Robert Baratheon

283 AC – Kings Landing

The Rock has fallen.

That was all Tywin Lannister had written on the parchment to him.

Rage fit to burst within but underneath that was a nervousness he had never experienced before. Casterly Rock had never fallen, never. Not even when House Casterly had it before Lann the Clever tricked them out. People sitting around him waiting on him to read the words out loud but they were words he did not want to speak aloud because if he did, they all knew what would come next.

"Your Grace?"

His eyes turned to Lord Varys at the words, refusing to look Cersei in the eye because the last thing he wanted to hear was the woman screeching in anger. Her father was bad enough. But he couldn't hide it because soon it would be all around. They needed to come up with a plan and now. But how? Tywin had left him a single army to hold the city whilst he took the remainder to defend Casterly Rock but by the time he had gotten there it had already fallen. The vagueness annoyed him. Had the dragon bitch left any survivors in her attack? With a long sigh, the dreaded words fell from his lips.

"Lord Tywin has written to us to tell us that the Rock has fallen."

"No- "

Immediately she was trying to interject but he shut her down.

"See these words, little lion? That is his hand! You can deny it all you want, but it is right there! Casterly Rock has fallen to the dragon bitch!"

"The Rock has never fallen, not even during the conquest- "

"Because your idiot ancestor met Aegon in the field and not at the castle. That mans beast did reduce Harrenhal to a ruin in a single night. We don't know how large the dragon is or where in seven hells she got it from, but clearly we are screwed- "

"I will not hear this slander!"

"Then leave."

Insult overcame Cersei's face at this, misliking the fact he wasn't giving in to her tantrum and letting her have the satisfaction of the final word. Nose going into the air as she stomped off out of the room likely to search for her twin to tell him the news. They'd questioned Jaime a few times but he was adamant he had no idea what Rhaella had, and they couldn't torture him for more information because that would lose him the support of the Westerland's.

"Has Jon written back yet?"

"Nothing yet, your Grace."

Lysa Arryn had sent them a raven detailing Rhaella had letters written by Lyanna explaining everything and how Jon had kept them from everyone so the truth would not get out. But it couldn't be true. Jon was the father to him he had lost so long ago after his ship sunk to the bottom of Shipbreaker's Bay right in his line of vision. Lyanna loved him, Ned loved him, they wouldn't betray him as such would they?

But Ned had.

Anger swelling within again as the man he had called brother by choice had left right after Tywin presented the bodies of the spawn at the base of the Iron Throne. Babes he had called them, innocent to everything. Innocent to nothing. No dragon would live so long as he sat the Iron Throne. Ned had ridden north back to Winterfell to be with his Tully wife and meet his other son, Tywin had ridden north west for his home, Jon had ridden north to the Eyrie to speak to his traitorous wife. Who else did he have? The Stormland's, and they were remaining silent ever since news reached them of his bitch of a cousin taking Renly hostage and killing Stannis. He'd been cautioned by more than a few people to give up now but they didn't understand. The dragon's were weeds that needed to be ripped out root and stem. All they ever caused was misery and pain. He was the King now, and gods be damned if he ever considered stepping down from the position he had earned by right of conquest.

Usurper they whispered in the shadows, he knew because the whispers always reached him. Many people thrown in the Black Cells for daring to utter those words and others escaping before he had any other choice. Running footsteps were outside now as he snapped his head to the door to see his betrothed storm in even angrier than before.

"Who pissed in your food this morning."

Lord Varys had to bite back a smile at that remark.

"Jaime and Barristan are gone."

Robert stood up as fury engulfed him to a point it had not reached before. Reaching for his glass and throwing it at the wall and watching it shatter. The servant jumping just out of the way in time so she would not be hit.

"What do you mean they are gone?!"

"Gone! They left a note in White Sword Tower saying they were leaving the capital to join the Dowager Queen!"

A yell erupted from his throat them, even more fury coming to the surface as he began punching the table. Something he had done so often now he didn't even feel the pain in his knuckles and the wood was beginning to dent from the force of said punches.

"Lord Varys, I want your birds finding them and send men to summon them back!"

The Eunuch squeaked a little but scurried away like the rat he was to carry out the order. Only when his knuckles were dripping blood did he sit back down and take numerous deep breaths to try and calm down.

"Your Grace, perhaps we should consider surrendering- "

"I will not surrender."

Grand Maester Pycelle was too far up Tywin Lannister's arse but he was useful to him and for that he kept him around.

"At least consider talks with your cousin, your Grace- "

"The Iron Throne is mine. I won it by conquest like her ancestor did. By all laws it is rightfully mine which deems her a traitor to the crown and she will be dealt with accordingly. I will hear no other word of this. Have the Redwyne ships left port yet?"

He sighed deeply before reaching into one of the many pockets of his grey robe to slide another letter over. Angry momentarily that he had not given it to him immediately but cracking the seal to read the contents. And the rage came back in force. Mace Tyrell had bent the fucking knee to the dragons again and as his mother was a Redwyne she pulled the strings and the ships had not been sent.

"We need ships- "

"The only other place we can get them is Gulltown- "

"Send a raven to the Arryn's of Gulltown. Order it, do not request it."

"Lord Jon has said he won't send any men until he has spoken to his wife- "

"The Vale is one of the Seven Kingdom's and I am King of the Seven Kingdom's. My word overpowers Jon Arryn. Send the raven and send it now!"

Then he scurried away too, leaving no one else in the room as his hands covered his face. It was supposed to be easy. When he had smashed Rhaegar's chest in with his war hammer that should've ended the damned war. But then the bitch happened to play her card and it was a card no one could have foreseen. But Robert Baratheon would not accept defeat, he would stand victorious no matter what.

Rhaella Targaryen

283 AC – Dragonstone

The castle for once was filled with people. From Tyrell's, to Manderly's who'd appeared on Eddard's behest who'd been horrified when they found out the truth, Martell's, Velaryon's, and who knows how many more House's had appeared. Dragonstone had been a lively castle when she was little, when she had so many family members they would split half between their ancient family Seat and the Red Keep equally. But then Summerhall had happened, where her grandfather had tried to hatch eggs with ancient Valyrian fire magic which had quickly gotten out of control. If it weren't for Ser Duncan grabbing her and yanking her out of a window, she would've burned alongside them. The fall had started her labours with Rhaegar, her eldest son being born as so many members of their family died in agony.

Yet no dragons had hatched from the eggs. It had all been for nought.

Even now, why Dawn had hatched she could not say. But she was glad for it as now they were preparing to take the capital. Casterly Rock had fallen, the people who had heard the words from the guard in the Eyrie had fled and sworn neutrality which lost Robert a huge chunk of his remaining army. There were now very few people surrounding the city, meaning now was the perfect time to strike.

"Your Grace! A trading galley just arrived with two people!"

Rhaella dropped what she had been doing before heading out towards the docks. A smile coming onto her face at seeing Viserys, Arianne, Tyrion, and Renly seemingly playing with one another. Telora had Daenerys currently as she was planning a battle and that needed utmost attention, but she would be showering her little girl with love when they were done. The men that were there being two she recognised and happiness overcame her but she had to keep a straight face.

"Ser Barristan, Ser Jaime, it is wonderful you have come."

The guards let them through and when they were a few feet from her they unsheathed their swords and got down on one knee swearing themselves to her. Barristan had been there when Rhaegar fell, if the words were true from survivors on their side, he had tried to get to him but was always pulled back by someone else. And Jaime... He had protected her when no one else had. He would distract her brother so her torment would never be as long and when it came down to it he had been the one to end her suffering by stabbing him in the back. When news came of Aerys' demise, she had wept not out of anger but in relief.

"House Targaryen accepts your oaths of fealty, good Ser's. Lord Monford, see to it our guests are treated well."

A scowl momentarily came over his face at the younger of the two but done as she asked. Dawn flying over the water again and letting her wings trail in the waves. For years she had kept her in a small cavern so no one would know her greatest secret, but the secret was out now, and never would a dragon be locked in a small cavern again. The night prior someone had come running to her that her dragon was behaving oddly on the beach and when she had gone down had found out she had lain a clutch of eggs. Immediately, Rhaella had taken them to the castle to incubate them in the hopes they would hatch and they could bring their House back to glory once again.

One egg was as white as fresh snow with streaks of blue, one as black as the night sky with red dots, one a deep emerald with cream, and the fourth was a muted purple in colour with burgundy patches. She'd need to let the children see them and see if they gravitated towards any, have them hopefully hatch from the cradle so they could bond when they were only hatchlings like she had done with her own mount. Dawn had been so tiny when she hatched, barely larger than the palm of her hand. Yet now? She was larger than most ships in length.

That night, a council was called. Lord Monford as Master of Ships, Maester Lorys standing in temporarily as Grand Maester, Prince Oberyn as Master of War, Lord Wyman as Master of Coin, Lord Ardrian as Master of Whispers. The other positions had yet to be filled but they would be in due time. She had to be certain she trusted who would become Lord Commander of the Kingsguard and Jaehaerys' Hand implicitly. Her grandson was only a couple of months old, and many people would be grasping at such a thing to better themselves. As her mother always said, a leech even if it had its fill would always want another meal. For too long House Targaryen had been nothing but pushovers. But not anymore. No, they would return their House back to glory.

"Has the blockade been put in place, Prince Oberyn and Lord Monford?"

"Aye, your Grace. The capital should start feeling the affects of such a thing in only a matter of days."

She nodded.

"Lord Wyman, has Lord Eddard pledged any men?"

"Two thousand. It's not much but it's all that can be spared, your Grace. They arrived in White Harbour and will be on ships heading for Duskendale as we speak."

Not much at all, but it was better than nothing. The North was a sparse Kingdom, and they had taken a massive hit in the war.

"And have you secured anything from the Iron Bank?"

"Indeed, we received this response."

He handed her the parchment over as she cracked the seal to read the contents. Smile deepening because House Targaryen always kept a secret vault and it was filled with gold. This would ensure they would recover somewhat easily when the capital inevitably fell.

"Has there been any news on the capital, Lord Ardrian?"

"The Usurper is refusing to accept defeat. His exact words were 'The Iron Throne is mine. I won it by conquest like her ancestor did. By all laws it is rightfully mine which deems her a traitor to the crown and she will be dealt with accordingly'."

Many snorts were heard at this, stubborn to a bloody fault her brute of a cousin was. And to think when she was young she had loved him. They'd spent many times together playing in streams, exploring caves, running up hills and jumping into the water far below. But this changed the moment her brother had ordered Lord Stafford to find Rhaegar a Valyrian wife only for his ship to be smashed into one of the jagged rocks surrounding Storm's End during a storm and capsizing into the waves never to be seen again. The body had never been recovered, it was far too dangerous to do so.

"When the ships arrive from White Harbour, I want every fighting man on them alongside the remaining Velaryon and Martell ships. Lord Renfred will accept you all duly and you will march on the capital."

"And what will you be doing, your Grace?"

Rhaella sat back as she took a sip of the Dornish Red Prince Doran had gratefully left a large stock of for the agreement.

"I'll be striking the Old Lion where it hurts most."

Confusion whirred in their minds but all knew the council was at its end as they all left to begin the preparations. Once everyone was out, she asked a guard to take her to where Ser Barristan and Ser Jaime were. She had to speak to them both to see if they knew anything they had to be aware of. Both were in a room that had two beds, speaking quietly to one another but their heads snapped to her the moment she entered.

"Please leave us."

The guard left at the order as she took a chair from the desk in the room to sit in front of them.

"Your Grace, I sincerely apologise- "

"There is nothing to apologise for, Ser Barristan. You were injured and you were not thinking straight, I will not hold that against you."

He slowly closed his mouth at her words thinking for a second if he wanted to continue or not but ultimately decided not to.

"And I apologise for I have sullied my name- "

"No you did not, I thank you Jaime for what you did. What was done should've been done long before."

Silence overcame them for a few moments as she thought over what to say. Did Jaime know of what had occurred? Or had they fled before the news reached the capital?

"Casterly Rock has fallen, Ser Jaime."

His eyes widened and she noticed tears were threatening to fall.

"Your brother is alive. Prince Oberyn took pity on him, he is in the castle as we speak playing with my son and Princess Arianne."

"The others?"

She didn't speak any words, letting her expressions tell him what he was asking of her. It hurt, having to tell the man who had protected her for so long she had butchered his family, but it had to be done. Nodding in acceptance eventually.

"I would know what happened in the throne room. Everything. From the moment the sack began to how it ended. Don't spare me any details."

He hadn't. First telling them of how Aerys had Elia, Aegon, and Rhaenys locked in the Maidenvault to keep them safe to Tywin appearing saying he was sending help. To how her brother had been cautioned not to listen but had ultimately decided to let him in on the grey rats words. She had always mistrusted Pycelle, but Aerys would never hear of it. Her brother believing his potions would make her have a healthy pregnancy yet every time she had drank the concoction down because an order was an order, the babe would either not make it to term or would be stillborn. For Viserys she had made it look like she had drank the many remedies and she had been on Dragonstone when she found out she was carrying Daenerys and was far away from the man. Of course, there was a possibility she was wrong. Shaking her head in annoyance before asking him to continue.

Aerys had refused to get off the throne. Everyone leaving but he had demanded Jaime remain there with him. Having no chance to run or to help her other grandchildren and gooddaughter. Hearing the fighting get deeper and deeper inside the castle and her brother getting madder every footstep until he had uttered the dreaded words.

"Burn them all, he said. Burn them all."

Ser Barristan was confused but Rhaella felt horror ripple down her spine as she knew what he was referring to.

"The wildfire?"

Jaime nodded to confirm this as her face went white as did Barristan's. Looking to the younger man like he were about to be sick.

"I couldn't do it. I refused to do it. So he sent that damned Pyromancer to do it instead. I killed him first. Aerys stormed down from the throne to reprimand me but I was quicker. The next thing I knew I was staring at his back with my sword through his body. I couldn't allow it. My honour means nothing to me if it meant I had to sit back and watch as the entire city went up in wildfire."

Tears were in her eyes now, seeing the turmoil in his expression.

"You really are your mothers son."

"No I'm not, I'm as sullied as my father- "

"No, you're not. I knew your mother very well remember. Heck, she let me hold you and Cersei when you were only babes. She'd be proud of you, I know it. You had two choices and you chose correctly. Aerys may have been my brother and my husband, but the war would never end if he were still on the throne. Thank you, Jaime. Thank you."

By now, her tears had fallen onto her cheeks as she stared at him. Bright green eyes that brought so much warmth to her as he asked to be taken to see his brother. Something she had agreed wholeheartedly and took him to find the children. Like before, they were playing together and the moment Jaime saw his brother he ran over and scooped him into a tight hug. Viserys ran over to her as she scooped him up too as he ranted on how annoying Arianne was which amused her greatly. There was no denying it, the two were getting along amazingly and mayhaps they would grow closer together and have a marriage very few people got to have. One of love, and not one of duty.

But that wouldn't be for a long time, for they were still at war.

Robert Baratheon

283 AC – Kings Landing

"We have finally received word from Lord Jon, your Grace."

"Give it to me damn you."

Pycelle handed the parchment over as he drank deeply from his goblet. It was about bloody time. It had been nearing a sennight since they had received word from Tywin about the Rock, and it angered him his foster father had not replied to him. The words burning in his line of vision as he yelled in anger.

"The Tully bitch has fled for fucking Riverrun and Hoster has sworn neutrality. That fucking traitor!"

His fist hit the table once more, splinters now covering the spot he always hit in the wood which cut his skin quicker than before.

"But Lord Jon is her husband- "

"Aye he is, which makes her a traitor to her oaths and to her King. I want that bitch dead!"

"You can't, your Grace- "

"Aye I can! I am King aren't I?! I will not have lickspittles and oath breakers under my rule!"

"If you kill Lysa Arryn you will lose the Riverland's and the North!"

He punched the table again as he read the remainder of the letter. Anger swelling at the words as Jon spoke on how he had called his banners twice and both times they had been ignored. The Lord's of the Vale were done in the war and they were not sending aid.

The Vale, the Westerland's, Dorne, the Reach, much of the Crownland's, all lost. The North and the Stormland's were remaining ominously silent which angered him even more. Being King was supposed to be easy! Was it fuck. Every single day was a new headache adding to his already bursting headache at everything.

"Any other fucking news?"

"Lord Mace has set up a siege of the Gold Road and the Kings Road."

"I'll have his head on a damned spike- "

"And there is a blockade on the Blackwater from Velaryon's and Martell's. No supplies are coming into the city."

"I'll have Dorne and Driftmark reduced to ash!"

No one tried to speak now as he began punching the table even more rapidly than he usually did. Not just his knuckles were bloody but much of his hand was. Only stopping when he only felt numb.

"Your Grace, we have lost- "

"I will not bow to dragon spawn! I am King, I sit the Iron Throne. The gods will reappear before I give up what is mine!"

"If you don't the people in the city will turn against you! They are starving you stubborn cunt and now you are starving them more because your pride has pride and you will not accept defeat!"

He threw a glass towards the Lord who's name he cared nought to find out.

"Dare speak those words again- "

"Speak the truth you mean? Your brother is dead! Your other brother is a hostage! Most of your army is gone! There are no supplies coming into the city and we are all feeling it! Or are you really that blind you cannot see what is right in front of you!"

"Ser Gregor!"

The Knight obeyed the command as he strode over and with a sickening snap the Lord fell to the ground with a broken neck. Anger about to burst out of him at everything. He would not do it. He was a Baratheon and no Baratheon had ever surrendered before. He had the blood of the Storm King's in his veins and it was a title that was rightfully his. No one would bend for a damn eight name-day old boy and his cunt of a mother.

"Get me wine!"

"Your Grace, you have already drank two pitchers- "

"Bring me wine goddammit!"

The servant he was yelling at squeaked and ran to carry out the order.

"Lord Varys, tell me what your birds are singing."

"A tale I wish were not the case, your Grace."

"No sing songs or riddles for fuck sake, tell me man to man."

Violet eyes met his own as he got closer to him until he was stood right in front of him and sighing deeply, hands going deep into the pockets of his dark red robes.

"A guard was imprisoned in the Eyrie who confessed to Jon Arryn destroying the letters Lyanna Stark sent- "

"Lies."

"You asked me to speak to you man to man, your Grace. Not man to boy."

Insult overcame him but he bit his lips so as not to say anything until he had finished.

"Lord Eddard has sworn for his nephew, Prince Jaehaerys Targaryen. Son of Rhaegar and Lyanna. He has sent men to aid the Dowager Queen."

"Rhaegar raped Lyanna! No babe that came from such a thing would be legitimate! Dragon spawn- "

"Are you a King, your Grace, or are you a little boy who is not getting everything he wants and throwing a tantrum?"

Now, the rage overcame him as he ran at Varys, the eunuch moving out of the way and keeping his foot out just enough so he tripped and fell on his face. With strength he didn't know he had, the eunuch kept his hands on his back to stop him from getting up.

"I will have your head- "

"Nay, you will not. For the city has already fallen. I, Varys of Lys and grandson of Prince Maegor Targaryen will watch as you die."

Confusion whirred in his head for a moment as he snapped his head back to stare into those eyes before he saw the knife plunging straight for his head.

Varys of Lys

283 AC – Kings Landing

He watched almost fascinated as his knife cut cleanly through flesh and bone into the Stag's head. Enjoying the shock that had been there as life drained from those crystal blue eyes. Never had he revealed his identity openly, but gods, it felt good to get it out. He left the knife where it was as he fled the room through one of the many passages to where his goodbrother was. When news had come regarding Rhaella having a dragon, he knew their plans were over.

Illyrio had left Pentos and headed for the capital immediately to discuss matters. For so long they had planned revenge but revenge was now something they could not get. Not when there was a damned dragon. For days they had discussed it openly before agreeing on their next port of call. They may not get revenge, but they could bring honour to their family once more. When his grandfather had been disinherited, he had fled to Lys where he had met Naerys Blackfyre- one of many granddaughters of Daemon Blackfyre. They had five children but only his father had survived into adulthood as many of his family were killed in the rebellions. Daeron Targaryen had then wed Lady Melonie of Lys and they'd had four children. Himself, his sister Serra, Aeressa, and Aemond. Aeressa had perished when she was young when she had contracted an illness and Aemond got himself into a drunken brawl and ended up being butchered like a pig.

Varys Targaryen, it was strange to think that again. For so long he had wanted to ignore his true name hence why he had always shaved his head so his silver locks never came in. Now, it was only himself and Aegon left, his nephew through his sister and Illyrio Mopatis. Looking very much like a Valyrian and not even two years older than the newborn Daenerys. If he played his cards right, Aegon would be recognised as a Targaryen and he would become a Prince of the House. Whilst not King like they had hoped, it would be much better than what they'd ever had.

"Is it done?"

"It is done. Robert Baratheon is currently dead in a pool of his own blood."

"To Dragonstone we go then, dearest goodbrother?"

Aegon cried a little in Illyrio's arms as he shook the boy to calm him.

"Aye."

Rhaella Targaryen

283 AC – Dragonstone

Many a time she had flew through the skies now, but it was something she would never tire of.

Just the feeling of wind in her hair and the cool breeze from the speed. It was invigorating, one that she could easily get addicted to and now knew why so many of her ancestor's were rarely off the backs of their dragons. But it couldn't last, for she was to be leaving to search for the Old Lion to put an end to his scheming to have his daughter be the Queen. Touching down on the rocky shore and sliding from Dawn's back as her dragon leaned in begging for petting which she happily gave.

"Your Grace."

She snapped her head around to face Lord Monford, leaving Dawn and falling into step beside him.

"Lord Monford, what brings you here?"

"The ships have arrived and they are heading for the capital as we speak."

She smiled deeply at this.

"I can see there is more to it, so tell me."

He sighed at this before looking her in the eye. His were just a hair darker in shade than her own were, but there was no denying he had the blood of Valyria in his veins.

"Lord Varys and another man have arrived with a young babe; they are asking for an audience."

Anger dwelled but she kept it down and gestured for him to take her to them. Wondering to herself just what the Spider was doing here of all places. She's never liked him, but she never disliked him either. Always seeing there was something there but could never put her finger on it and it irritated her to no end. He was in the main hall as she walked to the end and sat on the dragonglass throne that had been carved by Valyrian's of Old nearing six hundred years prior.

"Lord Varys, it is good to see you."

"It is good to see you as well, Queen Rhaella."

She eyed the man who was stood beside him and the babe he carried in his arms. No more than two name-days she guessed. With hair bright silver and eyes a bright violet which confused her momentarily.

"What brings you to Dragonstone?"

"Robert Baratheon is dead, your Grace."

Her eyes widened as she leaned forward in shock.

"I'm sorry?"

"Robert Baratheon is dead. I did the deed myself."

Rhaella was quiet for a few moments before she threw her head back and let out a loud cackle. One that echoed throughout the entire room. This meant they didn't need to attack the capital at all! Oh such sweet nectar, the honey tasting delicious on her tongue and she welcomed it greatly.

"I supposed you have come to pledge support to my grandson, Lord Varys?"

"Aye, but for something else too. I have not been entirely truthful, your Grace."

Oh she knew that alright, but joy was too overwhelming to think straight. He was dead! Killed by a member of his own council! With Renly in her care it meant the Stormland's by right would swear for him and he was now close to her children. The end of the Baratheon rebellion was here, now they just had to tie up the missing pieces to start anew.

"Please continue, my Lord."

"We share a great-grandfather, your Grace."

This stunned her, back hitting off the hard dragonglass which almost made her wince but she kept her face still as this came to light.

"What?"

"King Maekar I Targaryen was my twice great-grandfather, your Grace. My great grandfather was Prince Aerion Targaryen, my grandfather Prince Maegor Targaryen, and my father was Daeron Targaryen."

No, it couldn't be true, could it? But as she worked the dates out in her head realisation dawned on her as she walked down from the throne to stare him in the face. Looking for anything in his features other than his eyes to tell her of his Valyrian blood. And she found it, for he had the exact same nose her father had. How had she never noticed before?

"Then who is this?"

"My nephew, Aegon Mopatis. He is nearing his second name-day your Grace and if you would grant it, I would like him to grow up with his family. My sister died of greyscale many years before, he is all I have left of her."

The answer was clear. There were so little of them, the more Targaryen's there were the better.

"No, your nephew is Aegon Targaryen. I would be delighted to have him grow up with his family."

A few days had passed since this, still shocked at what had been revealed to her but also wanting to kick herself because it was so obvious in retrospect. Varys Targaryen- now that was something she never would've expected. Now, she was mounting Dawn and a moment later she took off in search of Tywin Lannister. Not that it was difficult to do so because he was somewhere in the Westerland's. It took her a week of flying around the Kingdom in question before she spotted the army and the banners in amongst them all. Taking Dawn high up into the clouds and following until they were in the open before beginning her assault. Tywin Lannister would meet his end here, that much was certain. The Burning Rock would get another verse likely after she was finished.

"The lions screamed as the rock it burned."

She sang quietly to herself, the tune of the song very much stuck in her head before taking a deep breath and diving for the army. When they saw her, horses began scampering in fright but they got nowhere as the flames doused them all. People screaming in agony as they caught fire and the few who were in the direct path reduced to nothing but ash in seconds.

"They ruled the land, but not for long. For a dragon came and sung its song."

A second pass was made then, diving lower than before and being able to make out individual faces before they were set alight. Horses scampering faster than before as she chased after them. This army would be nothing but corpses when she was finished today, she would make sure of that.

"The flames danced and screams were loud, but the dragon stood tall and proud."

Four passes in and they started to throw down their weapons. But there would be no surrender. She had still to see the Old Lion's face in amongst the army so she stopped and demanded the man staring Dawn down with renowned vigour and asked the question. Initially refusing to give up his liege's whereabouts but with a roar from her dragon he let the knowledge out. Lannisport manse. On the second highest hill of Lannisport overlooking the city from the opposite side of the Rock itself. Five more passes she made and soon there were no survivors and all that was left were flames.

"The lions screamed as the rock it burned."

She flew straight for Lannisport then, not even thinking as the manse came into view and unleashing her fury on it. Incinerating the remaining Lannister's there was alive other than Tywin's own children. The coward never even came out to look at her. Watching as the bricks melted and began to collapse in on themselves until the building was nothing but a mangled mess on the hill in question. Getting off of her dragon as she entered the building just to make certain. She found him not long after, not even touched by the flames but with a glass filled with a deep purple liquid spilled from it.m beside him.

"Fucking coward. You'd rather poison yourself than admit defeat?"

She kicked his corpse hard before leaving, heading straight for the army they had gathered to take the capital. Only one man remained now, but he would be dealt with soon. As High as Honour. Bullshit. Jon Arryn would face his end and it would be soon, but now there was nothing preventing them from taking the capital and take it they would. That song stuck in her head the entire journey as she met them midway between Rosby and Kings Landing.

"Your Grace."

Lord Wendel spoke. Lord Wyman's eldest son and he had been sent by his father to lead the Northern army.

"Tywin Lannister and Robert Baratheon are dead. I want only the remaining Lannister army killed. If I find out any innocents are harmed..."

She trailed off and looked to Dawn, her intentions were clear. They all nodded in acceptance as clearly they were all fed up with the war too and wanted it to end.

"The Lannister army?"

She turned to him now.

"The lions screamed as the rock it burned."

A wicked smile came onto his face at this, clearly having heard the song that was spreading throughout the Kingdom's about the fall of the Lion's to the Dragon's. She opted not to do anything then, perching on a hill just outside of the city and watching from afar. Hours it went on for, and when the white flag of surrender was seen on the highest tower of the Red Keep, Rhaella wept.

Eddard Stark

283 AC – Winterfell

The moment he had first laid eyes on Robb, a feeling overcame him he had never felt before. He had been too young to remember how he had felt when Lyanna and Benjen were born, but he supposed it was similar. Warmth, hope, love. Catelyn had beamed in pride as she handed him over for the first time, with colouring that matched his mother but there was no denying he was his son as everything else screamed Stark. From the broad face, the thick nose, the thin lips, and not to mention his lungs. He was loud, very much a little wolf.

When Howland had walked in with Jaehaerys, his wife's eyes landed on the babe before turning to him in horror but he silenced her quickly by shaking his head and taking her into his solar to explain. At first, she had denied it, but when he handed the letters over and she saw the words of his sister with her own eyes, she couldn't do so anymore. For five days she had stayed away as she came to terms with everything, and for those five days he had spent every waking moment with Robb and Jaehaerys. One would be Lord of Winterfell after him, and the other would be King of the Seven Kingdom's when he was of age.

After this, things had gone to normal. But every night after evening meal he had summoned his wife for an hour so they could just talk. They were married, but they had only known each other for a single day when they had gotten married. Granted, they did know of each other for years but never had they spoken so much as a word to the another. They were in this together, and he wished for them to grow something from their shit situation.

Weeks had passed but in those few weeks they had gotten to a point of teasing one another jokingly. Eddard wouldn't even say they were friends by that point, but there was fondness there. Then the raven arrived with information on what had occurred down south. Tywin Lannister poisoning himself instead of admitting he had lost, Robert Baratheon stabbed in the face by someone unknown, Jon Arryn hiding in the Eyrie but he was being dealt with next, everyone else had sworn for Jaehaerys. Rhaella was working on finding people she trusted implicitly to counsel him during regency and that a match had been agreed already. When he'd read that, he'd been angry. But the match did make sense.

A daughter of Arianne Martell and Viserys Targaryen to his nephew. An agreement for Daenerys to wed Aegon Targaryen (whoever that was) when they were of age, and if he would be amendable to such a thing, she would like to have a child or two of his and Catelyn's foster in the Red Keep and Dragonstone respectively when they were older so they could grow up with their cousins. They had ridden for White Harbour then, boarding a ship to take them straight to the capital with no stops at either of the port towns and cities on the eastern coast of Westeros.

Catelyn had Robb in her arms, and he had Jaehaerys in his own arms. Not wanting to let him go as in the few weeks he had been caring for his nephew he had grown to love him fiercely. But he was a Targaryen, and he was the King, he needed to be where he would eventually rule from. It took them a little more than a month to reach their destination and when they did many people were aligned on the docks to get the first view of their King. Rhaella was at the front with her son stood beside her, Lord Varys was on her other side and both were carrying children. Prince Oberyn stood beside Viserys as did who could only be Princess Arianne and too many people for him to guess as to who they were.

"Your Grace."

"My Lord, it is good to see you again."

It was good to see her again, and he smiled warmly to her as he walked closer before lifting his nephew high into the air as people cheered. There was a massive feast awaiting them, even larger than the ones Jon hosted in the Eyrie. Roasted duck dripping in honey, pork in a thick apple sauce, lamb crushed with mint and herbs, and fish he had never seen before. Venison coated with coffee from Dorne, and the sweets! Catelyn devouring a salted caramel dessert and even going for seconds whilst he simply had some shaved ice flavoured with raspberry. Something he'd had often as a child in the North as little grew there and it reminded him of home. Queen Rhaella standing up and knocking her glass to catch everyone in the rooms attention.

"I would like to make a formal announcement."

Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing as she nodded to the other side of the room as the doors opened and two men walked in carrying a large ornate case. This was placed at the foot of the high table as they were ordered to open it to reveal the contents. Numerous gasps echoing as they took in the sight. They were beautiful, almost glittering in the dim light from the torches and candles.

"Dawn brought forth a clutch of four eggs. It was long a tradition for a Targaryen babe to take an egg to cradle in the hope it would hatch. It is a tradition I wish to uphold. Viserys, Aegon, come here."

The babe Varys had been holding toddled over then and Viserys skidded to a halt in excitement in front of his mother. Taking Jaehaerys himself as Rhaella took Daenerys.

"As King, Jaehaerys will get first pick of an egg. Followed by the others."

He sat down and placing Jaehaerys on his lap as he eyed the eggs, clapping excitedly which brought on a round of laughs from everyone in the room. Reaching for the purple and burgundy egg immediately as Rhaella ordered the egg be taken to his rooms to be incubated. Viserys wasted no time in going for the white and blue egg, Daenerys touched the black and red one, and Aegon chose the green and cream one. The eggs were taken to each room now as the doors opened as two guards were dragging someone by chains. Immediately locking his eyes on the grey hair that had once been sandy blonde and pale blue eyes of Jon Arryn. Anger swelling within him as he was placed in front of them

"Lord Jon Arryn, you have been charged with treason. How do you respond to these charges?"

"Not guilty."

Really Rhaella? Right now? But Eddard wasn't going to question her. It didn't take long to present all the evidence and at first his foster father had fought but eventually gave up and stopped responding. That was when he knew what he'd been told was indeed all a lie and not a misunderstanding. Turning to him and knowing immediately she wished for him to be the one to pass the sentence. Out of everyone in the room, he'd been the most hurt. Because of his lies he had lost his father and brother, he had believed his sister kidnapped and raped repeatedly, he had lost many loyal men. Ordering he be brought outside as he unsheathed Ice.

"I Eddard Stark, on behalf of my nephew King Jaehaerys Targaryen, Third of his Name, sentence you to die. Do you have any last words?"

"Ned, I raised you- "

"And you lied to me so I would dance to your wants. Do you have any last words?"

Jon Arryn's lips tightened but he spoke no more. Bending his neck forward and accepting death as Ice sliced through flesh and bone in a single swing. It was over, it was all over. The House of the Dragon stood taller than it had in more than a hundred years.