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Joanna stood in intense silence. The room was filled with the lords minus Lord Hoster Tully, who was bedridden. Aegon stood by Joanna's side. Tywin stood across the table. The evidence was all laid out on the table. It was clear that the Freys had betrayed them.
"I was prepared to wed lady Roslin Frey to please the deal with the North," Edmure stated.
"There is no need for it. Lord Walder Frey's deal is going to be fulfilled. Lord Robb Stark will wed Lady Marleina Frey, my head lady in waiting, on the morrow. That decision was made moons ago. It also comes with the promise of a betrothal between our heir and Lord Robb and Marleina's son or daughter depending on our heir's gender," Joanna answered shortly.
"Is that wise still your grace," Lord Blackwood asked.
"Yes, it is," Joanna answered tensely. Her eyes snapped to him. Aegon could tell Joanna's temper was on a very short fuse. She kept her cool but questioning her decisions more would lead to an explosion. "I would sooner betrothed Lady Piper to Edmure Tully than wed him to a Frey. I will give Walder Frey what he wants. And he will pay for his betrayal of Aegon and me with fire and blood. We head for the Twins in a few days' time. We will send a message of glad tidings on the wedding of Lady Marleina to Robb Stark," Joanna stated.
Tywin looked up from Kevan's letter to Talisa. He saw the look in Joanna's blue-green eyes. He saw the same look when he did what he did to Reynes and Tarbeck on his face. He imagined it was the same look that Aegon had before he burned Harrenhal. He had a sinking feeling in his gut that the twins would be turned into second Harrenhal. If that was her plan it put the power back behind the king and the queen. Her eyes traveled around the room. Her eyes then went to Aegon. He took her hand and squeezed it. She looks down at the maps making plans. Maester Vyman entered the room.
"Your Graces," Maester Vyman addressed Aegon and Joanna.
"How is he?" Joanna asked.
"He is not good. He is in pain. The walk to greet you both was almost too much for him," Maester Vyman answered. Joanna looked down with a sigh. It was likely that Lord Hoster was dying. He would likely meet Balerion soon. Brynden and Edmure looked at Joanna as that news sank in. Maester Vyman placed two boxes in front of Aegon and Joanna. "He wished to give you these Your Graces, to celebrate the alliance between house Targaryen and Tully," Maester Vyman stated.
Aegon opened the box in front of him. It looked like the story of Jaehaerys the conciliator. The golden crown had the Targaryen sigil front and center with each of the high lords' sigils around the rest of the crown. Joanna's hand trembled as she reached for the box. Aegon had tears welling up in his eyes. He quickly understood the gravity of what the crowns meant. Her face showed one of shock. She had tears in her eyes as she looked at Aegon. It looked like the stories of Aegon the Conquer crown. He turned resting his forehead against her own.
"We thank House Tully for your gifts we will wear them proudly. Tell Maester, were there any letters sent out from here by Talisa," Aegon asked.
"Three your grace," Maester Vyman answered. Joanna's eyes went to Aegon. Her mind was racing. A frown was on her face. She likely knew where this was going. She knew she would have no choice but to act. "I could not stop her. She was suspected of treason at the time," Maester Vyman finished.
"Do you know where going?" Tywin asked.
Joanna sat down when it dawned on her what it truly meant. Aegon looked at her concerned. She clenched her fist until her knuckles were white. If Joffrey had found out about the dragons. They would likely look for a way to kill them.
"One to the Twins, one to King's Landing, and finally one to Volantis," Maester Vyman
Joanna slammed her fist to the table. Causing a loud bang. The roars of dragons echoed through the castle. Aegon looked at her. Her eyes gave him all the message he needed. He kissed her softly.
"Then it is decided, that our second child will be the Prince or Princess of Volantis," Joanna stated.
"Your grace," Maester Vyman started to question.
"Volantis knows better than to mess with Westeros affairs," Aegon replied.
"But to conquer Volantis all because a Triarchs daughter wrote likely to her family," Tyrion questioned.
"My Lord Hand, what do we have," Joanna asked.
Joanna's question made all the lords look at each other. Tywin caught on quickly. So many things raced through Tyrion's mind. There were many things that Joanna and Aegon had from men to power to armies. Tywin looked over to Tyrion with a look of disbelief.
"Dragons, you idiot. With Her Grace, Joanna taking of the Vale. Kings Landing is now very aware that the dragons are a very real threat. Not just story," Tywin snapped.
"Volantis is the daughter of Old Valyria. Many claim it is their first daughter," Oberyn commented.
"The purest of Valyrian live behind the black wall. Dorne is on our side and the Reach mostly is siding with me and Joanna. They are likely looking for a way to kill the dragons," Aegon finished Oberyn's thoughts.
"Aegon and I will deal with the Twins in three days' time," Joanna stated. Jaime's eyes snapped to her. He caught her meaning. He could see her mind working. It was clear to him that a new Harrenhal would be made in three days. Joanna's eyes locked on Tywin's green-gold eyes. Aegon caught her meaning too. He did wonder why she was staring at Tywin. "Grandsire, as Master of War I need you to stay here with most of our army. Prepare and make plans for what could very well be the reforging of Valyria," Joanna finished.
"It will be done your grace," Tywin said.
"Reforging of Valyria," Tyrion said in shock.
"Uncle, I know you and lord Tywin have had your differences, but I need you to help him in these plans. You know Essos. And Dorne is the closest to Essos," Aegon said looking at Oberyn.
"It will be done Your Grace," Oberyn replied.
Joanna picked up the crown. Aegon took the other crown. They linked arms and left the room. The room was in a state of shock. Tyrion looked at Oberyn and Tywin in complete horror.
"Reforging of Valyria," Tyrion stated loudly.
"If it comes to it," Tywin answered.
"You are not worried about the cost of this venture," Tyrion questioned.
"Cost does not matter. My great-grandchildren's lives are at risk. My granddaughter's life is at risk. You saw her on Vhagar's back. I will not risk something happening to her. All because we did not take part of Essos that was once Valyria. Kings Landing will fall. It will fall in a day or less," Tywin stated.
"Does it not bother you that the longer we take to take it the stronger Joffrey and his forces become," Tyrion asked.
"Not at all. He is a monster and madman. A dog with a crown on his head. Cersei cannot control him no one can control him. I worry more for Janei than anyone else. Kevan was dead set on marrying her to Joffrey. Knowing the man that he is, I fear for her life," Tywin said walking away.
Viserys sat with Nyessos in the main parlor of Nyessos' manor. Serylla around the hour of bat began her labors. Her screams filled most of the manor. Priestess Faeyesa and Alaera sat by Viserys side. They were all laughing and happy. They were toasting the birth of Viserys new heir. No one paid any mind to the fact that Serylla's labors had begun too soon. Arianne and Naelle came into the room. Arianne was dressed in a Volantis gown in a pale orange color. Naelle was dressed in blood red version of the same gown. Daenys was beside herself. She had confined herself to her chambers. She was sobbing and inconsolable. For it was like her dreams, Serylla and the child she carried were going to die. That was where Arianne and Naelle just came from. Four unsullied soldiers with elephants burned into their chests walked in followed by two men. One had tigers sewn onto his doublet. His hair was shoulder-length, dark brown in color his eyes were light hazel with flecks of violet in them. The second man was dressed in a style similar to Nyessos with elephants on his clothes the only difference was color. Nyessos was dark blue in color. While the other man was dressed in teal. The man had an olive tone to his tan skin. His eyes were dark brown in color. His hair was streaked with silver-blonde but mostly dark brown.
"Malaquo, Doniphos What can I do for you?" Nyessos asked sitting forward.
"My daughter, Talisa, has written to me she wishes to disclose the information about scorpions to Kings Landing. I know ours is in disrepair. But we still have that knowledge," Malaquo stated.
"Why would they need that?" Nyessos questioned.
"An enemy has, if my daughter's information is correct, twenty large dragons. They wish to defend themselves," Malaquo stated.
"Dragons" Viserys muttered.
Arianne's eyes went wide. The only person that she knew had dragons was her cousin Aegon. And as much as she and him did not see eye and had their differences. She did not want to see him killed. Naelle squeezed Arianne's hand. She knew what Arianne was feeling because of Daenys' dreams.
"I know disclosing such information requires all of the Triarchs to agree. That is why I asked for this meeting," Malaquo continued.
"I say no. Risking the wraith of dragons is idiotic at best," Doniphos stated.
"What family name do these dragons belong to?" Nyessos asked.
"It is a civil war I am told, Baratheon vs Baratheon. It is just one Baratheon female is wed to a Targaryen," Malaquo stated.
"Targaryen," Viserys stated.
"Yes ser," Malaquo addressed Viserys.
"That would make that man my nephew. You are asking permission to kill possibly my nephew," Viserys asked as stood up.
"Your Grace, I am sure he means no offense," Nyessos tried knowing that they also had a dragon in their presence.
Malaquo looked at Nyessos in shock. He did not realize that Nyessos daughter had married a Targaryen. Malaquo backed away from them.
"I will write my daughter and tell her we cannot disclose that information. I am sure one of the other free cities will leaders that she has given them will give them the information," Malaquo stated.
"You know your daughter will likely die screaming if she is the enemy of a dragon," Viserys growled.
Arianne left the room quietly and quickly. She had a letter to write. Naelle walked over to her mother and Viserys. Viserys noticed her. The screaming had stopped.
"How fair my wife Lady Naelle," Viserys asked.
"A son was born your grace. It was difficult labor for Serylla." Naelle stated.
"A son, A drink to Prince Aerys III Targaryen," Viserys yelled.
It echoed throughout the room. Malaquo even cheered the birth. Naelle and Alaera exchanged a look. They both knew the child and Serylla would not live for more than a day if that. The rumors that the child had burned and cut his way out of his mother circled through the halls as Naelle and Arianne made their way down to the parlor.
Aegon and Joanna stood in the courtyard of Riverrun. The lords were present. The feast would begin shortly. Joanna stood tall with a crown that looked like Aegon the Conqueror on her head. She was dressed in a blood-red gown that looked like a dragon scales bodice that went to a black flowing skirt just under her baby bump. Aegon was dressed in a blood-red doublet and rich black leather pants with red dragon scales down the side of each pant leg. He had his blonde hair pulled back with a crown that looked like Jaehaerys' on her head. He had Blackfyre strapped to his waist. Joanna's eyes looked skyward to the dragons circling overhead. Tywin stood by Tyrion and Jaime, and Tygett and Tyrek. Lord Ned stood by Lord Robb and Ser Jon Stark. There direwolves stood by their feet. Aegon nodded to Ser Brynden Tully. He motioned for Talisa to be brought out. Talisa was dragged out. She looked around. Her eyes looked at Joanna with hatred at her eyes.
"Talisa of house Maegyr you are hereby found guilty of Treason and espionage do you have any last words," Aegon announced.
"You have no proof," Talisa started.
"Do you think I don't know my own hand," Tywin's voice cut through her pleads.
Talisa's eyes snapped to Tywin. Her face went white as a ghost. A look of horror crossed her face. Her eyes pleading with him to spare her. Joanna stepped forward, making Talisa look at her. There were tears in Talisa's eyes.
"I would let your espionage go. But you betrayed my grandsire," Joanna started.
Talisa noticed that Joanna had no sword on her. Aegon stepped next to Joanna. They planned to behead her. Joanna suddenly heard Gaelithox's voice and Caraxes' voice echoing in her mind. Joanna looked over at Aegon. With a question in her eyes. He nodded his head. He had heard them too. They whispered the words, "burn her."
"You have no sword," Talisa stated.
"Who says I need a sword to kill you," Joanna growled grabbing Talisa's chin. Talisa looked at her in horror as she saw fire reflecting in Joanna's blue-green eyes. Aegon stepped up to her taking Joanna's hand. "Dracarys" Joanna and Aegon ordered.
Vhagar black flames and Stormsroar red flames mixed. The flames coated Talsia, Aegon, and Joanna in flames. Talisa's screams echoed through the courtyard. The rest of the lords looked on in horror as Aegon and Joanna were lost in the flames. Soon, Gaelithox, Caraxes, and the rest of the dragons' flames joined in. The fire burned hot until Talisa's screams died out. Aegon and Joanna walked out of the flames like nothing had happened. As the flames died off the ash of Talisa was lost to the wind. All the lords looked at them in disbelief. They were truly unburnt.
Viserys walked into the room that housed his son and Serylla. The room was filled with eerie silence. The midwives and healers looked over at him. Then they bowed their heads. Serylla laid on the bed the lower half of her body bared third-degree burns. Blood was soaking the bed and flowing down onto the floor. One of them held a small, wrapped bundle. Serylla was clearly no longer alive. A healer covers her body with a sheet. She moved over to the small buddle.
"Is that my son," Viserys asked.
"Yes, your grace," the healer answered.
"Is he well," Viserys asked nervously because no sound came from the bundle.
"Not really your Grace. He was born too early," the healer told him.
"Ser Jorah, bring the dragon egg my son needs the egg," Viserys ordered knowing his family history.
The healer handed him the baby. Viserys uncovered the bundle. He looked at his son in horror. He had start of silver blonde with black streaks. His eyes were indigo in color. His skin was a pale tan in color with more of a yellow cask to it. He looked like he had dragon scales on his little body. He even had a tail that looked like a dragon rather than the continuation of the spine. Viserys could hear the shutter breaths of the baby. Ser Jorah ran into the room carrying the orange egg. Right as the baby drew his last breath in Viserys arms. Viserys handed the bundle back to the healer. He took the egg from Jorah.
"We depart for Mereen after their funeral," Viserys ordered.
The feast was in full swing. Aegon and Joanna sat at the high table smiling at each other. Aegon even fed Joanna a strawberry. After, they walk through dragon fire unburnt. Everyone was whispering about them. But they seemed to be lost in their own world. What they just did to many they had become living legends. They were the unburnt, the chosen ones of fourteen flames.
Catelyn was talking to Sansa. She was looking over to Gendry who was talking with Ned likely about the upcoming wedding. Sansa was dressed in a pale pink northern gown with purple flowers embroidered on it. Her hair was styled in Southern style. Catelyn wore a blue and grey Northern-style gown her hair was mostly down. Lyarra was dancing with Jaime Lannister. She was dressed in a lilac gown that was mixed with style. Jon was dancing with Valla who was wearing a sea green gown with white sea horses on it. Her white-blonde curly hair was most down.
"Your father tells me you are to wed Gendry Baratheon. But have you even flowered," Catelyn asked.
"I flowered the first time on Dragonstone. I had her grace explain it to me along with most of her ladies, except Joy, Mrycella, and Teora with them being too young." Sansa started. She looked over to her mother. Then to Joanna and Aegon. They looked so in love. And we are pleased with each other. Her eyes went back to Gendry who raised his goblet to her. "Gendry is a good man mother. He truly needs me. He is Joanna's twin brother and Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. He was raised as a bastard son of a servant in King's Landing. He was training to become a blacksmith. He does not know how to rule a manage a large keep such as Storm's End. That he now the prince of. It is not some childish fancy, like Joffrey," Sansa explained to her.
"You claimed you loved Joffrey," Catelyn stated.
"I did. But I quickly realized he was a monster and a madman. It was only because of Joanna that I was raped or beaten for every battle Robb won. He would never marry me. He would claim he would but never do so. I met Gendry in the Aegon's garden. Winter trusts him, something that Lady never did with Joffrey. And Vermithor and Greyghost like me," Sansa told her.
"Vermithor and Greyghost?" Catelyn questioned.
"Vermithor is Gendry's dragon. Vermithor claimed him. And Greyghost is one of their graces other dragons. He has been drawn to me and Gendry for a time. If what Joanna claims is true. That Caraxes and Gaelithox have been drawn to her. It means that I am likely the mother of his rider," Sansa said.
Catelyn looked over to Ned and Gendry. She nodded accepting the marriage between Gendry and Sansa. Gendry walked over to Sansa. He offered her his arm. Catelyn's and Ned's eyes went to the dance floor. They caught sight of Marleina and Robb dancing. Marleina laughed at something Robb said. Marleina was dressed in a light blue gown with multi-colored flowers and birds embroidery on the bodice and bell sleeves of the gown. The gown was high-necked with a keyhole opening from her collarbones down to the top of her breast. The bottom of the bodice came to a point at her waist. Then flowed to the floor in cream color satin fabric. Her hair was mostly down. She was truly more beautiful than any daughter Catelyn saw at the Twins. Brynden walked over to her. The dance ended and Robb and Marleina walked over to the side of the dance floor.
"You are a beautiful dancer," Marleina told him.
"Thank you, Leina, as are you," Robb said.
Marleina blushed looking down at the floor. Robb's hand caught her chin gently. He brought her chin up to be able to look into her amber eyes. He had always been attracted to her. He could truly picture their future children in her eyes.
"I am thankful to their graces to suggest this match," Robb told her.
"As am I, you are far better than any match I could dreamed of," Marleina said.
Robb and Marleina's eyes locked. Robb's hands cupped her face. Even off the dance floor, they were swaying the music. Robb finally leaned down capturing her lips with his own. It was a soft and sweet kiss that quickly turned passionate. When they pulled apart, Robb rested his forehead against Marleina's forehead.
"How do you wish to be wedded," Marleina asked.
"What do you mean, Leina" Robb laughed.
"I know most of North follows the Old Gods, I was raised in the faith of the seven. But seeing what I have with Anna, I now believe in fourteen flames but I am not following that faith yet. Do you want to be married in the faith of seven, in the way of Old Gods of the North, or fourteen flames of old Valyria?" Marleina asked.
"You are truly willing to be wed in a way you don't believe in," Robb said in shock.
"As I am married to you, I care not which way. The Valyrian way involves drinking blood and cutting our lips and hands," Marleina explained.
"How about we are wed in both the way of Faith or Seven and later we are wed in front of the heart tree in ways of the old gods of the north," Robb suggested.
"I would like that," Marleina said with a smile.
Brynden looked over to Robb and Marleina. They truly made a beautiful pair. He was sure although it was an arranged marriage. He was sure that like Catelyn and Ned found love in time so to Robb and Marleina would do the same.
"How is my father," Catelyn asked.
"He is on his death bed niece," Brynden answered truthfully.
"Why did he risk his health to welcome them," Catelyn asked looking up at Joanna and Aegon.
"He did not see it that way. He believes in Joanna and Aegon's version of the future they have. He was one of their first allies. He knew they were destined for greatness. Before, the dragons were even born," Brynden told her.
Catelyn looked at Aegon and Joanna in a new light. She truly wondered what they had said to inspire her father and Brynden of the future they planned. Her eyes were then caught by her brother flirting with Lady Piper Mallister.
"They make a striking pair," Catelyn commented.
"They do," Brynden agreed. He looked back to Catelyn. She was unsure of her place in all of this. "Edmure needs a bride. Lady Piper one of the Riverlands bannerman. It only makes sense that he would wed on. I do believe he will ask her father to court her or the Queen," Brynden said.
"She is one of Queen Joanna's ladies," Catelyn asked.
"Yes," Brynden answered.
Author note: I hope you like it let me know what you think.