from the filth." She said coolly.

Jamie looked unsure how to respond, "I was securing the Riverlands for King Tommen, for the realm, for you."

Cersei kept her cold gaze, "While your other half suffered at the hands of the Faith and the Tyrells. You left me to walk through the streets like a common whore. I had to savemyselfand secure our reign. You should have returned."

"Where's Tommen?" Jamie asked quietly.

Cersei didn't flinch, "Dead. Killed by our enemies. You should have been there to protect him."

Jamie's shoulders slumped, "Is Myrcella to be recalled to take her throne?"

Cersei slapped him. He didn't flinch at least.He still has that Lannister Pride, Hear me Roar.

"Dead too. Killed by Dorne, for all that they claim it was an accident. That was Tyrion's doing, for sending her to Dorne. Something that wouldn't have been needed if you had been with us, like a King's guard should."

Jamie's face still looked sombre. Though she could see him in deep thought.

"We are at war then." He simply stated.

Cersei walked past him, making him follow as she walked the length of the throne room towards the newly painted map of the realm.

She took another look at him, he wasn't wearing Widow's Wail, Joffrey's sword of Valyrian Steel.

"Where is your sword?" She demanded.

"I lost it to prove my word is worth something."

Was there a sense of pride in that? He's lost two swords for his word. I wonder what father saw in you as an heir.

"It didn't work. Sansa, the bitch that killed our son, has been moving into the Riverlands with the Vale. The Riverlords will be flocking to her I don't doubt. And she is not the only one. We have enemies everywhere. The False Dragon has taken the Stormlands. The Dornish will flock to him. The Dragon whore has landed at Dragon Stone. She fancies herself the conqueror come again. The Reach rebels against us. And the Bastard of Winterfell has taken the North."

Cersei looked at the hulking landmass that was the North.I hope winter freezes you all to death.

"Most of the realm is against us." Jamie said bluntly.

"It is. But House Lannister will prevail. You will be leading our armies. It is time you do what Father expected of you. The realm is mine and you will help to return it to me. I want the dragons' heads. I want that bitch's head. I want the Tyrells' heads. I want the wolves skinned. I want them all dead."

"You expect me to beat dragons?! You expect me to fight an entire realm that hates us?! You expect me to march into the North, a land that has never been held or taken by anyone else but the wolves?! In Winter no less?! He asked heatedly.

Cersei looked at the map, then him coldly, "I do. They're all traitors! And all traitors to us must die! I suggest you think the same if you want me to forgive you."

She hesitated for a moment then gave a graceful, predatory smile.I am the Queen. I will take what is mine.

"You'll come to my chambers tonight."

Then she walked off, leaving her brother to look at the map. She would have him later to use.He won't deny me my pleasure, even if he is not forgiven. I am the Queen.

Harwin

The Riverlands had become much more active again.Once more a war zone,Harwin thought as he made his way back to the camp. Between the eradication of House Frey, the arrival of the Vale knights fighting against the Lannisters, and the rebelling Riverlords led by Brynden and Edmure, newly freed by his Uncle. The land was in chaos. The Brotherhood had added to it, killing any Frey prior to the wolves ending them, and now any Lannister troops. The Riverlands had become a bloody mess. And they'd gotten news on who was leading the Knights of the Vale, the new Lord Arryn and his wife Sansa Stark. That had been a shock to Harwin, that the girl he once knew was still alive and no longer a pawn of the Lannisters.Maybe that'll make the Lady smile a true one, and not a bitter one that she always seems to give.Harwin doubted it in truth. He wasn't truly sure if the Lady Catelyn could do that anymore.Though she only ever gave a true one to her children.

The camp was busy with movement. They were all packing their things quickly.Have we been found?Harwin trudged to the only tent of the camp, where the Lady would be. The Northman strode in to see that Tom Sevenstrings was talking quietly with the Lady and Thoros of Myr. He noticed the Lady Brienne was standing behind her as well, two swords by her side.A gift from the King slayer to save his own life.By the looks of the former lady of Winterfell she was displeased. It didn't much differ to that judging look he had seen her wear in her past life. It was just made more telling now. Harwin could see the slit in her throat throb and the pale skin look reddish. She wasn't pleased at all.

"Why are we moving, we haven't been here long?" Harwin asked bluntly.

Thoros was the one to respond, "We're heading to meet with the Vale and Riverlords, we're to pledge our fealty to them before they march Northward."

Harwin understood immediately. The Lady wanted to be with her daughter, and help take back the North. The last news they had heard was that Stannis had died at Winterfell. Other than that, his homeland was too far to get regular information. He missed his home, though the thought of Boltons ruling Winterfell and the North sickened him.

"We're to fight the Boltons then?" Harwin asked eagerly.

Thoros shook his head, "No, we've finally gotten news on what's happened in the North. The Boltons are no more. The Northern Lords have taken them to the sword."

Harwin felt a smile emerge. He'd served at Winterfell just like his father and ancestors. It was not a place for flayed men.Only wolves.

Thoros wasn't finished though. "They were led by Jon Snow, he's the King in the North."

Harwin's attention turned directly to Lady Catelyn as she gave a pained, angry rasp, blood dripping from her cut throat, and eyes filling with hate. It was rare for her to be able to speak completely coherently. In most cases she motioned or had written on paper. This though, Harwin heard as clear as day, making his face fall as she uttered a single hate-filled word.

"Usurper."

Hope you all enjoyed it! I wanted tae give as much coverage of all things south of the neck there as possible. Hope it paid off. There will be more things in future, Arianne will be mentioned more fir example, only name dropped her because these povs were meant tae be short. When a chapter comes you'll get more on certain people. Though there won't be any Asha ones fir a while, her story is done fir now.

And in regards tae both aegon and daenerys agreeing tae the marriage between them, I hope I got both of their machinations. They're both arrogant and prideful but they think they'll be able tae control or manipulate the other one. Something that will be seen later on in the story.

And I hope people picked up on septa lenore too

Feel free tae comment and question as always