A/N: Apparently people liked the one-shot... so I've decided to continue this story through a series of one-shots. Some may be drabbly in length, if that's the case, then I will post more than one one-shot in a chapter, as I have done below. Three one-shots occurring at different points throughout history and Artemis' time in King's Landing.

Also, I wish to address something. A lot of reviewers have said that the previous one-shot is a lot like Phoenix Queen by Sereven. I read that story and I guess mine is awfully similar in the beginning. I wrote the previous chapter just after I watched the first episode of season six. I also got the idea of having Artemis in the free cities and having Steffon Baratheon finding her through World of Ice and Fire, where it states that Lord Baratheon was sent to the Free Cities to find a bride for Rhaegar. Having her named Peverell is because of her ancestor who got the cloak and evaded death. Her name is her tie to her immortal soul. She has had many different lives (I'm talking thousands) and been many different creatures. Aside from weaponry and herbology and clothing, she retains nothing from her previous lives. Her magic is the same, it doesn't change.

Lastly, one major difference between this story and Phoenix Queen, is that mine has absolutely no plot, I don't know where I'm going with it. I'm making it up as an idea pops into my head. If an idea pops into my head such as Draco streaking though King's Landing yelling 'Free the turtles', it may get written fully. Also, to reiterate, this story is not meant to be taken seriously. I had no intentions of extending it beyond what I'd written. It was written as a challenge to myself. Artemis' use of magic is much more blatant, which isn't the case in Phoenix Queen.

So, if you read this chapter and decide to leave a review telling me this is like Phoenix Queen, try to refrain yourself. I'm already aware, as soon as it was pointed out to me I pm'd Sereven to ask her (or him, I don't know... it's a pretty gender neutral penname.) if she (or he) wanted me to delete the story. She (or he) said no, that although some points are similar, she (or he) was responding to a challenge set by someone else and that my story is perfectly fine. Now, if you want to review telling me there is a purple and green unicorn under your bed, feel free to do so, just stop telling me this story is like hers (or his). Please.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Allion stood upon the deck of his ship, holding onto a piece of rope to keep him steady from the violent waves hitting port side. Before him stood a scene of horror. His castle was ablaze and the dark fumes from the flames polluted the sky. His hands shook with violent rage and disbelief. He could not believe Aegon would do this. But the evidence was staring him in the face, the great black dragon moved effortlessly in the sky, its fiery breath the cause of his kin's screams.

'Come with me, help me conquer Westeros,' Aegon had asked of him. 'Fire and magic together, we shall be unstoppable and might of House Targaryen will never be questioned.'

The childhood friend that he had knocked wooden swords together with was no longer within Aegon's heart. He changed the moment he married Rhaenys, the moment he truly tamed Balerion, he became power hungry. Allion knew it the moment he had uttered those words. It was why he declined, why he ended the long-standing friendship between their families and how they became enemies. If he had agreed then House Peverell would become no more than a slave to House Targaryen and Allion would not allow that. The Targaryens owed their might to House Peverell for it was them who built Dragonstone with magic and mortar, them who gifted the Targaryens their dragons and allowed them to rise before the Doom.

To partner with Aegon would have been to doom his family.

But it seemed his family was doomed either way.

Aegon had taken Allion's refusal as a slight against his house and declared them enemies. He had thought Aegon had forgotten during his conquest, but he now saw his mistake, Allion should not have visited Volantis. He should have stayed on Lys to prepare for this, to aid his pregnant wife. Romana had warned him this would happen, she was a prophetess but that was the extent of her magic, she could not protect herself from dragon fire. Not like Allion, descendant of the first Peverell, Emrys, could.

The flames tortured him, though he was only just close enough to feel their warmth. But his anger swallowed him whole, creating a cesspit of magic that churned around him and disturbed the air. He disappeared from the boat with a crack and appeared the courtyard of his home. Armoured men, baring the sigil of the damned three headed dragon, were fighting his own men. His brother's corpse lay half burnt and half submerged in the fountain. His cousin fought three men. House Peverell was holding back the men on the ground with their magic, but against the dragon lord in the sky they could not win. For every soldier they killed, the dragon would slay five of their own.

He cared not.

He tore past them all, killing those who stood against him in a desperate bid to reach his beloved. He took the steps four at a time, panic increasing with every bend, until he reached the secret garden that his daughter, gifted in plant magic, had raised. The plants, though harmless enough to a chosen few, were vicious and territorial it was the perfect place to hide his wife, heir and daughter. But it was an open space, vast and wild, and, as he rounded the last corner, he saw that it had not been untouched by dragon fire.

He found his wife in the centre of the garden, her charred remains tainting the beauty she had once held. His daughter sobbed by her side and his son stood guard, his sword drawn, but with anguish in his eyes. He approached with a gut wrenching cry, his hand seeking his wife's – a subconscious move of comfort – but it crumbled to ash beneath his touch.

'I tried, father,' his daughter sobbed brokenly. 'I could not save her. I could not.'

He wanted to reassure her, tell her it was not her fault, that it was the dragons who did this. But the words would not rise. His anger had become a cool molten liquid that burned in his blood. He stood, a look of cold fury on his face, and walked to the small veranda that over looked the sea, away from his children. He would show Aegon Targaryen just who the real dragon lords were.

Magic fuelled the air, a smell of lightning surrounded him, he closed his eyes and gathered the power to him. When he opened them again, the purple irises were now the colour of liquid gold. He looked up the sky, to the figure of the Black Dread and roared. 'Dragorn. Non didlkai. Kari miss, epsipass imalla krat. Katostar abore ceriss. Katicur. Me ta sentende divoless. Kar… krisass.'

The dragon roared and squirmed in the sky, trying to fight the hold Allion's magic had on him, but Allion was a true dragon lord and, unlike Aegon, he must obey the words that had been spoken in his tongue. He landed hard, shook his rider from his body and curled away from Allion, knowing that if he commanded Balerion to die, then the dragon must do so. It was self-preservation that him submitting to Allion.

'You have brought my house to its knees, Aegon Targaryen,' Allion sneered angrily as the man quickly got to his feet, the ruby crown upon his head glinting maliciously in the firelight. 'You have killed my beloved wife and kin. I will suffer no more of your tyranny.'

'I told you that there would come a day when you would regret turning on me,' Aegon responded, unsheathing his sword, Blackfyre.

'I did not turn on you, Aegon, I simply had no desire to conquer Westeros. You are the one who took it as a slight.'

'The Targaryens are the superior house!' he sneered. 'We are the ones with the dragons. We are the ones who should rule the lands.'

'It was my ancestor who first gave you your dragons,' Allion responded. 'It was my ancestors who built Dragonstone and gave you your home. It is only through our magic that your dragons are kept alive.'

Aegon reared back in shock, clearly not knowing the final piece of information.

'Dragons are creatures bound by the magic of the true dragon lords,' he gave a hollow laugh. 'The life of Balerion is tied to mine and my descendants. By killing us, you might well have killed your dragons. What a fine man you are,' he gave a mocking bow. 'Your grace.'

Allion had no desire to fight the man, he just wanted this to stop so he could mourn his beloved in peace. He was angry, he wanted Aegon to pay, but he did not want more blood to be shed. So he would take from Aegon that which he valued most.

'Go,' Allion ordered, magic lacing his words. 'Return to your conquered lands but listen well to my words. House Targaryen will pay for this annihilation. I curse your line. For every good Targaryen born there will be twice that bad. Madness, lust and deceit shall boil in your blood until you tear yourselves a part. Then, when your blood is thin and barely clinging to the throne you have made for yourself, when all the dragons are gone in this world, your salvation shall be found in the house that, henceforth, will remain enemies to House Targaryen. One day House Targaryen will show its deceit to be too black and the throne shall be taken from you and House Peverell shall rule forever more.'

OoO

Her silver hair was covered by a dark midnight blue cloak, it was warm and covered her frame heavily, her eyes were dark and face half hidden in shadow. The town of King's Landing was vast and densely populated, one could scarcely move without bumping into some man, woman or child, even at night. But she was a shadow, no more than mist effortlessly flowing around the people, Draco and Blaise were around somewhere. Slung across her back was an enchanted back with an assortment of potions. Her task was the orphanage where she had overheard the small council discussing the outbreak of pox. King Aerys had ordered them all to be executed this very night and the orphanage burned.

She hadn't meant to spy on the small council meeting, she was just curious to see the Hand of the King. Even in Lys the Lannister name was known and somewhat feared. When she looked upon Tywin Lannister she saw a man who desired the best for his family, it was something she could respect, but a brief look into his mind revealed the underhanded techniques he was willing to use to get his family power. She'd heard that his daughter had been brought to court before her arrival, no doubt to sway the king into letting the lion's daughter marry the prince.

Her arrival had changed things, never would the king choose Cersei over her. It had angered Tywin greatly, but the Lord of Lannister was immensely curious about her. But he would never approach her. Not when she had yet to make a name for herself.

Tonight would change a lot of things.

She was going to help the children of the orphanage and stop the city watch from destroying their home. Even if it meant using her magic. She could not stand by and let innocent children die, not when it was over something she could cure so easily, not when they were innocent of any wrong doings.

Entering the orphanage, she found the matron suffering from the pox also. It would be her she would treat first then, as chicken pox was more deadly in adults.

'Who are you?' the matron asked, her voice weary and tired.

She had no time for proper introductions. 'Here's the deal, lady, I'm here to cure you and the children. If I don't then the city watch will burn this place down and kill you all.' She reached into her bag and pulled out a simple healing potion. 'Drink this then gather the children.'

She stormed past the stunned woman and into, what appeared to be, the main living area. It was barely furnished and what could pass as furniture was broken and the wood rotting. She turned from the sight with a sigh, she pulled her cloak from her and tossed it over a chair, setting her bag down she began to rummage through it and pull out some potions and creams. Slowly, bleary eyed children began pouring into the room, murmuring incoherently. She had them line up before her and handed out the potions one by one, one was to heal the pox and the other a pepper-up potion, on the worse cases where the pox had begun to scar or bleed she applied the cream.

The matron came back into the room, two babies in her arms that were bawling, she took one look at the silver haired girl and gasped. 'M-Milady,' she gasped and clumsily curtseyed. Artemis rolled her eyes. All of King's Landing had heard of her betrothal to Prince Rhaegar and, though they had not all seen her, there certainly weren't many noble girls with silver hair running around.

'Call me Artemis,' she insisted as she dipped stopper into the vials and fed the potions to the babies.

'I couldn't,' the matron responded bashfully, a curious gleam in her eyes and it was social decorum that kept her mouth silent.

'Ask,' Artemis called as she returned to the waiting children.

'Its jus' I don't understand why you'd come 'ere,' she frowned. 'Nobles don't like to mingle with the smallfolk. You're to marry the prince.'

Some of the cured children cottoned on to who she was and began looking at her in awe and whispering that they'd been healed by a princess. Artemis smiled indulgently at them. 'Nobles, smallfolk, it makes no difference to me. You are all human beings.' She reached out a hand and caressed the cherubic face of a little girl with brown curls and large doe eyes. 'You think and feel just like me. We are the same. I heal anyone in need of healing.'

'B-But we don't have the gold to pay you,' the matron looked to be close to sobbing.

'Even if you did I would not accept it,' she responded gently.

When she cured the last child the matron, who had put the babies in crude cribs, threw her arms around her future queen and sobbed in relief. Artemis awkwardly patted the greasy hair and whispered words of reassurance to the older woman.

Draco and Blaise appeared at her side from the shadows of the room, looking serious and tense. Their jobs had been to delay the guards long enough for her to do her job, their reappearance told her that the guards were close. Sure enough, she heard the clanking of mail and plate and a loud shout for the matron. The woman cast her a weary and frightened look, something that had Artemis smiling reassuringly. She left the room and Artemis was left to reassure the children.

She regretted letting the matron go alone when a cry permeated the air. The city watch entered the room, the matron's hair grasped tight in their leader's fist as he yanked her along.

'Please, milord, we ain't got the pox no more. It's been cured!' The matron begged and received a back hand across the face for it.

'You will release her immediately,' Artemis snarled, drawing her sword from its scabbard.

'Quite wench,' the man spat arrogantly, lifting his hand to strike her. She sneered and with a quick sweep of her sword the man's hand was rolling uselessly on the floor. He let go of the matron with a pained scream only to draw his sword, his fellow watchmen doing the same. But he was inhibited by his pain.

Draco drew his longsword and Blaise twirled his arakh round in his hand, both flanking her and she smiled. 'Gentlemen,' she said, her lips curling into a smirk, 'why don't we take this outside. There are children present.'

'Children we've been ordered to kill. They're riddled with pox,' one of the gold cloaks called.

Artemis looked around her in confusion. 'I see no pox ridden children. Would you really slaughter innocent children?'

'We've got our orders,' the same guard spat.

'Sheep,' she muttered dryly and Draco and Blaise sniggered. 'I said,' her tone was much harder now; an order, 'let's step outside.' She thrust her hand outwards and the guards went crashing through the wall into the shit stained street. Smirking, all three of them stepped through the wall and took up defensive positions. 'It appears,' she whispered to Draco and Blaise, 'that they do not know who I am. Or at least are blinded by the fact they do not expect their prince's betrothed to be in an orphanage.'

There had been eight guards in total, the leader was hindered by his lack of a hand and two had been knocked out by the impact. The smallfolk that had been in the street had run away. The other five surrounded their leader and took up the offence. They lunged forwards, but the three warriors had been trained by monks, elves, paladins and every assortment of fighting class there was. It was an unfair fight and it did not sit well with her.

'Don't kill them,' she told her companions.

The sounds of metal striking metal echoed through the streets along with grunts of exertion and the squelching of boots in the mud. Artemis ducked under one sword and slammed the hilt of her sword into the gut of another guard, using her magic to heighten the impact and the guard fell to his knees breathless. They continued on this way, ducking or parrying the vicious blows of the gold cloaks, who were actually trying to harm them, and getting their own blows. There were two left standing along with the leader when an angry voice roared above the song of their swords.

'What, in the name of the seven, is going on here?'

Artemis winced and span round, a sheepish smile on her face as she looked at her angry betrothed. He sounded beyond angry actually.

'Your grace,' the one-handed leader bowed and simpered. 'We were trying to carry out the king's orders, when this savage whore and her dogs brutally attacked us.'

'Brutally?' Artemis questioned, 'was I brutal?'

'You took the guy's hand off,' Draco deadpanned.

'That's not brutal,' she mumbled, 'it was self-defence, he was going to hit me.'

'I've hit you and my hand still remains.'

'That's different,' she shrugged. 'You hit like a ninety year old granny.'

Rhaegar ignored the two, leaving them to their bickering for now, in favour of addressing the guard that wanted kill his future queen. 'That savage whore, as you put it, happens to be my betrothed, Lady Artemis Peverell,' he snarled. 'Your future queen and you have just tried to have her killed.'

The idea of anyone harming his bride to be sent a white hot fury through him.

'Your grace,' the man trembled now and fell to his knees. 'Please, I did not know. I would never have… Please… I only wished to fulfil the king's orders.'

'Harming my betrothed is a great offence,' Rhaegar told the man.

'Rhaegar,' Artemis called, she was hesitant to bring his attention to her, but she needed to throw the gold cloak a bone or two. 'It's as much my fault as his. I was never in any true danger. I cut guy's hand off for Merlin's sake, surely that is a recompense enough.'

Rhaegar agreed and dismissed the gold cloaks with an angry command. Before the leader left Artemis used her magic to reattach the missing hand. She honestly didn't mean to cut it off, she only meant to stop him hitting her, but she was overzealous and underestimated the sharpness of her sword. Blaise often took it to re-sharpen the edge, but often didn't tell her when he did. She didn't want to take the man's livelihood away from him. He thanked her as though it wasn't her that lobbed it off in the first place. When he was gone the street was silent.

'So,' she began awkwardly with a sheepish smile, 'fancy meeting you here, Rhaegar.'

Rhaegar didn't look impressed, he folded his arms over his chest and rose an eyebrow, a disapproving gleam in his eyes. 'What are you doing here?' his tone was chilling and filled with a closely guarded rage.

'Healing,' she answered, her own tone growing to match his. She had a feeling she was about to get pissed off.

'You had no business here,' Rhaegar said. 'You had no business in messing with the king's orders.'

'You think I'm just going to stand there and let innocent children die? I cured them, Rhaegar, there is no longer an issue.'

'No one is above the king,' he gestured angrily with his hands. 'Especially not you. What do you think is going to happen when he learns his orders haven't been followed?'

'I will deal with it,' she responded tensely.

'You defied the king, Artemis. His word is absolute.'

'So what? I should have let the children die?' she looked at him in disbelief.

He didn't reply, looking away from her, and that told her all she needed to know.

'Is this how it will be when you are king?' she asked quietly. 'Is that the type of queen you want me to be? Am I to be your broodmare, good for child bearing but nothing else?'

'A good queen obeys her king,' Rhaegar answered, his chin raising and he gave her a look of contempt. 'A good queen doesn't sneak off into the town and into danger.'

She was right about getting pissed off. She was fuming. He knew it too and stepped close to her with a calm smile and wrapped his arms around her. 'But a great queen saves the people she rules over, regardless of the king's orders.'

'I doubt you'd give an order like your father did,' she muttered petulantly, but it was hard to argue with a man who just told her she had the potential to be a great queen.

OoO

She met the daughter before she met the father.

Cersei Lannister was as every bit beautiful as she was spiteful her downfall was that she thought herself intelligent but was as obvious as Maclaggen's lust for Hermione was. However, once you put aside the plethora of negative comments, Cersei was quite nice. At her father's behest, Cersei approached her with a friendly smile and offered to show Artemis the societal expectations of a future queen. Artemis could not turn her down, so was forced to attend the lessons she had with her Septa and partake in gossip of a courtly nature. She learned, from Cersei's not so subtle questioning, that the girl was infatuated with Rhaegar, even going so far as to imply that once Rhaegar was bored of her, he would turn to Cersei for attention. The thoughts of Rhaegar and Cersei together was so absurd she all but told Cersei to go for it. It would be interesting to see her fiancé's reaction.

Still, Cersei knew things.

She had an uncanny knack for getting her nose where it didn't belong. She knew which lord was plotting what, which lady was sleeping with who and the weakness of the lords who were flooding King's Landing for the wedding. From Cersei's knowledge, she had managed to find out which lords would be her allies against the king and which were simpering fools.

'That's Lord Rickard Stark,' Cersei told her, they hidden from sight and watching the comings and goings of the gate. 'His heir, Brandon Stark and daughter Lyanna. Mayhaps he brought her to see how a true lady should act,' Cersei tilted her nose up and sniffed pompously. 'Northerners are savages after all, the girl is betrothed to Robert Baratheon. Both Robert and Rickard's second son Eddard are squires under Lord Arryn at the Vale. Brandon is betrothed to Catelyn Tully.'

The father had a spattering of salt and pepper hair, he looked to be strong-willed and hardened by the Northern climate. His son was handsome, a cocky smirk on his face told her that he knew it too. The information Cersei provided was interesting, this man, with the marriage of his son and daughter, would have allies in the Vale, the Riverlands and the Stormlands. It was an opportunity she could not, and would not, pass up.

'Let's go greet them,' she smiled and, adopting the air of a true lady of Lys, she sauntered forwards. Seduction in her steps and an open kindness on her face. Brandon Stark was the first to notice her, his gaze sweeping her form almost predatorily and she understood why the Stark sigil was a direwolf. He smirked at her, she merely rose an eyebrow in challenge.

'My Lord,' one of the page boys bowed as the stable hands took away their horses. 'If you would follow me, I will show you to your chambers.'

'I will show Lord Stark and his family to their rooms,' Artemis called cheerfully and Cersei huffed beside her.

'Why should we do servant work?'

Oh, how she brought back memories of an eleven year old Draco.

'If you do not like it, Cersei, then leave,' she waved a hand dismissively. If there was one thing she had learned, Cersei did not like to be dismissed.'

A/N: I realise now, there kinda is a plot, but I've no idea where I'm going with it. Artemis and Rhaegar could end up in Valhalla for all I know. I'm sorry for ranting earlier, it just gets annoying to be told the same thing over and over. Anyways, not sure when the next post will be. Like I said, it could be a short one or a long one. All I know is that anything goes in this story. There will be plot holes. There will be moments when you question my sanity. This is story of interconnected moments that are not meant to paint a full and vivid picture. It's more of a colour by numbers thing. Dot-to-dot. You get my gist. Anyway, it 5:30am, I've yet to sleep and my thought process isn't fully operational.

Also, the dragon magic Allion uses was from Merlin. I was too lazy to make up my own language for it.

So long and thanks for all the fish, amigos.

Review. Or don't. I'm too tired to care at this moment in time.