Author's Notes: This is my second attempt at a Game of Thrones story and I admit the first one never got past page one as I have found this the hardest series to adapt into fanfiction, the characters are far more complex than any I have used before and thus I hope any drift in their personalities will be ignored as I work to get into the characters mind-sets.

By Razial The Wolf and the Dragon

Disclaimer: I do not own Jon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen or any of the other characters used in this story, they belong to George R.R Martin and whoever else owns the rights to them.

Rating: R

Pairing: Jon/Daenerys

Notes: I am starting off from the end of season 6 just after Jon is declared King, I will be using elements from both the T.V show as well as the books but mostly from the T.V show. Whilst season 7 has been pretty cool I will not be following it too closely.

Summary: Jon is now King of the North and knows he has to ready his people to face the threat of the White Walkers, then he hears the last Targaryen has landed at Dragonstone with her army and Dragons and knows he has to find a way to get her to ally with his forces for the war to come whilst fending of the threat from Petyr Baelish and the Lannister's.

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(Winterfell)

Jon Snow sat trying to overcome his shock at been raised up as the new King of the North by people who for the majority of his life had looked down on him as the bastard son of Ned Stark, now they called him King and vowed to follow him. He glanced at Sansa and noted she looked both pleased and also slightly let down by this turn of events, he supposed she felt a little left out as the victory against the Bolton's had been a joint affair. Sansa had brought the Vale Knights into the battle at the apex of the battle and saved what was left of his army, if not for that they would all be dead right now. Still had she told him about Baelish and the Vale Knights then he might had postponed the battle until they arrived and avoided wasting so many lives, instead she had kept Baelish's offer of support to herself. Standing up again the Lord's and the sole Lady quietened down to listen to him speak, he took a deep breath before starting.

"I thank you My Lord's and My Lady for your support and I vow not to rest until the North is secure and all the blood that has been spilt by our enemies is avenged, our enemies might think they have broken us but they have not the North Endures" he told them and they all shouted in approval at his last statement. "However first we must stop the threat that comes from behind the Wall, for many of you the idea of the White Walkers been real is ridicules but I assure you they are very real" he stated glancing from Lord Glover to Lord Manderly to Lord Cerwyn and finally to Lady Mormont who nodded at him having already come to believe in the threat from beyond the wall. "I have seen them and I have fought them as have a few of my former brothers of the Night's Watch and the entire Wildling force who are now allied with us" he continued. "They are very real and they are coming for us all, if they get past the Wall we are doomed unless we can find some way to force them back and destroy them" he explained honestly. "For the only way I have seen so far is Valyrian steel and sadly there is not too many of them left, my friend Samwell Tarly is currently at the Citadel looking for ways to destroy the White Walkers and hopefully he will be successful in this task" he added. "We must be united and focused to face this threat and we will be, I need volunteers from each of your houses to travel to the Wall and help defend it whilst we gather our full might and try and find the answer to destroying them" he requested knowing this part of his speech would probably get some reactions. "They will not be required to take the black nor will they need to stay there once the threat has been dealt with, sadly the strength of the Night's Watch is barely above 100 men barely enough to hold at least two of the fortresses that hold the Wall thus each volunteer will be greatly received" he finished.

"My King whilst I understand that you see the threat beyond the Wall greater than that posed by our enemies in the south I must protest sending any of our men to the Wall" Lord Cerwyn protested as he stood up. "We will need every able bodied man to protect us from anymore incursions from the South, incursions I assure you will come now that we have retaken the North from their puppet allies" he pointed out gaining much agreement from the assembled Lords.

"I understand your concerns Lord Cerwyn I really do and it is clear to me you doubt my warnings about the White Walkers but I assure you if we do not sure up the man power on the Wall then it will be overrun and soon the army of the dead will be at every castle in the North and we will all end up dead" Jon responded calmly having expected to be challenged on this. "Worse we will then be raised up to join that army and take part in the Night King's conquest" he stated again meeting the eyes of all the assembled Lords and Lady. "We must send help to the Wall, but as I said I am asking only for Volunteer's and they will not be asked to take the black or stay there permantly" he repeated hoping to reassure them.

Finally after what felt like a lifetime of discussion the Lords nodded their assent to his request for which he was thankful, any help he could send his friends at the Wall would be helpful and well received.

"I thank you now we have one more serious subject to discuss before we disperse to begin fortifying the North and that is what is to be done with the surviving Karstarks and Umbers" Jon told them his tone becoming more serious. "They betrayed their oath of loyalty to my family as well as to the North as well, they helped Ramsey Bolton and his Father before him to subjugate us all" he continued. "However both Harold Karstark and SmallJon Umber are dead leaving their oldest children to inherit the leadership of their respective houses as well as the men under them" he continued. "I don't want to really punish the children for the sins of their Fathers as they had no choice but to follow their Father's wishes, but we also cannot allow them to escape what their houses have done either" he added. "So I ask you for suggestions in how best to deal with these two houses, please speak your mind" he concluded.

"We could disband the houses and install loyal Lord's in the castles My Lord" Lord Glover suggested.

"Ah that would be a fitting punishment for those traitors to lose their lands" Lord Cerwyn agreed with a nod of his head as did a few of the other lands and Jon noted that Sansa also agreed.

"Seen as you do not wish to punish the children of the traitor Lords you could install Loyal Lords as wardens of their lands and castles for a set period of time" Lady Mormont suggested. "This would in affect make the children wards of the Lord's you chose as wardens" she noted gaining agreement from the majority of the assembled Lords.

"That is a very good suggestion my Lady Mormont and strikes a nice balance in that it punishes the traitor houses but does not strike at the children directly, once a period of time has passed and they reaffirm their loyalty to the North they would regain control of their inheritance" Jon nodded with a smile. "Lord Hornwood I name you warden for Alys Karstark, Lord Mazin I name you warden for Ned Umber, both will serve for a period of no less than ten years" he commanded as he glance at both Lords who nodded in what looked like amazement as they were smaller houses when compared to Houses like Glover and Manderly. "Be stern but never cruel to them, as I said they should not suffer unduly for the crimes of their Father" he added to which both Lord's nodded.

"Jon, you should strip them of their inheritance for turning their backs on us" Sansa argued suddenly making him turn to face her. "They betrayed us, they supported the Bolton's in subjugating the North and they raised their banners against us when we went into battle" she reminded him. "We can never trust them again, they should pay for their crimes" she insisted much to Littlefinger's interest glad to see there were cracks he could exploit between Sansa and her Brother.

"They are children Sansa and could not go against their Father's just as we would not have dared go against ours, it is wrong to punish them for the choices of people who had power over them" Jon shot back annoyed she was arguing with him in front of the Lords and Lady Mormont. "Our Father would never have punished children for the crimes of their family and nor will I, my decision is made Sansa" he stated and hoped she would not push on.

Sansa glared at him before shaking her head and looking away clearly annoyed with his choice, but he felt this was the right thing to do. Both House Karstark and House Umber had served faithfully for years before turning on them for reasons that he could understand even if he did not agree with them, in the case of Harold Karstark he had turned due to Robb executing his Father Rickard whilst Smalljon Umber had turned due to his hatred of the Wildlings and wanted to destroy them after he had brought them over the wall.

"Lord Glover, Lord Manderly and Lady Mormont I appoint you all as my official council alongside my Sister from this point onwards" Jon stated moving on to the last bit of business he wanted to conduct before he could finally turn in and try and get his head around been made King.

He glanced at Baelish and noted how angry he looked at this turn of events and almost felt an urge to smile, but managed to withhold it as that was one Lord who would not be getting any power within the North if he could help it. Just looking at the man made him distrust him, and Sansa's halted story only enforced his distrust, he knew she had held things back from him but he could imagine what she was leaving out.

"The hospitality of Winterfell is offered to all who intend to stay for however long they wish, I thank you all for coming" Jon told them all after Lord Glover, Manderly and Lady Mormont stood and accepted his offer of becoming his council. "I wish you all a good night" he added before he turned and headed for the room he had stayed in when he was little hoping for a little time to himself.

He paused and headed over to where Ser Davos sat looking somewhat reflective and far away, he wondered he is was thinking of Stannis's daughter who he had loved and cared for as if she was his own. Burnt to death by the actions of Stannis on the recommendation of Melisandre, he felt some gratitude to the Red Priestess for bringing him back in time to help his last known living family but he would never forgive her for ordering the burning of a child which is why he had banished her from the North. Ser Davos looked up as his shadow passed over him and stood up as he approached, Jon had grown to like and trust the man since meeting him as he was wise and unlike Stannis not prone to rash choices.

"Your Grace is there something I can do for you?" Ser Davos inquired.

"I am making you my chief advisor Ser Davos, your advice and help has been invaluable to me and my Sister and I hope you will accept my offer" Jon responded with a small smile.

Ser Davos was somewhat surprised as he had believed Jon Snow would not require a Hand or chief advisor as Jon had frazed it as he had made three of his loyal Lords plus his Sister named as his council of advisors, it would seem he had been wrong and he was gratified to know his help and advice had been of help and appreciated. He had been somewhat lost after the loss of Princess Shireen, her death still very much haunted him and he wished he had not followed Stannis's command to leave his camp. He knew now why he had been ordered back to Castle Black, they had needed him out of the way because they knew under no circumstances would he allow harm to come to Shireen. Stannis's death had nearly broken him; he had believed in the man for so long and even lost his Son whilst they served him in the Battle of Blackwater, even with what he'd allowed to happen to Shireen his death had hurt. But he had become somewhat friendly with Jon during their time at Castle Black, and his death and the events leading up to his resurrection had revitalized him as he realised there was one last man who might help bring peace to the broken realm. His Sister's arrival at Castle Black had signalled Jon's return to the fight even if it was reluctantly, and he had sworn to follow and his time helping the two had only made his belief in Jon stronger. He no longer cared about Melisandre's supposed prophecies about a legendary saviour; he instead put his faith in the man he saw before him.

"I accept your offer your Grace, I thank you" he finally said as he realised Jon was still waiting for his answer.

"Excellent, have a good night Ser Davos" Jon nodded pleased he had accepted his offer before turning and exiting the hall to head to his room.

Ser Davos watched him leave and smiled as he watched Sansa quickly leave and follow her Brother out of the hall, sitting back he continued to drink his mug of ale and wondered just what he would do if he was lucky enough to survive this madness.

Jon entered his room to find it vastly unchanged from when he had last seen it, clearly even when the Bolton's had held the castle no one had used this particular room. Either due to it been so far out of the way of the normal bedrooms or just lack of interest in such a small room, even as he began to remove his cloak he heard someone come in behind him and knew instinctively it was Sansa and for reasons beyond him he wished Ghost was with him instead of been outside somewhere.

"Why are you still using your old room, your King of the North now Jon?" Sansa inquired in clear confusion. "You should be using Father's room" she pointed out.

"No Sansa I shouldn't, I would never feel comfortable using Father's room not least due to the fact it was also your Mother's room and we both know how she felt about me" Jon responded with a tired sigh as he placed his cloak on a chair and turned to face her. "It would be an insult to her to stay there, no this will do me King or not" he told her. "You should Father's room, you are Lady of Winterfell after all" he added with a small smile. "I take it you want to continue the discussion about the Karstarks and the Umbers?" he inquired.

"Jon I understand your view point I do, but they betrayed our family and spat on their oaths of loyalty and thus we should strip them of all their inheritance and power so they can never threaten us again" Sansa immediately argued wanting to put her view point forward once more. "Father and Robb both paid with their lives by doing the honourable and right thing, you have to do better than that if you are to survive" she insisted heatedly. "If we are to survive" she added.

"I will not act against children Sansa, they are not responsible for the actions of their Father's just like you were not responsible for ending up married to two men who were from Families who are now our Families greatest enemies" Jon countered. "You never sought those marriages but were forced to go through with them by other people, yet there are some in the North who still look at you warily due to those marriages" he pointed out to her. "Losing control of their lands and castles for ten years should be enough to bring them back into line, both Lord Hornwood and Lord Mazin will make good wardens for them and we know they are loyal to us and they will do all they can to ensure Alys Karstark and Ned Umber are loyal to us as well" he finished as he sat down warily. "My choice is made and you will need to accept it, I value your council but on this I disagree with your viewpoint" he told her. "Both the Karstarks and the Umbers served our family for generations Sansa, punishing them so severely for a brief fall out due to personal differences and personal anger is wrong" he continued. "The Karstarks turned on us due to Robb executing Rickard and as for Smalljon Umber he turned due to his hatred of the Wildlings and wanted to destroy them" he finished.

"Did you forget that in order for Smalljon Umber to forge his alliance with Ramsey he turned over our Brother Rickon and Shaggydog resulting in both of them dying, hell our Brother died in your arms" Sansa reminded him angrily.

"And didn't you tell me our Brother was already dead during one of our planning sessions before the battle, as if you had already given him up" Jon shot back getting angry but trying to suppress it. "Do you remember that boy I mentioned hanging the one Bran's age?" he inquired taking her by surprise by changing the subject.

"Yes I do but what does that have to do with anything?" Sansa asked confused by the sudden turn in topics.

"Before he turned on me with Thorne and the rest he was my Steward as I had been Joer Mormont's, during the battle for castle Black against the Wildlings he murdered the woman I loved a Wildling woman called Ygritte" Jon confessed still feeling the ache of Ygritte's loss even now. "A part of me would never forgive him for shooting the fatal arrow that killed her, the rest understood that he did it to avenge his family who had been slaughtered in a previous Wildling raid" he informed her standing up and moving closer to her. "Smalljon Umber lost a brother and a cousin to raids by Wildlings and he had a Sister who suffered an even worse fate in that she was captured and well I think you know what they did" he trailed off and evaded saying the word as he noted the dark look that grew in Sansa's eyes. "Even after she was rescued she was never the same, no he had plenty of reason to hate the Wildlings and want revenge which is why a part of me understands why he did what he did, the rest of me will never forgive him for it but his son had nothing to do with his choices as he is younger than Bran by two years" he stated.

Sansa stared at Jon trying to work through everything he had just told her but found she could think of nothing to say, he was right in one major thing their Father would never punish children for the actions of their parents or other family members. Letting out a sigh she backed off and decided perhaps she was been a little too aggressive, he was also right in that the Umbers and the Karstarks had been loyal for generations. Also during the fight to take Winterfell back many of the houses had refused to aide them, only the smaller houses had stepped up to help and yet she had not pushed Jon to punish those who had not helped them.

"Okay Jon I will accept your choice here but you must be careful not to allow your sense of justice and willingness to do what is right lead you into danger like it did Robb and Father, you are a King now and you have to act with your head and not with your heart" Sansa warned him even as she conceded his point.

"I don't know if I can Sansa but I am sure I can count on you to caution me if I get a little too caught up in my sense of justice" Jon replied as his anger eased off and he smiled at her.

"Of course I will, I'll leave you to get some sleep Jon" Sansa assured him just as Ghost finally padded into the room glancing at them both before lying down near the open fireplace where a soft fire burned.

Sansa left the room letting him close and lock the door and continue to get ready for bed, removing his sword belt he placed it in easy reach of his bed. Even now that Winterfell had been retaken he would take no chances, been murdered by his own NIghtswatch brothers had made him wary of blind trust. He knew Ghost would sleep lightly but still best not to take chances especially with someone like Baelish in the castle, letting out a tired yawn he climbed into his bed and quickly fell into a fitful slumber.

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(Dragonstone)

Daenerys Targaryen slowly walked through the empty castle of her forbears feeling tiny shivers of unease sweep over her as she went, even with Tyrion, Missandei, Varys, Greyworm and her Dothraki guards accompanying the castle made her feel uneasy and hesitant but she pushed on until finally entering the great hall where the ancestral throne of her family lay. The throne had once been Aegon the Conquers before he had started his full conquest of Westeros; she wondered why the castle had been deserted? Considering its importance as a costal strongpoint, Tyrion had informed her that the previous Lord who had held the castle had been Stannis Baratheon, Stannis had been one of the rival claimants for the Iron Throne but according to Vary's messengers had perished in the North with his army. What confused her was why had he not at least left some of his people in charge of the castle so he could fall back in case of defeat, clearly Stannis had decided to abandon what had once been his home go all out in his attempt to win the throne which made him seem like a fool in her eyes. Trailing a hand over the throne she sat down briefly before remembering what Viserys had told her about the castle where she was born, she stood and headed behind the throne to find the big table that held a map of Westeros and figures representing each of the noble houses from each hold.

"Lord Varys I want you to contact your spies and gather all you can of what has happened whilst we've been at sea" she commanded turning to the bald spymaster.

"Of course my Lady" Varys responded not surprised she wanted an update as they had been at sea for at least a week maybe more, a lot could have happened in that time as he well knew.

"Greyworm, have your men search and secure the castle and surrounding area" Dany instructed turning to her loyal Unsullied commander who snapped a short nod before he turned and exited the room to do as ordered.

"I am surprised Stannis left the castle deserted" Tyrion mused as he looked around. "Most Lords I know would ensure to protect their family home beyond all else, even if he was going all in on his latest attempt for power it makes no sense for him to leave Dragonstone unguarded" he added with a shake of his head.

"From what I know about Stannis he listened to only two people the man they call the Onion Knight Ser Davos and the red priestess who has been by his side since the war of the five kings began" Varys spoke up. "It is entirely possible one of them advised a full evacuation, that to win the throne meant taking all of his supporters with him and that this castle was not nessacary anymore" he suggested.

"Then he was a fool to listen to such bad advice, granted I only met the man once during a brief visit he made to King's Landing but still he never struck me as been a fool" Tyrion shot back with a shake of his head.

"No he did not strike one as a fool, forgive me for bringing it up my lady but I remember he won quite a few battles during the rebellion and was supposed to be a sound tactician" Varys agreed glancing at Daenerys when he mentioned the rebellion but she waved him on clearly wanting to hear his knowledge of the man even if he was now dead. "But that was before this red priestess came to him, we do not know how he might have changed under her council as he very rarely visited King's Landing due to his bad relationship with his brother" he concluded.

"I suppose I should be thankful it was deserted as it makes it easier for use it as a starting point for my conquest of Westeros" Dany mused as looked over the map.

For reasons that confused her she found her gaze wondering to the Northern section of the map, she remembered her vision of King's Landing swallowed in ice and snow and could not shake the sense the North would be important in the coming struggle. Still once Lord Varys had finished gathering all the goings on from his many spies she would know what was going on everywhere, especially in the North.

"Indeed your grace, once we are fortified and know how the rest of the Kingdom stands we can begin to plan where to strike first" Tyrion stated as he nodded in agreement.

"Perhaps your grace we should discuss how we may take King's Landing without too much bloodshed" Varys suggested. "From the last message I received from my little birds is that Cersei Lannister is growing more and more isolated and power mad, her utter destruction of the great Sept is proof of this" he continued. "She used wildfire that your Father hid under the city years ago, the same wildfire he planned to burn the city to ashes at the end of the rebellion" he reminded her gently. "This act burned every Tyrell present to death along with the high sparrow and his agents along with a dozen other high born lords and ladies and hundreds of innocent civilians who were standing outside the sept" he added. "This act caused King Tommen to commit suicide and she had herself crowned Queen before his blood was even cold" he paused before continuing knowing the news of his nephew's death due to his Sisters madness had to be hard for Tyrion to hear.

Indeed Tyrion growled and closed his eyes in rage as he realised the last of his family that he truly cared for apart from Jamie was now dead, dead because his Father and Sister cared more for power than they ever did for family as they claimed. He could barely fathom how Jamie would be feeling once the news reached him; Cersei had destroyed the sept in revenge for what the high sparrow had made her do. He remembered weeks before they set sail the news that Cersei had been arrested and then made to do a walk of atonement naked through the streets; he could well imagine how enraged that had made his Sister. He had no doubt she was capable of such cold blooded murder as she was far more like Father than he or Jamie ever were, and Marcella and Tommen had now paid the price for her actions. Jamie too had paid a high price when he had his hand cut off in the war Cersei and her monster of a son Joffrey had started, a war that had consumed so many lives and even whole families and for what? He asked himself as he opened his eyes and turned and picked up a pitcher of wine and poured himself a drink.

"Tommen did not deserve to die for my Sisters sins" he all but snarled before downing his wine.

"No he did not my friend, he was the complete opposite of Joffrey, Cersei, Robert Baratheon and forgive me for saying so even your Father your grace" Varys agreed sympathetically whilst Dany looked on in sorrow for her Hand's pain. "He was probably the best King the kingdom has had for two generations and sadly he never really had a claim to the throne anyway, but my reason for bringing this up is that if we attack King's Landing we cannot possibly ignore the fact she may employ wildfire not only against us but against the people within the city" he cautioned them.

"You believe she would enact the same type of plan my Father was supposed to have been planning before he was killed by the Kingslayer?" Dany inquired turning to look at Varys.

"Cersei is paranoid, power mad and desperate as your Father was before her so yes I think it is a concern she may try and burn the city to the ground just to spite you" Varys responded. "And sadly I do not think we can rely on Jamie Lannister killing her as he did your Father, not least because even after all she has done he still loves his Sister" he added with a sigh. "Tommen's death can be laid at her hands as well as Marcella's and yet he still refuses to see the monster she has become, refuses to see the danger she represents to the kingdom" he states with an annoyed yet confused look.

"My Sister wrapped Jamie around her finger long ago Varys, they have been tangled together for so long I doubt Jamie would know what to do with himself if she ever decided to cut him out of her life" Tyrion said before pouring himself another glass of wine and quickly downing it. "I am sure she put a spin on things that blinds Jamie in seeing that it was her actions that caused the death of his last child, no I fear he may be fully lost if something does not snap him out of his blind love and loyalty to Cersei" he mused sadly as he really did not want his Brother to die.

Out of all his family his Brother had always been closest and had never had the same hatred for him that their Father and Sister always had, nor had he ever blamed him for the death of their Mother understanding that it was out of all their hands. Childbirth was always a very risky thing for any woman to go through; it was always a coin toss whether the birth would be successful or fail in some way. Sadly for their Mother the coin had fallen against her surviving and he had ended up a dwarf shunned and hated by the majority of his family.

"We have time to plan how to take King's Landing for now we should focus on finding out what the state of Westeros is so we can plan our first move" Dany cut in gaining both their attention before nodding at each of them and then turned and left with Missandei and her Dothraki guards confident both her advisors would get straight to work.

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(King's Landing)

Jamie Lannister poured himself a large glass of wine and then collapsed into a chair trying to wrap his mind over what had happened in the last week, his mind felt bloated from the chaos he had seen and heard. First he still felt some self-loathing in helping the Frays of all people reconquer Riverrun from the Blackfish; he despised the Frays as parasites who had help commit one of the most brutal acts he had ever seen. That his own Father had been the mastermind behind that act still chilled him, the Starks and their banner men had deserved better. Hell Ned Stark had deserved better than having his head cut off in front of his daughter due to the insanity of Joffrey, he had tried to ignore that his son was just as crazy and cruel as Aerys had been before he had killed him but now he could no longer ignore the fact. They had attended that damn wedding in good faith and been slaughtered like cattle by people they had trusted, only his Brother Tyrion had truly been against the Red Wedding no matter that it had won them the war. Now he knew from dispatches the Starks once more ruled the North and the Boltons the third party involved in the Red Wedding were now an extinct family. Somehow Ned Stark's bastard Jon Snow had rallied the North and with an army of Wildlings and Knights of the Vale had annihilated Ramsey Bolton and his army and retaken Winterfell, at least he knew Sansa Stark had finally found safety and he could count part of his vow to see the Stark Sisters home complete. He also now knew the Dragon Queen Daenerys Targaryen had finally returned to Westeros with an army made up of unsullied mercenaries and crazed Dothraki on horseback not to mention her three Dragons, so now they once more faced two powerful armies from two different directions. She also seemed to have some sort of alliance with the Ironborn, as it was their ships that had brought them across the sea. Then of course they were the events closer to home, Cersei in an act of complete madness used wildfire to destroy the great sept murdering the majority of their allies in the Tyrell family, the High Sparrow and nearly all his followers plus a dozen other lords in attendance and the innocent civilians outside the Sept and the surrounding area. It was an act that like that he had been forced him to kill Aerys when he ordered King's Landing to be burnt to the ground with wildfire during the end phase of the rebellion, so now he had to ask himself what would he have done had he been in King's Landing at the time she thought up this plan. Would he have been able to stop her from setting her plan in motion, would he have been able to kill her to avoid such destruction and death? He just didn't know.

Downing his wine he stared out of the window wondering just when the madness would end, since Robert Baratheon's Death the world had turned to madness and it seemed there was no sense of it ending anytime soon and more and more people would die due to said madness. How had it all gone to hell so quickly, perhaps had Joffrey not executed Ned Stark things might be a little better of as he would have been a valuable hostage to hold against Robb Stark more than likely preventing him taking arms against them? A sudden knock on his door roused him to his feet and he opened it to find a servant outside who told him that the Queen wanted to see him, he almost felt like sneering at Cersei's new title as she had no claim to it and no right by blood to sit on the Iron Throne but he managed to stop himself from doing so. That bastard former Maester Qyburn the supposed hand of the Queen had spies everywhere and he knew that the man wanted to get rid of him, best not to give him any advantage. Arriving in the throne room he noted Cersei on the Iron throne and as had become normal the Mountain stood to one side of her ready to kill anyone who threatened her and Qyburn stood on her other side, he looked like a parasite waiting to whisper his poison in his Sister's ears at a moment's notice.

"You requested my presence" he stated keeping a hand close to his sword for reasons that were beyond him or perhaps it was because he no longer fully trusted Cersei in her current state of mind.

"Yes we need to start planning how we are to defeat our latest enemies, the Dragon whore and now the North once more needs to be pacified because that moron Roose Bolton and his son couldn't hold on to what we gave them" Cersei spat in annoyance as if that should have been obvious. "What's worse is this was brought about by that little bitch that helped kill my son and her bastard Brother who should have died long ago, they barely had an army and yet they prevailed because the Vale came to their aid led by that conniving cunt Littlefinger so as commander of my army how do you propose we deal with this situation?" she vented and Jamie noted the small smirk that played on Qyburn's face at the way his Sister was acting making him want to pull his sword and removed the bastard's head.

"The North are no threat right now Cersei, the entire area is a mess caused not least by Ramsey Bolton's actions" Jamie responded simply. "Their army if you can call it that was savaged in the fight to retake Winterfell, and Littlefinger will not just allow Sansa Stark and Jon Snow to use his troops as they see fit as they are his power and due to that power he holds the upper hand over them and will be more than content using them to rule the North" he added. "Most of their most able commanders are already dead, Jon Snow from what I've heard is a capable warrior but he is not a capable leader and as a bastard has no chance of been proclaimed the new Lord of Winterfell and I doubt they'll trust Sansa Stark either after her marriages to two well-known enemies of the North" he reasoned. "We should focus on the Targaryen girl and her forces; they are the much bigger threat especially if she has three Dragons as reported" he concluded.

"So you advise me to just ignore the North and allow that murdering bitch and her bastard Brother to escape punishment for raising rebellion against my rule" Cersei said in an ice cold tone. "That is unacceptable, they must pay with their lives" she insisted with a wild look in her eye.

"We cannot and must not fight a war on two fronts, we need to focus on the more dire threat and that comes from the Targaryen girl and her army which is more organised and does have capable commanders who know how to lead and rage war" Jamie countered in growing frustration.

He had never believed Sansa Stark had anything to do with the death of Joffrey, sure she had plenty of reason to want his son dead after all the torture and humiliation she had been put through at Joffrey's hands. But she had never struck him as a girl capable of murder, the deaths of her Father, Brother and Mother plus the reported deaths of her younger Brothers at the hands of Theon Greyjoy had all but broken her. Of course suggesting that to his Sister was pointless as it had been trying to convince her that Tyrion had not done the deed either, she would not listen and her hatred at both were too deeply ingrained.

"If she has Dragons with her as reported we are in serious danger my Queen" Jamie just managed to stop himself from calling her by name as he had quickly learned she did not like to be addressed as anything but Queen or your grace when in a public setting. "They could burn our army to dust in a heartbeat, we need a weapon capable of fighting such creatures" he told her.

"My Queen as much as I know you would like to finally claim your revenge against the Stark girl for killing your son I must regretfully concur with your Ser Jamie, Daenerys Targaryen will not wait long before advancing on us and my latest report suggest your Brother Tyrion is with her" Qyburn finally interrupting gaining Cersei's attention immediately.

Jamie was stunned by the news that their Brother was with the Dragon Queen, hell even the possibility he had joined forces with her was stunning to him. He was even more stunned by the fact the Targaryen girl had not burnt him to cinder for what their Father had done to her family, so what had he offered that had convinced her to spare him and allow him to join her.

"He dares join our enemy, does his evilness know no bounds" Cersei hissed in outrage and hatred. "Was it not enough that he killed our Father and poisoned my Son, now he aides the Dragon whore in trying to destroy what's left of our family" she raged.

"I have already begun to construct designs for a weapon that will have the ability to bring down her Dragons if she does indeed have them" Qyburn assured her. "I should have a working prototype within the next few weeks my Queen" he added with a sinister smile that set Jamie's blood boiling. "I believe we have time as Daenerys Targaryen and her followers will first need to know the state of affairs in Westeros, that will take time to gather and then they must choose a target to strike first and we must be ready to respond when they do" he finished.

Cersei remained quiet for a few minutes as she considered the advice she had gotten and even though she still wanted Sansa's head for now she would listen and focus on the more immediate threat, but one day she would have her revenge on the red headed bitch for what she helped do to her beloved son Joffrey.

"Very well we will focus for now on the Dragon whore, have your weapon ready as quickly as possible" she said to Qyburn who bowed in acceptance of her order. "Jamie, consult with the other commanders on where she might strike first and prepare a response for when she does and ensure whoever leads said response is a capable commander" she added. "You're dismissed" she stated coldly.

Grimacing at the coldness of her tone in dismissing him he bowed before turning and exiting the room, he was at least thankful they had convinced Cersei not to fight a war on two fronts. If they had failed then he was certain they would have been doomed, there was no way in hell they could have successfully fought both the Northern army which once assembled would still be pretty formidable and the forces of the Dragon Queen. Heading back to his quarters he wondered yet again how Tyrion had integrated himself into the Dragon Queen's court, he supposed he shouldn't be too surprised as he had always been good at diplomacy. He then remembered that Tyrion had murdered their Father and he felt the same anger he had felt when it had happened, he really did not know how he would react to seeing his little Brother again.

+TWATD+

(The Twins)

Walder Frey sat alone at his high table awaiting his evening meal wondering yet again where his two idiot elder sons were after summoning them, they should have reported back by now. Movement made him turn to see a rather attractive serving wench come towards him with his meal and a goblet of line, smirking he quickly realised that this wench was not one of his daughters or a part of his extended family much to his interest. He watched as she put his goblet down and then his plate which had a very nice slice of pie on it that smelt wonderful, he felt his stomach grumble with hunger.

"I don't recognise you girl, you're not one of my family are you?" he inquired as he took a deep gulp of his wine before he began to eat his pie.

"No my Lord I am not, I come from the small village just beyond the southern end of the Twins" the girl responded easily.

Walder nodded knowing there was indeed a village where she had indicated and he wondered which of his Sons had hired her, slapping her arse he failed to note the angered look that flashed quickly through her features before she regained control of herself. He ate at least several bites of pie before he realised once more that his Sons were still not present making him snarl in anger, he hated to be kept waiting.

"Where the hell are my Son's Black Walder and Lothar, they should be here by now" he demanded to know. "What are they doing cutting their cunt hairs, tell them to come here right now" he ordered barely paying any attention to the look in the girl's eyes.

"They are already present my Lord" the girl answered with a smile that irked him before he frowned at her.

"Where?" Walder demanded to know as he looked around the empty hall.

"Here" the girl pointed out and with her hand pointed straight at the pie he had just been eating.

Feeling a sudden cold vice grip him he looked down at the pie in horror, using his fingers he pulled the top of the pie of to reveal pieces of actual human beings like finger nails and teeth inside the pie making him feel sick.

"I had a very difficult time carving them up to make this pie especially Black Walder" the girl told him with a wicked smile making him very nervous.

He then watched in complete shock as the girl seemed to rip her own face off only to reveal another beneath it, the girl now looked shorter than she had before with medium hair coming down to the top of her neck and now had brown eyes instead of the green eyes she'd once had.

"I want you to know that, my name is Arya Stark daughter of Catelyn Stark and Sister to Robb Stark who you helped butcher along with his newly pregnant Wife and his loyal Lords and bannermen" the girl said with eyes that now showed barely contained rage. "I want you to know that the last thing you are going to see before you die is a Stark looking down at you as the life leaves your body, this is for my Family and for the North" she added.

At hearing the name the girl claimed he knew his life was in mortal peril and quickly tried to flee but he was not fast enough as she grabbed him and pulled him back down, quicker than he could blink a dagger appeared and before he could do anything she sliced it across his throat and even as his life blood began to spurt out of his neck he recalled watching the same thing happen to Catelyn Stark. He struggled weakly grasping at his neck as his body became weaker and weaker, his last sight was just as the girl stated her face watching him die.

Arya Stark smiled as she watched the last twitch of Walder Frey's body feeling truly that revenge for the murder of her Mother, Brother and unknown Sister in Law and her baby had been nearly avenged. But she was not done just yet, there were still too many Frey's who'd had a hand in murdering her Family and she would not leave until they too paid the price of their cowardly act of murder. Looking down at Walder Frey's body she suddenly had a very good idea of how she could ensure the rest of the Frey's died without going through them one at a time, in a sense Walder Frey was going to help her destroy the male line of his house.