The Heirs of the Dragon

by BigMonke08

Summary:

Rhaegar lies dead on the Trident, Kingslanding burns, and the Usurper sits the Iron Throne. This seems to be the end of the House of the Dragon, but what if there was a victory in defeat, what if the fortune of House Targaryen changed for the better, what if the Targaryen trinity was realized as Rhaegar foresaw. Let us begin the Story of the Heirs of the Dragon

Chapter 1: Prologue-The White Bull

Notes:

Any advice and constructive criticism is welcome as this is my first fic

Lord Commander Gerold Hightower has had a long life. He remembers the day he and his brother used to climb to its top every day at dusk, they would see the beacon lit, its light guiding ships from all over the world to Old Town's harbors. He remembers when he first took up the sword. Even though he was younger he always beat his brother in the yard, his brother always preferred books to swords. He remembers when he first squired for his cousin Lord Urrick Tarly. He remembers his knighting when he was first called Ser. He remembers when he impressed King Aegon V and Lord Commander Duncan the Tall in a melee when he prevailed against six opponents all attacking him at once. He remembers his Kingguard vows, and he remembers Summerhall, the death, the destruction. He was able to save King Jaehaerys II, and then Prince Aerys, Princess Rhaella was saved by Ser Duncan, who went back to save other survivors. He was made Lord Commander the next day. He remembers the brothers of the white cloak he lost and gained. He remembers when Jaehaerys passed and when Aerys ascended to the throne.

He remembers how promising the beginning of his reign was until all the babes started dying. Rhaegar was born during Summerhall, the reason why they were convening in the first place, Shaena was stillborn, Daeron had fluid in his lungs and died after an hour, Aegon died in the cradle, Jaehaerys lasted a year then died of a chill, even the birth of Viserys never calmed the now mad King. Gerold remembers when King Aerys finally broke, in 277 Duskendale refused to pay taxes, King Aerys himself went to solve the issue, not trusting the Hand of the King his old friend and now rival Tywin Lannister. Aerys went with one Kingsguard who was slain, Aerys was captured, imprisoned, and tortured for nearly a year when Ser Barristan, a fellow Kingsguard, rescued his King. But Aerys returned as a madman. Gerold still remembers the screams of the Darklyn children when Aerys ordered them ripped apart in front of the Iron Throne, he remembers Lady Darklyn's pleas before she was set alight, he remembers how Aerys looked at the flames like how a child would a new toy.

Since that day he swore to remember his Knightly vows, to protect women and the innocent, to protect the realm. So he along with the rest of the Kingsguard swore to the Prince of Dragonstone, Prince Rhaegar, that they would help him usurp his father with the Lords Whent, Martell-Rhaegar's good brother-, and Mooton to organize a tourney to gain support among other Lords, but we were betrayed, Varys the spider informed the king of a plot at the tourney. And to make things worse a young northern lady caught the Prince's eye, Gerold remembers the silence where after his victory Rhaegar rid past his wife and placed the crown of love and beauty on Lady Lyanna Stark's head, the Betrothed of Robert Baratheon, Lord of the Stormlands.

He remembers his return to the red keep, how he heard how Rhaegar kidnapped the lady, how her brother Brandon came to the Capitol threatening the Prince, and how King Aerys killed Lord Rickard Stark after he summoned him to Kingslanding along with his son. How houses Stark, Arryn, Tully, and Baratheon raised their banners in rebellion, he remembers hearing of Rhaegar's death on the Trident, he remembers how Rhaegar sent him and his Sword brother Oswell Whent to the Mountains of Dorne to be stationed at an old watchtower, now called the Tower of Joy. He never told them what they were guarding. When they arrived they were met by Ser Arthur Dayne, a fellow Kingsguard, who told them that Lady Lyanna was in that tower, how she and the prince fell in love, how with the consent of Princess Elia they married, and how she now carried Rhaegar's child.

They waited for a year for any news, Lord Dayne knew of their location and was a loyalist so provided them with provisions and supplies. Gerold remembers how for nearly six months he and his brothers guarded Lady Lyanna. She was endearing, Gerold thought, she always had a way to bring a smile to anyone's face. She told us how she met Princess Elia and Prince Rhaegar, how she fell in love, and most surprisingly how she was the Knight of the Laughing Tree, the Knight who participated in the tourney of Harrenhal but after King Aerys demanded the Knight reveal themselves they fled.

Gerold was now sitting with his Brothers. It is the end of the year 284 and it is a cool Dornish night. Lady Lyanna had been in her labors for nearly a day, he could hear the screams even though she was at the top of the tower and they were at the base. Lord Dayne has provided a Maester and Midwives but they refused his offer for the birth to be held in Starfall, they need secrecy, and  Kingsguard and a Northern Lady in a Starfall would lead to too much suspicion. Especially now when we have heard rumors from Lord Dayne that Kingslanding has fallen with the death of the King, all at the hands of Lord Tywin Lannister. Further rumors say Lord Tyrell has also surrendered to the Rebels at Stormsend. The only Loyalists left are in Dorne, but they will surrender soon to keep their lives.

“This birth must end quickly, we are told close to the Reach for my comfort. The Rebel Lords will come for Dorne once they lick their wounds.” Said Ser Oswell, stopping their silent dinner.

“After the birth, my Brother said he could provide a ship for us to head for Braavos. Dragonstone will not last the year, Rhaegar had a lot of friends in Braavos through the Iron Bank, and Braavos can and will defy the rebels for the Royal Family. My brother has informed me that the body of Elia was presented to the Usurper."

"What of Jaime Lannister and the young Prince and Princess." Asked Oswell with a worry in his voice.

"There is no news, not even a rumor of their location. If I had to guess Lannister got out of the Capitol and is either laying low or is at Dragonstone by now.” Said a sad and solemn Ser Arthur. He is always writing to his brother for any information.

“Then we must remain ready to go at a minute's notice, I want to be at Starfall by six hours after the birth. Arthur you will need to get the Princess and share a horse.” Gerold ordered. He would have liked to wait a day at least but the rebels were on the way and they were running out of time.

Just then the Maester provided by Lord Dayne came down, he looked tired, old, and ragged. He moves to speak to Gerold and his brothers. “Sers, the Princess has birthed a child, it is a girl and she is healthy and screaming.” The Maester paused and Gerold assumed he had more to say but was choosing his words. “However there were complications, she has lost a lot of blood and I suspect she will not last long. She wishes to speak to all of you and say her goodbyes.”

Quickly Gerold gets up off his seat in front of the Tower of Joy, Arthur and Oswell following close behind him. As they ascend the spiral stairs up the tower Gerold thinks about how kind of a soul Lady Lyanna is. He reminds her of his sister, Bethany, who also died in childbirth. She always had a way to lighten up the room and start a conversation, just like Lady Lyanna. It was a great sadness that the birthing bed took so many good souls.

As Gerold and his fellow Kingsguard get to the top of the tower they stand just outside of Lady Lyanna's room. Gerold noted that the screaming had stopped some time ago, and now that he was at the door he could hear the soft coos of a new babe. Gerold finally opens the door and is hit immediately with the smell of blood, he remembers the smell of death in the 5th Blackfyre rebellion and the hospice tents set up, how he could smell a dead man waiting for the Stranger to collect him.

He finally gazes at Lady Lyanna and sees everything below her waist covered in sheets of blood. She held a babe close to her bosom, the babe in qustion held a silence in the arms of her mother. Just then Lyanna catches the three and speaks with what Gerold thinks is a voice filled with the resignation of death.

“I would like to thank you all for being my bit of peace ever since Rhaegar left. All of you filled my days with happiness. I want you to look after my Daughter, her name is Visenya, Rhaegar wanted the name and I find it beautiful but fierce. Just the name for a Targaryen Princess.”

As Lyanna gave the new Princess to the Maester she looked on at her daughter mumbling sweet words as she drifted into a death. “Fear not my lady, we are Kingsguard, we will protect our charge till death.” Gerold softly utters hoping Lyanna can hear his late response.

The Maester now walks to him holding the bundle filled with the babe. As he reaches for her and holds her he notices her purple-on-gray eyes and her silver-gold hair that is just now a tuft on her head. She looks upon him with melancholy, as if she already knows out of the womb that her parents are dead and her life in danger.

As he gives the babe to Arthur, Oswell motions to the window something has caught his attention. As Gerold moves to the lone window in the tower he sees them. Twenty riders torches in hand all wearing mail, but not the style of the Dornish. As they get closer he can father identify them and to his horror he sees heavy Northern Mail and Plate. The Rebels have come.

“Ser Arthur, Ser Oswell you will ride to Starfall with the Princess Visenya. You will escort her to Dragonstone or wherever the Royal Family has retreated to in Essos. You will serve as Kingsguard to whoever is the rightful King or Queen and see them to the Iron throne.” Ordered Gerold as he continued to stare at the encroaching party. He was certain now that Lyanna's brother Eddard Stark had come to find his sister.

As Gerold turns around he sees Arthur with the Princess. He looks at him with understanding and leaves, Oswell not far behind him. Gerold gathers himself and descends the tower slowly.

He remembers how before Summerhall Prince Duncan would spar with him. He remembers when he Knighted Prince Rhaegar. He remembers when Prince Viserys only four had snuck into the Red Keep's kitchen and how he begged Ser Grandpa not to tell his Mother. He remembers how King Jaehaerys had begged him to look after his daughter and how he wished he never married her to Aerys, at the time no one knew how bad Aerys would have been but Jaehaerys always suspected something unseen to others.

As Gerold finally reaches the bottom he sees his sword. He has had this sword for three years, this will be its true first taste of blood. Gerold wishes he was on the Trident, maybe then he could have saved his Prince, no it is better not to dwell on the past. He takes a step outside and grabs a whetstone and takes a seat on a rock and begins sharpening his sword. Arthur and Oswell come past him,l on Dornish sand steeds, in Arthur's hands is a bundle which holds Princess Visenya and her renewed wails. Arthur and Oswell nod to him as they leave, both taking off south as fast as their horses can go. If he can hold the Rebels for just ten minutes then there is no way they will catch up to the pair of Knights.

After a few minutes the band of Northerners finally makes their way to the tower. He was right in his assumption that this is Eddard Stark. He recognized him from the tourney of Harrenhal, but now his face is stubbled, his hair filled with dirt, and in full Northern Plate with a overshirt emblazoned with the Stark direwolf.

All twenty of them then dismount. Gerold then stands up from his rock and tosses the whetstone aside as the Stark men surround him with Lord Stark still facing him to his direct front. “We looked for you in the Trident, and the Lannisters couldn't find any Kingsguard with their King as he lay dead.” Said the young Northern Lord, he had a great sword on his hip which was clearly Ice, the Valyrian Steel sword of house Stark. Gerold stayed silent, so it's true Aerys is dead, only a few years late.

“The Lannisters scoured the Capitol, all they could find was Princess Elia who died of poison, her children missing.” Internally Gerold relaxed at that news. But that feeling ended when all twenty Northerners drew their steel.

“I will ask one time where my sister is, where is the woman who was stolen by the Prince? And where is the Knight who helped steal her? Where is Arthur Dayne!!?” He looks to the tower and it clicks. “You will take me to her, do something right and not serve the foolish wishes of that dead and dishonorable Prince.” Lord Stark's voices with righteous anger and his eyes Gerold notices are filled with maniacal determination.

“You will not find comfort in the truth, or loyalty to your Usurper. She could have explained to you, but alas you are late.” Gerold Hightower said with a true sadness to him. “But since you are late, I am Gerold Hightower. I am who they call the White Bull. And I am a Kingsguard and a Kingsguard always protects his charge. I can not allow you to proceed so I must ask you to return to your Usurper or face the Justice of Aegon sixth of his name, King of the Andals, Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and of all Westeros, and Protector of the Realm.” Gerold then draws his steel, ready for one last fight. He is ready to die for his King and Princess. 

Gerold surges backwards. He catches a short man wearing a Lizard shirt off guard and lobs off his head. Next a Northerner with two axes on his chest attacks him. Gerold quickly parries and cuts off his sword arm. But then a great sword plunges through his stomach from the back. He feels his fingers numb and his lips loosen. Gerold looks down at his stomach and sees a blade of black Valyrian steel sticking out his front. And then Lord Stark whispers into his ear. “I said bring me to my sister.”

The blade is taken out, the pain too much to process. Gerold Stares at the moon. It is full and hangs high in the sky. He remembers the nights in his youth where the Moon hung high and he and his brother would climb the Hightower and see it light and they would watch ships from as far as Qarth dock in its harbor. Gerold Hightower then felt himself dragged to a stone, his chest lying just on it and his head sticking off the end. He remembered when he and Lord Commander Duncan sparred, he only beat him three times, but he remembers each one.

Gerold hears pieces of a voice pierce through his his fogged mind.

"In th... ing Robert... theon... irst... I Eddar... Warden of... rth... you to death... for treason."

Gerold hears the swoosh of a sword and it all goes black.

Notes:

Angry Ned and sad old man Gerold

Next is a Jamie chapter so stay tuned

Once again all advice is welcome and please keep comments civil

Chapter 2: Jaime I

Notes:

Once again all advice is welcome and great appreciated

As Dragonstone faded into the distance, Ser Jaime Lannister looked on. These last months had been chaos for Jaime. From the death of Prince Rhaegar to the sack of Kingslanding, and the killing of-. No, it is not a good thing to linger on the past Jaime thought.

Now he stands by Princess Rhaenys as they leave Dragonstone. The Princess in particular has had a childhood he would never wish upon any, both her parents are dead and now forced into exile. No, she should be happy, she should b-. Jaime's train of thought is suddenly interrupted by a pull on his mail glove.

"Ser Lion, will Father and Mother meet us at the new city you are taking us to." 

Jaime had his throat tighten up, how could he tell her only four namedays old that her mother and father were dead at the hands of the Usurper? How can he break a child's heart?

"My Princess do you remember what your Septa said."

Rhaenys looked confused, trying to figure out what her long-gone Septa had to do with this. Jaime seeing her confusion decided to give her a hard truth. And swallow the fact that these kids would never have a childhood.

"My Princess, remember the old white cat Meraxes you used to have. Remember how it got old and went to sleep for a long time and how it went to the Seven Heavens." Jaime paused as if trying to find the right words to say. 

"Your Father and Mother's time has run up to, so they are now in a long sleep and are together in the Seven Heavens. They are watching you and will be with you always."

"So they are dead Ser Lion." Said Rhaenys with tears near her Indigo eyes.

"Yes my Princess, but don't worry. I know it is hard but I lost my mother when I was young. You will miss them but you must not give up, they would not want that. Can you do that for me, Princess, can you not give up?"

Rhaenys had tears in her eyes but held them in. She was handling this well but he knew she would have nights when she would cry herself asleep. 

"Ok Ser Lion, I will be strong."

"Good, not here's a good idea why don't you go check on your brother and your new aunt Daenerys."

He hopes the babes could cheer her up, they always seem to do. Jaime though needs to talk about the plan for when they land in Braavos with Ser Willem, the former Master of Arms at the Red Keep. The current Sealord will shelter them but if he loses power then they are in a dangerous situation. Furthermore for all Jaime knows he may be the last Kingsguard in existence if Sers Arthur, Oswell, and Gerold didn't survive. One Kingsguard 3 Princelings and a King who is a babe. Jaime will have to be on guard for these next few years.

As Jamie left the deck of the galley for the hull he entered a long corridor that housed the crew quarters and a private quarter where he, Ser Willem, the children, and a wetnurse all had to reside. The galley was chosen because it would not be suspected of carrying the Heirs of House Targaryen due to its less opulent nature, thus of course came with the caveat that Jaime would have to enjoy a week at sea with two crying babes had two other young children who inclined to cry as well. 

Jaime finally made it to the private chamber on the ship 5 beds lined the walls with him and Ser Willem taking the closest to the door. He saw Princess Rhaenys take care of her brother who had just learned to walk. Jaime thinks it is a little weird that the biggest accomplishment of his King is that he can now walk but these are weird times. The wetnurse has put Princess Daenerys to sleep and Prince Viserys sits next to the window. Out of all of them, he has taken this the hardest and now spends most of his days sulking. Perhaps he can start teaching the Prince the sword to get his mind off the death of his mother.

"Ahh Ser Jaime it is good to see you. We must talk about Braavos and the accommodations we must expect." Said Ser Darry. He had a similar gruff voice as his brother but he had a softer side to him as well.

"Yes, Lord Anarthaon Otherys will give us refuge as he owes many a favor to Rhaegar but if he loses an election we must move to Pentos." 

Jaime was puzzled by this, why Pentos why not somewhere further like Tyrosh or Norvos? "Why Pentos if I may ask."

"Before we left one of the Spider's little birds came to me, said a certain Illyrio Mopatis of Pentos could give refuge. I know trusting the Spider is risky but if we are backed in the corner, well with the little coin we have we might be forced to make our peace with our fears."

"Still the Spider bowed to the Usurper, I don't trust him, even if he got me and the Princelings out of the city."

"Well, I am just saying if push comes to shove, we can't shove." And that is what scares Jaime.

 

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As the days on the ship continue in a monotonous rhythm Jaime takes it upon himself to ensure that Prince Viserys can defend himself. The boy has seemingly taken well to the sword just like his brother, and may the Warrior make him better than his brother.

His slimmer build allows him to move fluidly in his footwork, almost as if he is dancing to a fine tune. The only problem is that he often is quick to give up when things do not go his way, and things often do. But now with the current state of things Jaime and Ser Willem will not allow him to give up the sword, not while they are so vulnerable.

"Do not cross your feet my Prince you will trip and fall flat on your face."

"Yeah, well maybe if I was on solid ground it would be better." Whined Viserys.

"My Prince while yes that would be favorable as of now we are on ship, and if you think in combat that the ground will always be on your side then you are mistaken." Jaime retorts.

"I know Ser Jaime, as you have told me a thousand times. I think I know by now." Moaned Viserys. This attitude is something that they will have to fix.

"And yet you have not learned the lesson my Prince, nor does Ser Willem say you have improved, until you master footwork we will not let you take up a practice sword." My frustration started to leave my voice. Is this how Ser Barristan felt when I squired for him? "My Prince, this is something all must learn first, otherwise you will trip over yourself and lose your life. Do not talk back I have seen battle you haven't."

"Well, still can I take a break."

"No laziness will not help us now that the Usurper sits on your nephew's throne." There that seemed to get him, he always was remotivated upon hearing about the Usurper. "You will practice your footwork until it is time to sup, and then we will endure our final night aboard this godsforsaken ship."

With reluctance, Prince Viserys continued his steps. He has a hard teacher but he will thank me later in life. Just then Princess Rhaenys came barreling out of the hull of the ship, her Brown curls following. 

"Ser Lion, Ser Lion."

Prince Viserys quickly retorted. "His name is Ser Jaime. Learn to speak properly."

Jaime quickly intervenes. "Enough my Prince I am not offended by being called Ser Lion. After all, it is a brave beast. And I did not say you could stop your footwork. " This seemed to shut down Viserys who went back to his footwork. Jaime then turned his attention back to Rhaenys. "Yes, Princess what is it."

"Ser Lion you must come see, Aegon said his first word."

"Do not worry Princess both me and Prince Viserys will come to see our King's first words." He said the last part while looking at Viserys showing this is not a negotiation. "However we must finish our lesson here, fan you keep our King company in the meantime."

"Ok Ser Lion, but don't take so long or he might fall asleep." Rhaenys quickly ordered before taking off into the hull of the ship.

"Ser Jaime may I ask a question." Asked Viserys still doing his footwork.

"Yes, my Prince you may." 

"Why do you let Rhaenys call you Ser Lion, is it not humiliating." Asked Viserys.

"No Viserys it is not, why would it be? It is just the nickname a child has given me." Said Jaime, he had a feeling he knew where this conversation was going. At the end of his reign, the Mad King kept Viserys too close and now you can tell he rubbed off on him.

"Well, does it not make you feel weak to be called incorrectly by a child? Father always said the Dragon must be respected and feared." Asked Viserys with a matter-of-fact tone. 

"Well my Prince, I find the most powerful men do not fear being called names. It is only men who know they are weak that fear being seen as such. No, I find let the people talk, you know your abilities and know your weaknesses. Don't be concerned what they think of you." Replied Ser Jaime "Now it is also unbecoming a Prince to snap at a child, I better not see you do it again or you will have your mouth washed out. You will apologize to Princess Rhaenys for snapping at her am I understood." Jaime ordered, hoping he got through to Viserys.

"Yes, Ser Jaime."

"Good now back to work."

 

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At midday, they reached Braavos, the Titan of Braavos rising in the distance. Jaime can say he is relieved to be able to sleep on something more than a cot in a room with two babes. But that does not mean he can rest easy, who knows how many assassins the Usurper will send after the Targaryens. 

They entered under the Titan and Jaime could do nothing but marvel at it. To think that man built something as grand and complex as this was insane. It reminded him of when he first saw the true scale of Casterly Rock. His home, the place where he was raised with his Sister. No more Jaime thought she was not your responsibility now, you must move now. 

"Ser Lion, look how big the tall shiny many are."

"Yes, it is quite big Princess. It is said the Titan alone defeated an Ironborn raid of seventy Longships."

"How Ser Jaime. How can this metal statue defeat an entire fleet." Questioned a skeptical Viserys.

"If I remember correctly, the Titan has many murder holes where arrows can be shot out of. And then valves that can release a flammable oil that can burn on water. It works similarly to wildfire but is easier to handle, but also less destructive due to that." Replied Jaime seemingly calming the young Viserys.

Just then Ser Willem and the wetnurse arrived, the Wetnurse carrying Daenerys. King Aegon is dressed as well as a babe of one can be as he toddles to his Sister. 

"Rhae, Rhae." 

"Brother look at the Tall shiny man. He is called the Titan." Said Rhaenys as she went over to steady her brother.

"Iney, Ti'an." Babbled the Young Crownless King. 

"Yes, Brother Titan." 

Jaime had to admit that it was crazy how quickly the young Aegon picked up words after he said his first. He heard stories that Prince Rhaegar was similar, but he just jocked it up to Royal propaganda. Maybe there was some truth to it. Either way, the galley made it close to the City of Braavos. 

The first thing Jaime noticed about the city though was how it floated on the lagoon. Instead of roads, there were large waterways, with bridges crossing over. Each district of the city was separated by main water avenues. They followed the main avenue to the Sealord's palace on the galley. They were allowed past a large sea gate once they hoisted Targaryen banners and confirmed their identities. As they reached the private dock of the Sealord's palace, Jaime was in full Kingsguard Regalia of a white full-plate armor. With the children also in the finest clothes that they stored on Dragonstone. To a bystander these were not exiles but the Royal Family of Westeros. 

As the Gangplank was lowered they descended onto the dock and were met by the Sealord of Braavos. The Sealord was flanked by his first Sword and a full honor guard of Braavosi marines in a welcome procession. Jaime moved first followed by the Wetnurse carrying King Aegon. He was followed by Princess Rhaenys and Prince Viserys, as well as a maid carrying Princess Daenerys. To their rear Ser Willem picked up an escort, just in case. 

"Ahh Ser..." said the Sealord 

"Ser Jaime Lannister of the Kingsguard." 

"And so Ser Jaime who has come to my fine city." Said the Sealord with a practiced elegance. 

"I present his grace King Aegon sixth of his name, King of the Andals, Rhoynar, and First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm." Jaime paused to continue the expected introductions. 

"And who might these young Princelings be." Said the Sealord in a rehearsed voice thought Jaime.

"The is the Princess Rhaenys, sister of the King and his intended. His uncle the Prince Viserys, Prince of Summerhall. And his Aunt, Princess Daenerys." Viserys seemed to beam at his title Prince of Summerhall, it was given to him by his father a year before the Rebellion. Both Princess Rhaenys and Prince Viserys bowed deeply to the Sealord.

"Now with that out of the way I give King Aegon VI a medallion of Braavos to show that he will not be harmed or harassed while in this city." Said the Sealord as a servant behind him presented Jaime with a gold Medalion. 

"I Ser Jaime Lannister accept this show of friendship in the name of King Aegon VI and intern give the city of Braavos a gift of a Gold Dragon to show that we do not intend to cause chaos or disorder on her grounds." Said Jaime while accepting the Medalion and giving the servant a Gold Dragon. 

"On behalf of Braavos welcome to this city now would you please follow me I have a surprise for his Grace that I think he will find very useful and that he will find comfort in.

Jaime was intrigued by the Sealord's words. What could be useful to Aegon, and what does he mean Aegon might find comfort in the surprise that the Sealord has planned? As they walk down the boulevard from the private dock to the Sealord's palace Jaime tightens the grip on his Sword fearing the worst. Did they walk into a trap, was Braavos a mistake? Braavosi Marines lined the boulevard to the palace. Was this for their protection or something more sinister? 

As they arrived at the palace the gate swings open and Jaime is met with the most queer sight. Two kingsguards standing in full white plate and regalia with a maid standing behind them.

The Sealord Spoke up. "May I introduce the Sers Arthur Dayne and Oswell Whent." Both Knights took off their helms, both of them Grinning ear to ear. They stepped aside and allowed the maid to step forward and hold a bundle that contains a babe around a few months old. The Sealord spoke up again. "And may I humbly introduce Her Highness the Princess Visenya Targaryen." 

Now that, that surprised Jaime, he would have said something if it wasn't for the.

"Sister, Father always said you would come!!!" Screeched Rhaenys.

Notes:

Well what a news flash for Jaime, plus some correction for Viserys

Next is a Arthur chapter and then BOBBY B!!!

Once again any advice and constructive criticism is welcome, love you guys

Chapter 3: Arthur I

Notes:

Hello you all, and Arthur chapter as promised, once again please give advice as it is appreciated. Hope you enjoy.

Arthur stood with Ser Oswell and a maid who was holding Princess Visenya. Both he and Oswell stood in their Kingsguard armor. Both sets of full plate armor were crystalline white. According to the Sealord of Braavos, the rest of the Royal Family will be arriving soon and he wished for their presence to be a "surprise worthy of Dragons." Arthur thought it needless, he needed to ensure that the Royal Family was safe. But regardless he gave this small concession to the Sealord, if only to appease him.

Suddenly the door swung open and in stepped the Sealord, his retinue, Ser Jaime, and by Arthur's sore eyes that must be the Royal Family.

Suddenly the Sealord spoke up. "May I introduce the Sers Arthur Dayne and Oswell Whent." Arthur to confirm it was him taking off his helm, and he could get a better view of the children. He had not seen them in years, Aegon not at all, and it seemed there was a new one in the back too.

Arthur and Oswell then stepped aside. Arthur guesses it is time for their surprise now, he wonders what Jaime would think of this. The maid then stepped forward, Princess Visenya seemed aroused by the commotion and looked upon the crowd in front of her. "And may I humbly introduce Her Highness the Princess Visenya Targaryen."

Suddenly a screech was heard and a little bronze-haired girl with Indigo eyes barreled forward. By the gods the last he saw Rhaenys she was just learning to walk and talk.

"Sister, Father always said you would come!!!" Screeched Rhaenys.

"Slow Princess we don't want to scare her,"  Arthur said with a smile on his face, Oswell was losing himself in his laughter.

Suddenly Rhaenys looked at them with confusion. "And who are you two." God's Arthur thought, she must not even remember them, she was only one when they left for Harrenhal, and he hasn't seen her since.

"I am Ser Arthur Dayne, and this is Ser Oswell Whent. We were friends of your father, and are fellow Kingsguard to your Ser Jaime here." Arthur explained with a calm elegance.

"Ser Lion is this true, are they who they say they are." Said Princess Rhaenys with a skeptical look.

"Yes my Princess, these are the legendary Knights they claim to be." Said Ser Jaime. He had his stupid arrogant smirk on his face. "And I do imagine they have a legendary tale to tell us no."

"OH as you would never believe you little Lion Cub." Laughed Ser Oswell as he ran forward to roughen up Jaime's hair. "Though I imagine yours is way more interesting." This though seemed to get a reaction out of Jaime as he bristled away with a look of shame. What happened in the Red Keep? Arthur will have to figure it out later as he has a more important question.

"Where is Queen Rhaella, surely she should be with you. Is she-."

"Mother is dead." Said Viserys calmly, but Arthur saw the pain in his eyes. "She died giving birth to Princess Daenerys."

And that killed any Joyful mood the group had. But what struck Arthur was how formal Prince Viserys was, so rigged. This was not the happy and playful kid Arthur remembers.

"Well why don't we go show all of you the manse Ser Arthur and I have picked out? It is in a perfect location and has a great view of the Titan from its balconies." Said the Sealord to end the unease in the room. "And after I must extend an invite for a dinner, we are in octopus season and this week's catch is just exquisite."

"While this invitation is in good faith I hope his excellence can understand that we will not be able to fully attend this dinner. As of now, only the Prince Viserys is free to do so." Said Ser Arthur in a false tone, how does he expect us four soldiers to get babes to sit for supper?

"Yes, I fully understand these extraneous circumstances and accept this apology. In light of this, I would Invite Ser Jaime as well. It would be wonderful to know the good Ser." The Sealord continued the mummers game.

"I accept your excellence, I was raised in Casterly Rock as you know and the food of the Sea was always common on my father's table." Said Ser Jaime, God's Arthur hated these games. "I would love to see how the fish of the Narrow Sea stack up to those of the Sunset."

"Wonderful then. And I can tell you that the cuisine here is nothing but exquisite, and if I must say one of the best in the world." Proclaimed the Sealord who was now chuckling to himself. 

"Well then let us be off, we are all tired from our long journeys are we not." Finally said Ser Arthur to finally leave the presence of this Sealord. 

The Sealord readily agreed and they headed off to a manse in the Nobles District, and Arthur had to admit the view was nice. Yes, this place will serve them for the next few years who knows, how they will get back the throne? Perhaps the Golden Company can be bought, in this, he better contact Jon Connington. He does not know where he is besides the fact he is in Essos, and if anyone can help them it would be Jon Connington.

As they step into the Manse he remembers why he picked it, a large central courtyard can be turned into a makeshift training area for his fellow Knights, Prince Viserys, and King Aegon. Gods it was weird for Arthur to think this toddling babe is his King, they will have to wait for at least 15 years before they can play for the throne. Future thoughts Arthur hammered down, now we must be ready for the present.

The best part about the Manse in Arthur's eyes was that only one front entrance exists. The only not fully secure area of this manse is a balcony on the second floor of the building. And he guesses the Gardens but they will be walled off in a moon's time.

As they entered the manse they all made for the nursery except Ser Jaime and Prince Viserys, who will be the only child with his room for the time being. They entered the nursery which was a large room at the end of the Long hallway that made up the second floor. It had a big red door and it seemed homely enough, but either way, this would have to do. The maids quickly moved to set Princess Visenya and Princess Daenerys in two different beds, two others lined the hallway, one for now would hold Princess Rhaenys and King Aegon and the other would hold a wetnurse to attend them all in the night.

Rhaenys led Aegon to Visenya's cradle they both stared down at the babe. 

"Rhae, new babe?" Asked a young King.

"Yes Aeg, this is our sister, Visenya. Before you were born Father told me that I would have one more sister and that she would be Visenya. Aeg she is our other third father said." Explained Rhaenys to her brother.

"I big brotha, I have ittle sissy." Asked Aeg.

"Yes, Aeg we have a little sister." Said Rhaenys as she kissed the babes forehead.

"Arthur, do you think that Rhaegar planned this." Asked Oswell. "Surely he didn't plan for Visenya and Rhaenys to marry Aegon. That would cause so many issues for the realm. 

"To that I say why else would he name the children as he did, why else would he pour over prophecy? You remember what he told us before Harrenhal, the Dragon must have three heads, and that his son will be the 'Promised Prince.' I think he planned it just not the way that it will go about." Replied Arthur, why must his old friend always make things harder than they must be?

"Surely we will not let that happen, I mean the faith would just beg for the Usurper's rule then. Well, be more fucked than the High Septon's alter boys." Laughed Oswell, gods Arthur was tired of Oswell's humor.

"First of all keep your tongue in the presence of children and second it might be to our advantage." Arthur paused as if to find the right words. "Think, the Conqueror had two wives and we will be in a similar position as he was. It could give us some legitimacy."

"Yeah, and the Conqueror also had 200-foot-sized flying death creatures that spit fire. And currently, we have an old knight with gout, an arrogant lion, a cranky Dornishman, and wonderous old me." Chuckled Ser Oswell, at least this one didn't involve death or sex. Arthur would be surprised if Visenya's first word wasn't "fucked right up the shitter."

"All the reason we need all the legitimacy we can get. But enough of that I won't talk about the marriages of Babes who still suck at the teat." Said Ser Arthur, and immediately he regretted his choice of words.

"Teat, Arthur you must hold your tongue, children can be listening." Laughed Oswell, gods he will be the end of us all.

 

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Dinner quickly passed and night came over Braavos, Jaime, and Oswell had all planned the nightly schedule that they would follow for guard duty. And currently, it is Oswell's shift, and Jaime, he, and Ser Willem all sit around a small table discussing things.

"Truly Arthur I do not know how you dealt with that conniving fool for two weeks, one dinner has already tireded me out." Said, Jaime 

"I can't say I envy you. He makes Lord Stauton look honorable." Said Arthur. "But for now he is the one thing keeping us safe from the Usurper. If we did not have Braavosi protection, gods know where we would stay.

"And about that Lord Commander." Arthur cringed under his new title they all agreed he now held. "Before we left Dragonstone one of the Spider's birds told us that a Pentoshi magister named Illyrio Mopatis would give us refuge." Said Willem Darry. Now that is interesting why would the Spider help us?

"And for what reason do we have to listen to the Spider? He was always furthering the paranoia of the mad King, seven hells he informed Aerys of Harrenhal. No, why should we ever trust him." Said Arthur, why would they ever trust that bug? And why did he continue to hound them?

"Because he is the reason why I was able to save Princess Elia and our King." Announced Jaime. Well, this is new information. "If he did not tell me of the passageways I would never have got out of the keep and he also was the one who got us a boat out of the city."

I am left confused, why would the Spider help the losing side? "Still I will not be trusting that Eunch. And for now, we don't need to."

"But even you admit that Braavos will not be safe forever. If a new Sealord wins the elections then we might have no choice but to trust the Spider and his Magister." Said Jaime. He knows but the Spider is the last choice in Arthur's mind.

"I say however our first course of action is to gain allies. In the advent of war, we can assume the Dornish will back us. The Stormlands, Crownlands, and Vale are guaranteed to join the Baratheons. The Reach is filled with loyalists even if the Tyrells are more opportunistic, most chiefly the Hightowers and the Ashfords. If the Usurper is smart he will marry your sister thus tying the West to the Baratheons. The Riverlands surrounding will be forced into the Usurper's camp. However the North has a potential for neutrality due to Princess Visenya's lineage, but I find it depends on the temperament of the current lord. And the Ironborn will just raid the losers." Arthur paused, he hated politics, gods he wished Connington was here. "That gives us two kingdoms against a possible six plus the crownlands. We need allies, and I propose we start by looking for Jon Connington."

"Hah, you can't be serious about that failure. Because of his failure at Stoney Sept, we are in this predicament." Laughed Jaime. Arthur now has to choose his words well.

"He was closer to defeating the Usurper than our Prince ever was. He has undoubtedly learned from his loss, and he was always astute politically. Jon Connington is someone who would die for a chance at redemption at those are men we need." He has got Jaime he knows it, but Lannister has a smug look.

"It does not matter no one knows where he is." Said Jaime Smugly.

"Then we will find him. He was closer to Rhaegar than any other, I half expect him to find us anyway just so he can have his redemption." Said Arthur calmly. 

Ser Willem got up to feed the fire in the room and an extra few logs. It was getting late and they needed to get some sleep but there was one last topic of conversation.

"How well is Prince Viserys with a sword." Asked Arthur. 

"He knows his steps." Answered Jaime. 

Steps, Steps!! The Prince only knows steps, Gods this can't get worse. Let me guess next mysterious Blackfyres will come out of nowhere. Gods can't he ever get a break from the torment of the Gods?

"The King would not let him learn while he was in the Red Keep and he was moved to Dragonstone after the battle of the Trident. I only started with him a week ago on the ship." 

"Well then first thing tomorrow I will oversee a training session with Ser Willem. He will need to learn quickly, they all must grow up quickly." Announced Arthur, now we are in hard times, Gods why wasn't he at the Trident?

"Well just to warn you he is rude, arrogant, pompous, quick to quit, and quickly gets into a state which he calls "you angered the Dragon" where he just acts the fool. Oh and he any time you laugh at him." Said, Jaime

"So Oswell shouldn't teach him." Asked Arthur.

"Oh no, Oswell should train the Prince. I would pay all the gold in Under the Rock to see it. And besides Viserys needs to be humbled." Jaime then paused. "After the Trident and the death of Rhaegar the Mad King named Viserys heir. Though that proclamation died with him and Viserys never heard of it as he was out of the Red Keep then, he does feel as though he would be a better King than a 'Swaddled Babe.'"

"Can things get any worse for us, all of us are dead, Connington missing, Barristan is a traitor, and now we have a Prince who wants the throne." Exasperated Arthur.

"Yes all problems for the morrow, but as of now I am tired so good night." Announced Ser Willem.

"Yes, we better get to sleep soon. I want at least two hours before Oswell wakes me up." Said Arthur. 

And with that, the three Knights all broke their conversation and went to their rooms to sleep.

 

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Viserys were following Arthur to the courtyard. Arthur had on the mourning ordered the servants to set up a practice dummy made of straw and wooden training swords be brought. As they walked Arthur noted that Viserys walked riggedly as if he was always on guard. When they finally arrived Viserys noted the dummy and the practice swords.

"Ser Arthur am I finally getting a blade." Begged Viserys.

"Yes, a training one, this does not mean that we will mostly be working on footwork. But I do plan to end today off with some basic attacks, parries, and a spar to test what you have learned." Arthur paused because he knew Viserys would whine with this next instruction, as all pages and squires do. "And then I will teach you to clean a set of armor which you will do every day till I deem you ready for a Knighthood."

"But Ser Arthur that is servant work, why should I a Prince do this." Whined Viserys, just the reaction Arthur expected.

"For multiple reasons my Prince, for one it is something all squires and pages do. Two your Brother and your Father did it. Three your Great Grandfather did it famously. And Four you are now an exiled Prince so you will have to do some things that you did not have to do before." Arthur said bluntly, that he would not be dealing with any fits.

"But father says the Dragon makes others do his work so he can do as he likes." Viserys continued to whine. Arthur sees this is going to be a long day. 

"That attitude is why your Father lost the throne, this is something your Brother understood. If you will ever see your Nephew on the throne then you will have to learn this lesson." Arthur paused waiting for a response but to his relief, none came. "If your Father never delegated the realm to Tywin Lannister then he would have never have mismanaged it after Tywin resigned. If your Father never ordered the death of the Usurper and Eddard Stark then the Rebellion could have been avoided. Your Father and I say this with respect was mad, outside of his eyes no one followed his orders, no one respected him, no one loved him. Do not follow any advice of your father, even though he was our King, he was mad and drunk on power." Explained Arthur. Hopefully, they can mend this boy.

"Ok, Ser Arthur." Responded Viserys with a chastised look.

"Now are you ready to proceed my Prince?" Asked Arthur.

"Yes, Ser Arthur." Responded Viserys once again as he took his stance.

"Good man, now start your routine, I will tell you any mistakes after you are finished. If you mess up do not stop but continue until I tell you to stop." Ordered Ser Arthur.

For the next three hours, Arthur had Viserys in a training routine. Arthur noted that Viserys' steps were mostly okay, he will have to thank Lannister for that. Though in the few points he corrected at the end Viserys seemed to have an excuse for each of his failures. They then moved onto basic strikes and blocks with a sword and once again when Viserys made a mistake he would make an excuse but at least he seemed to be learning as he did adopt any advice Ser Arthur or Ser Willem who had now joined them gave. And finally a practice Spar between Viserys and Arthur. Arthur let Viserys seem as though he was winning until Viserys made a mistake on something and Arthur would quickly end the Prince's chances, Arthur would then explain the loss and they would go again. And finally, Oswell came down with Princess Rhaenys to watch and let out a laugh when Viserys stumbled and fell on his face. As a response, Viserys threatened to "Cut off your shriveled manhood and your nose then flip the two so everyone could see how small it was and so that he would have to smell his ass." To this Oswell only further laughed and if Arthur had to guess mentally wrote it down for his own sick purposes.

And finally the part Arthur himself didn't want to do, even if only so he didn't have to hear the complaints, he gave a spare set of Oswell's armor for Viserys to clean, and complain Viserys did. First, it was the fact that cleaning the straps was redundant as they were quote-unquote "not shiny enough to worry about." Next was how his hands hurt from scrubbing a gauntlet. And of course, the last was when he asked if he truly needed to replace a strap that had started to rip, as it was not "technically cleaning." But after a good hour, they finally go through it before Rhaenys and Ser Oswell come to tell them a luncheon will be served.

He and Viserys moved on, Viserys washed, Arthur would have but there was no extra Knight to watch Viserys as he would do so. And they both made their way to the meal.

At the table sat Ser Oswell with Princess Rhaenys and on a maid's lap King Aegon, who has new teeth that he uses to sample new solid foods such as berries, bread, and the occasional meat. Arthur and Viserys went to take their seats and make their plates. Arthur chose a lamb chop, some Braavosi flatbread with berries on it, and some Braavosi Blue Whine which always sparked his curiosity. And as of now, his attention was held by Princess Rhaenys who kept trying to feed her brother a slice of green Sailor's Fruit.

"Come on brother it is so sweet a juicy, you must eat to get strong." Urged Rhaenys.

"I Strong!" Said little Aeg. "I no need no silly fruit!" It is highly strange that the young king has such a large vocabulary at almost two years of age. Jaime mentioned that he learned quickly but Arthur never imagined that he could speak a full sentence. Maybe this is a sign of something but who knows he still has the temperament of a babe.

"Are you not brave enough to try it?" Asked Rhaenys. Oh, and Arthur knew about this game, his father would always say it whenever he refused to eat food.

"No, I brave." Said Aeg. 

"Then prove it." Said Rhaenys

"Fine." Said Aeg with a pout as he ate the fruit.

"Bleh you lied, it very sour." Said Aeg.

"Yeah, that is what makes it good." Said Rhaenys. 

"No sour, me want sweet." Said Aeg.

And for the rest of the meal, the two siblings argued about whether sour was a good thing or not. Until Viserys called them both childish and Rhaenys threw her watered wine at him. The scene causes Oswell to go on the floor laughing. Of course, Arthur had to do the real work and fix this mess. But in the end, Arthur felt a calm he had not felt since before Duskendale and that felt good.

Notes:

Wow hoped you enjoyed baby Aeg because I can guarantee that will change, just don't ask a woods witch for a Dothraki Khalassars future.

Next it something all you true Baratheon enjoyers will appreciate a BOBBY B chapter.

And finally I hope you enjoy I unashamedly bully kids Oswell Whent, we all love a bit of Dark humor now and again don't we.

Any way thanks for reading and please any advice, constructive criticism, and praise is welcome and appreciated.

Chapter 4: Robert I

Notes:

Hello, everyone sorry for the delay but Modcon for CK3 was one. And I lost half of the writing due to lightning taking out my power. Its a bit short but I hope it appeases your for a day or two.

As always advice is welcome and appreciate. Enjoy.

The inside of the Great Sept of Baelor was enlightened by the sun shining through its stained windows. All the Lords of Westeros have been gathered in this hall for what Robert thought was a mummer show at best. Here he was Robert Baratheon, King of the Seven Kingdoms, Demon of the Trident, and Dragon Slayer, and he is forced to marry some Western whore. Why did the Gods give him his throne but not the woman he loves? DAMN RHAEGAR, DAMN HIM TO THE SEVEN HELLS. HE WILL KILL ANY OF HIS KIN THAT SET FOOT ON WESTEROS AGAIN. HE WILL KILL RHAEGAR'S BITCH OF A SON AND THE REST OF THAT FAMILY WHO TOOK HIS LYANNA, HIS LOVE. 

And then to make Robert's day worse Lord Tywin had to start leading his damn daughter to him. WHY SHOULD HE RAISE THE LORD WHO FAILED TO KILL THE TARGARYENS? DAMN, THE LANNISTERS DAMN THEM ALL. How did he allow Jon to talk him into this? "He is the most powerful Lord Robert," "You need his Support Robert," "He will feel slighted Robert," Damn him and his reason. He and his daughter will bite at his heels for the rest of his life. Gods, why did they side with him, he would have loved to run his hammer through Tywin Lannister's smug face.

And can he not move any slower, any longer and Robert might piss himself from all the ale he had before this. Ned tried to take it from Robert, but he always kept some hidden under my new desk. Robert decided at this point his new desk was more of a wine store than any real desk, after all, Robert knew nothing of counting coppers. Oh, finally that old lion got here. He has to admit his daughter is pretty, she would make for a good fuck or two but she will never be HIS LYANNA.

Finally, that dolt of a High Septon started his blessings and prayers. Robert never cared for the Seven, he believed but was never adamant about the faith. No that was Jon, but he always kept his piety down a bit, more of a private thing for that old fart. Honestly, Robert could just never imagine the life of a Septon, how could any live without a good pair of tits. Then again many Septons do "forget" many "old practices."

"Your Grace." Said the Septon.

"Hm." Responded Robert confused.

"Your vows." Said the Septon. Robert had seen him in a brothel before.

"Yes, I am hers and she is mine. With this kiss, I pledge my love." Robert said tortuously. While taking off the Lioness' maiden cloak and replacing it with one of house Baratheon.

"I am his and he is mine. With this kiss, I pledge my love." Said the Lioness, did she have a smug look? No, did she think he was bewitched by her, oh is she going to have an awakening, thought Robert?

The two then kissed but to Robert, it did not feel sweet, it did not feel comforting. Robert reckons he has felt more comfort in a kiss from a whore than in this. He could just feel the venom from her and her father. Robert was always a good judge of character in his own opinion, he often just never cared about them. But now Robert can see who this girl is, she thinks too much of herself and will be nothing but poison. Robert knows his Lyanna would have been sweet, like the strawberries they grow in the North. His Strawberry Queen. But no the gods gave him this bitch to poison his line.

"I pronounce King Robert Baratheon and Lady Cersei Lannister man and wife under the eyes of the Seven. Cursed he who is to see them asunder." Said the High Septon to the jubilance of the crowd. Robert saw Ned with a sad look on his face, he knew his friend wished this went differently nearly as much as him. Jon was more neutral, but Robert knew his foster father wanted him to be at least happy in this new marriage.

Finally, after all the cheers and joy faded away the guests began to file out of the Grand Sept, Robert with Cersei in tow left with their Kingsguard, currently only consisting of Meryn Trant, Arys Oakheart, Bors Blout, and Barristan Selmy, who was Lord Commander. Gods he still needed to name three more, as if he needed them, no he and his hammer are unstoppable. The King and Queen entered a wheelhouse while the Kingsguard formed a protective square on horseback. The Royal Family then made for the Red Keep for the feast.

 

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A feast is just what Robert needed to get out of his stupor, ale and food ran freely. Laughter was in the air, and he and Ned told one too many jokes. And yet he could not but be bored with the person to his left, who after hours of him ignoring her is trying to start a conversation. Will she ever get the hint that he will never love her, bah he best just say it at this point, if he could? Robert has had way too much to drink and for him, that truly is an accomplishment. He is on his twenty-third glass of Dornish Red, and a fourth mug of Northern Snap Cider. Gods this woman was frustrating, why does she always feel the need to buy into his conversations? 

Finally, someone announced the bedding and Robert had to admit this was the first time he might not want to bed someone. He will, but there was this weird feeling of disgust in his stomach. Just think of Lyanna, think of Lyanna thought Robert. Gods was he drunk, he could see the walls move and contort around him as if they were made of string. He nearly thought he was going to run into a wall as the woman pulled away his clothes, but no it was a door that led to a bedroom.

Gods why was he hear again, Robert can now hardly remember. But then Robert's protests ended as he saw a beautiful woman on his bed. Someone must have put her there, he will have to reward the person later. She was comely was golden hair and green eyes, but whenever he saw her he felt a weird feeling he couldn't place. No matter that has never stopped him before, and won't stop him now as he went to her and played next to her. 

Robert's eyes felt heavy, he would need some sleep soon, don't worry he can make this quick. After all, she is probably a whore he thought as he entered her. But as soon as he started sleep started to take him, he quickly finished and fell on top of her and dreamt of his Lyanna as he heard a stifled cry.

 

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Robert dreamed of Lyanna, of her gray eyes. And brown curls. Of how fierce she was, of how they would hunt together in the Kingswood. Robert dreamed of a life where they were King and Queen with a great brood, greater than the Good Queen and Old King. And Robert would be better, he would have long put his whoring days aside for his love, his Lyanna.

But then the dream turned and he was sat in the Small Council chamber with Jon. Ned was standing he looked rugged and tired, he had just come back from Dorne and his skin was as burnt as a Sun Fruit. 

"Robert, your Grace I have done as commanded. Lord Mace Tyrell has lifted the siege of Stormsend and bends the knee to you." Said Ned, gods he would need to sort out this your Grace nonsense with him.

"Good, good Ned. Now tell me where is Lyanna? It has been so long since we have seen another. Since we fought this war for her." Said Robert. But his voice faltered at the end when Ned's face went cold. "Ned where is she."

"When I arrived in the Marches local Lords stated the Prince went to an old Dornish Watchtower called the Tower of Joy." Ned paused, his eyes holding back tears unnumbered. "I found this tower, I engaged Lord Commander Gerold Hightower, and I killed him at the loss of one of my own. I entered the Tower and found my Sister dead with only-." 

Ned's voice trailed off as Robert Baratheon entered his thoughts. Lyanna dead how, why, but this war, the fight, why. DAMN THE GODS. DAMN RHAEGAR.

"-She gave birth to a babe and Ser Arthur Dayne and Ser Oswell Whent fleed with it. That was all I was able to get out of them."

"BABE, BABE. RHAEGAR KIDNAPPS HER, RAPES HER, FORCES HER TO CARRY HIS BABE. I WILL KILL THEM ALL, EVERY ONE OF THEM. GET STANNIS I NEED TO KNOW WHEN HIS FLEET IS READY. I WILL RAZE DRAGONSTONE TO THE GROUND." Roared Robert in anger and wroth unseen. He pounded on the table, whose bow lies broken.

"No Robert you are in no condition for combat. Your wound from the Trident still festers and you must now start considering-." The Dream slowly faded into dust.

Notes:

God Robert is hard to write. Fun to write but in a world of politics and scheming he sleeps, eats, fucks, and fights. Honestly due to this his chapters will be rarer with the main POVs in Westeros going further being Ned, Barristan, and Jon Arryn. In Essos expect, Jon Con, Arthur, and Jaime to be the initial POVs in The Dragon Court, with a special someone coming far in the future to make or break the fortunes of House Targaryen.

But in some amazing news CK3 AGOT has announced and update for all of Essos so shout out to those devs and any other CK player.

Lastly all advice is appreciated and watch out for either an Arthur or Jaime chapter. Its gonna be a year foward, we will have an appendices published to, it will cover extra lore and the standing of houses.

Chapter 5: Arthur II

Notes:

Hello, got a pretty eventful one for tou guys after the short one about BOBBY B. Hope you guys like the change of setting.

Once again first fic so all advise is welcome. But please don't be demeaning as it does not help.

Anyway hope you enjoy.

A storm has come to Braavos, and the rains and winds poured into the city upon the sea. Due to the fact Braavos is located in a lagoon and surrounded by barrier Islands, it is under no threat from great waves, but still, the storm rages outside the Targaryen's manse that houses them in their exile. An exile that is still young and one the Ser Arthur Dayne knows will not end for many a Sun's turn. 

Arthur thought the past two months since the arrival had been quiet, in many ways an uneasy calm had come over their stay in Braavos. However, he has felt as though he could have been more productive, that he could found a way to help his friend's son be prepared for his rightful throne. But this line of thought always ends with Arthur reminding himself that Aegon only celebrated his second Name Day three weeks ago. 

Arthur was now standing guard in front of the manse's nursery, which contains his King and the Princesses. Prince Viserys' room is directly in front of him, and Arthur is ready in case something were to happen in either room. It is the middle of the night, and the moon hangs high in the sky, a sky which every so often is illuminated by lightning, which proceeds the roar of thunder. The thunder does not scare Arthur. He grew up in Starfall where storms from the sea were common, but not nearly as voracious as the ones that spawn in the Narrow Sea.

BANG

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning strikes outside the Manse. Arthur jumps in his armor before he registers what the sound is. He calms himself until he hears a symphony of cries behind him.

He enters the nursery to see the Princesses Visenya and Daenerys being soothed by the two maids placed in the room. Both of them are loyal as they came from Dragonstone with Ser Jaime. The other sight was more interesting, the young King Aegon trying to wake up his sister, who was somehow sleeping through this storm.

"Swr Artur, Rhae still sleep. I was scared. Bi-Big boom." Said the young King still unknowing of the world.

"Easy young one, it was just lightning it-." Arthur tried to explain, but he was cut off.

"Wighting, it's scary, make it go away." Said the young king. 

"I am sorry, my King, but I can not. Lighting is part of the world, and we must live with it. Come, how about we go into the kitchens so we can forget about this lightning? Sound good?" Said, Ser Arthur 

"Can I get crystal fruit, Ser?" Asked the young King.

"Yes, you can have a crystal fruit." Responded Arthur. "Maid, can you wake Ser Jaime? It is nearly time for his shift anyway. I will be escorting the King to the Kitchens."

"Yes, Ser." One of the maids responded obediently and ran off to wake Ser Jaime, who arrived in a few minutes. He was mumbling about storms and little sleep.

Ser Arthur and the King then went to the kitchens, which were on the first floor of the manse. So Arthur and the King had to go through the hallway that was between the nursery and the stairs that connected the two floors of the Manse. As they went by a window in the hall however another flash of lightning lit up the sky. The young Aegon responded by fleeing into the leg of his protector.

"Scary, not good, make go away." Pleaded young Aegon.

"I am sorry, my King, but I can not. It is beyond my power to change the weather." Arthur paused, waiting for Aegon to respond.

"Then what can we do." Asked young Aegon.

"Nothing, I am afraid, my King. In our lives, we can not control everything, but one thing we can do is control how we act in reaction to the world." Arthur paused to let Aegon process his words before continuing. "So now both you and I can choose to be brave so as to go down to the Kitchens and get our Crystal Fruits. Remember only those with fear can be brave." 

Aegon took Ser Arthur's words, shook his head, and marched down to the stairs with Ser Arthur following. As they went to the stairs Aegon looked at him expectedly and held his hands out. The Young King's legs were still too short and none of them wished to see him fall and kill himself, so for now they carried him. Arthur picked him up and went down the stairs.

"Ser?" Spoke Aegon.

"Yes, my King." 

"Was Father brave?"

Arthur was shaken, Aegon has to this point never asked about his father. Arthur thought of his friend and remembered him, his gallantry, humility, and his death at the hands of the Usurper. Of how he was across the Kingdoms when it happened. If only he were there, he could have stopped it. He could have done more. 

"Your Father was very brave, he fought even though he knew he could die. He is someone I have known since I was a boy, we were great friends as we were both squires for Ser Gerold Hightower. Another brave man who died defending your Sister Visenya." Arthur paused, Gods he would never forget Ser Gerold. He always wished he was here, he would know what and what not to do, Gerold always did.

"Do all the brave die Ser." Asked Aegon sadness in his voice. 

"No, but when they do, they do it for a good cause. All of us must sacrifice something to do what is right. But sometimes being brave means that you will come out victorious, and other times yes you will suffer, but you suffer for a good thing." Responded Ser Arthur as they reached the bottom of the stairs and Arthur set Aegon down, who then proceeded to bolt to the kitchens which were right next to the stairs.

Arthur came into the kitchens to find some of the staff still working. Aegon asked for a Crystal Orange while ordering a Crystal Lemon for Arthur. Soon the servants gave the pair their treats, and both tasted as they could not afford a poisoning in the current situation. The two then ate their treats with Arthur savoring his letting it melt in his mouth while Aegon devoured it with the energy of a young child. Arthur loved the taste in his mouth, it reminded him of his childhood when he and his siblings, Ulrick and Ashara would swim in the Torrentine for what seemed like an eternity. They would always find Lemons that grew on the banks of the river and enjoy them as a snack once the sun started to set and the sky turned orange.

But he was pulled out of his memories by the reminder that he needed to get his young King to bed. He would need his rest for the wars to come. Arthur looks down at his King and prays that he will not suffer the fate of his father, slain on the battlefield by the Usurper and the vultures that flock around him. But Arthur put those thoughts aside, why worry about death in battle when they don't even have an army to fight their battle? 

Arthur then held his hand out to the Young King, who took it and began to lead him out of the Kitchen. Once they were in the main hall of the manse they started for the stairs when suddenly.

Knock, knock, knock

The knocking came from the front door. Just then a thousand scenarios went through Arthur's mind from assassins, to the Braavosi, to even it being a weird bit of thunder.

Knock, knock, knock

Alright, not thunder.

"What is that Ser." Asked Aegon with sleep in his voice.

"My King get behind me." Aegon did as ordered as Arthur took out his sword forged from a falling star, Dawn, and slowly approached the front door, which was behind the large table in the main hall. He grabbed the handle and could hear the steady breathing from behind the door from a multitude of people. Aegon silently began to scoot up the stairs to a point where he was just out of view from the front door. Arthur then opened the door and barred Dawn to the tall man at the front, his skin was olive and his eyes were like a snake. Next to him stood a man whose hood nearly covered his red hair. Seven more men stood behind the booth of them.

"Are you going to let us in Arthur?" Said the first man who Arthur then recognized by his voice. "I would like to see my Nephew. And these eight would like to do this whole, serve the King thing." Arthur was so caught up in surprise and unexpected grief, he had not seen Oberyn in so long, he had not seen one of his friends in so long.

"You mind putting Dawn down. I would like to keep my pretty face." Arthur then dropped his composure and hugged his friend. "Good to see you too cousin," Oberyn said at the end. While Jon Connington let out a small chuckle. 

Arthur broke his hug and welcomed the group inside. Besides Oberyn and Jon, seven others followed. The third and fourth son of Leyton Hightower, Ser Gunthor and Ser Humfrey, Daeron Velaryon who is a cousin of Lord Monford, Alton Celtigar who was the nephew of the current lord Celtigar, Richard Lonmouth one of Rhaegar's old friends and former squire, and lastly Crysan Goodbrook and Evanal Mooton both cousins of their respectful lords. The group quickly went inside, Ser Richard holding a locked chest and Ser Gunthor holding scrolls upon scrolls of lore that Arthur knows not, but most conspicuous of all was what Ser Daeron held, a wrapped sword completely covered. Young King quickly went down from his hiding place hearing the friendly welcomes. The nine then see the Young King and all of them then fall to their knees in fielty to King Aegon.

"My King we are at your service. Please accept our gifts for we think they may help your cause. The Scrolls are from Oldtown as a sign of Lord Hightower's loyalty. The rest we have been given by Magister Illyrio Mopatis of Pentos to give to you." Said Jon Connington. Aegon looked to Arthur without a clue what to do Arthur went to his side and whispered in his ear.

"Tell them to rise and that you accept the gifts." Whispered Arthur.

"Rise and I accept your gifts." Said Aegon to the group.

The group rose from their knees and Jon Connington began to explain the gifts first getting the scrolls from Ser Gunthor. "First your Grace I present scrolls from the Citadel and the Hightower, they are not over histories, sums, or other such things but rather scrolls on Dragon lore and Valyrian customs and culture from Valyria, itself preserved from the doom in Oldtown. Lord Hightower thought they shall be of use." Interesting Arthur thought but could be useful for legitimacy.

Lord Connington then went and took the covered Sword from Ser Daeron, both of them smiling. "The first of the gifts that Lord Illyrio instructed us to give to you is the Sword Blackfyre," Connington said as he took off the cover of the sword. Arthur could not believe his eyes, this was Blackfyre hilt and all how did a Pentoshi Magister gain one of the ancestral swords of House Targaryen? The blade had been missing ever since Maelys the Monstrous killed his cousin Daemon Blackfyre, the Sword disappearing in the chaos of the internal coup in the Golden Company. Lord Connington then rewrapped the sword and gave it to Arthur who felt as if he was holding history.

"And last your Grace that we and Magister Illyrio give to you is..." As he was talking Lord Connington grabbed a key from his pocket and opened up the chest that Ser Lonmouth was holding. "... the three eggs laid by Dreamfyre that were stolen by Elissa Farman." And sure enough three Dragon eggs lie in a chest filled with straw to keep them whole. Arthur was in awe, it was thought all remaining Dragon Eggs were lost in the disaster at Summerhall, to see three now was awesome and inspiring. Arthur just wondered how a Pentoshi Magister happened on such priceless artifacts.

"Hope you like your name day presents Nephew." Said Oberyn.

"Nephew?" Said Aegon with confusion. 

"You mean you can't see where you got your good looks, your Grace. I was your mother's brother, Oberyn Martell." Clarified Oberyn.

"Is that Sword for me?" Asked The Young King.

"It is All for you, it is for House Targaryen." Said Lord Connington.

 

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The mourning Sun has risen and Arthur, Willem, and the nine newcomers are holding a meeting in a private solar adjacent to an empty room in the manse.

"I was directed by children who gave me notes at random. These notes lead me to a Pentoshi Magister manse where he welcomed me and said he was a friend of Lord Varys and wished to help King Aegon." Explained Jon Connington.

"Our father has been in contact with the Spider for some time, as well as Prince Doran and other loyalists." Said Ser Gunthor. "Many still wish for the Dragon to return and only give false fielty to the Usurper."

"Yes we all assembled at Pentos, we are the advanced party, but there are around a hundred other loyalists all second, third, and fourth sons of loyalists' houses. Lord Hightower also sent seven Maesters from the Citadel to educate Aegon, including Archmaester Marwyn." Said Prince Oberyn "Though must say it would be better to go to Pentos than the other way around."

"No, even Lord Illyrio says they must remain in Braavos now, nowhere but here and Volantis is safe for now. Not while the Usurper's fury is still raw. No for now we must remain here at least for the next few years, then we can to Pentos and regroup." Explained Jon Connington.

"How was this organized, surely the Usurper and his band would stop this from taking place?" Reasoned Arthur, I mean this is just too much, to many people, one of which is an Archmaester.

"The Usurper is blind, the Spider covers his eyes and plugs his ears, whispering about the lesser things but hiding the more damning evidence of coordinated treason." Explained Prince Oberyn as he leaned in his chair rubbing his head. "We know not why the Spider is loyal but he is, he organized this whole affair while still controlling all information the Usurper gets."

"So we are safe?" Asked Arthur.

"No, but we have protection." Said Lord Connington. He was made Hand of the King by the newly assembled regents, Himself, Prince Oberyn, Ser Daeron, Ser Gunthor, Ser Willem, and Ser Alton. King Aegon eagerly agreed to the request, though not understand what he agreed to.

"We will be safe as long as we are in Braavos, at least as long as Braavos accept us as King Robert has declared an embargo on all Braavosi goods as long as they hold the Targaryen. It is rumored though that this is the only decree he has actually made. The rest are from his Hand Jon Arryn." Said Ser Gunthor Hightower, his younger brother staying silent.

"Hah, I always knew the Usurper could never rule. I bet he spends his days drinking and whoring like he did before this whole debacle." Laughed the Lord Hand to the chuckle of many besides Ser Arthur. 

"And what of Barristan, how did he come to turn traitor?" Asked Ser Arthur. How did his old friend go traitor, he was always the best of the Kingsguard.

"He was wounded in the battle of the Trident. The Usurper ordered him spared saying he fought well. Now Ser Barristan serves as the Usurper's Lord Commander. Though I doubt he holds true loyalty to him until we land in Westeros though he will serve the Usurper." Explained Ser Gunthor. Arthur was relieved by this explanation and he prayed that Barristan would soon come back to his senses and flee Kingslanding.

"But for now there is nothing that we can do but wait. I propose to this Regency Council that we stay in Braavos for eight years. After eight years we move to Pentos and truly begin our King's education, and enjoy the protection of Magister Illyrio. All in favor say aye."

"Aye." The whole group said unanimously.

"I wish to propose a second motion." Said Ser Arthur. "Before Prince Rhaegar's death he wished for his Son, then Prince Aegon to take both Princess Rhaenys and Princess Visenya as wives. I purpose we betroth King Aegon to Princess Visenya while keeping the betrothal of King Aegon to Princess Rhaenys intact to honor Prince Rhaegar's wishes and prove our legitimacy by likening him to the Conqueror." Said Arthur who already prepared for the pushback. But to his surprise, none came.

"I second this motion." Said Ser Gunthor. "My father has connections in the faith and he was informed that the High Septon would accept such a marriage under the guise of the Doctrine of Exceptionalism." 

"All in favor of the motion say, Aye." 

There was no dissent, Rhaegar's dream had become reality. And Arthur,  though not knowing it now has led to mankind's survival against the horrors of this age.

Notes:

Well Jon Con's here. As well as Oberyn? Did any of you see thay coming. But no I belive that the Loyalists would have more people flocking to them in exile with more Princes and Princesses alive. As well as Varys doing stuff, I'll explain how and how the Usurper didn't find out in future.

Probably going to do a ned and Jon Arryn chapter next and then a time skip eight years in the future to the move to Pentos and the Greyjoy rebellion. That chapter will be our first Aeg chapter though, after this time skip expect one more which will go to the start of A Game of Thrones and then the pace will slow down some. But I expect the Pentoshi and Greyjoy rebellion arc to be 10-20 chapters long.

And lastly Richard Lonmouth, and the Hightowers are cannon characters, the rest are OC's to just fill out the ranks, they will be important though so remember them or check the Appendices for their roles.

Any way thanks for reading, and once again advice is welcome. Just please don't shit on my work, I already have to deal with stuff in life and this is an escape for me. I do this for no gain but my own enjoyment, advice and constructive criticism is welcome, but being an a hole just hurts man.

Chapter 6: Ned I

Notes:

Hello, I'm back and have given you a Ned chapter.

As always advice is welcome

The road North was long and hard, the wind during a Northern winter could kill. For this reason, Ned was glad that he chose to head North on a Manderly ship. The ship was part of a greater fleet from White Harbor, whose port was unique as the only coastal area of the North that would not have the coast ice over during Winter. This fact has allowed the Manderlys to transport the Northern armies and lords that survived back to the North without risking a trip on the Kingsroad during Winter.

Once he returned North Ned would be its lord and Warden of the North, and that fact is only now setting in for Ned. The last time he was in Winterfell he was just a boy getting ready for his fostering at the Eyrie. During that time it was his brother, Brandon who would have succeeded his father, but Rhaegar Targaryen had to ruin this future. Ned though turned his thoughts back to the future, his leadership in the Rebellion has led to his vassal lords gaining a respect for him, specifically the Great Jon and his kin Lord Karstark. This respect was a sound foundation for his rule of the North, but relations would need to be nurtured, Howland's death specifically will leave him in a blind spot depending on the temperament of Howland's cousin Durthan. Perhaps Lord Dustin can cover this, but if he showed too much favoritism it could anger the Cerwyns and Tallharts. 

But those are questions and concerns for another day, for now, he has a more personal concern, his wife. She is not who he wanted, but he has to admit Lady Catelyn is sweet, temperate, and has a hidden fire to her that she hides behind a mask of serenity and demureity. This past week at sea has been good for them, forcing them to connect and giving Ned a good time to spend with his son, Robb, who is now learning to speak and walk. Though he can not call the relationship between Catelyn and him loving per say they have gained a respect for one and other, but Ned has a feeling that they could love each other as he often finds that he talks to her for no reason at night about all kinds of topics while he gets lost in her deep blue eyes.

They are now in their quarters on the ships, Ned did not wish to intrude on her but the space on the ships was limited so they had to share a bed. Catelyn, and Robb who are in a cradle next to them, are both asleep something that is slowly claiming Ned as the ship that carries them rocks back a forth. But his mind is still troubled. He has fears that Robert will kill the Targaryen children, or at least try to. Ned understands his friend's hate for the Targaryens but he would never kill babes and young children. If they invade in the future then he will kill them then, but now killing them would just sully their hands and draw them into conflict with the Braavosi when they held a fourth of their gold in the Ironbank. Now Ned can only pray that Jon Arryn can calm Robert down, he would stay but the North needs their lord once the worst of this winter comes.

And Ned despite hating the Targaryens could never kill his niece. Despite being a child born from the rape of his sister by Rhaegar, she was innocent of her father's crime. The first time Ned confided in Catelyn it was about his sister and niece.

"No matter what despite everything, I can not hate my niece. A part of me wants to so much, for being the product of her father, for killing my sister. But I can only find myself regretting how I was not quick enough to save her from being scooped away by Dayne. Now she will live with the man who helped steal away my Sister." 

Catelyn who was holding Robb picked her head up to look him in his eyes and settled his worries with her words.

"I understand, I would always do anything for my kin, even if they had certain circumstances, I find the blood brings bonds. Just as I will always love my Son, or sister, or uncle. You will love your niece."

And with that memory, Ned was taken to sleep.

 

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Hightower's body lies in the dirt with his head now rolling away. Mark Ryswell helped Willam Dustin find his hand while Glover and Cassel helped each other with Howland's mangled body.

"Go, my Lord, we have everything handled down here." Said Theo Wull while he motioned to the tower that peers over them.

"Make sure both bodies are ready, and when I come back be ready to ride, I do not wish to stay in Dorne for more than a few hours." Ordered Ned as he cleaned Ice.

Willam, now with his lost hand looks confused. "My Lord are we not to follow Dayne and Whent?"

"And what then, fight off the two greatest swords in Westeros while we are in enemy lands?" Ned was tired of Willam's overzealous nature, clearly losing a hand did not teach him any lesson. "Our orders were to find Lady Lyanna, my sister, and the King's betrothed. Escort her to the Red Keep. She is in that tower Dustin, not on a 'glorious battlefield.'"

And with that Ned started his journey up the tower. Entering through a gate and ascending the tower's steps he took thought of the late Ser Hightower's final words echoed in his mind. 

"You will only find pain in the truth."

Ned had no thought of what that meant, but regardless it made him quicken his steps up the tower.

When Ned finally reached the top and to an oaken door which no doubt led to his Sister he could hear the mumbling of many hushed voices. Ned opened the door with force and saw his Sister dead a pool of blood below her waist.

"Lya, Lya, No, No, NO." Ned raced to Lyanna's bed shaking her relentlessly. But no matter his efforts, she was dead.

The maids huddled in the corner as Ned stared them down with a murderous gaze. However, a Maester with many a link in his chain stood and had an unreadable expression on his face.

"What happened?" Ned said softly, he never shouted in anger. No Ned was as cool as Ice when angered, only cold calculations.

"Lady Lyanna, sadly passed while giving birth to a healthy babe she named Visenya." Said the Maester cooly, but Ned could see the twitch in his eyes and the shuffle of his hands. Ned could see the fear.

"Where is this Babe?" Ned knew the answer but he needed to hear it. 

"Gone, Ser Dayne and Ser Whent took the Princess. We know not where they went."

Ned focused on the word Princess, the final reality he already knew settling in him. Rhaegar damn you, damn the Targaryens. He felt so happy now at his death at the hands of Robert. But now that was filled by the dread that he still raped his Sister. And he as her brother failed.

Rot and Death should be the Targaryen words, not Fire and Blood, thought Ned. Now broken with his rage gone could do not but cry. Only mumbling, "I am Sorry," even while his men and companions find him over his sister's dead body.

 

Notes:

Welp Ned is sad and super depressed compared to canon. And now he thinks as does Westeros that Lyanna was raped. Will he figure out the truth, I guess we will just have to wait and see.

Next is a Jon Arryn and then a Jon Con, these will be short like this. More to establish characters than advance the story. And after that time skip to Pentos and Balon's absolute stupidity.

As always advice is appreciated, hope you have had a great Summer so far.

Chapter 7: The Griffin I

Notes:

I have came back from the dead, and been given divine instruction to give you a chapter.

As always advice is welcome

Jon Connington sat at his desk in his solar in the Targaryen manse in Braavos. Across the Braavosi cedar desk sat many a document, one in particular caught his eye. A Sun-sealed letter was driving Jon Connington into one of his scheming hour-long seclusions.

This morning the letter from Oberyn Martell came from Myr, where the Golden Company is stationed, on contract for the Eliate of the city. 

While the movements of the Golden Company were important to Connington it was the second part of the letter that was interesting.

"The Golden Company has the heir of House Blackfyre. A boy around his Grace's age. They guard him with a fervor." 

The letter continued to bring one last detail into play.

"They are in contact with Mopatis. They offered a negotiation, but only through Mopatis. I will start my return.

Hail to the Drake King

Oberyn Martell"

The letter's sign-off was what confirmed this, troubling news. The secret sign of loyalists. The Blackfyres are alive, well at least one, and a boy no less.

Theory: The Blackfyres could be a tool

Practice: The Blackfyres are alive

Theory: The Blackfyres are a threat 

Practice: They wish to negotiate 

Probability: Most likely a trap or a delaying tactic.

Our ability to fight Blackfyres: Non-existent.

Course of action: Play their game until we know more 

Connington's thoughts were disturbed by a white dove sitting on the window seal. Jon hoped this was an omen. Or his vengeance would be in jeopardy. 

As the dove flew away the hand in exile returned to his theories.

Theory: The Blackfyres are genuine for peace.

Reality: We need them for the Golden Company.

Theory: They will betray us at negotiations or later after the Baratheons are gone.

Reality: We need the Golden Company.

Connington's thoughts finally ended when the door to the solar swung open and in marched Ser Gunthor Hightower the Master of Laws with a full dinner plate that he set down on his desk.

"Thought I would bring you dinner. It's lamb and red cheese. And no sauce this time, how you eat this dry I do not know."

"Thank you, my friend, read Oberyn's report on the Golden Company," Connington said as he passed the letter to Gunthor while sampling the cheese. 

Gunthor read the first half without a change in his easy expression and then the.

"Shit, well we're fucked."

"Not yet, if you read the end they want to negotiate," Connington replied coolly.

"Means nothing, probably a trick."

"It probably is but we need them for their army and they need us for our contacts to Westeros." Explained Connington. "For now we need each other. Best we begin influencing this Blackfyre pretender, he is still a boy and thus if we gain a good position we may be able to mold this boy into a more loyal partner." 

"Bold, but I guess I should have expected you to play ten steps ahead. I assume this will be the agenda of tomorrow's meeting."

"Yes, but I will tell you my plan going forward, you, me, and Martell will travel to Pentos and negotiate with the Golden Company. Our main goal is for them to bow to Aegon and join our strength. We give them Princess Daenerys. If we a lucky by the time Aegon and this Pretender are eight they will be raised alongside one another and grow a friendship."

"Well quite a plan, I could only see Velaryon opposing, but he likes to disagree on anything that is not one of his propositions."

"Yes, but he does not see that if we are to gain our revenge then we must take gambles." 

 

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"We do not win wars by sitting idle Velaryon!" Connington was finished with this fool, how could he not see that they need the Golden Company, they will need a spear to pierce the armor of the Baratheons.

"It is foolish to trust these traitors, these bastards! Their betrayal is not a matter of if but when!" Shouted Daeron Velaryon keeping to his stubbornness. The table rattles as his fist pounds it.

Arthur finally intervened "We Have No Choice. We do not have the men or allies to get a foothold in Westeros. Dorne is mighty but their army is ill-suited in a fight that is not in Dorne." 

"Thank you, Ser Arthur. With the Golden Company, we gain one of the best armies in the world, and if we gain the public allegiance of the Blackfyres then we may sway houses such as Royce, Peake, Yornwood, and numerous River houses." Finalized Connington. "Now all in favor of proceeding with diplomacy with the Blackfyres?" 

All of the council's hands were raised including Hightower, Celtigar, and Darry. Velaryon seeing he was outvoted slowly raised his hand along with Dayne.

"Good, we will set out on the morrow, Gunthor pen a letter to Oberyn in Pentos tell him to await us. Pen a letter to Mopatis as well, tell him we wish to make a deal with the Blackfyres." Ordered Connington. By the Father, he was so tired, but revenge requires patience and action. Soon he and Rhaegar will have their revenge.

 

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Toyne was an interesting man, he looked strong but tired, smart but desperate.

Theory: He wants something from us.

Reality: He needs us.

They are sitting at a long table each side of the negotiations occupying a different side. To Connington's Right sat Gunthor Hightower and to his left sat Oberyn Martell. Toyne on the other hand was flanked on his right by a Strickland and on his left the last survivor of the house Strong through a recognized Bastard line. Mopatis sat at the head of the table as a mediator.

Theory: Mopatis hid the Blackfyre from us to gain something.

Reality: He wants something and can control these negotiations.

Reality: He gave us Eggs and the sword  Blackfyre.

Theory: He wants a peaceful outcome to these talks.

Conclusion: Leverage that fact to get him on side, while exploiting the Blackfyre loyalists' desire to return to Westeros.

"So my friends I would like to welcome you to my humble solar in my manse so that we can put old grievances to rest, a noble cause no." Started Magister Illyrio with a chuckle in his voice.

"Yes let us start. I will give you our wants very clearly. We know we can't take Westeros alone, we learned that in the Stepstones under Maelys. We will put aside the Blackfyre claim, a lordship of importance for Daemon Blackfyre, and our old keeps returned to us, Strong here will want an official legitimization, he will accept Whent overlordship of Harrenhall but wants Strong Keep back." Toyne gruffed out like an old soldier with a foot in the grave. 

Connigton was internally elated but cautious this could just be a ploy to buy time.

Theory: He is lying and taking advantage of us.

Reality: He is asking for a lot less than I was going to give.

Conclusion: We could push him for more and ensure loyalty.

"I can agree to all your requests, they are all more than reasonable. However, I wish to ensure that old grudges are put aside by the heads of the Dragon. We will give the hand of Daenerys to Daemon Blackfyre. Daemon Blackfyre will abandon his claim to the throne and swear fealty to Aegon VI, blessed be his name, and pledge all those who supported his line in the past to the reclamation of his rightful throne." Asked Toyne, he could see his sadness, perhaps as being the man to abandon Aegor's dream but he resolved himself.

"I agree to these terms. And so does Daemon Blackfyre."

"Good and now to ensure the peace I propose that Daemon Blackfyre moves to Braavos to be a companion to his grace Aegon VI." Said Connington, now time to see his reaction.

"Now hold on-." Toyne was suddenly interrupted by Mopatis.

"I think that is more reasonable. And a gracious gift and way to show House Blackfyre's loyalty, no." Mopatis held Toyne's stair as he grumbled.

Theory: Mopatis holds power or influence over the Golden Company.

Reality: Mopatis is dangerous.

Conclusion: Find out more about this man.

"Then I guess we are all in agreement, we will take this Daemon Blackfyre to Braavos on the Morrow." Said Connington, oh are all the pieces falling into place.

"We will prepare him for his journey." Said Toyne before leaving the chamber, his enterage and Mopatis following behind.

"Ah victory." Said Oberyn.

"No mearly taking pieces off the board." Said Connington.

Notes:

Blackfyre and Targaryen team up, best thing since Vegeta and Goku. Any ways next is Jon Arryn and Barristan, I'll lump them together but they will be in diffrent places in the story.

All hail the Drake King

Advice is appreciated

Chapter 8: The Falcon I

Summary:

Jon Arryn has not seen such bullshit before

Notes:

Im back again with the long promised Arryn chapter

As always advice is welcome

Jon Arryn was old, too old for any of this. At his desk in the Tower of the Hand were endless stacks of papers and reports. Funds requests for a new Navy from Stannis here, from Lord Piper a request for an amendment to the Criminal Code, and a stack of complaints from Reach Lords over only which the Father knows. Gods he needs to get Robert to sit down for just one day to just well, govern. 

Jon already has heard the rumors at court, who will sit on the Iron Throne when he is on his diplomatic trip to Dorne, not Robert that's for sure. Jon is in a trap of his own making and he can do nothing but hate himself for it.

Maybe if he were more forceful with Robert in his youth then this would not be a problem. Maybe if he cracked down on his drinking then the realm would not have a drunk sellsword as a King. 

Gods Jon needed a drink.

In brighter news, Pycelle had confirmed to Jon that little Lyonel will survive a fever that nearly took him.

This is a conflicting moment for Jon as his own wife Lysa gave birth to a stillborn boy. But even still despite his own grief Jon was happy for Robert and grateful that the succession of the Realm is secure.

On the matter of the boy, Jon is pleased, especially with the boy's appearance. He has the emerald eyes of his mother but the black hair of his father. Jon hopes he grows more into a man of the stature of his father, for only the Gods know of the challenges the boy will face during his reign.

A knock on the door startled Jon but he quickly settled his self.

"Lord Petyr Baelish to see you, my Lord." Said the captain of Jon's guard Ser Ecelbert.

"Yes send him in."

As the door opened Jon saw Lord Baelish and made his measure of him. He was a tall though slender man with a forked beard just growing in and a scar running down to his neck. But most of all where his eyes, to Jon they seemed cold and calculated, just the man Jon needs at this moment.

Lord Baelish drops into a deep bow and greets Jon.

"My Lord Hand, of what purpose do you have for me a humble Lord of the Vale?" Said Lord Baelish.

"I wish to offer congratulations Lord Baelish please sit with me. By the fire, if you may."

Jon got up and they both sat down near the fireplace as a servant came in with bottles of wine.

"Arbor or Dornish my Lord?" Jon asked.

"Arbor, I have a feeling you want to offer more congratulations for the management of Gulltown's reconstruction." 

The servants poured two glasses of Arbor gold and quickly left the room only then did Jon speak.

"You are correct I have summoned you for more congratulations, I commend you for Gulltown's reconstruction. The project itself will already pay itself back through port dues alone by the end of next year." Said Jon.

"Well my Lord, the whole project was vastly mismanaged, Lord Redfort did not, shall we say, have the Smith's grace. I suspect I saved at least 300,000 gold dragons that can be reinvested elsewhere." Said Lord Baelish calmly.

"Which takes me to the point of our meeting. Do you know how much money his grace has spent on the tourney for the birth of Prince Lyonel?" Asked Jon.

"No, though I imagine it is an absurd amount considering how grand the event was." Replied Baelish.

"1,000,000 Gold Dragons." Said Jon flatly. "The Crown's yearly revenue for 284 was 863,000 Gold Dragons, half of which has been used to rebuild King's Landing alone. The rest was put to other expenses of the court. Of course, since it has only been a single year since the Rebellion ended our income will be larger in later years, especially if the meeting with the Dornish next year goes well." 

"This still puts the crown in at minimum a few hundred thousand Gold Dragons' worth of debt."

"In total, we owe as of now 3,123,000 Gold Dragons. We will later take on House Targaryen's debt as well after Lord Manderly finishes his negotiations with the Iron Bank and Braavos. We will take the debt and in turn, they will stop harboring House Targaryen." Jon said.

"Either way the debt increases, we need to curb spending, at least until revenue returns to pre-Rebellion levels. Plus possible investment schemes and other infrastructure programs to increase revenue." Said Petyr

"All these ideas are why I am naming you to the small council, his grace needs a Master of Coin that can as his grace puts 'count coppers.'" Said Lord Arryn "Whenever I put your money comes out of nowhere and right now we need money, Baelish do you accept this burden?"

"With my most humble wit and charm my Lord. I can say our money problems will vanish quicker than whores in a Sept." Said Lord Baelish as he stood up.

"Then good get some sleep, small council meetings are at first light and and sunset after supper I expect a full report on ways to increase revenue by tomorrow evening." Said Lord Arryn.

"Thank you my Lord I bid you good night." Said Lord Baelish as he exited Jon's solar.

Jon prayed Littlefinger could solve this problem, after all Jon is getting reports from Lord Varys of Dragons Black and Red sitting with bread and salt in Pentos. War will come again and House Baratheon must have the resources needed to fund it's armies. 

Jon hopes Lord Baelish will be the key to victory.

 

Notes:

Poor Jon you don't know what you did

And yes I know Petyr wasn't named to the Small Council till post Greyjoy rebellion but it's my party and I can cry if I want to, plus I need him to be in the Capitol longer

I know I promised a time skip but I want at least a Jaime, Aegon, and Barristan chapter. Then we will time skip.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of The Heirs of the Dragon