Chapter 11-Where there is Smoke there is Fire

Daenerys Targaryen found herself questioning, not for the first time, if she was dead and in one of the Seven Hells for the actions of her brother Viserys. She had endured many hardships since being introduce to her future husband Khal Drogo and each new hardship became worse with each passing moment. First, the marriage to Khal Drogo was not what she would call wonderful, at least first. Over time, Daenerys grew to love him along with the people in his horde.

Only for Viserys to be insulting, belittling her, hitting her, and trying to use Daenerys to get what he wanted the entire time. And not just her, but Khal Drogo, his horde, the very Dothraki culture itself. Fortunately, Viserys found his ability to torment Daenerys to get what he wanted had vanished when she stood up to him. Not to mention the men in the horde, who were all loyal to Khal Drogo, would not allow him to her Daenerys in the first place.

This leading up to Viserys dying a painful death after calling his sister a whore, slut, and putting the point tip of his sword to the belly of Daenerys where the future son of Khal Drogo slumbered. Naturally, Khal Drogo did not take too kindly to Viserys threatening his unborn son and Heir, who if the prophecy rang true, would be the Khal of Khals and would one day mount the world.

So Khal Drogo had him killed in a violent display worthy of any Khal by pouring hot and melted gold on Viserys with his head sporting the "golden crown" the Targaryen Prince had been promised.

Then came the attempt assassination attempt by the man who tried to poison her on the command of the Usurper, Robert Baratheon. It was thanks to Ser Jorah that such a plan had failed with the assassin being turned to a slave, stripped of clothing, pride, and his very life for the attempt on her life.

It would have been more merciful to have the assassin's head cleaved from his body. But Daenerys knew her husband well enough by that point to know anyone who crossed him would not be given a clean death.

Violence was the Dothraki way when dealing with enemies, assassins, and treason from within a Khal's own ranks.

Which was what happened with the latter of the three when one of Khal Drogo's blood riders felt Drogo was getting soft due to his wife's actions. They fought and naturally, Khal Drogo won the death match with only a single wound to his chest.

Daenerys didn't know her act of mercy or that one wound would bring about so many poor things to befall her soon after. One of the woman she had taken pity on was a witch who used blood magic to cripple her husband. Even worse, she tricked Daenerys to use additional blood magic to "heal" Drogo, but the end result was putting him a catatonic state, and losing their child at the same time as result.

When Daenerys demanded why the witch did what she did after saving the elderly woman from being raped by Drogo's men, the witch simply said it was to prevent the legacy of such a cruel man from existing. It didn't matter to the witch if Daenerys had saved her from being violated. What did matter was Khal Drogo's bloodline ended with him and the stillborn son to punish them for sacking her village.

In retaliation, Daenerys would ensure the woman suffered for this betrayal by burning her alive next to Drogo's form. The witch was defiant, stating she wouldn't scream out in pain from this, but Daenerys knew she would scream.

All screamed when touched by the power of fire.

And the end result? Drogo dead. The witch was dead. But Daenerys herself? She was alive! Alive and holding three born dragon babies. Each one of them now her children. Each one born from fire, ash, and her very blood.

They were without question...her children.

Unfortunately, with Khal Drogo's death came the loss of most of the horde with few staying behind to witness Daenerys being "reborn" from the flame with her dragons. So with what people she had left, Daenerys traveled further East to the Red Wastes, hoping to find food, water, and shelter for her small Khalasar.

Only to find none.

Even her most trusted advisor, Ser Jorah, had been unable to provide little comfort in this situation since the man had never been this far into the land that was Essos. Fortunately, he knew of the places, and the people who did live this far.

"Are you certain Ser Jorah?" asked Daenerys with the knight in question nodding.

"Yes Khaleesi. If we are to survive past the Red Wastes and not become part of it, the city of Qarth is the only chance for us," said Ser Jorah.

"Will they meet with us?" asked Daenerys while she and her Khalasar were headed in that direction.

"They might. Especially if they hear a Dothraki Horde is heading toward them with three dragons," said Ser Jorah with Daenerys looking back at her "horde".

It was mostly women and children, but a few good warriors among them. Not enough to bring the fear to the leaders of Qarth. But maybe enough to be granted an audience with them.

Something she needed. One chance to gain access to the inside of the city in order to receive food, drink, and a soft bed to sleep in for the night.

As they walked through the Red Wastes toward Qarth, the sky above them became dark and stormy. Lightning flashed through the sky, winds picked up, and howled in an almost unnatural way with Daenerys taking several steps back with her Khalasar doing the same. Worry and fear filled their faces when the storm intensified, sending out flashes of what they considered unusual lightning that was a sinister orange color with one particular bolt of energy hitting the ground.

And yet, just as the violent storm came with a massive roar, it left in a whimper with the skies clearing as if what they just saw never happened. Curiosity getting the best of her, Daenerys walked to where the lightning struck the ground, barely hearing the warning from Ser Jorah to be careful.

And what she saw surprised her.

A young man with smoky gray hair, wearing a strange gray and black uniform of some kind was on the ground. His face had a gray mask covering half of his face, but it was clear the man belonged to something secretive.

"Careful Khaleesi. He is dangerous," warned Ser Jorah while his hand was on his sword and staring at the man with concern.

"How do you know? Do you know him?" asked Daenerys while Ser Jorah walked in front of her.

"I don't know him personally, but I know the clan he represents. The Lin Kuei," replied Ser Jorah with Daenerys looking shocked.

"The Lin Kuei? As is the assassin clan back in Westeros? The same one led by the man you called the Grandmaster?" asked Daenerys while wondering if this man was here to assassinate her, but was caught in that horrible storm.

"The very same. I met the man on many occasions. His uniform is similar to this one with color being the only real difference," said Ser Jorah while eyeing the downed man with extreme caution.

"A high ranking assassin among the Lin Kuei perhaps. Given how the Usurper wishes me dead, it would be within his power to hire the Lin Kuei for such a job. After the last one failed to kill me, it only stands to reason a more skilled assassin come to killing someone like myself," said Daenerys while Ser Jorah was slightly more skeptical.

"Maybe Khaleesi. But I find it odd for one of them to be here in the middle of the Red Wastes without food, water, or some form of shelter to keep the environment from killing him. Not to mention the storm just now. It was not natural. Storms do not manifest in the Red Wastes. Not now. Not ever," said Ser Jorah before the man on the ground stirred.

"Where...Where am I? Who are you?" asked the raspy voice of the man on the ground and tried to stand.

"You are in the land of Essos. At the moment, we are in the desert area called the Red Wastes," answered Ser Jorah while the man frowned and looked at his surroundings in surprise and confusion.

"Essos? Red Wastes? Never heard of them," said the man before he turned to face Ser Jorah and Daenerys.

"I am surprised the Grandmaster would send such an experience member of the Lin Kuei here to kill me," accused Daenerys with the warrior looking shocked.

"Grandmaster? The Lin Kuei? They are here? Who is the Grandmaster? Surely its not Sektor?" asked the figure with Ser Jorah frowning.

"No. The Grandmaster is Kuai Liang. He also goes by another name by some due to his powers and abilities over ice," said Ser Jorah with the man in front of him looking even more surprised.

"Kuai Liang? Sub-Zero? He's the Grandmaster now?" asked the figure with Ser Jorah nodding.

"So you know him? You are Lin Kuei?" asked Daenerys with the figure nodding.

"I was once part of the Lin Kuei. I haven't been one for...some time. But to hear Sub-Zero is now the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei is good news indeed. Better him over that fool Sektor," said the figure with a bit of anger in his voice.

"How did you get here?" asked Daenerys while the figure ran a hand through his gray hair.

"I don't know. I was...engaged in combat. I was...fighting Raiden in one on one combat and the next...I find myself here," said the figure while Ser Jorah and Daenerys looked confused.

"Who is Raiden?" asked Daenerys while the figure looked back at them in confusion.

"He the Thunder God and God Protector of Earthrealm. Or at least...he was its protector until certain events corrupted him. Now he's all war mongering and filled with paranoia," answered the figure with Daenerys and Ser Jorah looking skeptical.

"You fought a God? A God made of lightning?" asked Daenerys while wondering if the man in front of her had lost his mind.

"An angry God made of lightning. I had heard rumors how he fought Sub-Zero years ago, only for my old friend to vanish somehow during the fighting. He must have ended up here in your realm. Far away from Raiden's influence and wrath. It is the only thing I can think of that explains how my old friend can still be alive," answered the figure with Ser Jorah turning to talk to Daenerys in secret.

"I think he is telling the truth Khaleesi," said Ser Jorah with Daenerys looking surprised by how the knight accepted the stranger's words.

"How can you be sure Ser Jorah?" asked Daenerys curiously in a whisper.

"This man's story while far fetched, does make some sense from what I heard about how the Grandmaster's suddenly appeared in the North during your Father's time as King. It was said the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei was found at Winterfell after a sudden storm appeared and left," whispered Ser Jorah while Daenerys was still unsure.

"Even still, the man said he fought a God. A God made of lightning. Have you ever heard of this Raiden?" questioned Daenerys with Ser Jorah shaking his head.

"No. But considering the unnatural storm that occurred just now and finding him, there must be some truth to his words," whispered Ser Jorah while Daenerys looked unsure.

"Can we trust him?" asked Daenerys while Ser Jorah seemed to be weighing things in his mind.

"If he is a friend of the Grandmaster, I would say yes. Having such an ally might help us gain the Lin Kuei as an ally in the future," whispered Ser Jorah with Daenerys thinking it over.

"We are traveling to the city of Qarth. We would like to enlist your services in protecting us. Do you accept?" offered Daenerys with the figure thinking it over.

"Considering I am in a foreign land with no way back to my realm and my old friend is somewhere in this one, why not. Besides, if you have some idea of the Lin Kuei and my old friend Sub-Zero, it must means he's had success in rebuilding it," said the man while Ser Jorah nodded while Daenerys remained unreadable.

"What is your name?" asked Daenerys at last.

"My name is Tomas Vrbada, but my Lin Kuei name when among the clan is Smoke, at your service," said Smoke before he gave the woman a bow.

"Smoke? How did you get that name from the Lin Kuei?" asked Ser Jorah with Smoke smiling behind his mask.

"Because of my skills with smoke that I produce from my body," said Smoke before he vanished in a puff of smoke and reappeared several feet away before coming back in another puff of smoke.

"Impressive," said Ser Jorah with Smoke nodding.

"That's minor compared to some of my other abilities I can use with my powers when necessary," replied Smoke with Daenerys giving him a smile.

"Powers which we might need should the rulers of Qarth refuse to help us," commented Daenerys with Ser Jorah nodding in agreement and Smoke smirking once more behind his mask.

"If they are stupid enough refuse, I will remind them that where there is smoke, there is fire," said Smoke with Daenerys smiling further.

"Where there is smoke, there is fire and blood," corrected Daenerys with Smoke letting out a chuckle.

He was beginning to like this woman.

(City of Qarth-Sometime Later)

As expected, Daenerys was met by the Thirteen, who ruled the city of Qarth equally in a Council where the majority in a vote got what they wanted. Of course, most of the votes made were unanimous when a decision was ever made on an issue so there was little in terms of disagreements among the group. Each member of the Thirteen were all well dressed men, jewels on their hands, neck, ears, and other parts of their body to show the wealth all of them possessed.

Smoke found them looking more flamboyant over being considered powerful. They were acting like exotic animals in a zoo, showing off their "unique" colors so everyone would admire and be envious of them.

He also felt they were incredibly rude and arrogant when meeting Daenerys for the first time and only seemed to be interested in meeting her rumored dragons. As if those three were the only thing of value she possessed within her Khalasar.

Still, seeing a Lin Kuei warrior with Daenerys did give them pause, which told Smoke they had heard of the Lin Kuei, and whatever stories about the clan since Sub-Zero was able to successfully rebuild it. Smoke would have to get in contact with his old friend in the future and hopefully speak to him on civil terms about to find out what happened to the cryomancer during the encounter with Raiden.

"Where I come from, guests are treated with respect and not insulted at the gates," said Daenerys while dealing with the Spice King, who had basically called her a liar (reading between the line of their conversation) when she didn't want to show him her dragons.

She wasn't a fool. She knew the moment the Spice King saw them up close, he would either grab one to hold it hostage or signal some men in hiding to ambush them to take what little she had by force. Ser Jorah had taught her that much when dealing with the Thirteen of Qarth and Smoke had even advised her never to reveal too much to people she did not know or else it would be taken from her in a backstabbing sneak attack.

"Then perhaps you should return and go back to where you came from. We wish you well on your journey," said the Spice King with an arrogant smile before turning around and walking away.

"What are you doing? You promised to receive me at your city upon my arrival," said a confused Daenerys while Smoke narrowed his eyes at the Spice King.

"And we did. Here you are. Here we are," answered the Spice King with his arrogant smile not leaving him.

"Meaning you twist the words of the arrangement to suit your needs. Not your guests. If this was a massive horde you would be more welcoming," commented Smoke with his eyes narrowing at the Spice King.

"But she doesn't have one. And just because a Lin Kuei warrior travels with her doesn't mean we should be any more accommodating to her," said the Spice King.

"Perhaps the Thirteen would be more receptive in letting the Khaleesi's horde into Qarth if they were suddenly reduced to twelve," commented Smoke while the Spice King face now had a scowl instead of a smirk.

"And threatening one of the Thirteen will only leave this horde to rot outside our walls with none of us here losing a good night's sleep over it," said the Spice King before he began walking away from them.

Only to find Smoke had manifested himself in front of him and grabbing the Spice King by the throat before squeezing it...hard!

"And I won't lose a night's sleep in crushing your fat throat where you stand," said Smoke while glaring into the eyes of the now frightened Spice King.

"W-Wait! Wait! Perhaps I-I was...too hasty in my assessment of the Khaleesi's small, yet no less impressive horde," pleaded the Spice King while Smoke didn't look convinced.

"I hate it when people lie to my face and beg for mercy when they would be gloating if positions were reversed. I can see into your soul. If she were all alone with just those three dragons, you would have her locked away in some room. You would personally ensure she was violated until a child was produced to be an heir made to control those three dragons as they grew," said Smoke while easily reading the man in front of him as a fat lecherous pig who saw women as tools and means to pleasure himself while he basked in his vast wealth.

As for the Spice King, he tried to struggle to get out the iron grip of the Lin Kuei warrior while making a wheezing sound with his ability to breathe being greatly diminished.

"Smoke, we need him alive. We can't afford to have them attack or leave us here to die," said Daenerys despite hearing what Smoke was saying and had a feeling his words were in fact true.

"There is no need for additional violence my friends. We will let you into our great city without further issue," said Xaro Xhoan Daxos, who came to them with a gentle smile while walking toward them.

"W-What?!" demanded/asked the Spice King while he struggled to breathe and glared at the tall dark skinned man like he had betrayed their most ancient traditions.

"The other Thirteen and myself feel they have mistreated this situation poorly. As such, we wish to make amends for it. I personally make this blood oath before you, Daenerys Targaryen, and state that you along with your Khalasar are most welcome where within our great city," said Xaro Xhoan Daxos before taking a blade and cutting his palm with it.

"You can't do this! As one of the Thirteen, we must all agree to let her in regardless of the blood oath made. I do not agree!" exclaimed the Spice King before Smoke's grip on his throat tightened.

"You have two choices fat man. Either you agree to let us in, or I snap your neck and the we go in anyway with the consent of the remaining twelve," threatened Smoke with the Spice now doing his best to nod before the hand on his throat finally released itself.

"We thank you for your hospitality," said Daenerys with a smile on her face before she along with the others behind her walked toward the city and ignored the gasping form of the Spice King on the ground.

And the hateful glare sent her way along with one aimed that the Lin Kuei warrior now walking by the Targaryen woman's side.

"Be mindful when here Lady Targaryen. You are a traveler in an unknown part of land and anyone here could be your friend or foe," whispered Smoke while Daenerys giving him a smirk.

"Does that include you?" asked Daenerys while Smoke let out a chuckle.

"Hardly. I am in the same boat as you right now. The only difference is that I have been trained to see who would be my enemy or friend," answered Smoke while Daenerys just nodded.

"I could use a good teacher in that field. Would you consider taking me on as a student in the art of seeing such deception?" asked Daenerys with Smoke glancing at her.

"I haven't had the chance to teach anyone," commented Smoke.

"That's okay. I never had someone around to teach me," countered Daenerys with Smoke let out a chuckle.

"It is said when the student is ready, the Master will appear. Time to see if those words ring true," said Smoke since he would find it interesting to see how things played out.

(Westeros-Lannister Camp)

Jamie was escorted to his Father's tent to see what the old lion wanted to see him about and was shocked how the older man looked absolutely furious upon entering. With a few strides toward his son, Tywin backhanded the boy in the face and caused him to stumble back, almost out of the tent itself. It was only because Tywin grabbed his son's armor plating and pulling him deeper into the tent that such an embarrassing thing didn't happen to Jamie.

"I never thought you could disappoint me in such a manner as you have now after my talk with Ned Stark in King's Landing," growled Tywin with Jamie looking stunned.

"You spoke with him? And he's still alive?" asked Jamie since he figured if anyone could kill a Hand and walk out of King's Landing, it would be his Father.

"I did and yes my son, Ned Stark is alive. The man wished to speak to me in a civil and private setting about what he has uncovered during his time in the city. At first, I thought about killing him in the Tower of the Hand, but considering how polite Lord Stark was about things, I decided to hear what he had to say. And he had quite a lot to say about certain things. About Jon Arryn. About Lord Baelish. About you and Cersei!" answered Tywin while his tone of voice on the seriousness of things increased by the time he had arrived at the last sentence.

"And you believed him?" asked Jamie with Tywin snarling slightly.

"Considering the evidence in front of me at the time when Ned Stark and I talked, it was difficult not to believe it. I didn't want to believe it. Part of me wanted to refute it. Part of me wanted to strangle Ned Stark right there on the spot for even saying what he said to me about you and Cersei," answered Tywin furiously.

"And yet here you are," said Jamie with Tywin's glare increasing.

"And here I am. Furious at you. Furious at Cersei. Furious at how my legacy is a mere breath away from being a total failure. It is bad enough that I find out you had such a vile incestuous relationship with your sister, but to have three children with her in the process is beyond the most horrifying thing that could happen to House Lannister," stated Tywin before shoving his son deeper into the tent.

"Surely you don't believe that Northern fool. There is no proof," said Jamie while trying to create doubt in his Father's accusations.

"Do you think I am fool? That I didn't have doubts when Ned Stark told me what his time in King's Landing uncovered? Unfortunately, my doubts left me when Ned Stark easily explained how the very proof of his claims was in Cersei's children. Proof in the book of House Lineages showing Robert having a strong seed to show his traits were dominant in any children he had above all other traits. The proof in Robert's long line of bastards he sired since his marriage to Cersei. Additional proof came from my own Maester, who has told me in detail about bloodlines, and how three blonde haired green eyed children could only be possible if both parents have the same traits!" exclaimed Tywin angrily and was so close to yelling at this point that he was sure people would have heard him if they were not sent away when Jamie first entered the tent.

"So Ned Stark knows. And yet no ravens have been sent out to smear House Lannister. It is clear that Ned Stark still fears our House too much to reveal it to the Seven Kingdoms. I say we kill him and the secret with dies with the man," said Jamie like it was the most clear cut answer and path for them to take.

"Do you think he is the only one who knows? What about those who conspired with you and Cersei to kill Jon Arryn? Even if you kill Ned Stark, it doesn't mean there won't be rumors? The people who conspired against Jon Arryn and Ned Stark to aid you will still know and keep it over your heads unless you do what they say," said Tywin to remind the younger man there were too many loose ends to tie up.

"And we will kill them too. And as for the people, you said it yourself. They are all mere sheep. The Lion does not care what the sheep think about us and our actions," countered Jamie with Tywin glaring at him.

"But other lions do. Other lions and those loyal to those lions do. Your actions risk the destruction of our House and it being mocked for countless generations to come if this comes to light," countered Tywin with Jamie looking frustrated.

"What would you have me do? I love Cersei. She is my sister. And yet her children are mine. You may not like it, but its true. Nothing will change that," said Jamie while Tywin looked ready to punch his son in the face again.

"Your children are bastards born from incest! They have no place in House Lannister. When this is over, I am going to have them sent away," said Tywin to the shock and horror on Jamie's face.

"What? Where?" asked Jamie since they were his children and feared for their lives.

"Somewhere and some place they can't bring shame to our House. Somewhere far away from me and Westeros as a whole," said Tywin before walking away from Jamie.

"No! I won't allow it," said Jamie furiously and it made Tywin turn around.

"You won't allow it? I am your Father and Lord of Casterly Rock. I rule our House and my word is law! Your bastard children will be sent away and will never be seen again by you or Cersei so long as a I live!" stated Tywin before walking away from his enraged son.

Only to receive a sword in his back and out the front of his body.

"I guess my children won't be leaving after all," whispered Jamie with mixed emotions on this.

"You...foolish...boy. You...are no son...of mine!" gasped Tywin before Jamie pulled out his sword and the old lion fell down to the grassy floor.

Dead.

"I am your son. I have always been your son. Which is why this is the only true way I can succeed you and take my place as Lord of House Lannister," whispered Jamie while he looked down at the dead body with sadness filling his voice since he just killed his own Father.

Jamie Lannister, new Lord of House Lannister, and the Kingslayer and (now) kinslayer.

Lannisters do not act like fools. Your Grandfather did and look what happened to him!

Tywin's words from Jamie's childhood echoed throughout his head, but now Lord of House Lannister couldn't think about them right now or what it meant for him. He needed to cover this up before someone came in here to spread the word about how Jamie was a kinslayer.

(King's Landing)

In the city of the King of the Seven Kingdoms, Hand of the King, Ned Stark was fairing no better. The Queen had made a move for the Iron Throne using her son and have him become King in order to instill Lannister might. Ned of course had stated Joffrey had no claim to the Iron Throne when in the middle of the throne room with City Watch around him and Petyr Baelish beside him. Ser Barristan was not around when this happened, as he had left the Kingsguard in order to lead a "quiet life of retirement", which the Queen, and the now appointed King Joffrey had granted him. Of course, Ned knew there was more to it, as the two men had spoke several days following Robert's death, and how the future of the Seven Kingdoms was at stake.

Ser Barristan knew he could not serve another cruel King. He had served one already for most of his young life and the rest into his soon to be elderly years serving a drunken one. His hopes and dreams of serving a King worthy of the Iron Throne once the Mad King no longer lived had ended at the Trident when Robert killed Rheagar Targaryen in battle.

Or so he thought.

Ser Barristan always had an eye for talent. His old eyes were still sharp just like how his skills with a sword were unmatched, even now. When Jon Stark had come to the city, the Kingsguard member saw the similarities between the young man and Rheagar Targaryen. So much that Ser Barristan wondered and looked over everything he knew of Ned Stark and what happened during Robert's Rebellion within his mind.

And concluded Jon Stark was not Ned Stark's recently legitimized son. But was in fact Rheagar's own son.

Jon is Rheagar's son, isn't he? The rightful Heir to the Iron Throne.

Ned Stark's nod of confirmation somehow manage to light a fire within Ser Barristan that day. A fire that had dulled over time from his service to the Mad King and serving Robert Baratheon when the man ruled for nearly two decades. Now it was back like never before and feeling a chance to redeem himself in the eyes of the Gods and the spirit of Rheagar himself.

But being part of the Kingsguard was now preventing him from doing what he could not do years ago. Hence why he requested leave from the Kingsguard, citing old age finally caching up him. Joffrey nor Cersei batted an eyelash or questioned his need for leaving the Kingsguard. Cersei thought he was too old and would eventually be unable to protect her son in the future. Why risk it? Joffrey thought the same way since he didn't want an old feeble man trying to protect him when Ser Barristan couldn't protect his Father from a boar when out hunting.

With his position in the Kingsguard removed, Ser Barristan had left the Capital to catch up with young Jon Stark, who had left the city with the other Stark bannermen, and Lord Stark's daughters. He would need to speak to the boy and to the Grandmaster on what the future held for the Seven Kingdoms.

Not realizing the parchment Ned Stark had given him before his departure would be key in the removal of the false King Joffrey Baratheon.

Ned Stark was fine with that. What he wasn't fine with right now was the City Watch had turned on him and Petyr Baelish had a certain knife to his throat.

"I told you not to trust me," said Petyr with a smug look on his face.

"I never did trust you Lord Baelish. Did you think I don't know what you did? How you helped kill Jon Arryn? Who helped you do it? Your pawn in the Vale has been caught and removed. I made sure your actions were known to all of the High Lords of the Seven Kingdoms. No one will protect you outside of this city Lord Baelish. You are alone," said Ned with a small smile of his own with Petyr snarling slightly in rage.

"I should kill you right here for that," said Petyr while pressing the dagger closer to Ned's throat.

"You think I'm afraid to die Lord Baelish? Go ahead. Kill me. It makes no difference. My wife already knows what you did. If you think she will ever love you after today, you are clearly not of sound mind," said Ned while Petyr was incredibly tempted to slit the man's throat, but stayed decided to stay his hand knowing the newly appointed King Joffrey and Queen Regent Cersei would need him alive.

"We'll see how confident you are after spending some time in the Black Cells," said Petyr while he and the City Watch escorted the now former Hand of the King away.

All the while, the scheming Master of Coin never realized that his rival for Catelyn Tully had unknowingly won against his enemies. Even if the now former Hand of the King was most likely not be alive long enough to see future events unfold.

(Winterfell-Days Later)

A message from the Lin Kuei informant had discreetly sent a raven right to Winterfell knowing it would reach them within a few days following Ned Stark's imprisonment. Sure enough, once Robb Stark read it, he was furious, and it showed on his face long after passing the message around.

"They have my Father. The King is dead and the new one has my Father imprisoned for not bending the knee. It is bad enough the Lannister's are attacking my Mother's home in the Riverlands, but to take my Father prisoner, and calling him a traitor is unforgiveable. Send out ravens through the North Maester Luwin. Call the banners!" exclaimed Robb while Maester Luwin read the message.

"All of them my Lord?" asked Maester Luwin curiously.

"They swore oaths to my Father and to House Stark. Its time to see what their words are worth," replied Robb before looking down at his hands.

"Your hands are shaking," commented Theon with Robb nodding.

"I'm afraid," said Robb since only a fool would deny it while Theon nodded.

"Good. It also means you aren't being reckless or stupid. You know what has to be done and live up to your family name," replied Theon with Robb nodding knowing that would be the case here.

"I see we came back at a poor time," said Sub-Zero before walking into the main room with Catelyn Stark to hear the news of what happened to her husband.

"King Robert is dead. Joffrey has taken the Iron Throne and declared my Father a traitor before putting him in the Black Cells. Fortunately, my sisters, Stark bannermen, and Jon have all left before this happened," said Robb while handing the information to Sub-Zero, who took it with a frown on his face.

"I see. This is unfortunate. With Joffrey as King, he can essentially pardon those who had a hand in making the Seven Kingdoms destabilize and more. Still, it doesn't matter who he pardons for past crimes. My agents will see to it those criminals don't live long after today to enjoy it," said Sub-Zero knowing people like Ser Hugh, Petyr Baelish, and the others like them would soon have a blade to their throats.

"I have already called for the banners. Soon, the entire North will march to take back my Father and show this new Mad King along with the Lannisters that the North remembers their own debts," said Robb with Sub-Zero thinking things over in his mind.

"And I will help you," said Sub-Zero with Robb looking surprised.

"I thought the Lin Kuei was neutral and didn't take sides in war?" questioned Robb with Sub-Zero nodding.

"We don't. I am going to help you while the Lin Kuei itself keeps this from escalating out of control. How much did your Father instruct you from the ways I taught him?" replied Sub-Zero with Robb looking unsure.

"I was taught some of it. My Father felt as his son and Heir, I should know some of the things he learned from you," said Robb since he recalled his Father wanting to learn things as he did under the Grandmaster, but the boy's Mother had been against it for a time.

So Ned had decided to teach Robb what he could from his time learning under Sub-Zero, but the Warden of the North felt his instructions were a pale comparison to the man who taught him.

"I see. I will have to fill in the gaps as time progresses. Consider me to be an advisor and teacher in the ways of war. Something tells me you will need my assistance in the battles yet to come," said Sub-Zero before he left the room to make the necessary arrangements with his subordinates.

"Be wary of him Robb. I still don't trust him," said Cat while Robb sighed.

"Mother, he has been good to us. All of us. If it wasn't for him, my Aunt may not be alive today," countered Robb while Cat bit her lip knowing her son was right.

"I know, but I cannot help feel misgivings about a man like that living so close to us. An army could not take Winterfell. A small group of assassins might be another story," said Catelyn with worry in her voice while Robb sighed.

Robb knew his Mother was a woman who believed in traditions, loyalty, and oaths being honored no matter what. She was also raised to never trust assassins or sell swords since their loyalty was to whoever could pay them the most for what they did. Which was why Catelyn Tully Stark kept her children as far away from the Lin Kuei as she possibly could in order to protect them from such people or life.

But even still, Robb would have thought after all this time, his Mother would have come to terms in trusting the Grandmaster after everything he had done for them.

(Lannister Camp-Sometime Later)

Tyrion was very surprised when entering the main war camp of House Lannister and the mood was melancholy at best. Of course when arriving with Bronn to main war tent, he soon found out why with Jamie there along with Uncle Kevan, and other various Lords loyal to House Lannister.

"Jamie, this is a surprise. I was expecting Father here leading the army," said Tyrion with Jamie looking surprisingly serious while the other Lords looked grim.

"He did lead the army here for a time after hearing of your apparent kidnapping from the Starks. I'm now in charge," said Jamie while glancing at the other Lords and his Uncle.

"Oh? What happened to Father? Has he become ill?" asked Tyrion while everyone was looking uncomfortable at the question.

"He's dead," said Kevan at last while glancing over at Jamie with a "I know you killed him" look, but refused to say anything.

"Dead? Father? That is a...surprise. How did it happen?" asked Tyrion since he always felt that his Father would be too stubborn to die and would outlive all his children.

"We don't know. He just suddenly died, in his sleep no less," said Jamie while glancing at the others in the room to make sure none of them told Tyrion the truth.

They all suspected Jamie had killed his own Father. They weren't stupid in believing the great Tywin Lannister would die from a mere illness. Kevan had confronted his nephew soon after it was announced and demanded the truth. So Jamie gave it to him. Cold and hard like his Father would in his place. Jamie told Kevan that the old lion had been killed by his own two hands over a disagreement and unless Kevan wanted to join his brother, he would keep his mouth shut on the subject. Of course, the other Lords in the camp who that served House Lannister also put things together just as fast as Kevan did.

And again, Jamie reminded each of them of what would happen if they spoke the truth to anyone of how the old lion met his end.

"Well, I guess that makes my brother the new Lord of House Lannister. Congratulations to you Jamie," said Tyrion since his brother had done things that would get him kicked out of the Kingsguard at this point.

"That is still in question. Unless, Jamie has been officially let go from the Kingsguard by the King," said Kevan while Jamie glared at his uncle.

"I'm sure at this point, my actions have automatically kicked me out of that group along with all the obligations required to honor it," replied Jamie calmly.

"Still, until it is made official by King Robert, I could still claim the right to be the Lord of House Lannister," countered Tyrion with a smirk on his face.

"And lead this army against House Tully? House Stark? I doubt you want that kind of responsibility Tyrion," said Jamie with Tyrion grimaced since it was clear his brother would do that to him, if only to see the younger Lannister fail.

"Why are we at war with House Tully and House Stark by extension? Surely its not all over me?" asked Tyrion with Jamie looking extremely serious.

"At first, it was about you. But recent events have changed things," said Jamie since he had gotten word of his (secret) son becoming King and there was a question of the young boy's parentage with others possibly being able to claim the Iron Throne for themselves.

He had to fight them off to ensure Joffrey or maybe Tommen, depending on how things played out, was ruling over the Seven Kingdoms. Or what was left of them when this was over.

I have told you multiple times Lannisters do not act like fools. You want to say something clever? Go ahead. Say something clever and impress me.

The words of Tywin Lannister echoing in the back Jamie's mind once more and the man had to hold back the wince felt from it.

"House Baratheon claims our House had a hand in the late King Robert's death, if not the death of the previous Hand of the King, Jon Arryn. Now with Ned Stark imprisoned, it will only make our position weakened as a result," said Kevan while glancing at Jamie.

"King Robert is dead? That means Joffrey is ruling. But to imprison Ned Stark? This will not end well with the North," said Tyrion with Kevan nodding since he was glad one of his brother's children understood this.

"Robb Stark marched South with an impressive host of 22,000 men at his back. No doubt to rescue his Father before the new King has him executed," said Kevan with worry since Northern men were much better fighters over that of Lannister men despite there being more Lannister men.

"I met Ned Stark's boy when I was in Winterfell. He's a green boy. He doesn't know what its like to kill someone. Run a sword through their guts and spill blood. One sight of the horror we will unleash on his forces will make him run away with his little dire wolf tail between his legs," said Jamie confidently.

"Not when the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei is with him," countered Kevan with many in the war tent looking increasingly nervous.

"The Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei is siding with Robb Stark?" asked Tyrion with Kevan nodding while Jamie shrugged it off since he was a seasons warrior and learned much from his time under Sub-Zero.

"From what we have learned form our spies, the Grandmaster has decided to become an advisor and teacher to the young wolf pup. To help him become his own man and leader of the North in the event Ned Stark is killed. Fortunately, the Lin Kuei as a whole have been given orders to stay out of the overall fighting and stick to protecting the smallfolk from harm in all of this," said Kevan while Jamie scoffed.

"You might find that refreshing uncle, but it doesn't stop them from spying on us in order to give the North an edge," said Jamie with Kevan grimacing since that was true.

"Or a blade to a couple of throats. Sub-Zero might see a chance to help the North achieve victory by sending some members of his clan to kill certain people if it means weakening our position," said Tyrion with Jamie wincing since he was sure one of those blades to the throat would be aimed at him.

"In any case, the new King will need advice on how to handle things. With Ned Stark removed as Hand of the King, a new one needs to replace him. Which is why Tyrion will go and advise Joffrey since Father is unable to do it for obvious reasons," said Jamie to the shock of Tyrion himself.

"Why me? Surely there is someone more qualified? Uncle Kevan perhaps?" asked Tyrion with Jamie shaking his head.

"Face it little brother, you are the brains of our House. The one who gives sound advice when everyone else doesn't. Besides, I have to lead this army against the North and the Riverlands. I can't be two places at once and Uncle Kevan is needed to hear to help me fight the enemy army," said Jamie while Tyrion grimaced.

'No you can't. But if you could, I imagine you would be fighting the North and fucking our sister at the same time,' thought Tyrion since he was well aware of his sibling affair they had with each other, but kept his mouth shut over it.

Saying anything would have been met with the wrath of those in his family who wouldn't believe him and those in his family who would silence him for revealing it.

(King's Landing-Black Cells)

"It truly pains me to see you like this my friend," said Varys sadly while Ned Stark was in the Black Cells waiting for Joffrey to kill him.

"If it truly pains you to see me like this, why not free me? Surely you have the means and the power to do so?" questioned Ned while Varys giving him a nod.

"Could I get you out of here? Yes, I could. Could I use my knowledge of the castle to get you on a small ship and smuggle you out of King's Landing? Yes, I could. Will I? No. I will not," answered Varys while Ned looked at him through the light from the torch the Spider held in his hand.

"Because the false King commands it," surmised Ned knowing the Spider could not defy the one sitting on the Iron Throne or he would lose his head.

"No my friend. Because the Seven Kingdoms commands it. Do you think I enjoy seeing you like this? After what happened to your Father? Your brother? Hearing the screams they let out when dying on the Mad King's orders? I was there. I heard it all. I remember it all. The screams. The flames. The heat. The smoke and the ash that followed. If I freed you now, everyone would know it was me regardless if it could be proven or not. You think Joffrey is going to excuse something like that? Or his Mother? They would sooner kill me and deal with the loss of my spy network by temporarily employing someone like Lord Baelish to fill the void. And we both know a man of his talents and ambition holds no real loyalty to the Crown. In fact, Lord Baelish would use his new found position to elevate himself closer to the Iron Throne before claiming it for himself," said Varys with Ned grimacing.

"Are my children and Jon safe? Did they get out alive?" asked Ned with Varys nodding.

"They did get out safely. Much to Cersei and Joffrey's displeasure of course. Cersei for not having something to hold over you to ensure obedience and Joffrey to further torture for his own pleasure knowing you could do nothing to stop him," answered Varys with Ned sighing.

"I don't suppose I will even get a trial in regards to the charges against me? Or a chance at winning my freedom through Trial by Combat?" asked Ned knowing it was his only real chance for freedom.

Not that he expected Joffrey to honor it if he won.

"No on both counts my friend. From what I learned at the last Small Council meeting, the new King, through his own Mother's insistence, plans for you to confess your 'treasonous crimes' against the Crown and the late King Robert on the Sept of Baelor. Following said confession, you will take the Black and join the Night's Watch to serve there until the end of your days," said Varys while Ned laughed.

"Me? Confess to crimes I didn't do? Against Robert? Never," replied Ned firmly and he knew Varys heard it in his voice.

"I know such a confession goes against your honor and those who know you would not do such a thing. But not everyone knows you Lord Stark. Not everyone will believe your confession will be false. The Lannister wish to drag your reputation and honor along with that of your House through the mud. To cut off any support you could gain through the smallfolk," said Varys with Ned nodding.

"Anything else I should know?" asked Ned with Varys hesitating for a second.

"There is one more piece of information you should know, which I must admit came to me unexpectedly. Its in regards to Tywin Lannister," said Varys in a grim tone.

"What? Has the old lion decided to do more damage despite it being for dishonorable reasons?" asked Ned with Varys shaking his head.

"No. He's dead. Killed by his son Jamie," replied Varys with Ned looking shocked and disgusted by the young Lannister's actions.

"Let me guess, a sword through the back," commented Ned with Varys surprising him a bit by nodding.

"Yes actually. It seems Jamie has quite the talent when it comes to killing people in that manner," replied Varys with Ned gritting his teeth.

"And the Lords of the West are following Jamie now? Surely they would have abandoned him once they discovered the truth?" questioned Ned with Varys shaking his head.

"Fear of Tywin Lannister made them bend the knee. His son has brought about an even greater fear to obey him. After all, if Jamie Lannister could kill his already feared Father, what could Jamie Lannister do to them if they don't follow him? As I'm sure you know Lord Stark, fear is a powerful weapon to use over others. Tywin Lannister had long since mastered the skill and Jamie has only just realized its use. Time will determine if he has the means to control people through fear or if the Lords of the Westernlands will cast said fear aside to rebel against him," said Varys with Ned sighing.

"Regardless, Joffrey's rule won't last long. Even if Joffrey kills me. My wife is safe. My children are safe. Jon is safe. I have no problem leaving this world. I am soldier. I grew up with soldiers. Fighting beside soldiers. I have no intention of bending the knee to this false King," said Ned with Varys sighing.

"And people say the members of House Tully are a stubborn lot. I would think you of all of people would be afraid to die for defying a King just like your Father and brother did would deter you from such things Lord Stark," said Varys while Ned let out a cruel laugh.

"Afraid? You think I am afraid to die? To die like my Father and my brother before me when they came to King's Landing to face the Mad King? Both men were burned alive and screamed as they did, but they still face their death with honor and courage worthy of a Stark. I will not dishonor them or my House by running away from my destiny, if this is to be my end," said Ned while Varys giving a gentle smile.

"Hopefully, the Stranger will not come for you as it did them Lord Stark. Naturally, I will try to delay your impending 'confession' and any other cruel event Joffrey has planned at bay. Though my efforts will only last for so long," said Varys before he left the former Hand of the King in the Black Cells.

"If death is my destiny, may the Gods make it swift and merciful," whispered Ned while he closing his eyes and silently prayed they would hear his request.

(Red Keep-Throne Room-Sometime Later)

"Well Lord Stark? Are you going to confess your crimes of treason against the crown and to your King? Perhaps if you show remorse, I will let you live out your days at the Wall," said Joffrey while Ned Stark was on his knees, dirtied, bruised, and in pain.

But not beaten.

If you are going to fight...win!

Ned heard his Father's words. To keep out of trouble and not fight unless necessary. And even when it came to fighting, he should do everything in his power to win.

And Ned Stark intended to win, even if it resulted in his death.

"I will confess nothing! Except I know you are not Robert's son. You are a bastard born of incest. Your Father is the Kingslayer Jamie Lannister! And I will never call you my King," replied Ned while Joffrey looked enraged at his words.

Beside him, Cersei looked equally enraged at hearing this since the woman wanted that kept a secret, which was why news of Lord Stark's family not being in King's Landing enraged her further. A means of using the Sansa or the little beast Arya against Ned Stark to make him confess would have been beneficial to making it happen. Unfortunately, she had neither of the two girls or that boy Jon to use as leverage.

Which meant Ned Stark had nothing to lose in speaking such things out loud for all of the Royal Court to hear. Not that it mattered since Joffrey was now King and all the soldiers here were Lannister men added to a well paid City Watch, and the Kingsguard itself. The people here would do whatever Joffrey and she by extension wishes while being led by the nose hairs.

Besides, she was a lioness. From a House of lions. She cared nothing for the people who were the sheep Cersei considered to be beneath her.

"Lies! I will have you whipped for this outrage before having your head put on a pike!" exclaimed Joffrey angrily while Ned grinned.

"He who passes the sentence swings the sword. A weak child such as yourself has neither the strength nor the will to do it himself. Instead, you send others to do it for you...like a coward!" exclaimed Ned while Joffrey looked even more enraged.

"You will pay for this Lord Stark. I was going to be merciful and let you live your life at the Wall, but now I see mercy is for the weak and whiny women of the world. Ser Ilyn Payne, bring me his head!" commanded Joffrey angrily while the King's Justice took out a sword and readied himself to take Lord Stark's head.

Joffrey would have preferred to use House Stark's prized sword Ice, if only to add insult to lethal injury, but sadly the weapon was not with the former Hand of the King or in the Tower of the Hand after it was searched. Unknown to Joffrey, it was with Jon/Aegon, who had been given instructions by Ned to bring it back home to the North and to give it to Robb to one day wield as the Lord of Winterfell.

"Anything to say before your end Lord Stark? Some final words for us to remember you by?" asked Cersei with a smug smile on her face.

And for a moment Ned thought about anything else he wished to say to the Lannisters on the Iron Throne. One last thing to say that might haunt them at night in their beds, in their dreams, and make the loyalty of their so called allies be shaken.

If you do meet your end at the hands of the enemy, never let them enjoy it. If given the chance, tell them something that will haunt their minds for months, years, even decades. Something that will haunt them in their eating or sleeping. Something that will allow a sliver of fear to fester and grow within their mind to the point where they cannot think properly. To the point where they make noticeable mistakes during their daily routine.

Those has been Sub-Zero's words during a strategy teaching lesson. A lesson where even in death or defeat during a battle, victory on a small scale could still occur without the enemy knowning.

"I do actually have one final thing to say, but I doubt you would want to hear it," replied Ned with Joffrey and Cersei frowning at him.

"And what would that be Lord Stark?" asked Cersei while Joffrey was waiting with some impatience to see the man before him die.

If you are going to fight...win!

"Only this one simple fact I know to be true...Rheagar Targaryen's one true born son lives!" exclaimed Ned Stark for all in the throne room to hear and stared right into Joffrey's and Cersei's now shocked eyes.

"Impossible! Gregor Clegane killed that Dornish whore's baby child before she was saved by the Lin Kuei Grandmaster," said Cersei while not believing that the Martell whore had somehow managed to hide the baby Gregor Clegane killed all those years ago.

However, Ned Stark's smirking face and the fact he was looking her right in the eyes had caused a sliver of doubt to rise up in the back of her mind. Added that said smirk said "I win" despite his situation only made it grow.

"Enough of this! Kill him!" commanded Joffrey to the King's Justice with Illyn Payne raising his sword to take Ned Stark's head.

But not before Ned Stark got the last word while looking Cersei and Joffrey right in the eyes when he did.

"Valar morghulis," said Ned Stark before the sword came down on his head at the neck with the Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North's life ending.

However, the action itself did not have the intended effect of making both Cersei and her son Joffrey happy in the slightest. His last choice words echoing in their mind and what it could mean if what Ned Stark told them was true.

Varys was silent on the matter, his face grim from what he saw just now. The memory of the Mad King burning innocent people and two Stark Lords roughly 20 years ago came to the forefront of his mind. Near him, the Master of Coin, Petyr Baelish, smiled happily at the sight of Ned Stark dying, and believed his enemy for Catelyn Tully's love had been removed.

With his beloved Catelyn was now a widow, he could make his move to claim her love for himself by convincing the woman they were meant to be together. And while he was doing that, any children she had with Ned Stark would meet untimely "accidents". Petyr knew how Catelyn thought and knew he could manipulate the situation to convince her to be with him to replace the children she lost during this time when tension, if not all out war started.

Varys saw Petyr's smile and inwardly knew if the man wasn't going to be killed before today, he would soon in the near future. Petyr had committed horrible crimes against the Crown and House Stark. If the Lin Kuei weren't going to dispose of the man for planning the death of Jon Arryn, they would certainly dispose of Baelish for this.

'Valar dohaeris,' thought Varys grimly while watching the body of Ned Stark, the now late Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North being dragged away.

No doubt to be further desecrated to amuse Joffrey at a later time. Provided the Lin Kuei didn't retrieve it before the new Mad King could enjoy things further.

"Spider! I am in need of your services," commented Joffrey with Varys walking toward him before bowing.

"And what can this humble man do for you, your Grace?" asked Varys while Joffrey had a cruel smile and snarl mixed all in one on his face.

"The Lin Kuei. They have agents within King's Landing, don't they?" asked Joffrey with Varys nodding.

"I believe they do your Grace. One does not build such an impressive clan of assassins without having agents throughout the Seven Kingdoms to provide them work," replied Varys with Joffrey nodding as if he understood.

"Could you find them? All of them? With your little birds?" asked Joffrey with Varys pretending to think about if it was possible for his little birds to outsmart the Lin Kuei.

"It might be possible your Grace. My little birds can get in almost anywhere, but the Lin Kuei have made it their business to keep themselves invisible to the point where not even whispers are heard of them. Their Grandmaster trained them to be almost as silent as the Stranger himself," answered Varys with Joffrey looking slightly annoyed by his answer.

"So that is a no," remarked Joffrey with disappointment laced in his voice.

"If the Spider is unable to handle the task I am sure my own spies can handle it," offered Petyr Baelish while Joffrey focused on him.

"I think you should refrain from trusting Lord Baelish on this issue your Grace. The man is already been implicated in the murder of the late Hand of the King Jon Arryn, who as you know, was your Father's own foster Father. One should not rely on a man who has murdered someone your own Father loved deeply," said Varys while Petyr Baelish gave him a mild glare.

"Perhaps, but Jon Arryn was a weak and sickly old man. He was not long for this world. One could argue Lord Baelish merely...helped Lord Arryn meet the Seven early," offered Cersei while Joffrey grinned at that particular excuse.

"I agree. Besides, I think if Lord Baelish wishes to earn my favor and forgiveness for his past crimes, he should earn it. What better way by using his own spy network to help in the hunting down of all Lin Kuei agents here in the city for us," said Joffrey with Lord Baelish smiling and bowing humbly before the King.

"Your wish is my command your Grace," said Lord Baelish while Varys did not feel the man was up to the task of hunting down a clan that were ghosts to all who knew of them.

If anything, Varys believed the Master of Coin just put a giant target on his back for the Lin Kuei to run a sword through.

(Essos- City of Qarth)

"So even a person's 'body language' can indicate if they are lying?" asked Daenerys while Smoke sat with her while they ate a meal together.

Under Jorah Mormont's supervision of course.

"Body language, the speech pattern in one's voice, and the eyes can reveal deception. If the person is nervous or under pressure, the eyes may waiver, or the pitch in the voice may change. Someone with a stronger mind will speak vaguely, but truthfully, yet will omit certain truths to keep you in the dark. As long as these truths are not revealed or admitted during a conversation, it is not a lie," explained Smoke while Daenerys nodding in understanding.

"So when I am talking to people, I should be mindful of how others interact with me so I can get a hint into their true nature or intentions," replied Daenerys since she saw it was a good skill to know given how a lot of people deceive each other.

"Exactly. The person you do business with may seem friendly, but at the same time, they might have a hidden agenda behind gaining your favor. Perhaps they seek to gain your trust in order to lay a trap from which your enemies will easily benefit from your capture or even death," said Smoke while Daenerys sighed sadly since the world seemed to be filled those easily willing to betray her or others for profit.

"The way you make it sound, I shouldn't trust anybody or risk being captured or killed by my enemies," commented Daenerys with Smoke shaking his head.

"Not necessarily. Trust is easy to destroy, but takes time to build. To truly trust someone, you must both experience different things like pain and even hardship. To believe in the same things as you do. It can be challenging and even treacherous at times since there is always a chance of someone you trust switching sides. But those who have truly earned your trust will follow you no matter the situation because they believe you and what you are doing," explained Smoke while Daenerys accepting his answer.

"I don't even know what I am doing anymore. Or what I want anymore," said Daenerys with uncertainty.

"You said your House ruled over the Seven Kingdoms in Westeros and wished to reclaim your birthright from those who rebelled against it," said Smoke with Daenerys nodding.

"I will be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms," replied Daenerys with Smoke nodding.

"A strong and ambitious goal. To make it happen, you will need several things to make your dream a reality," said Smoke with Daenerys nodding.

"And what are these things I need?" asked Daenerys curiously.

"For one, you need a army. One that is loyal to you and isn't afraid of the odds not being in their favor when it comes to fighting your enemies. Two, you need smart advisors who you can trust to give sound advice on different subject matters. Three, you need support from the very people you seek to rule," said Smoke while raising a ringer for each thing the woman needed to rule as Queen.

"According to Ser Jorah, I can easily get an army here in Essos. As for having advisors, I am being advised by you and him. I already have the people of Westeros awaiting for my return in secret," said Daenerys with Smoke looking unconvinced.

"According to who? Your late brother? The people who spoke honey filled words into his ear? They told him only what he wanted to hear and the fool told it to you in the belief it would be true one way or another. Nothing more. Nothing less," said Smoke while seeing Daenerys now looking slightly angry, yet disheartened by his words.

"And yet they chose to help us," said Daenerys with Smoke shaking his head.

"They chose to help your brother because they expected him to reward them for their so called loyalty. But what did they truly give you? A place to stay for a week or two. Food. Soft bed. These men who supposedly supported your brother to reclaim the Iron Throne have an abundance of wealth. Overflowing in gold, jewels, and other forms of currency with contacts covering the known world, correct? So why give you a fraction of such wealth when each of them could easily give you a sizable chunk that wealth to be used overtime to fund your ambition?" said Smoke while Daenerys grimaced and couldn't deny his words.

She had seen some extremely wealthy men here in Essos. Each of them had large fancy homes, servants waiting on them hand and foot, and the best food your stomach could want. And what did these people do with her and Viserys? Let them stay a week or two. Talked to Viserys most of the time about his desire to return to Westeros and reclaim the Iron Throne from the Usurper. But within that time span, the generous hospitality these people showed them slowly dwindled to the point where leaving was welcomed by all.

Daenerys suspected Viserys and his constant inability to impress their so called "friends" had something to do with it. Viserys didn't know who to trust. Didn't know how to act in front of people. He didn't know anything. These wealthy and well connected "friends" clearly saw this and made up their own minds on whether to support House Targaryen's return to power.

And because of Viserys, they saw House Targaryen as a shadow of its former self. They saw no hope of it rising from near extinction and one by one they discreetly removed the two Targaryens from their presence to be given to someone else.

Until there were no more "friends" left and resulted in the last two Targaryens to perish one way or another.

"They were testing my brother to see if he was worth investing time and effort into his ambition to return home. He failed their test," surmised Daenerys with Smoke nodding.

"From what you told me about him, yes. He said and did all the wrong things. His last real attempt was with your late husband Khal Drogo and we both know how that turned out from what Ser Jorah mentioned of him," answered Smoke with Daenerys wincing at the mention of her late husband.

"But you think I could reclaim Westeros? The Seven Kingdoms?" asked Daenerys with Smoke shrugging.

"Anything is possible. I have seen many things in my life. I have fought Gods, demons, sorcerers, and served just as many. I have crossed between life and death itself before I was fortunate enough to be among the land of the living once more. So anything is truly possible if certain events play out and the right people are around to help make it happen. No one person can become anything without help or support from others. You want to become Queen? You need help and support from advisors and an army at your back to make it happen. Just heading back to Westeros and walking into King's Landing while saying, 'I am Daenerys of House Targaryen and I am your Queen' is not enough. In fact, many would most likely put you to the sword just so they could appease those ruling there right now," said Smoke while Daenerys thinking his words over.

"Given the situation I am in right now, how should I proceed?" asked Daenerys with Smoke sighed.

"Given your current situation? You need resources. You need wealth. From what I can see from my short time in Essos, wealth in general is considered power. The more you have, the more you can spend on people to obey your every command. Unfortunately, you do not have wealth. At least, not in the monetary sense. Your wealth is in the form of your three dragons. That alone makes you wealthy due to the extreme rarity dragons are in the known world, but they also make you a target for those want them. And I imagine a lot of people want them," said Smoke while eyeing the three dragons surrounding their Mother while she pet and fed them.

"No one will take my dragons. I won't let them," said Daenerys firmly while Smoke let out a sigh.

"They are young. Weak. If they were bigger, stronger, and could launch massive streams of fire, things would be different. But you are in a place where stealing wealth from those who have is as common as the desert outside these city walls. People see what I see. They see three small, developing, and healthy yet weak dragons all ripe for the taking. All to do whatever they want once in their possession. My advice to you Daenerys Targaryen, is to leave this place before those seeking to claim these three dragons are ready to make their move," advised Smoke since he knew their loving hosts here in Qarth would not be so loving in the future if they were the ambitious schemers he knew half of them were.

"How much time do I have before they act?" asked Daenerys with Smoke frowning.

"Hard to say. But I imagine it will take a week, if not two for them to strike. Kidnapping a baby dragon, much less three requires careful planning. Not to mention a place to hold them needs to be arranged beforehand. Until that point, Ser Jorah and myself will seek to gain access to a ship, a decent crew, and another place where you can advance your plan to taking back the Iron Throne," said Smoke with Daenerys merely nodding and politely dismissed the man, who nodded before vanishing in a sudden abrupt form of smoke.

"I still don't trust him Khaleesi," commented Ser Jorah while Daenerys smiling slightly.

"And I don't trust anyone. Not yet," replied Daenerys while Jorah flinched since he was not exactly honest with her about his own spying on her for the Crown.

"How can I truly earn your trust Khaleesi?" asked Ser Jorah curiously.

"Get me a ship with a trustworthy Captain. One that can take me to a place where I can get an army," commanded Daenerys with Jorah nodding and setting out to do just that.

The former Heir to House Mormont already had a destination in mind. Getting a ship with a trustworthy crew was another matter entirely.

(A/N: YAY! Another long chapter. Yes, Ned Stark died. And not in public. The reason Joffrey did that in the show was to taint Ned's honor and House's credibility. But he could only do that with Sansa having a sword to her throat. Without leverage, both Joffrey and Cersei couldn't risk a public display of the desired effect the "confession" was meant to have the way they wanted it.