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Joanna and Aegon were in their chambers at Dragonstone. Joanna was only dressed in her chemise and corset. She had rope over her shoulder covering her state of undress. Her hair was styled in a half-up half-down style. The half-up had braids going back to a circular braid on the back of her head. It had rubies, topaz, and onyx pins in the braid. She had her ruby ring on her finger. Aegon was half-dressed. Most of the baby dragons minus Vermithor were curled up on the bed. Vermithor was with Gendry. Meraxes was lounging by the fireplace. Joanna was sitting at her vanity. She was holding up necklaces and earrings as she looked in the mirror. The White Hart crown was near her. This was the feast to Welcome Dorne. This would be their first party as rulers. In many ways, this felt so wrong. For one they were at war. Second, she was still in mourning for her father. It had only been a fortnight since his death and so much had changed since then. Joanna let out a sigh allowing the necklaces and earrings to drop to vanity. She bowed her head with her hands on her face. Vhagar and Meraxes noticed their mistress' distress. Meraxes rose from her place by the fire laying her head on her lap. Vhagar flew over to Joanna's shoulder. She let out little chirps and clicks as she nuzzled her head into Joanna's chin. She was quickly followed by the rest of the baby dragons minus Stormsroar. Stormsroar stayed near Aegon. They landed on vanity. Some of them started to crawl on her to get closer to their mother to comfort her. Caraxes crawled around her neck clicking at her. Tears were in her eyes. Aegon walked over and hugged her from behind. He rested his chin on her other shoulder as their eyes met in the mirror.
"Sweetheart, I know what you are feeling" Aegon started.
"It feels wrong celebrating when we should be grieving. I know he killed your father. But he was my father. A man that used to throw in the air to make me laugh. That started my sword training. Who treated me like I was the sun that rose in the sky after a storm. I know that he was a drunk and whoremonger that fathered gods know how many bastards. Doesn't change the fact he is dead. My father is dead," Joanna cried.
"Joanna, my love, My Queen. I know this is the last thing you want to do. We are preparing for war. But you are not alone in this. Dorne being here is a blessing. Up until now, all of the weight of the crown has been on your shoulders. I know you told them that I was your husband, their king. They still defer to you. I know it is your desire to share power. But you are the first ruling Queen in Seven Kingdoms' history. You will sit on the Iron Throne," Aegon started.
"By all rights, Rhaenyra should have been Queen. Viserys the first named her. The Seven Kingdoms will never accept me on the throne," Joanna told him.
"We will make them. And Yes, but her blood lives on through both of us," Aegon reassured her.
"Our children will be Targaryens," Joanna told him turning her head slightly to kiss his cheek.
"What about Stannis and Renly they will want the Baratheon royal line to continue," Aegon asked shocked.
"The Hells with what they want. I will be known as the mother of dragons and a dragon queen. You are a Targaryen. We were married before I was crowned. My full name would be Queen Joanna of houses Baratheon and Targaryen. Besides, Dorne will like it more. They want you on the throne not me," Joanna told him.
"As you said the Seven Hells what they want. All that matters to me is what you want," Aegon said.
Joanna leaned up and kissed him.
Janos Slynt sat in the black cells. Some of his men dragged him there. He had a cut lip and black eyes. He was trying to understand how he went from being loved by Queen Cersei Lannister to being locked up in the black cells for treason beside the criminals he once put there. Suddenly his eyes were assaulted by the blinding light of a torch. He caught sight of a very tall and large man dressed in armor. Janos thought momentarily that Cersei had one of Kingsguards come to get him out. But that was quickly dashed by the harsh gripe of Ser Gregor Clegane as he was dragged out of the cell. He heard men call out to him. Some of them even said dead men walking. Janos shook his head in denial.
Janos was brought out to the training yard. He looked around the balcony for the sight of Cersei or Lord Baelish. He noticed that the execution block and hay were on the ground. His eyes scanned the balcony, and he noticed the cold harsh green eyes of Lord Tywin Lannister with the Hand of the King pin on his doublet. He was conversing with a maid who had red hair. Tywin nodded his head as the maid left the balcony. He turned back to Janos.
"Ser Janos Slynt you have been found guilty of treason for insisting on the fighting in the throne room, for betraying the current hand of King and protector of the realm. Do you have anything to say in your defense," Tywin announced coldly.
"Lord Stark was a traitor to King Joffrey's reign. I was doing my job to protect the city," Janos yelled.
Tywin looked at the Mountain. He pulled Janos until he was by the block. The Mountain kicked his knees out, so Ser Janos fell his head and landed on the block. There was real fear in Janos' eyes. His eyes caught Tywin's eyes again.
"The thing is Ser Janos Joffrey is not the King. King Robert named his oldest legitimate child his heir. And I have the edict to prove it. So, in the name of Queen Joanna of House Baratheon first of her name, Queen of Andals, the Rhoynar, and first men. Lady Regent of Seven Kingdoms. I, Lord Tywin of House Lannister grandsire to the Queen, sentence you to die," Tywin told him.
Ser Illyn Payne came forward quickly and chopped off Ser Janos' head. It took four swings of the axe to complete the task. Ser Janos moved trying to escape the blade. Ser Janos' head landed in the basket. Tywin looked at one of the Lannister soldiers and motioned for him to take his head and place it in a storage box. He then turned to leave the training yard as the clean-up began. Tywin's eyes landed on the maid who had dark blonde curls.
"Bring my daughter to me, in the tower of hand. We need to discuss the new lord commander of City Watch," Tywin ordered.
Cersei was in her bed with Ser Osmund Kettleback. They were both engaged in sex. They were both naked, only the bed sheets covering them. His Kingsguard armor including his white cloak lay in trail to her bed. He let out a loud grunt spilling his seed inside of her. He got out of bed. He started to dress to take up his guard of her door. His long black hair was tied back messily. He was a tall, large man nearly the size of the younger King Robert. He had a hooked nose with black brushy eyebrows. His eyes were blue nowhere near the bright blue of Robert's but blue nonetheless. Cersei moved to the edge of the bed. She pulled the robe over her nude body.
"My queen," Ser Osmund said as he left her chambers.
It was the same time as the maid came into the room. Ser Osmund took up guarding her room.
"What is it Klara," Cersei asked taking a deep drink of her wine.
"Your father, Lord Tywin requests to see you in the tower of hand," Klara replied.
Joanna and Aegon were now fully getting ready for the night's feast. Joanna was now dressed in an off-the-shoulder long-sleeved black gown. It had bell sleeves and flowed to the ground. The gown fabric had a scale-like texture to it. The White Hart crown was on her head. She had a gold stag earring hanging from one of her ears. She wore no necklace. Aegon came over to her kissing her neck as she put on the other earring. The no necklace look was partly because up until seconds ago Caraxes refused to leave her neck. Gaelithox was almost just as bad about leaving her right arm. But did so when she had put on her gown. He was clicking irately at her and letting out a little whistle at his fellow dragons. A knock sounded at the door.
"Prince Oberyn Martell your grace," Ser Barristan announced.
Aegon and Joanna exchanged looks in the mirror. She stood up from her chair and smoothed out her gown. Aegon stood by her side. She held her head high.
"Send him in, Ser Barristan," Joanna called.
"Your Graces," Prince Oberyn greeted them.
He carried two boxes. He came over to the table near them. He placed the boxes on the table as the door closed. His eyes traveled around the room. Then his eyes landed on the mostly sleeping baby dragons and lioness in the room. He was mentally counting them. By his count, there were sixteen of them. His eyes landed on Joanna. She looked every bit the queen she now was.
"Have you given any thought to which of my daughters will become one of your ladies?" Prince Oberyn asked.
"Lady Sarella," Aegon answered for Joanna.
"An excellent choice," He replied.
"What brings you here, Uncle. Surely it is not just to ask us that question. When we will be at a feast in Dorne's honor in less than a half hour," Aegon questioned.
"I come bearing gifts from the Martell Family for our Queen and King. For her grace, Queen Joanna a necklace," Prince Oberyn answered.
Prince Oberyn opened the smaller box. Inside was a large silver dragon head necklace. It had wings back with large topazes and large rubies in between the wing points. The dragon's eyes were black onyx stones. It looked like the wings were encrusted with diamonds with copper vines on each wing and wing horns on both sides of the head. The back of the head had golden antler-like horns starting on the base of the head and leading back to the wings. Joanna stepped forward in awe of its beauty.
"It is beautiful, Thank you Prince Oberyn. I'll wear it tonight," Joanna told him touching it.
"You honor us, My Queen," Prince Oberyn stated. He took the necklace out of the box placing it around her neck. He gently moved her hair out of the way as he closed the necklace. She moved to look at her complete look for the feast in the mirror. Prince Oberyn looked at his nephew for a moment. "And for my nephew. It only fitting that for you also to have a crown. I know you both wish to share power. It's only fitting that you also have a symbol of that power," Prince Oberyn told him as he opened the second box.
The crown was similar in design to her necklace. It had a large silver diamond-encrusted dragon head with golden horns and onyx eyes. Its wings stretched back. The base of the crown was gold spikes on either side of the head with alternating rubies and topazes on the base of each spike. There were copper wing bones and wing horns. It looked like a crown fitting for a king; a dragon king at that and the father of dragons. Joanna turned her eyes wide. Aegon looked nervous as Prince Oberyn came forward with the crown in his hands. He placed the crown on Aegon's head. Before he dropped to his knees before him. Joanna came forward as she noticed the look on Aegon. She knew what he was feeling. She linked arms with him. He looked over to her with a smile mirror on their faces.
"My King, My Queen," Prince Oberyn addressed them.
"Arise, Uncle," Aegon told him.
Aegon let out of Joanna and pulled his Uncle into a tight hug.
Maester Pycelle left the Hand of the King tower as Cersei and Ser Osmund Kettleback entered. She looked at Pycelle oddly. He bowed to Cersei as he trembled as he left. The door to Tywin's office was open.
"Your Grace," Pycelle said as left.
"Daughter come in, Ser Osmund come as well," Tywin called out.
Tywin eyed Cersei as she entered his office. She noticed a tea cup sitting across from where he was sitting. He was looking over a ledger. His eyes never left the piece of paper. The door shut loudly as Ser Gregor entered. Tywin motioned for Cersei to sit across from him. His eyes traveled to the Mountain. He moved forward pulling Ser Osmund's white cloak off his shoulders. Ser Osmund looked at Cersei with fear in his eyes.
"Ser Gregor take this traitor to Black Cells. After resting in cells for the night. He will be given the choice to take the black or have his head removed for having carnal knowledge of the Dowager Queen. Drink it," Tywin told them.
Cersei had a look of shock on her face. Tywin eyes locked with hers. She took the teacup. She looked at it and smelled it. It was Moon tea. She had thought she was beginning discreet. Tywin's eyes did not leave her until she down the whole cup. The Mountain dragged Ser Osmund from the room.
"How?" Cersei asked.
"You are not the only one with spies here. The last thing we need is a black-haired bastard. Ser Jacelyn Bywater will take over as Lord Commander of City Watch," Tywin told her.
"What of Ser Janos Slynt," Cersei asked.
"He has been executed," Tywin told her.
"Why?"
"I don't have to explain myself to you," Tywin growled.
"I am the Queen," Cersei roared.
"Any woman that must say I am the Queen is no true Queen," Tywin told her coldly. Cersei looked down for a moment. Tywin looked at her as she looked back up. "Ser Janos is of no importance. So, if I give the imposter part of their terms. They are more likely not to attack us. Which would be good since only half the Lannister army is at our disposal," Tywin explained.
"What do you mean half? Something happened Father what has happened." Cersei asked.
"I sent half to Joanna and as we discussed we have no clue where she is really. I met with Sandor Clegane to get more insight into the imposter terms. And if what he says is true we are living on borrowed time," Tywin told her. He had a far-off look in his eyes as he thought about the possibility of seventeen dragons coming to bare down on them.
"If this imposter is Joanna. She would never kill or harm her brother," Cersei stated sure of herself.
"Dorne has entered this war. They sail to Dragonstone as we speak if not already there. I fear that I may made a grave mistake giving Joanna a Dornish guard. If he even a Dayne," Tywin admitted.
"What are you saying? What else could he be?" Cersei asked what Tywin was implying not sinking in just yet.
"A Targaryen and if Joanna marries him," Tywin said gravely.
"She would never betray" Cersei started.
"It's not Joanna I worry about it the men around her. Think of it this way, the ones that call Robert usurper have a Targaryen, and the ones who believe Robert's line is right have her. If they have a son that son would have more claim on the Iron Throne than Joffrey or Tommen could ever hope to hold. Stannis may not like Targaryens but even he would see the value in such a match. Same with Lord Stark. And let's face it, if Stark follows her the North will follow suit. The Tyrell family is split. But most of the Tyrell family has always sided with the Targaryen family since the Gardener family and field of fire." Tywin explained.
"What do we do? Do we know who this Targaryen could be?" Cersei asked.
"His age matches up with Rhaegar's son with Elia Martell. That would explain the Dornish entering this war. They would want Elia's son on the throne" Tywin answered.
Talisa was on the outskirts of Robb's war camp. Her eyes looked over the number of men and their movements. She made a mental note of that information. She caught sight of Robb walking back to his tent with his mother and Theon Greyjoy. She had a coy smile on her face. She had a plan to place herself in his presence tomorrow. If she could make of value, there was a possibility of her becoming higher and in that right better than that bitch, Joanna. She needs to get close to Robb. So, he would completely rely on her. If she played her cards right, he would rely on her more than his mother or friends. She heard the men talking about naming him King. If she could convince him to marry her, she would be his Queen.
Margaery made her way back to her tent after trying for the seventh night in a row to get King Renly to sleep with her. She had hoped to conceive a child preferably a son. She was walking with Ser Robor Royce. As she reached her tent, she looked at Ser Robor Royce.
"Send for my brother," Margaery ordered as slipped inside.
"At once Your Grace," Ser Robor replied.
Margaery let out a loud sigh. She quickly shed her revealing green southern-style gown. She stood nude in front of a mirror. She was taking in her appearance. She found no fault in her body. She pulled a golden robe over her body. She knew at the very least that Renly was attracted to men. She had hoped that he was drawn to women or at the very least her. She had even offered to have her brother, his lover join them. But even that was to no avail. Loras entered the tent. She took a drink of her wine with a frown on her face. She knew something had changed but she had no clue what. Loras and Margaery's eyes met in the mirror.
"You wanted to see me, Your Grace," Loras asked.
"How is His Grace with you?" Margaery asked as she turned to face her brother.
"What has brought this on?" Loras asked.
"He refuses to even have me in his tent. He refuses to sleep with me. Before, he did at least try to conceive an heir. Now he is dead set against it. I'm wondering if someone has gotten to him," Margaery told him.
"He has drawn back from me as well sister," Loras admitted. Margaery's frown deepened. She moved over to bed. Loras followed her dropping to his knees before her; taking her hands in his own. "I feel it may be the idea of having to hurt his niece," Loras told her.
"The one they call The Queen," Margaery growled.
"Yes, that one. She is Robert's and Cersei's daughter. A lioness in doe fur," Loras said.
"You told me I would be the Queen. How can I do that when she is around? Willas, Garlan, and Mother have not entered our camp. Only a quarter of the Reach's army is here. Where are the others? I fear they will side with her," Margaery admitted.
"There are reports that Stannis wrote to our brother about becoming Joanna's husband," Loras admitted.
"So, more than half the Reach is against us. The marriage between myself and Renly has been consummated so no septon will annual it now. No, matter what father offers them. With Mother being on Willas' side the Hightowers will follow suit. With Hightowers goes the faith and Maesters," Margaery lamented looking skyward.
"Sister you cannot seriously be thinking?" Loras started.
"Joffrey currently holds Kings Landing and the Iron Throne. He has no bride. I could be The Queen like you promised me," Margaery admitted.
"What about our plan? Loras asked not wanting to kill his lover.
"My moon blood came a week ago. Since then he has refused to lay with me without a legitimate child, a son. We have no more claim to the throne than the bastard of Cersei and Jaime. If no son or child who will the throne pass to upon his death," Margaery explained.
"You're right, but it must look like a tragic accident or it has to happen in a battle," Loras said.
Author Note: I hope you like this chapter let me know what you think.