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Joanna stood in the courtyard of Storms End. She was dressed in a yellow gown with a square neckline with images of a stag and a lion in black tread on the gown's bodice. It had onyxes and black pearls incrusting the top of the neckline. The sleeves were split at the top with sheer gold bell sleeves and tight black long sleeves that came to a point on her hands. The bodice had pearls in black and yellow lining the bottom of the bodice and a black flowing A-line skirt. Around her neck was a necklace with a golden stag surrounded by two lions with onyx eyes. Her black curling hair was mostly down. The front part of her hair was twisted back to rose like braid. Myrcella and Gendry were standing talking with Aegon and her ladies. Ser Cortnay approached Joanna as she watched the dragons circling overhead. Meraxes was by her mother's side.

"Your Grace, your ship is ready for you and your party to board at your convenience. I hope you found Storms End enjoyable despite the reasons you were here." Ser Cortnay said.

Joanna's blue-green eyes turned to look at Ser Cortnay. She smiled at him a true smile. Her hand stank into Meraxes fur. Ser Cortnay did not seem bothered by Meraxes' presence or the dragons.
"It has been an honor to see where my father was born and grew up until he was fostered in the Vale. Thank you for housing for longer than expected, Ser Cortnay," Joanna answered.

"The honor is ours, Your Grace, even Queens cannot control the weather," Ser Cortnay joked.

Joanna giggled at his joke. They had been delayed by a week because of a terrible storm. That made sea travel impossible.

"Riders approaching," a knight yelled.

Aegon came closer as the Kingsguards or Queensguards came closer to Joanna. Joanna's smile vanished from her face. A sense of dread filled her. Aegon took her hand as a soldier and what she could only describe as Kingsguard came into the courtyard. Tears filled her eyes. When Ser Bryce Caron, Ser Parmen Crane, Ser Guyard Morrigen, and Brienne of Tarth came over and knelt before Joanna.

"I swear to ward the Queen with all my strength and give my blood for hers. I shall take no wife hold no lands father no children. I shall guard her secrets. Obey her commands ride at her side and defend her name and honor," They all swore simultaneously.

Joanna's eyes looked skyward. She knew instantly what their being here meant. She walked past the group to where a cart was at. She saw Renly's body lying with the Baratheon flag draping his body. She uncovered his face so she could see his face one last time.
"Your Grace," the Guards questioned.

The dragons roared overhead breathing fire up into the air. Joanna pressed her lips to his forehead. She closed her eyes in prayer.

"Balerion, mazōregon issa kepa lēkia ezīmagon aōha vys. Vhagar, maghagon issa justice syt bisa ossēnagon," Joanna said in High Valyrian. (Balerion, accept my father brother into your world. Vhagar, bring me justice for this murder).

Aegon came over to her placing his hand on her back. He noticed a shift in her body. Joanna opened her eyes burning with cold fury. The rest of the Kingsguards rose from their knees as she turned.

"Prince Gendry, brother you are now Prince of Storm Ends and Lord Paramount of the Stormlands," Joanna addressed Gendry. Gendry bowed his head in acceptance. Teora who stood by Myrcella eyes went wide. This was the true dragon that was in control of Joanna. It was clear that she was done playing nice. Fire and Blood would reign now. Joanna turned to Ser Cortnay. "I need to use the Maester of Storms End and delay our departure," Joanna said.

"Of course, Your Grace," Ser Cortnay said.

Joanna walked back into Storms End with the fire burning inside of her. Oberyn had only seen that same fire in Rhaegar when Elia married him. It made him question how much Targaryen blood was in Joanna. For, she at that moment looked more like a dragon than Aegon was. Oberyn came over to Aegon. Aegon had a confused look on his face. He knew Joanna was grieving he was expecting the same reaction when her father died. But that was not what he got.

"My dragon has found his match in every way. She is ruled by a dragon," Oberyn whispered to Aegon.

Ned sat in his room at Dragonstone. He was going over the evidence they had gathered. A knock sounded on his door.

"enter" Ned called.

A servant and Lord Tarly entered the room. They both had a grim look on their faces. The servant who was the maid was assigned to bring Lady Selyse her meals. She was a ghostly paler to her face.

"What is it?" Ned asked.

"Tell him what you told me," Lord Tarly told the maid.

The maid was trembling. She bowed her head. Ned rose from his seat walking around his desk. She looked up at Ned.

"Mi Lord, Lady Selyse has hung herself with bed sheets," the maid said in a trembling fearful voice.

"Thank you, you are dismissed take the rest of the day off," Ned said. Ned turned to Randyll Tarly. Ned had a grim look on his face. He thought the young girl who was no older than his children would lose both of her parents.

"Have Lady Shireen or Lord Stannis been told," Ned asked with his back turned his hand resting on the table.

"No, you are the first person I thought of when the maid came to me," Lord Tarly replied.

"You will go inform Lord Stannis of his wife's demise," Ned ordered.

"What about Lady Shireen," Lord Tarly asked.

"I will do so," Ned said

Melisandre stood in her chamber. The room was only illuminated by the fireplace. Suddenly she felt the presence of her shadow killer. She turned to address him to tell him his next victim. As she turned, she saw a bright blue flaming sword piercing the chest of her shadow killer in the shape of Stannis. The shadow burst in bright light blue and white flames burning the floor and ceiling. Melisandre's eyes went wide at the sight of a woman made of blue fire with dragon horns on her head bright white on the center of her chest and the center of her forehead.

"īlva lēkia tresy emagon jentan ao pirta voktys. Ao jāhor addemmagon syt aōha action rūsīr perzys se ānogar (Our brother son has led you wrong, priestess. You will pay for your action with fire and blood.) Vhagar said in High Valyrian before she vanished in a flash.

Melisandre stared at the spot that the woman just was at. The fireplace was now out. Leaving the room in cold dull light from the cracks in the door where sunlight came in. She shook her head in denial.

Aegon found Joanna handing letters to Maester. There were nine letters that she handed to Maester Jurne. The cold fury still burned in her eyes, and he could tell it in her posture. Maester Jurne left with a bow.

"Issa jorrāelagon, what are you doing," Aegon questioned (My Love).

"I'm done playing their games. It's time that fire and blood reign. Any that are not with us are now our enemy. I tried to play their game and they killed my uncle who was on my side. If they can kill my uncle who to stop them from killing me or our children," Joanna told him.

"What will do?" Aegon asked.

"Our terms have changed. Bend the knee renounce the false king or your house burns," Joanna replied coldly.

Aegon locked his eyes with Joanna. He knew instantly that there was no turning her away from the path that lay before them. She had accepted the fact that she would likely become a kinslayer.

"Joanna you cannot they will call you a tyrant," Aegon argued.

"I can prove I am not a tyrant after I won back our throne," Joanna replied. Aegon kissed her softly his hand on her still-flat stomach. He could now see what fourteen flames called her Visenya and Rhaenys combined in one. Visenya was now at the forefront of Joanna's personality. They pulled apart from each other. Their eyes locked blue-green met amethyst. "At this point, Issa vēzos zaldrīzes (My Sun Dragon) is kill or be killed. It is better to be the hunter than the prey. If I am to survive this war, my love, I must kill both sides of me, stag and lion, and become stronger than both. And what is stronger than the lion or stag that brought the whole of Westeros to heel? I will not drop my father's name, but I will take your surname. I am a dragon just like you. In time I will fly on the dragon's back whether it is in this war or the next," Joanna explained.

"I will be there beside you; I will be your strength when you have none. I love you, my Jelmāzma myrdys (Storm deer). If it is fire and blood that is needed now then it's fire and blood that we will give him," Aegon told her.

"They killed him, I think my grandsire is smart enough not to do so. But what of Stannis, Joffrey, my mother, or Balon Greyjoy? A man I do not know. I thought I knew Stannis until he said he should be king. My Grandsire will know this will drive all the Stormlands to me. He would not risk that with already so many houses on my side. I have to protect myself and our child if that takes making myself into a monster then so be it," Joanna cried tears pouring down her face with cold fire in her eyes.

Shireen was out in Aegon's garden with her septa. The Septa noticed Ned and the look on his face. She paused her lesson. Shireen looked up from her book. Her blue eyes met Lord Stark's grey eyes.
"Leave us," Ned told the Septa.

"My Lord," the Septa replied leaving them.

"Lord Stark, what has happened?" Shireen asked.

Ned took the seat next to her. He took her hand in his own. He took a deep breath. Their eyes locked each other.

"There is no easy way to this, Lady Shireen your mother has died," Ned told her.

"What will happen to me?" Shireen asked.

"You will be protected and loved. You have been Joanna ward since your father's imprisonment. And if she cannot care for you. I promise you by the old gods I will take you in and bring you back to North with me. You are not alone. Do you think Joanna will let anything happen to you," Ned asked.

"No, she loves me," Shireen replied.

Maester Cressen came into the gardens he was followed by Lord Ardrian, Lord Monford, a man that Ned did not recognize. There was a party behind them that was from Yi Ti. Two men were dressed in Hanfu one was in deep rich blue. The other man who looked like he was Westeros was dressed in Hanfu in blue, red, and green in a swirl pattern. On his arm was a woman dressed in a bright blue Cheongsam that had a red and green swirl pattern. They had a large chest.

"Lord Stark, Lady Shireen a letter from Storms End," Maester Cressen told Ned handing him the letter. Ned took the letter noticing the seals on the letter. It filled with him to sense of dread.

Lord Stark,

My uncle Renly has been killed. I will be there in a week. At which time the trial of my uncle Stannis will start. Know this, I am done playing games. Fire and blood will once again reign. The War will begin in earnest.

Queen Joanna Baratheon-Targaryen

"Lord Stark allows me to introduce Lord Gormon Massey and his brother Ser Triston Massey and his lady wife Lady Hua. And her father Prince Bu Caishen of Yi Ti, brother of Emperor Bu Gai of Yi Ti," Maester Cressen introduced.

"Welcome to Dragonstone, this is her grace cousin Lady Shireen Baratheon. Maester Cressen will see that you have rooms made ready for your stay. Queen Joanna is currently not here neither is her husband King Aegon VI Targaryen," Ned explained.

Lady Lysa and Lord Baelish were in the great hall of the Eyre. Lord Robin Arryn was napping on his mother's lap. Lysa looked lovingly at Lord Baelish. Lord Royce came into the room with Maester Colemon. In Lord Royce, hands was a letter that was addressed to him. Maester Colemon walked up the stairs to hand Lady Lysa the letter. Before Maester Colemon and Lord Royce entered the room they were discussing terms for Vale joining the war.

"Maester Colemon what is it?" Lady Lysa asked.

"A Letter from Storms End," Maester Colemon told her.

Lady Lysa took the letter. Her eyes went wide as she read the letter. Lord Baelish noticed that she tightened her grip on her son. His eyes went to Lord Royce. He opened his letter. His face remained stoic as he read it. It read.

Lord Royce,

I am reporting the death of your son Ser Robar Royce. He died valiantly and with great honor in the service of my uncle Renly. You have my deep sympathy in these troubling times. I remember fondly my time in Eyrie and Vale. You help hold my first bow. I know Lady Lysa Arryn will likely not take kindly to my letter. After all, I gave her a choice to fall in line or her son dies. And emphasis on her son after all Lord Robin does not look a thing like Lord Jon Arryn. He takes very little from his mother's look as well. I find more of Lord Baelish in him than Jon or Lysa. She will likely try to call my buff believing that Eyrie is impregnable. But know this, Visenya did once, and I could do it again if I so desire. How much of Vale will burn if she forces my hand? I will give you and the rest of Lords of Vale a chance to come to me on Dragonstone and I will spare you.

Queen Joanna Baratheon- Targaryen

"The Eyrie is impregnable. How dare this little whore threaten me and my son," Lady Lysa raged.

Lord Baelish read the letter his eyes went wide at the words on the page. He had underestimated Joanna. This was a page out of Tywin's book. Surely, she would not make good on her threat.

Lady Lysa Arryn,

You have not entered this war yet. But anyone who does not stand with me is against me. I will give you a chance to bend the knee and renounce the false king or burn. I have seventeen dragons. You remember the story of what Visenya with one when she took the vale the first time. I will take a page from her book and do it if I have to.

Queen Joanna Baratheon-Targaryen.

Balon Greyjoy and Yara sat in the dining hall of the Pyke. A cylinder that housed a raven letter was brought to Balon. Yara looked over to Balon as he opened. Balon studied the sigils that were on the letter and sealed it closely. It was the Baratheon and Targaryen sigil. He opened the letter.

"Who is it from father," Yara asked.

"Balon Greyjoy lord of Iron Isle. I give you two moons to abandon your title of king and bend the knee. If you don't, I will turn the Iron Isle into another Harrenhal. Believe me my lord I have the dragons to do it what they lack in size the more that make up with numbers.

Queen Joanna Baratheon- Targaryen daughter of Robert Baratheon and Cersei Lannister. Wife of Aegon VI Targaryen. Queen of Andals, the Rhoynar, and first men. Lady Regent of Seven Kingdoms," Balon Greyjoy read aloud.

Yara and Balon exchanged looks. He looked at the fire in the fireplace. He walked over to a chair by the fire. Yara was shaken by the wording of the letter. It was bad enough that Joanna was the granddaughter of Tywin Lannister. If she was anything like him the would be seven hells to pay if anyone crossed her.

"Do you believe the dragons are real?" Yara asked.

"I don't know," Balon answered.

"Oh, they are very real, brother," Euron replied walking into the room. Their eyes snapped at him. He took an apple from the table. Take a deep bit of it. They looked at him in shock. "There are seventeen of them. Their story of them is all over the docks. The ones from Dragonstone tell me they grow with each passing day already the size of wolves," Euron said.

"If that is the truth then we have no choice but to bend the knee," Balon stated not noticing the look in Euron's eyes.

Joanna stood in the courtyard of Storms End. All the workers and her party stood in front of the pyre. The dragons circled overhead. They had grown into the size of horses. Brienne had tears in her eyes. Aegon stood near Joanna's side. A loud thud sounded as Vhagar landed near her. Joanna's blue-green eyes met Vhagar's blue eyes.

"Dracarys," Joanna ordered.

Vhagar's black flames engulfed the pyre of Renly. Soon the other dragons joined in. Vhagar looked over to Joanna, lowering her wing. There was a look asking her to climb on. Stormsroar did the same thing landing near Aegon. As Vermithor landed near Gendry. Joanna looked over to Aegon and then Gendry. She quickly climbed back onto Vhagar's back. As Aegon did at the same time as Gendry did.

"Sōvegon, (Fly)" Aegon and Joanna ordered.

Vhagar, Stormsroar, and Vermithor joined the other dragons in the sky. They circled and danced as the flames of Renly's pyre burned.

Cersei was at a dinner with Joffrey, Lady Janei, Kevan, Dorna, and Tywin. It was the night before the wedding. Joffrey had accepted his fate to marry Janei. She was a shy and demure young lady. Her bright spring-green eyes shined as he spoke to her. Tywin sat conversing with Kevan, most likely about the upcoming wedding and war. When a servant came into the room carrying two letters. The servant first came over to Joffrey then he came over to Tywin. Joffrey took the letter that was addressed to him. He whipped his mouth as he noticed the Baratheon seal along with the three-headed dragon seal. He broke the seal and opened the letter. As he read the letter his green eyes went wide with anger.

Dear half-brother,

I am writing to you to inform you I am done playing nice. Once I am done dealing with my emphasis on my uncle. I'll turn my attention on getting back my throne. I am serious I will have my throne, or I will have your head. You will hear me roar our fury with Fire and Blood if need me.

Queen Joanna Baratheon and Targaryen

"I am the King how dare she," Joffrey roared.

"Any man that says I am the King is no true King," Tywin stated looking up from his letter.

Tywin also took note of the seals. He opened it. He quickly realized this was truly from Joanna. She had written the letter herself, not someone transcribing the letter. It read.

Grandsire,

I will give you one last chance to prove your loyalty and love for me. You are to present yourself at Dragonstone within a fortnight. Otherwise, I will consider you my enemy. You will burn just like my bastard half-brother and mother. I am done playing my mother and half-brother games. The Tarbecks and Reyne will serve as inspiration for what I will do to any that stand in my way. For a lion does not care for the opinion of sheep. Grandsire, but I'm no longer a lion or stag. I am a dragon. And dragons eat sheep and anything else they want. I await you on Dragonstone.

Love your dark hair lioness,

Queen Joanna Baratheon and Targaryen

Cersei came closer to Tywin to read the letter. Tywin folded quickly before putting it in his doublet. She then moved over to Joffrey who was ragging. Janei looked deeply afraid. Kevan quickly ushered Janei and Dorna out of the room as Joffrey stabbed the table.

"I want her dead, how dare she call me a bastard and herself a queen," Joffrey roared.

"With what army your grace. How do you suppose we stand a chance against seventeen dragons," Tywin roared.

"Seventeen dragons," Joffrey muttered in shock.

"He does not mean it my lion. It's just rumors," Cersei reassured as the letter in Joffrey's hand went up in flames.

Joffrey dropped the letter as it burned his fingers. Tywin came to stand across the table from Joffrey. He glared at Cersei.

"They are no rumors, three people reported them to me. Three people reported the same number. Dorne sides with Joanna with her marriage to this Aegon Targaryen. If rumors are to be believed he is the son of Elia and Rhaegar Targaryen. And Citadel sides with the Reach which is currently divided between Margaery and Joanna." Tywin explained. Joffrey sank back into his chair. Cersei placed her hand on Joffrey's shoulder. She glared over to Tywin. He turned to Lannister's guard. "Something has made her write these letters. Bring me Lord Varys, we need to know what we are up against," Tywin explained coldly.

"Isn't it clear she has declared war on her family," Cersei growled.

"She is angry something has sparked her temper. She will allow a cool head to guide her once it somewhat cools. But we need to know what has sparked this," Tywin reasoned.

"How big are these dragons? Why was not informed about them," Joffrey raged.

"I have no direct reports on their sizes, and you are informed of them now. I was certain your mother had informed of them Your Grace," Tywin answered all the while in the back of his mind he was making plans to leave for Dragonstone as soon as possible.

Let me know what you think. I hope you enjoy it. What do you believe in the crest from Yi Ti?