4th Month of 300 A.C. Winterfell

Lord Robb Stark

They had ridden into Winterfell like kings and queens, they were kings and queens within the north, it had taken him a lot to realise that, and he cherished it, he would not seek a crown, not when he could rule in all but name here as a king. Winterfell was in ruins somewhat, but with the gold the king had given him, and with the trade deals being agreed, they would soon see it rebuilt. Ramsay Snow was dead, his army destroyed, the Ryswells had once more showed their loyalty and the Karstarks of Arnolf Karstark's line were now all rotting as heads on spikes. Jon and Bran had come with an army as well and now they were truly reuniting.

Robb looks at his brother and smiles. "I see you're still wearing black then brother. The Watch not tell you that black does not suit you?"

His brother laughs. "Ah, but you see Stark it does. At least for now. I intend to see to the lands north of here, with your permission of course."

Robb nods. "Aye, see to it in time. But for now, let us enjoy this reunion of our family. Tell me how did you arrive at the mountains?"

Jon looks somewhat abashed then, and Robb wonders at that. "I was pushed from the wall as it were. Told that my services were not needed anymore, or they were to detrimental to the watch. That I would be better served coming back to my home."

Robb merely looks at his brother. "And you ended up in the mountains how?"

"Well, there was this figure who kept appearing, poking me further and further south from the wall, until I ended up within the mountains and that is where I found Bran and his companions." Jon replies.

Robb's attention is grabbed by this. "The Reed boy and girl, correct?" His brother nods. "And what state were they in?"

They both look at their younger brother, who is laughing at something Arya is saying. The Reed girl stands by his side, a grim look on her face. "Bad, they looked half starved, and Jojen Reed looked as if he was going to commit murder."

Robb sighs. "That is not good, not good at all. Howland will want to know."

"I still don't fully understand why they came here and did not send men south with you. Did you ever meet Howland Reed?" Jon asks.

Robb nods. "I did, I co-ordinated a lot of what happened in the north with him, Wyman and Galbart, the Ryswells were opportunistic at best, but we need them to hold the Rills and to keep the Ryders in check."

"What of Barbrey Dustin? What will you do with her? She was going to support Bolton had he not died during the wedding?" Jon asks.

"She will remain in Barrowton, though in time I might well see to it that you are given that land and income. The Dreadfort is to be torn down. There is no place for such a damnation within the north." Robb says.

They both look around as they see Rickon giggling when mother tickles him. Robb smiles, and Jon looks somewhat sad. "I learned who my mother was when I was in the mountains." Jon says.

Robb keeps his face expressionless, he has known this truth for some time, but decides against speaking for a time, before saying. "Oh? And who was she?"

"Your aunt, my mother was Lord Eddard's sister, Lady Lyanna." Jon says solemnly.

Robb looks at his brother then, and sees his torn expression. "And your father was Rhaegar Targaryen?" he questions.

"Yes. My mother and father ran away together and caused all kinds of trouble because of it." Jon replies.

Robb looks at his brother and asks. "And what do you make of all of that? You finally know who your mother is. Are you happy with that knowledge?"

His brother sighs. "For the longest time, I wanted to know who my mother was, I always wanted to know. And now I know, and well, I kind of wish I did not know. I would rather be a motherless bastard, whose father was Eddard Stark, than be some stupid dragon. I did not know either of my true parents, and they did not know me. I'd rather not know them."

"Then do not worry. You will always be my brother." Robb replies, he pauses and then looks at their siblings. "You will always be our brother. Jon, you are a Stark, we share the same blood, do not forget that ever." He pulls out a piece of paper that the king signed before he left King's Landing, and hands it to Jon.

His brother takes the paper and then asks. "What is this?"

"A decree legitimising you as a Stark. King Tommen signed it before I left King's Landing. From now on you are Jon Stark, and you are my brother in everything now." Robb replies.

His brother looks at him speechless and then he whispers. "Does your mother know?"

"Yes and she does not care. This war changed us all. We are a family again for the first time in two years. Sansa is the Queen now, we have a lot of power within the realm, and I will need you by my side to help heal the north." Robb says.

His brother nods. "I should have been by your side from the beginning, going to the Wall was one to most ridiculous decisions I ever made."

Robb clasps his brother on the shoulder and replies. "We all make mistakes. We are alive now, and we can learn from our mistakes and make sure they never happen again. That is what we must do now, the north cannot suffer from our follies and our father's follies."

"I will stand by you brother. Forever and always." his brother responds.

Robb looks at his brother and says. "Forever and always."

5th Month of 300 A.C. King's Landing

King Tommen I Baratheon

The world was coming back to some semblance of stability, his mother was to be wed to Willas Tyrell soon enough, and in that way they would ensure the security over the reach, for Tommen did not intend for the man to live long past siring a child on his mother. Margaery Tyrell would remain here in King's Landing until Stark decided that he wanted her for his bride, and right now, well Tommen listened with good intention as his uncle spoke of the goings on in the kingdom.

"The Starks are secure in Winterfell once more Your Grace. Robb Stark managed to slay Stannis Baratheon and destroyed his host as well as beating and slaying Ramsay Snow. Stark has also begun repairing Winterfell, and has also ordered the demolition of the Dreadfort." Ser Kevan says.

"Good, very good. And he has given the word of his brother's legitimisation?" Tommen asks.

"Yes Your Grace, it has been received well within the north, and it seems that the northmen are finally beginning to heal despite the winter snows that lie on the ground." Ser Kevan says.

"Good. Now tell me, what word has there been from the Stormlands? Has Tyrell managed to defeat the pretender?" Tommen asks.

His uncle looks down at the letters before him and nods. "He has indeed Your Grace. It appears that there was a battle outside Griffin's Roost, and Tyrell and his forces managed to sufficiently rout and destroy the pretender's forces. The pretender himself was killed during the fighting and his head is now mounted atop a spike in Storm's End."

Tommen nods. "That is excellent news. And now with the Stormlands somewhat secure, we can begin truly focusing on what things need to be done regarding the menace that is coming toward us." he pauses a moment and then continues. "I have spoken with Prince Oberyn and his nephew Prince Quentyn, and though some of their revelations are treasonous, I am willing to overlook them, for the information they have provided. Prince Oberyn if you could."

The Dornish prince nods. "Thank you Your Grace. Now, Daenaerys Targaryen is coming here with a fleet and her dragon. From what we know, she has only the one, the plan myself and my nephew implemented worked and she lost two of her dragons on the way here. The fleet she has is not enough to combat both the Redwyne fleet and some of royal fleet. However, her dragon if given enough time will cause a lot of chaos, therefore, I have sent word to my brother and he has given the command for ships from Dorne to come."

"And can those ships be trusted?" Pycelle asks. "I mean no offense, but given the recent revelations, you can understand why some here might be sceptical."

The prince merely snorts. "The commander of the Dornish fleet owes no loyalty to the dragons, indeed he despises them. And so yes they can be trusted. And considering our ships have scorpions on them that alongside the weapons on the Redwyne fleet should be enough. One must only kill the rider to send the dragon away fleeing into the darkness."

"And if one wants to bring down the dragon and the rider both?" Tommen asks. "A dragon without a rider, can itself cause a fair bit of damage. I would rather not lose more men than I have to. The time has come for this damned threat to be gone once and for all."

The prince nods. "That is understandable Your Grace. What happened with Queen Rhaenys, the wife of the conqueror was a rare thing, but if one can draw the dragon close enough to water, there will be power enough to bring them down rider and dragon. From what we know that dragon is big, but it is not experienced, enrage it, and it will do something rash."

Tommen considers this and then says. "Very well, word will be sent to Lord Paxter, and of course I do want your Dornish captains to inform him of this as well. It is time that we ended this threat once and for all." Tommen pauses a moment and then says. "What word has there been from Lord Tyrion, has he heard anything more from those merchants who have returned from the west?"

His uncle nods. "It seems that they are looking for permission for a full expedition into the westward lands Your Grace. Lord Tyrion seems convinced that there is something out there worth exploring and perhaps people who can be used for good here as well for the rebuilding of the economy."

Tommen considers this for a moment and then says. "Very well, send a raven to Lord Tyrion and tell him to bring these merchants with him when he returns to King's Landing. Now if there is nothing more, the meeting is at an end." Tommen stands and merely nods at his council members, accompanied by the Kingsguard he walks back to his rooms and there he sees Sansa sitting at her dressing table, he smiles at her and comes to stand behind her. His hands immediately go to her belly, which is beginning to swell. He kisses the nape of her neck. "And how are you my love?"

Sansa hums then. "I am well my love. And you? How did the council meeting go?"

He kisses his way up her neck, and in between kisses speaks. "It went well, we might well have found more land beyond the sunset sea, land which can be brought under our control, ready to conquer. And we now know how to bring down the dragon whore."

"That is interesting, and I do wish you wouldn't call her a whore. Bitch more preferable yes, but not whore. That is an insult to whores." Sansa says breathily.

Tommen laughs then. "Oh my love, I do think the babe is making you feisty, very feisty. I like that, I like that a lot."

His wife turns round then, a hunger in her eyes. "Well, let us see how much you do like it."

Sixth Month of 300 A.C. Summer Sea

Lord Paxter Redwyne

Fire burned in the air, but it made no difference, Paxter laughed as wind and rain dampened dragon flame. He thanked the gods for that, and barked out more commands, he watched as the Ironborn before him were crushed into near oblivion, and with his armour on he began commanding his own ship toward ensuring that the Ironborn were completely annihilated. He knew what needed to be done, he just needed to tempt the whore in the sky toward her doom, and that would be that. Gods be good he wanted this to be over and done with, he was too old for this now, but on he went.

The ships crash into one another, and the waves are pounding against the ships, Paxter draws his weapons forth and barks commands, one after the other the Ironborn come streaming toward him and his men and they are cut down, he laughs as this happens, laughing all the while, making sure that none know the way out or the plan that is being concocted and nearly put into action. The Ironborn are fighting without a clear plan and that that is their downfall, Paxter's weapons are bloodied, but there is a hunger inside him for bigger fish. The Ironborn are losing ground, they are decimated, and Paxter knows that sooner or later the whore in the sky will need to come down to face fire.

The whore comes down to breathe fire and arrows and spears and all kinds of things are fired at her, they bounce off of her dragon, but some hit her, she is bleeding, Paxter can tell by the way she is slumping down in her saddle. The squids are faltering now, they do not have the numbers to overwhelm Paxter's forces, and that is something he pushes. The squids come falling down, drowning in their armour, the savages from the east are brought low, cut down and destroyed. Paxter bellows more commands and just as the whore comes down from the sky once more, the scorpions are loosed, some miss but the rest hit their mark, and when they do, the bitch and her dragon release a fierce howl, something that makes Paxter and his men cheer with approval. And when the bitch and her dragon come tumbling down into the sea, they roar and Paxter orders the slaughter of the Ironborn.

The next bit of fighting is a rout, the Ironborn are broken, they have nothing, absolutely nothing left, and yet they still fight. The fools that they are, they refuse to admit when they are broken, even when the bodies of the bitch and her dragon come floating to the surface they continue fighting. And as such, Paxter has no hesitation in seeing them massacred, he has them broken down, every part of them, they are slaughtered, killed and butchered, down to the last man, woman and child. When the fog clears and there are none of the squids or the savages left, then he raises the king's banner and the celebrations begin.

8th Month of 300 A.C. Winterfell

Queen Sansa Baratheon

The war was over, Daenaerys Targaryen was dead, and her body rotting deep in the Summer Sea, and the realm was at peace once more. Sansa felt deeply relieved about that as she felt her stomach, she knew her and Tommen's child would be born in a time of peace. Her husband and love was speaking with her brother, Robb, who had just gotten married, not to Margaery Tyrell as Sansa had hoped, but to Wynafryd Manderly, the daughter of Lord Wyman Manderly. She knew her husband was somewhat disappointed, but Sansa was happy with that. Margaery, well she had been married off to Sansa's uncle Edmure after Roslin had died from a fever, alongside their child. But for now, Sansa was happy to be in Winterfell with those she loved.

She looks at her mother then and asks. "How are you feeling mother?"

Her mother takes a moment to respond but when she does her voice is strong. "I am well sweetling I am well. It has taken some time to get used to, but I do feel that things are beginning to look up for us all now. You are happy?"

"Very much so, Tommen is lovely, and he is kind and caring, and I do think he has the makings of a great king. The kingdoms are at peace, and some of the scourge of the court has been removed. Cersei has gone to marry Willas Tyrell, and I know she won't come back." Sansa responds.

Her mother nods and then says. "I am sorry that I could not come and see you before this sweetling. But your siblings needed me. And I am so very sorry that I did not try harder to get you from King's Landing before."

Sansa takes her mother's hand then and says. "I am quite glad that you did not mother. If you had, I would not have gotten to know Tommen the way I do now, and I would never have become the person I am now. The girl I was, was not suited to anything, the woman I am now, I hope is. I hope to be a good wife, and a good queen to Tommen. And I hope to be a good mother."

Her mother smiles then. "I am sure you will Sansa sweetling. Do you have any thoughts on names for the child?"

Sansa considers for a moment and then says. "If it is a girl we are naming her Myrcella after Tommen's sister, and if it is a boy, Eddard after father."

She looks at her mother then, and sees tears in her eyes. "Two lovely names sweetling. I am sure all will be well for you."

"I know it will be mother, for we are wolves, and wolves survive winter. The pack is reunited, we are strong now." Sansa says.

It is then that the call goes up for the bedding, and Sansa smiles slightly at her mother, as they watch Robb and Wynafryd both hoisted up into the air, and carted off to the room where they will consummate their marriage. Sansa sighs softly then, all is well with the world. And she hopes it will remain that way, but she is not naïve enough to believe it will.