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lightwalnut64: The point of Jon in Essos is him building an army to sail for Westeros. No, Jon would never fight against his birth mother and father. But everyone around him believes he is a Blackfyre who wants the Iron Throne. He is playing them to get the army he needs to stop the White Walkers from getting south of the Wall and laying waste to the Seven Kingdoms. That was Bran's plan when he forced Jon's mind into the Jaehaerys body because he knew what Jon would do.

Why? Because Bran knows everything.

P.S. Yes, I know that is not how the Three-eyed raven's powers work but this is fanfiction.

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Jaime Lannister

"That stunted fool! What does he think he is doing marrying a whore? He's a Lannister. The lowest of us, but he holds my name and he would sully it by taking a whore as his wife!"

"Tyrion you idiot." Jaime thought as his father raged around his chambers.

He had never seen their father so angry. Tywin Lannister was cold and calculating, never showing anything other than a blank face or an angry glare when disobeyed. Now he was red-faced and shouting. It was worrying, to say the least.

Jaime could guess what his father would do on occasion. Having been raised by the man he knew him better than anyone else but as the Lord of Casterly Rock raged, the heir didn't have a clue as to what was coming next. And that was not good.

Not for him. His father's ire was aimed at the second son of House Lannister. Not the first. But he loved his brother, and Tysha was a good girl. She didn't care that Tyrion was a dwarf half her size. She loved him and that was what was important.

"At least one Lannister will marry out of love." He thought angrily. Cersei was in the Stormlands married to a whoring drunk and he would be ordered to marry whoever his father chose.

At least Tyrion would be happy. Or as happy as his brother could be while their father was still alive.

"Jaime!"

"Yes, father?"

Tywin was no longer red in the face and if he wasn't mistaken there was the beginnings of a smirk on his fathers face.

"If Tyrion wants to marry a whore he can face the consequences."

"She's a crofters daughter, father. Not a whore. And she's hardly a threat. What Lord would let their daughter marry a dwarf anyway." It was a terrible thing to say about his brother but Tyrion had never shied from the truth about his condition. And the truth was he was stunted. Half the size of a normal man.

"Maybe not, but she will be." Tywin glared at his heir. "Go to your brother's cottage on the coast. I'm sure you know where it's at. Bring that whore back here when he is gone and take her to guard's barracks. She'll get a silver for each guard that takes her and gold for every Lannister. Let's see how much your brother loves his wife when he discovers she's just a whore I paid to pretend to love him."

Jaime stared at his father. "What the fuck."

"She's not going to fuck anyone that isn't Tyrion, father. She really does love him."

"I don't care that she loves him. And neither will the guards. They will follow their orders." Tywin sat at his desk and ended the conversation. "Now go."

Tyrion Lannister

"Ahh!"

Pushing his wife behind him Tyrion stood as tall he could dagger in hand as his brother slaughtered four Lannister men. The men tried to fight back, they really did but it wasn't a fight. Even with the numbers on their side they couldn't do anything but die as his brother set upon them with his sword.

It was over in seconds. The guards, Tyrion didn't even know their names so they couldn't have been that good, fell one after another. Two with their throats cut and two with holes in their chest bleeding blood onto his floor. In front of his wife who was in tears and shaking terribly.

"Jaime, what in the seven hell's was that?" He asked as calmly as he could.

"Father found out you married a peasant and set me and the boys here to bring her to Casterly Rock," Jaime answered swiftly as he cut a piece of cloth from the dead guards and used it to wipe the blood from his sword.

"And you killed them because?"

Jaime looked at his wife and shook his head. Not in front of her.

Tyrion nodded and turned around taking Tysha's hand in his. "Tysha, go to our chambers. Pack what you can."

Tysha gods bless her sucked in a shaky breath and tried to smile before fleeing the room.

As his wife vanished farther into the cottage out of sight the dwarf turned on his brother.

"Answer me now, brother. What is going on?"

"Father discovered you married a peasant. He was furious as you expected him to be. More-so even. He ordered me to come here and collect Tysha. He wanted me to her to the guard barracks in Casterly Rock. His plan was to make you believe she was a whore he paid to pretend to love you by letting all the guards fuck her. Against her will or not."

"And you didn't try to talk him out of it?" Tyrion asked his mismatched eyes going to the bodies on the floor. "That might have worked better than killing the guards sent with you. What are we supposed to say happened? Where is Tysha supposed to go?

She couldn't stay in the Westerlands. Not with his father trying to have her raped.

"There is a merchant ship waiting at the harbor in Feastfires. I've booked passage for us across the Narrow Sea. It's already stocked and I've put enough gold on it to last us two lifetimes." Jaime smirked. "Fathers insistence on waiting until you were gone from the house gave me the time I needed to get everything ready. And after waiting for days in the woods the boys here were getting antsy."

"So you tricked them into coming while I was here and then slaughtered them?" Tyrion was glad they were dead. The four men on the ground were guards of Casterly Rock. They would have four of the many to violate his wife.

Glaring at the corpses he spat on the ground next to them. "Cunts."

Elia Martell

"Lyanna, you see it as well, do you not?"

Safely in her chambers, away from the little birds that listened to every word spoken in the Red Keep, Elia watched as her son Aegon and Lyanna's Jaehareys played together on the floor. They were good boys. Always laughing and willing to include Rhaenys and Daenerys even though they were girls. She herself had always wanted more children and the knowledge that she would never give bring another life into this world hurt. But Jaehaerys and Daenerys were hers as much as they were their mothers. Just as Aegon and Rhaenys were Lyanna's and Rhaealla's.

The only child of House Targaryen missing was Viserys. Who despite the love she and Lyanna showered the other children with wanted no part in playing 'happy family' as he called it.

"I do," Lyanna muttered softly beside her. "But he hasn't done anything but resent us. That's not a crime."

Elia nodded but Lyanna's words did little to assure her of her worries. Viserys proclaimed to anyone that would listen that he was one of the last dragons. That he wouldn't marry any other but Daenerys, his sister. She and Lyanna both knew Rhaegar would never let that happen. The practice of marrying brother and sister ended with his father and mother.

Daenerys would marry outside the family as would, Rhaenys, Aegon, and Jaehaerys. To who she didn't know. It was still to soon to think about such things. Her babies were still babies. Marriage for them was many years away.

But that was what had her and Lyanna worried. Would their kids grow up to believe the same as Viserys? That they should marry each other? Jaehaerys and Rhaenys? Aegon and Daenerys? Or the other way around? Jaehareys with Daenerys and Aegon with Rhaenys?

No, she and Lyanna would never let that happen. between the two of them, none of their children would grow to believe incest was their future. But Viserys?

Viserys would always be the outlier. Born and raised under the mad king he believed in the Targaryen customs and would not listen to reason. Not from his mother, her, Lyanna or even the King himself. The boy firmly believed that he would marry Daenerys and no one would stop him.

"There is nothing we can do, Elia. Rhaegar as already named him heir to Dragonstone." Elia thought. It was seen as kind of him to give his brother the island instead of Jaehaerys, his second born son.

Viserys Targaryen

"I am the dragon. The Iron Throne is mine by right by blood." Viserys whispered the words that had become his mantra. His brother Rhaegar was a fool to try and name his half-breed the heir to the Iron Throne.

As if he would allow the Targaryen dynasty to fall so low.

"That idiots spawn aren't Targaryen." Neither was the boy that whore northern girl had pushed out.

He was the dragon. He was the rightful heir to the Iron. And he would kill anyone standing in his way.

"I am the dragon. The Iron Throne is mine by right of blood."

"My lord?" Swift knocking broke the silence of his chambers and Viserys snarled.

Who dared to interrupt the dragon?

"What?"

"We've arrived, my lord."

"Of course we have. The journey was supposed to be four days. We've been sailing for four days." Viserys glared at the closed door. He wouldn't open it. They didn't have the right to see the lair of the dragon.

No lion did.

"Tell me when we have docked."

"We have docked, my lord. Lord Tywin is waiting for you."

"Then why didn't you tell me we were nearing the harbor." Stomping towards the door Viserys ripped it open and backhanded the captain before the man even knew what was happening.
"Do you want to wake the dragon! Do you!"

"No, he doesn't." A voice withered by age said and Viserys turned to shout at the man who had interrupted him.

He was the dragon. No one had the right to talk without his permission.

But he closed it when he saw who it was that had spoken.

"Lord Tywin." He greeted cordially pushing his rage at being interrupted down.

"Lord Viserys." Tywin nodded back but didn't kneel and Viserys grit his teeth.

"I am the rightful heir to the Iron Throne. He should be on the knees begging to fight for me." Viserys would have burned the ingrate alive right then and there but he needed the Westerlands. Needed its gold and the Lannister army if he was going to take the Iron Throne from the half-breeds.

"We have much to discuss, my lord. Come." Tywin turned and walked back out of the cabin of the ship leaving Viserys to gawk at his back. Stunned by the audacity of the man for giving him orders.

A lion did not order the dragon.

"When I am named king, he'll burn for that." He didn't care if the Lannister put him on the Iron Throne.

The good deeds didn't wipe out the bad. And ordering the dragon was a transgression that could not be overlooked.

This chapter and the next will be interludes. Chapters focusing on a few characters to show a little of what happened during the years I didn't write so after the time skip no ones confused. I'll have flashbacks as well to fill in the gaps so only this chapter and maybe the next will be the interlude.

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