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Water Gardens – 297 AC

"Visenya" Oberyn calls, the brunette turns to her father her purple eyes boring into his dark ones, she smiles at him and he can't help the soft smile that he gives his third daughter "come," he says offering her his hand. She puts her book down and goes to him, putting her hand on his offered one, she doesn't think it odd him coming to speak with her and taking a walk on the gardens, but she does find it strange that serious look on his orbs.

"Is everything alright father?" she asks and he nods putting his arm on her shoulder, bringing her closer to his frame. She puts her head on his chest and lets him guide them through the corridors to where he wants to take her, she knows that whatever he wishes to speak with her must be important as she easily recognizes the path and he is taking her to where Doran likes the most to stay and look at Water Gardens.

"Everything will be" he says in a quiet tone, she frowns at his, somewhat ominous, words not understanding it. She finds it strange that none of her sisters are there with them; the Sand Snakes were always on the loop about everything as their father had never differentiated them as everything that was discussed with her was with her sisters as well.

Oberyn had married her mother Valaena Velaryon when they were both twenty it had been Doran who had put his foot down and made her father meet with her mother, he had been enchanted with her Valyrian features, dark purple eyes and white blond hair with soft features and had agreed in marrying her. He would always say that what made him love her was that she did not care that he had other two daughters and treated them as if her own. Visenya wished she had known her, but she had died at childbirth.

They enter the patio where her uncle is sitting in his wheelchair eyes on the trees and when he turns to them Visenya can't help but feel her hairs stand on end, whatever the two brothers had to speak with her was not to be taken likely. Her father looked like he would go into battle and so did his brother.

She waits for them to start to speak, her uncle motions to a chair close to him and so she takes it, her father remaining standing by her side. When neither men speak she takes a deep breath and begins the conversation "I imagine this subject is quite serious" she says in a quiet tone and Oberyn puts his hand on her shoulder squeezing it slightly.

"Yes, it is" he says and she had never heard his voice as gravelly as it is, making her tense under his hand.

"We have news from Pentos" Doran says folding his hands on his lap and Visenya frowns at his words, she had visited Essos many times because Oberyn would encourage her and her siblings to see the world. She had been to Pentos and knew exactly what her uncle was saying, that he had news from Illyrio Mopatis a wealthy merchant that was housing the Targaryen's – not that she should know about that.

"What type of news, uncle?" she asks curious to know what type of news Mopatis had sent to her uncle.

He sighs "Viserys Targaryen is planning to wed his sister to Khal Drogo" he tells her and she frowns not having expected Viserys to marry his sister – something which she had thought he would have done himself. She understands that it is probably because of the Khal's impressive army – it makes sense, what she doesn't completely understand is why her family hadn't offered their support to the Beggar King or at least expressed their interest in doing so. She knew that they would plan something to avenge their sister and perhaps it was coming much slower than her father appreciated or the rest of the family would have wanted. She opens her mouth to speak but her uncle raises his hand asking her to wait for him to finish "Daenerys will probably be married by the end of today, her brother does not want to wait much and we want to help them have the Iron Throne back."

If she had been anyone else she would roll her eyes at her uncle, she knew that much. What she is still wrapping her head around is why she is the only one there – Arianne would be angry. What truly bothers her is that she is sure Doran will offer the help to the male Targaryen "You mean you wish to help Viserys" she says quietly and can't help the shiver that runs down at her, she had never said anything to her father, but she had met both of them when she had been staying with Illyrio – not that he knows about it.

She remembers the first time she had come in conclusion that Visery's was not fit for the Throne and should he have it all the realm would suffer.

Visenya looks at the older girl with fascination; her eyes are a beautiful color of violet, her hair so blond it almost looks white. She also notices that Daenerys doesn't smile that often, especially when her brother gives her sharp glances and she folds into herself, a shell covering her, her eyes almost always downcast and lips in a line, but Visenya had seen the true fire that exists on her – she can see a Dragon.

"He doesn't know does he?" Visenya asks quietly, looking at the landscape as Daenerys does, the three and ten girl looks startled at the break of silence.

She seems to hesitate upon answering but after a few minutes of watching Visenya and coming to a decision about her character she asks with only a mild suspicion "What doesn't he know?"

"That you are the Dragon," the younger girl says with a smirk, bright violet eyes widen at what was being said when Visenya sees her trying to rebuke what she had just said, her voice had been low not wanting anyone to hear what she said, it would be better for her and Daenerys.

"N-no, Viserys is going to be King, he is the Dragon" Daenerys tells her a practiced line Visenya knows and she sighs shaking her head.

"Have it your way Lady Daenerys," she straightens her shoulders "but even if he is going to be King he shouldn't treat you like that."

Dany looks away looking back to the sea, imagining Westeros, what it is like the land she had been born in, where the usurper took her chance of having a mother and a father to have a roof over her head to call her own. She feels a gentle hand on her arm, careful trying not to spook her "Come, I have a present to give you" Dany frowns, but follows the younger girl out of the balcony and back into the estate, they pass several rooms until they stop in front of Visenya's bedroom, she motions for Dany to go inside and she abides her wishes, she picks a wooden box out of the chest at the foot of her bed and gives it to the blond girl.

Dany looks curiously at it and Visenya prompts her to open it, a small dagger lies inside it, the handle with vines drawn and jewels incrust it, the silver blade glistens and Dany knows that it must be very sharp "It's Valyrian steel," at what the other girl says Dany looks up with widened eyes "you should have something to protect yourself," Visenya picks it up and puts it on a holster she has on her other hand "strap this on your leg that way no one will see and you will always be protected."

Daenerys doesn't know why she does it, but she raises her skirt and straps the holster and she is glad because two minutes after she does it and looks at Visenya asking with her eyes if the dagger can be seen and the other girl shakes her head, Viserys chooses to appear on the bedroom's double doors.

"What the two ladies are doing?" he asks and Daenerys recognizes the voice, he is trying to be charming to not show his bad side, she puts a protective hand on the box when his eyes fall on it. Visenya sees where his eyes are looking as well and she takes a step towards him a smile plastered on her lips.

"I was presenting your lady sister, my lord; it is not something fancy only a small reminder of me for her" Viserys nods and seems pleased with the answer, he leaves not long after, Visenya sees the blond girl with a good grip on the box and she smiles and doesn't bother to take her friend from her reverie, she only leaves the room and closes the door behind her, knowing that Viserys wouldn't come to be cruel to his sister on her room.

Daenerys only realizes she has taken a sit on one of the armchair on Visenya's room when a servant came to her for dinner, before going to the dinning room makes a detour to her room to put her present amongst her things and for the first time in – she didn't know how long – she knows she has a friend.

Her very first real friend and the pressure of the dagger on her thigh would always remember her of it, even after she departs from Ilyrio's house.

"Are you against it?" Doran asks his niece, from the corner of his eye he had seen his brother approach his daughter, seeing something that he hadn't and kneeling in front of her, his hand on hers and Doran can imagine the way his brother's eyes are boring into his daughter's.

"You are hiding something" Oberyn says, he had seen the way she had shuddered when speaking the name of someone she had never seen or know about. He knows his daughters and they are strong willed women, who are not afraid of much in the world and she had been uncomfortable with the name.

Visenya takes a deep breath, averting her eyes from her father's "I am against Viserys". Oberyn puts his hand on her chin making her look at his eyes and she sees on his dark eyes the question: why? She also see how there is some hurt in them, knowing that she had probably kept something from him and so she pleads with her eyes for her father to understand "On one of my trips to Essos I stayed at Illyrio's house, I had said I was going to Lys but I went to Pentos instead, I wanted to see if the rumors were true, if he truly had under his roof the Beggar King."

There it was, something many don't believe Oberyn Martell able to express: hurt and betrayal. She hurries to further explain herself "I wanted to see them, grandfather is always saying how much mother could have been Rhaella's twin sister" her father's eyes turn softer at her admission, though she can see that some of his trust in her has been broken. With a deep breath she trudges on "As much as I am Dornish, I am also Valyrian."

"I am not angry" he says, he can understand her curiousness about the two Targaryens, he had always encouraged her in discovering her Valyrian ancestry, to spend time with her grandfather, uncle, to learn Valyrian so that she in some way could be closer to the mother she never met. And it is for her ancestry that he and Doran thought to have Visenya go and speak with the last of the Targaryen.

"I met with Viserys and Daenerys, I did not say I was a Martell I didn't want to chance what their reactions could have been, I just wished to know them and if they knew my parentage it would be difficult" she smiled sadly at her father pleading again with her eyes for him to understand to not think that she is ashamed of her name, he smiles a tinkle appearing in his eyes.

"It was something very smart of you to do, little tiger" his voice is amused and she lets a smile grace her lips flushing slightly at her father's praise.

She had always loved the nickname, especially when they had been traveling in Essos and they stopped at a small city and a baby tiger started to tail her and her father had let her adopt him.

"Viserys is cruel to his sister, he always seemed to have a touch of impatience with everyone around him and he would lash out over simple things, he reminds what everyone says of his father, Aerys. But not his sister, she was always very demure not wanting to aggravate her brother, but then…" she sighs not knowing how to explain but something always made her believe that Viserys would shout to the four winds that he was the last Dragon because if one paid more attention to his sister they would know the truth.

"What is it?" Doran asks impatiently receiving a glare from his brother for speaking abruptly with his child. Doran sighs at his brother, his protectiveness towards his daughters sometimes is tiring.

"Daenerys, she has fire, she tried to hide it for the duration of my stay and from people but she is the true Dragon. If Viserys has the throne Westeros will suffer but not if another Targaryen has it." She tells her uncle looking firmly into his dark eyes and he nods at her words to tell her he had heard and would take it in consideration.

"I need you to prepare to search for them and offer them our alliance" Doran tells her and she looks at her father and he gives her a firm nod, Doran sees her hesitating at his order he raises an eye brow at her "Are you afraid of said task?" he asks and is glad that it worked in his favor, his brother's daughters are so easy to rile up much like their father.

She gets up from her chair "I will find them, but prepare our army we will need it" she tells them and leaves the terrace, Oberyn looks sharply towards his brother.

"Must you rile her so?" he asks slightly annoyed, when his daughters are angry they tend to give less thought to their actions.

"You know we need her" Doran says looking towards his favorite scenery at Water Garden, the lush greenery reflecting at every water mirror on the floor, the rich colors of the flowers bright under the harsh day light, the utter peace that it gives him is enough for him not want to ever leave this place "she has blood from Old Valyria and shares with the last Targaryen the thirst for the revenge of what has, though her revenge is not for the stolen crown but for what was done to Elia."

Oberyn nods, but can't stop thinking about what his daughter had said about Viserys and he trusts blindly in her opinion about the realm suffering under his hand "What about Viserys?"

"We will walk with caution, but knowing her she will offer it to Daenerys pretending to support Viserys" he sighs and looks over his shoulder to his brother "there are pieces of the game that settle themselves before we need to interfere."

Oberyn nods knowing it to be true, it doesn't mean he has the patience to wait for it, he doesn't know how he has been able to hold out revenge for his sweet sister for as long as he has, but Doran had said it would be all the sweeter – he is counting on it.

Winterfell – 297 AC

Robb looks to his parents and wants to wince in sympathy to his father who is probably getting hissed at by his mother. She had not been happy when they had returned with a litter of direwolf, not wanting any of her children anywhere near the puppies. She had been able to hold on to Bran and Rickon, Sansa had remained right next to their lady mother as the perfect little lady would do, even if her eyes betrayed how curious she was of the little beings.

Arya was unstoppable.

She easily dodged their mother's hand and went running towards him, Jon and Theon. Arya was quick in lowering Jon's arm so she could look better at the two puppies in his arm. Their mother had shriek as Arya started to pet the albino and grey with golden orbs puppies but his little sister was beaming at the two and laughed as the grey one nipped her finger. Jon protested when she wanted to take the grey one from his grasp but Robb had only shrugged at his brother telling him to let Arya have it.

That was when Rickon and Bran broke free from Catelyn, wanting to take a look at the puppies, after Bran had taken one from Theon's hand – the one he had hold on to on their journey back to Winterfell, Sansa left their mother's side and he was quick in offering her the direwolf which wasn't nipping at his fingers.

There was nothing their mother could do; he knows that he and his siblings will not want to be parted from their new pets.

Robb walks towards Jon who winces slightly when Catelyn's voice carries around the room and he pats his younger brother sympathetically on the shoulder "Don't mind her." He reminds his brother for the second time that day, the first had been before they had gone to watch their father performing Northern justice. By the look on his brother's face it is not easy for him to not mind her; Catelyn Stark had a dark hold over his brother, one that he very much wanted to take from her hands, one that he wished his father would put his foot down and tell her to let go, but he wouldn't.

Honor. It was the best and worst quality in Eddard Stark, that much Robb knew, he and his siblings are very proud of that characteristic in their father, even tried to imitated and follow it, but there were times in which his father would continue to uphold his honor that Robb wouldn't. Betraying Catelyn and bringing the babe from that betrayal had been the biggest slight on his father's honor, one that he tried to this day make up to his wife, sometimes letting her get too far on the way she treated his second oldest son.

Robb had taken too long to realize this and to start sending his mother dirty looks every time he saw the way she treated his brother. In truth it was only because of Arya that he had finally taken his head out of his ass, his little sister didn't know it of course, but it was only because he saw Arya crying all over Jon that he started to be less Robb the lord and more Robb.

He stops in his tracks when he hears a very distinctive wailing, it almost sounds like a howl and he knows to whom exactly that sound belongs to – Arya. "C'mon little sister, you need to tell me what is wrong if you want my help." Jon tells her gently and Robb stays rooted in his place wanting to see if how exactly the silent boy handled Arya.

He hears some shuffling and knows that their little sister had probably climbed into Jon's lap seeking comfort – which she wouldn't seek with anyone else besides him and Ned. "Mother hates me" she says so sure of it that it makes Robb take a step closer to them, wanting to tell her that it wasn't true and wanting to yell a little bit at Jon who is not saying anything to tell her otherwise. Though his brother does hum and Arya continues, needing no further encouragement "I am not perfect like Sansa, I am not a good lady, I don't resemble her" she sniffles and in his new position he sees Jon combing his fingers through her hair, slowly taking out her braids. Still he doesn't speak.

"She doesn't know me; everything I do is always too beastly for her and the Septa. Why can't I be like Sansa?" she whispers so gloomily that it breaks his heart.

"Because you are Arya" Jon's voice carries the warmth he feels for their sister very clearly "you are no southern lady, you are a northern lady" he says poking her sides and two things impresses Robb at that instant, how their sister opens a little smile even if the tears keep falling and how she doesn't start arguing that she is no lady. "You are a Stark, Arya, which makes you a wolf."

"Sansa is a Stark too" she says with a pout earning a chuckle from Jon and Robb had forgotten how long he had heard the sound leaving his brother's lips.

"Well, you have more Stark in you than she does. There are instances that you can see the Stark characteristics in your siblings, you just happen to always be a Stark and it doesn't mean Lady Catelyn doesn't love you, she is just learning to understand it."

Arya's tears stop and she nods in Jon's chest, her little hands grip his suddenly making the dark haired boy frown "You are a wolf just like me, right?" her question is full of self-doubt and wanting, no, needing someone to be like her too, to tell her that he understands her. Robb can see the conflict in Jon, but when his brother looks at the slightly desperate girl in his lap, wanting to have at least a sibling that she could see herself in, he nods.

"Yes, I am also a wolf little sister" Jon's voice is a promise to Arya, but Robb can hear his doubt over the fact and he decides he wants that out of his brother head. Jon might not have the Stark name but he has the blood and Robb finally realizes that that is all that should matter to him and the rest of his siblings.

He enters the small room Jon and Arya had been hiding and he can see the surprise in Jon's eyes and the shame in Arya's – she hated when people knew she had cried, that she had let something get to her. "We are all wolves, little sister, Jon and you are the only ones that appear at first glance" he says portraying as much warmth he could in his voice and with a very firm stare tell his brother that he never thought any less of him. "All my siblings are and anyone that says otherwise will have to deal with me." Arya grins stupidly at him and Jon lets a warm smile take over his face and Robb wants to whack himself in the head for not seeing this problem sooner, to alleviate this doubt from his brother sooner.

He had been too late to undo the feeling in Jon that he didn't belong in Winterfell. Now his brother had no wish other than to become a member of the Wall.

A/N: This is going to be multi chapter and it is the first one I have done, so bear me with me. I welcome criticism and if you find anything wrong here, please let me know. I don't have a beta and if you want to be one, please pm me, I think I will need it. I still don't know how often I will be posting, I have already a bunch of things written, but I'm still editing and writing a little bit more so is less drabblish.