299 AC

Myr

It was late at night, men and women were slumbering in the brothels after hours of entertainment and feasting on flesh. Of the many inhabitants in the pleasure district, it was the three Dornish women that were noticed the most. Their men were rowdy, vulgar, and rude. It was not a secret that they were in the city looking for someone.

If the bastard women of Dorne had been a little smarter and more secretive perhaps they would have noticed how the slave girls snuck out of the beds they were sharing with the Brave Companions and opened the locked doors allowing Unsullied soldiers in.

In the darkness of a single night, a thousand men were slaughtered in their sleep as they lay unsuspectingly.

Obara, Tyene and Nymeria were woken up with an uncomfortable jolt, swords, and spears at their necks, bound by rope and carried off into the streets of Myr.

One man survived, the kind who never died, like a cockroach he slunk off into the closest alleyway content with his life.

King's Landing

As Jaime watched the fire burn, he couldn't help but reflect on his life and what it could have been if not for his infatuation with Cersei.

He would never have joined the Kingsguard, he would still be heir to Casterly Rock, free to make his own decisions and make his father proud. Tyrion would have it easier and perhaps the two of them could have gone to Essos together. He hadn't told Cersei yet, but he had talked to Robert and the man had agreed to free him from the Kingsguard once the year was up. As soon as the King returned, he would have his life back and his sister would be furious and try to persuade him, but Jaime planned to already be riding for Casterly Rock by the time she found out.

With Flea bottom burning and the twenty thousand inhabitants that hadn't fled on their way to the North most of the crime would disappear, at least for a while. He would reassure his father and then set off for Essos to join his brother.

Fuck the Seven Kingdoms for a while, he had a life to live.

Lord Beric Dondarrion shouted his orders as he maintained a calm facade. The fire was unlikely to spread as they had torn down the houses connecting Flea bottom to the rest of the city and the wind was weak.

Personally, the Commander of the City watch thought that they should have conscripted the members of Flea Bottom to help rebuild and make drains. That was the one thing the Queen insisted on. Drains were a must, and everyone agreed. The City could not be allowed to smell like shit.

Lord Stannis watched Jaime closely, he knew from Robert that the man was leaving Kings Landing and wasn't sure what to do. He needed the man to admit that Joffrey and Tommen were his children before he left, which meant he would have to plan for the very moment Robert returned. He had managed to convince his brother to leave the Lannister twin behind. Stannis would have him arrested just before Robert returned.

Storm's End

Robert heaved and huffed as he dragged the tree trunk across the yard. His fat was gone, a warrior's body remained. His instincts were renewed after daily spars with Ser Barristan and Ser Balon. Ser Boros was no longer with them. As a Kingsguard, his career had come to an end. Ser Balon had killed him after challenging him for his place in the prestigious order. Robert could now don his armour as if it was light silk.

That very afternoon he planned to go out bandit killing, a new favourite sport of his. He would stay at his ancestral home for a while longer, to enjoy the peace and quiet. Maybe he could father another bastard or two. Perhaps he could chat with the one he already had, Edric who was being fostered by Renly.

Myr

Daenerys awoke in a luxurious bed, confused and failing to remember how she got there. She was suddenly reminded of her child and looked around frantically, Rhaego was missing!

"He is safe, for now." Came a calm voice with a slight northern accent.

"Jon Snow!" She spat at him as if his very name was an insult.

"Daenerys the Beggar Queen. Not much of a queen anymore either. What do you have left? Your husband and his Khalasar are dead, your titles mean nothing, and I have your son." Jon replied with a grin.

"I'll burn you alive if you don't give me back my son!" She threatened.

Jon burst out laughing, it was such a pathetic threat he didn't even need to give it thought.

"You belong to me now Daenerys. So does your son. I'll raise him well; he'll live a normal life never knowing what terrible parents he had." Jon told her.

"I'll fucking murder you in your sleep if you try anything with me." She screamed.

"Perhaps you would, but I have your son, although to tell you the truth I don't think I will be joining you in bed. You whine and scream too much." Jon said referencing how loud she was when she slept with Drogo.

Daenerys lept out of the bed fingers aimed for his eyes when he caught both wrists and threw her back onto the bed.

"I suggest you don't try that again unless you don't care about your child. I wonder what I'll call him. Nothing Targaryen. Nor Dothraki. Lysandro perhaps, after an old friend." Jon mused.

"His name is Rhaego! and don't you dare fucking change it." Daenerys shouted sounding more and more childish by the second.

Ignoring her Jon turned around and opened the door to her room,

"I suggest you be more obedient and polite for your sake as well as your son's. I'll be gone for a while, if you try to escape, I'll give you a taste of what your father was like," he warned before pulling the door shut behind him and motioning for the Unsullied to guard the door.

He knew it was hypocritical keeping a slave when he hated slavery but there was always an exception to every rule. Daenerys annoyed him immensely and he wanted her to understand his pain. He would keep his word and have her child raised well by a rich merchant family in Myr. He had already requested something of Magister Baerley for Daenerys and would come back to see the results in a few months' time.

He was almost tempted to re-enact what had happened in the throne room in Kings Landing, have her put in a noose which she would struggle against as she tried to save her son from burning.

Perhaps if she did misbehave.

For now, he had three other bitches to deal with. He was borrowing his patron's manse with Daenerys in one room and his newest prisoners in the dungeon.

"Tyene, Nymeria and Obara I believe. According to your cousin Arianne there was a chance I would find you in Myr. I received her letter a while ago. Apparently, you are quite predictable." Jon laughed as he watched them from outside their cage.

"Bitch." Spat Obara cursing the fact they had ignored Ser Cletus and his companion.

"I have to concur, she does seem the type, but from what I've learnt she's quite attractive. Perhaps I'll take her as my mistress. You as well maybe." Jon joked.

Nymeria looked up with a defeated look in her eyes, she was the smartest out of the three of them.

"What now? Will you execute us? Rape us?" She asked solemnly.

Jon shook his head,

"I think not, perhaps I'll have the chance to sleep with all three of you later but first I plan to return you to your father. I don't need any more enemies after just having to kill an entire Khalasar." Jon inwardly fought the blood rushing down to his lower regions at the thought of sleeping with even one of these women. He needed to lose his virginity before he could feel comfortable making these jokes.

Jon had plans, unresolved grudges, and a desire to return North.

Deepwood Motte

It was a new year and the walls of Deepwood were busy as every able handed boy and man set about restoring and improving the defences of the castle. Lord Robbert Glover had been shown a Wight by a man of the Night's Watch. It had inspired the fear of the gods into him and already resources to help rebuild the wall were being sent northwards. Reassured by all the activity and having met and enjoyed the hospitality of the Glover Lord Robb and his retinue were setting off towards Torren's Square to continue his tour of the North and all that it held.

Robb planned to except challenges in duels at every fort and castle he visited to try and broaden his horizons.

King's Landing

Cersei was sure of it; Stannis knew about her and Jaime. Her beautiful children were in danger. Robert would kill all of them without hesitation if her proud lion's heritage came to light. Stannis had to die, better yet Robert and Stannis would die. She would have Lancel poison her husband's cup and when Joffrey was crowned, he could have Stannis executed. She needed to send a raven immediately to one of her spies in Storm's End to inform her dim-witted cousin. Lysa Arryn would take the blame, she was already a well-known lunatic and it would seem like revenge for the loss of her son to the Royce family.

Highgarden

Olenna sat in her Solar contemplating the state of the Seven kingdoms. There had been a rather quick succession of Hands to the King recently with Jon Arryn dying followed by Ned Stark quitting and Stannis taking up the mantle. In a short year, the entire power balance of Westeros had been thrown off. The King was no longer in debt. King's Landing was no longer as much of a shithole. Several small council members had changed. The North was rebuilding itself, albeit slowly. Lannister influence in the capital was at an all-time low in the past fifteen years. Alliances were being made. The fat king was no longer fat. If the rumours were to be believed he was, in fact, the Demon of the Trident again, a terrifying thought. All of these people were growing powerful again while the only Tyrell in current events was her grandson Garlan who was now second in command of the City Watch. There was no betrothal between her granddaughter and any king or future king, and her son continued to stir up a rebellion against himself by insulting their vassals. It was nothing short of frustrating. Renly was as useless as usual, forget helping them increase their influence all he did was stay away from the capital losing all his power as Master of Laws and frolicking with Loras.

She needed a plan, and if she wanted a good deal, she would need powerful alliances.

King's Landing

Varys, Master of Whisperers, Targaryen loyalist and eunuch knew it was time to act, the Queen planned to kill the King as soon as he returned while Stannis was going to tell Robert about the true parentage of the royal bastards. He was aiming for a country at war and the best way to do that was to let the realm know about the parentage of the heir to the throne and allow the Lannister's to kill Robert the Usurper.

For that to work a few key things needed to change in the capitol. Problems needed to disappear.

Myr

"We'll see you in a few months!" Ser Jonnel called out to Jon as the group on horseback set off for Lys were, they would catch a ship to Sunspear.

The group consisted of Jon, Levir, Bhalar, all four Greenwood men and the Ryder brothers along with twenty Unsullied. They were bringing the three bastards of Oberon as prisoners. An excuse to meet with Arianne.

Two weeks of hard riding through the disputed lands passed without event, their group too small to garner attention and they quickly crossed to Lys via ferry.

The city was as shameless as Jon remembered and he had already decided to stay as short a time as possible in the city of sin. Standing alone in his room he spread out his map of Westeros and Essos. He had put off returning to the North for long enough, it was time for him to return and he would as soon as he was done with the Martells who were clearly colluding with the Targaryen's.

He would be sixteen when he next saw his father, eight years since he had been smuggled out of Winterfell and sold into slavery by the bitch that was his stepmother.

Jon's biggest problem was he wasn't sure how best to ruin her life without harming his own family. If she was still the same, then her biggest weakness was her family. Problem was her family was his family.

Except the Tully's who he had no blood relations too. Perhaps he would take a detour to Riverrun before he arrived in the North.

He wondered what Robb looked like now after so long, would they still get along? He hoped so but was doubtful as he planned on at the very least torturing his brother's mother.

Storm's End

Robert liked Edric, more than his trueborn son if he was honest. The two brothers couldn't have been more different. Edric liked using a Warhammer and had been very interested when they had started sparring whereas Joffrey avoided any physical exertion like the plague. Edric looked like Robert whereas Joffrey looked like the lions Robert had come to hate. Edric was boisterous and fun while Joffrey was cruel and boring. So, Robert had made his decision, while Joffrey was heir, he couldn't refrain from acknowledging the son he was so proud of. The boy's mother was a noble so nobody would be able to disagree.

Robert had given Edric the Baratheon name, now he was Prince Edric Baratheon of Storm's End, heir to the Lordship of Storm's End. Robert had come to face the facts when it came to Renly, the man was never going to have a serious relationship so Edric could take his mantle when he died. He had already informed his son in front of the entire population of the old fortress, letters were already flying to every corner of the realm to deliver the news. Robert had a new mission, to find all his bastards and give them proper homes. His daughter Mya was safe in the vale, but he knew that he had not exactly been a loyal husband, for all he knew the entire realm was populated with his children.

A letter was on its way to Stannis with orders to have the Gold cloaks find all of his bastards with the help of the spider and bring them to Storm's End. He would abdicate in favour of looking after his children, he could finally spend more time with Ned in the North or go to Essos. This deserved a toast! "Lancel you fucker! Bring me the wine! I'll have a jug and nothing more. Find Ser Barristan for me!"

As the aged Kingsguard joined him in his chambers Robert smiled happily motioning for his squire to pour them both a glass.

"Ser Barristan you have been a good and loyal friend to me over these past sixteen years. I hope you will look after my children when I abdicate." Robert toasted solemnly before downing his drink.

"Sire! You plan to give up the throne! Then Joffrey is to be king." Barristan dropped his cup in shock.

"Aye, he'll need all the help he can get as well!" Robert laughed, suddenly he started coughing violently foaming at the mouth as he fell out of the chair and collapsed on the floor.

"Sire! Servant! Call the guards! The King has been poisoned!" The old knight roared into the night as the castle lit up in a flurry of activity.

Lancel Lannister took his chance and fled into the darkness atop a steed headed for the Capitol.

A body was delivered to the Storm's End catacombs, nobody questioned the King's decision to be buried at his ancestral home without a procession, it was the kind of king he was.

The King was dead.

King's Landing

Stannis was working hard in his office in the Tower of the Hand late at night. He had received a raven earlier that morning with orders from his brother to have all his bastards found and sent to Storm's End. Not to mention the fact that he legalized his bastard with the Florent girl. This was good, a boy of noble birth, one who was actually a child of Robert. When Cersei was dealt with along with her spawn there would be an heir to the throne. All he needed to do now was wait for his brother to return and they could deal out the King's Justice.

Sitting up he cocked his head slightly; he could have sworn he heard a noise. "The Lannister's send their regards."

Darkness was all he knew.

Sunspear

Dorne

The ship pulled into the harbour in the early morning, Jon felt nostalgic, it was an unrealistic feeling as he had never been in Dorne before, but it was the thought that counted.

The city was quiet, and the band of mercenaries easily slipped past the gates and found lodging. The Sand Snakes had been covered and disguised, in case anyone recognised them.

"Princess Arianne Martell has sent word that she will meet us outside the city, four miles from the gates in a small village called Smokey town.

We'll bring you with us and hand you over as a sign of good faith, I'll listen to what your cousin has to say and then you will be off to the water gardens again to give an account of your failure ." Jon explained to the three women.

Two days later, in the town centre of a recently abandoned village, four men in light armour and a dark-skinned young woman in a very revealing dress waited patiently.

"Spectacular heat you have here in Dorne, although compared to you this doesn't qualify as hot," Jon called out as he rode into the open area followed by the Unsullied, the Greenwoods, Ryders and his two friends. The Sand snakes followed soon after, still bound and gagged but each with a horse of their own.

"Jon Snow I presume; I do try not to make the Sun jealous." She replied with a grin.

"Your cousins, your highness," Jon replied, slightly put off guard by her willingness to reply to his taunts.

The three women rode towards the Dornish knights who untied and ungagged them.

"Kill the fucker!" Obara roared the moment the gag was gone.

Jon, Arianne, everyone else including her sisters all turned to look at her in disbelief.

"Are you insane your crazy bitch? He outnumbers us five to one and you don't even have weapons!" One of the knights hissed.

The bastard daughters of Dorne were not recognised officially as Princesses yet were still respected because of their father, but the sheer stupidity of the girl had caused the closest knight to lose his patience.

"Never mind, Ser Cletus, Ser Aaron bring the chest from the hut."

The two men dismounted and ran quickly to the closest building before dragging out a chest as large as Jon's chest.

"What is this?" Levir asked.

"Their ransom, my uncle is rather fond of them, not that he knows about this, yet," Arianne explained.

"How much is this exactly?" Levir said as he opened up the chest.

"30,000 Gold Dragons,"

Jon schooled his features into a neutral expression quickly before accepting the chest with a nod and motioning for two Unsullied to pick it up and secure it for transport.

The three bastard daughters of Oberon were led away by the third Dornish knight while Arianne revealed her true reason for contacting him.

"I wish to hire you, I know you have influence and an army,"

"What could the Princess and future ruler of Dorne need with my army?" Jon asked.

"My father is planning to replace me with my younger brother, he plans to ignore my right to rule, I will need help to secure it. I have supporters but Quentyn is more popular with the traditional Lords who see women as inferior." Arianne explained.

"Why should I help you? I have more to lose than you do, as a Princess, you wouldn't be blamed." Jon inquired, eager for a reward.

The Dornish Princess's face gained a sultry look as she replied,

"I can think of a thing or two that might convince you, and the Company of the Rose would have my full support."

"A promising offer, one I dare not refuse. We will talk more on this when I return, for now, I wish to be reunited with my family." Jon declared.

Arianne realised that was the best she was going to get and wished him well as he rode on towards the nearest port.

The voyage ahead of him would one of the longest in his life so far, they would hire a ship to Gull town and from there a direct ship to White Harbour.

The two ports had been receiving a lot of business recently due to the massive influx of hundreds of thousands of small folk being forcefully migrated.

The Company of the Rose had deep connections with the North and had been keeping a close eye on everything happening in their distant homeland.

The Water Gardens

Prince Oberon was as usual furious, the northern bastard had escaped with his life and killed nearly all of his old mercenary company.

Not to mention the ludicrously high ransom Arianne claimed she had been forced to pay.

He wanted to take up arms and kill Snow while he was still in Dorne.

However, all further thoughts were pushed out of his head and everyone else's when news of the King's death arrived.

The raven's message told of how Lady Lysa Arryn of the Vale had been so maddened by the requisitioning of her son by order of the king that she had become treasonous and had her remaining followers poison the king's wine. The Hand of the King was also killed, Stannis Baratheon, it was assumed Lysa was not made aware of the change in Hand and gave orders for him to be killed as Lord Eddard Stark was the first to give the order while he reigned as Hand. Lord Renly has decided to retire from city life for the foreseeable future to grieve in his ancestral home of Storm's End. His Highness Joffrey Baratheon is to be crowned and has made it known his first decision will be to appoint his grandfather Tywin Lannister as commander of the forces sent to apprehend the traitor.

All Lords of note are required to come and swear allegiance within two months of his coronation.

Doran had expressed his doubts about the true killers, but he had no evidence and was limited in what he could do.

King's Landing

It was the day before Joffrey's coronation, Jaime had not changed his mind about leaving if anything it had strengthened his resolve, his children didn't need him around now, they were all grown up.

Tywin Lannister had arrived barely days after the King had died, taking command of all the troops in the city he had enforced order with an iron fist.

He currently took residence in the tower of the Hand. So, with a resolute determination Ser Jaime Lannister, the kingslayer, climbed the steps to his father's office. Technically Robert had already signed the decree declaring his honourable release from the King's guard, but with the King now gone Tywin held the most power in the realm.

"Father, may I come in?"

Jaime could practically feel the motion from behind the door as he opened it slowly and walked inside.

"What do you want Jaime." It wasn't really a question; the old lion was probably already thinking of ways to deny whatever he asked.

"I came to show you something, the last gift from King Robert if you will,"

The Kingsguard handed over the signed decree with a slight tremble.

He watched his father's face closely as the man's sharp eyes read the instructions and lit up.

"He freed you," the statement sounded shocking surprised when you considered who it came from.

"Indeed, I am now the heir to Casterly Rock again. It's only been sixteen years or so." Jaime replied with a fake laugh.

"This is wonderful! The dwarf is no longer set to inherit my legacy! You'll head back straight after the coronation." Tywin decided.

"No, I'm sick of staying in the same place. I've decided to join Tyrion in Essos for a couple of years, after which I will dedicate myself with a passion to whatever schemes you concoct." Jaime said quietly but firmly.

Tywin wanted to argue and would have if not for the fact Cersei burst in with vigour.

"Father, Jaime whatever are you talking about?" She didn't wait for a reply and continued,

"I want the actual coronation to be quick before anyone starts arguing overtaking more time, the quicker Joffrey is King the sooner we can take back all the power we lost in King's Landing."

This was followed by a barrage of demands, questions and decisions made with very little input from either of the two men until she left again.

Jaime followed soon after, eager to get away from his almost certainly disappointed father.

"Jaime, it's been so long since we were together! Why don't you come back to my room? With Robert gone, there is nothing to stand between us." Cersei appeared from behind a pillar and whispered into his ear.

Jaime squashed all feelings of affection for his sister and replied coldly,

"You want to sleep with your brother, the day before your son is to be crowned, possibly bringing about question to his true parentage?"

He didn't bother waiting for an answer and left, he needed to pack his few meagre belongings.

Winterfell

Lord Eddard Stark sat in the Godswood sharpening his broadsword, Ice when Catelyn found him. She held two messages, the first was only four words, but it was the one with most effect.

'The King is dead!'

The second message was identical to the one received by the Martells in water gardens.

Several emotions welled up inside of the normally stoic Lord of the North, none were expressed for a moment before tears started to fall from his eyes.

"We parted not as brothers but as distant friends, I will regret that for the rest of my life. Your sister has gone too far this time." He whispered, just loud enough for Catelyn to hear.

"Ned! It can't have been her, Lysa would never do such a thing! It must have been the Lannister's! Just like when they killed Jon Arryn." Lady Stark declared.

"You didn't hear the reports Cat, she reportedly had people thrown out of a trap door in the floor nearly every day! When I had Robyn take up his fostering with the Royce's it took a damn near siege to collect the boy! I'm starting to wonder if maybe she was the one to kill Jon as well, after all, she is the one who blamed the Lannister's." Ned replied wearily.

"No Ned! You don't understand!" Cat disagreed vehemently.

"DON'T UNDERSTAND! What don't I understand, the fact that she was damn near killing her son, the fact she commits murder every day or the FACT SHE KILLED MY BROTHER!" Ned roared.

"SO, WHAT IF SHE DID! YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TAKEN HER BABY!" Cat shouted back.

"Careful Cat! That's treason you're talking." Ned suddenly turned dangerously quiet.

She didn't reply and instead stormed out of the Godswood, she didn't care what her family did, they just needed to be safe. Eddard Stark was slowly losing his place in her family. Family, Duty, Honour, she defined all of her family's words. The Targaryen's were famous for being insane, but that didn't mean it was exclusive to them.

Wolfswood

Arya Stark was what you would call a free soul. Syrio Florel saw a lot of himself in her and delighted in teaching her the intricacies of the Water Dance. He encouraged adventure and exploring, so along with Mycah the butcher's boy, someone who had narrowly avoided being killed by the Hound, she had headed deep into the Wolfswood in search of adventure.

Unlike most young girls of the tender age of ten years old, she had found herself lost in a forest of dark trees with only a ginger butcher's boy.

If anyone had seen them, they would not have guessed her to be a Lady of Winterfell.

Rustling sounds surrounded the two, appearing to get closer until a wolf roughly the size of Arya appeared.

They both looked at each other and made to run for it when the wolf in question bowed its head to Arya and rolled over, tongue hanging out.

"Is that what a wolf is meant to do?" Mycah asked.

Arya hit him up the side of his head in response and moved closer to the wolf. She had played with the hounds at Winterfell and knew how to please them, so applying that knowledge she began rubbing the wild beast's belly. It began to emit almost cat-like noises of pleasure and its tail began to wag.

"You can live with me from now on! I'll call you Nymeria, after the warrior queen because you look fierce." Arya decided.

Skagos

The population of the originally sparsely populated islands had sextupled since the last ships from Hardhome had arrived.

The giants had started building everyone houses and true to their nature the free folk were adapting to life south of the wall quickly. They were already incorporating the southron methods of building into their architecture and the majority of the hundred thousand spear wives, children and warriors looked like they wanted to stay.

Mance Rayder wasn't satisfied, but that was because he was a paranoid son of a bitch. He wanted to keep moving south while others like Tormund argued that with the bloody crows and their big wall separating them the White walkers were a threat of the past.

He planned to bring Dalla and their unborn child south to safety and his best idea at the moment was to form a mercenary company. What else could savages do? He was happy to let everyone stay on Skagos because he knew he would be able to find a few thousand hot-blooded young men and spear wives to come to Essos with him.

Tormund was to take over leadership, he would become the King of Skagos instead of King-beyond-the-wall and Mance would leave.

There were enough ships for maybe five thousand people to join him.

Of the one hundred thousand people who had come from beyond the wall thirty thousand had been willing to follow him even further south.

He had eliminated something close to ten thousand just because they were too young or old. He had picked five hundred men he trusted and told them all to pick nine other men or women they trusted. He was left with approximately five thousand battle-ready men and women with no baggage or family members who would miss them.

The ships built by the surviving ship rights on Skagos could hold at least four hundred men each. They had built twelve. It was an incredible feat and the ships were enormous, with two decks and two hundred pairs of oars. It had taken close to three months before the wildlings had learned to row in time to the drum on each deck, another month before they had found enough provisions to fill the ships, liberal amounts of gold had been liberated from the previous Lords Stane, Crowl and Magnar to buy further rations with and then another couple of weeks to ensure everything was really prepared. The Northernmost realm of the Seven kingdoms hadn't noticed anything odd because even though the Lords of Skagos paid homage they never had contact with the Starks, Umbers or Karstarks.

It was finally time to set off.

Castle Black

"Commander Mormont! Benjen Stark has returned!" Samwell Tarley ran as fast as his stubby legs would carry him as he shouted his message for Jeor Mormont.

"What!" Standing immediately, the commander of the Night's Watch rand for the gate to greet his friend.

The figure that rode through was blue and looked half dead atop his horse, however, his eyes remained grey.

"Get him to the infirmary! Now!" Barked Ser Allister Thorne.

'Maybe now we'll learn what's happening north of the wall if he lives that is.' Jeor thought pensively.

Lys

Begging didn't get you far in Lys. Rhaenys had very little money left after her escape from Volantis, but she still needed to get to Sunspear, where her family was.

People in Lys expected you to offer your body in exchange for money, that was how it worked, and Rhaenys was attractive. Incredibly so in fact. She had been forced to run from several Lyseni nobles who had wanted to keep her as a concubine.

As she begged with her face and body covered a woman dressed in red approached her. Rhaenys ignored her until the woman was right in front of her.

"Please, money, please." She begged.

"My dear Princess it hurts me and the Lord of Light to see you like this, I have come to offer you salvation." Melisandre declared.

Rhaenys tried to run when she realised a red priestess of Volantis knew who she was.

She was blocked when the surprisingly strong redhead embraced her in a hug.

"Forget your sorrows, wife of Azor Azai, for you shall be reunited with your family soon enough."

White Harbour

As the ship docked seven men's breath hitched, the Greenwood's, Ryder's and Jon had to give themselves time to adjust to their surroundings.

Jon Snow had returned to the North, he had left a boy of eight and returned a battle-hardened man of sixteen.

Finished! The chapter, obviously not the story.

Imma write a new chapter for TDPS then I'll decide what's next.

All rights belong to whoever owns this stuff (G.R.R Martin I guess)

Also, my reasoning for Arya being able to get away with a wolf is cause Ned gonna be in King's Landing and Catelyn don't pay much attention to Arya cause she angry with Ned.