I apologize for the long delay in updating, I am well aware that my time keeping skills are disastrous. These chapters are not new material (Well they are sorta) they are simply rewrites, but I will do my utmost to write more. Sorry for any errors, I am sure there are a few but ya know I am very spaced out at the moment so idc really.

If at all conceivable, the sun in Pentos was more calescent than that of Dorne. Fourteen years had done nothing to make the heat any more bearable for Lyanna Stark, now Lya Dawn cousin of Magister Illroy of the free city of Pentos. They had been in the city for six months and it was beginning to make Lya extremely agitated, Pentos maintained trade with Kings Landing and as such there were many Westerosi lingering around. And as such many people willing to drag her back to the usurper Robert Baratheon. More prominent so in her current location, as the Magister's main source of information was with his Westeros trade partners.

At present Lya was enduring an dull afternoon tea with some even duller city nobles. Keeping up appearances was important to avoid suspicion after all. If it wasn't for Arthur's reassuring presence at her side she wouldn't be able to sit through it. The situation reminded her to much of the luncheons her late mother had hosted, a life that had never been hers and could never be hers. Not that she had ever wanted that life, after all that had been the reason she had run in the first place; to escape the fate of being Lady Baratheon.

She thanked whatever Gods were listening, that she had long ago lost her northern accent. This masquerade was much easier to pull off with a Bravosi accent, and in all honesty her accent only reminded her of home and her part in her families loss. No matter her personal feelings though, she swore long ago that she would do anything for her sons. She owed Rheagar that at least.

Coming to Pentos after living in Bravos had made her realize how much she detested court politics. Living a commoner's life in a city where no one knew her name had granted her a certain freedom she never had as a high born child, and she would be lying if that didn't please a little part of her. The childish part of her saw it as an accomplishment, she had ran away from home and achieved the independence she had always longed for. But the adult who had learned the harsh realities of the world, wished she had stayed in Winterfell, not a regret merely a hindsight.

There was, however, no point in dwelling on the what if's of her life. Nothing good ever came out of scrutinizing the past and forgetting to live in the present. She was doing this for her cubs and as Arthur had pointed out they needed all the alliances they could. For all its suffering, she would never give up the life she now lived. Daeron and Aegon could be seen sparing in the garden, Lya noted it was the Bravosi waterdance; highly showy and likely to attract attention. It was beautiful like a waltz on the dance floor and by the looks of the women in the room they too saw its dance like beauty. The immediate plan, according to Varys was to show off the boys as nephews of their host. The Pentoshi, their very nature being eccentric, would be intrigued by the mysterious relatives and be more agreeable to their cause when approached with the true lineage of them. After all, who doesn't love a good scandal, especially one concerning a prince trying to reclaim his homeland and birthright.

"I thank you, my lady, for a most enjoyable afternoon". A woman, who Lya could not recall the name of, spoke. At the prompting, the others around the room relayed there agreement.

A second spoke up, "Yes, I agree, you must come for a luncheon next week. Before the Barbarians arrive." The last spoken with obvious contempt. No one in Pentos was looking forward to the forthcoming Dothraki wedding. The subject had been the main topic of conversation at gatherings for this past moons turn. Another point scored with the nobles of the city, had been Lya's public condemning of the wedding.

"Well I will be in need of some civilised company after next week's events." Lya laughed. The others laughed with her as she showed them out of the room. After exaggerated goodbyes, Lya finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I honestly do not know what's worse the eccentric neighbours or the Dothraki." Arthur came up behind her with an embrace. "This will all be over soon, we can finally go home." He murmured in her ear.

From outside she heard the clash of swords cease. "Mother are they gone!" Daeron called from the Terrence.

"If they were not gone, that statement would have been a huge slight." Arthur responded promptly. In response Daeron blushed a vivid shade of red and mumbled an apology rather sheepishly. Out of the two brothers Aegon was the more outgoing, he possessed Rheagar's charming and charismatic personality. Whereas Daeron had inherited Rheagar's quiet, private bookish nature and truth be told it made Lyanna happy to know that her dragon knight's legacy lived on through his sons.

"I think I did rather nicely with that little performance, wouldn't you say Lya." Aegon announced with a smile on his face, "They couldn't keep their eyes off me."

"Indeed, there will soon be tales of the valiant fair headed swordsman spreading through the city." Lya responded with a smirk. Aegon simply grinned in response. Lya loved Aegon as much as Daeron but she had never pressured him into calling her Mother or kept the truth of his lineage from him. Therefore, Aegon simply called her Lya or Ly and she was happy to accommodate. She had made a constant point of bringing Elia Martell up whenever she could, to make sure Aegon knew of his mother's bravery when she died for her son, and to keep her memory alive; gone but not forgotten.

"We have much more pressing matters, no doubt the news of Targaryen's in Pentos will have now reached the ears of the usurper", Arthur said. His expression was stone-faced signifying that the tone of the conversation had shifted. "What was he thinking sending them here, it puts the boys in danger and Viserys is not even the rightful king." He paused studying Lyanna's face intently. "But more importantly he might target Aeg if he views him as a threat." He ended his statement with a sigh. They had discussed this many times in the past weeks, and athough they did not like to attention it would surely bring from the seven kingdoms, it did have the benefit of diverting attention away from her boys and onto the mad Kings children.

Embracing Lyanna he continued. "If things were not as they were, we could live out our lives as we have in peace. However the news coming out of Westeros is unsettling and must be dealt with."

"What do you mean, what reports do you speak of?" Lya asked. This she did not know, she simply assumed that the boys were ready to lead an army in Arthurs opinion. She couldn't blame Arthur for her ignorance, as she had asked to not be told of news relating to the north.

"To start with I suppose would be the unusually long winter they have been having, if the Maesters at the citadel are to be believed it heralds an equal if not longer winter. It would be best strategically to reconquer the country whilst it is still summer. Secondly the hand of the king has died, some reports attribute his death to poison. Then there are the rumours that speak of the King riding north to ask Eddard Stark to be the new hand. No doubt Tywin Lannister will uses this uneasiness to gain more power." He said, carefully considering Lyanna. For her part Lyanna was not at all surprised that Robert would ask Ned to be his hand, they were after all good friends.

"What of the Iron Islands? Surely they are resentful of the crown." Lyanna said.

"Indeed they are, we may be able to garner an alliance from them with the right incentive." Arthur replied a thoughtful look dominating his feature. "We should expect them to ask for independence, and perhaps offer a marriage alliance with Viserys "

"You mean to break up the seven kingdoms, surely we have a large enough army already." Aegon protested. The reply did not come from Lyanna or Arthur, it came from Daeron who had thus far shown no real interest in the conversation

"The Iron Islands have only a small land army, it is their navy we desire." He turned from his former position of gazing out the window. "Their navy outnumbers Dorne and the crownlands combined almost ten to one, the Dothraki may be formidable warriors on land but it means nothing if you can't get them over to the waking sea." At that Lyanna smiled, as did Arthur, it was not often Daeron showed any interest in reclaiming the Iron Throne but when he did it was always to the point and strategic.

"I believe this is enough talk for now, go clean yourselves up before supper." Lya gestured for the boys to vacate the room. When the boys were out of earshot, Arthur turned to Lya to propose his plan.

"I believe it is time to write to your brother and Prince Doran", her face paled at the mention of her brother, but she nodded for him to continue non the less, "We need their co-operation if we are to set this war into motion."

I am going to leave this here, hopefully I will update soon. B)