"Your Grace, you know of King Robert's death a moon's turn ago?" Prince Doran questioned, peering at Harry as they settled into his solar. Harry watched as the man who looked to be the prince's main guard flanked the man, standing at an alert rest. "His son, Prince Joffrey was crowned two weeks ago."

"I know," Harry remarked, glancing behind him to where Ser Barristan stood, his lord commander. "Ser Barristan told me as much. I want to know what is going on in the rest of Westeros."

"Of course. I received a raven a fortnight ago," Doran said, his eyes narrowing in thought and his nose wrinkling. "It was from Lord Stannis, now King Stannis. It spoke of King Robert's children."

Harry blinked. "King Stannis? Did he… Did something happen to Joffrey and Tommen? To Myrcella?"

"They are all born of the kingslayer," Doran answered, shaking his head at the thought. "I mean no disrespect to your house, your grace."

"None taken. The kingslayer. Ser Jaime…" Harry trailed off, images flowing through his mind, memories of his last few years at King's Landing. His father had grown madder throughout the years and he could remember at least a few times of happiness but they were few and far between. His mother had not… She had closed her eyes to the doings of Aerys' but she had loved her children.

Jaime had become a knight of the kingsguard at a very… interesting time. He didn't have any negative feelings towards the man for killing Aerys. If Harry had been older and his magic more stable at that time, he himself probably would have killed the king, regardless of him being his father.

"That means King Joffrey is a bastard, that Tommen and Myrcella are all bastards."

Doran nodded, reaching down to his desk and flipping through some papers. He drew out a map and held it out for Harry's perusal. "They are. That is what King Stannis said. He had been investigating the matter with Lord Jon Arryn, the previous Hand of the King, when Jon had died. Lord Stark took Jon Arryn's place and he was the one to send a letter to Stannis about the matter."

"Lord Stark? Eddard or Benjen?"

"Eddard. Benjen Stark joined the Night's Watch, if I recall correctly. My sources say Lord Stark fled the capital with his daughters right after the king died," Doran commented, lifting his shoulders in a minute shrug. "He was the king's best friend."

Harry looked over the map and traced his fingers over it, more than a little wistful. "I sent him a letter as well though I do not know if that was what urged him to leave. I missed Westeros."

Doran sighed, his dark eyes looking Harry over. "I do not know what other houses will support your claim but Dorne will, your Grace. I have already called our banners."

"Thank you. What of this King Stannis? What other happenings are there?"

"My captain has heard word of Renly crowning himself king," Doran added. "The riverlands are on fire, courtesy of Lady Stark kidnapping the Imp."

"Hmm? Imp?"

"Lord Tywin's second son, now the heir of Casterly Rock. He is a dwarf and Tywin is very against having him as his heir. The Mountain is terrorizing the riverlands with no one stopping him. Ser Jaime is at the Rock, gathering an army."

Harry traced over the riverlands with a finger, noting Riverrun and Casterly Rock. "Prince Doran, I did tell you of my babes, did I not?"

"You did. You have the Valyrian blood."

"Yes. I already have an heir and a daughter. Rhaego Targaryen and Caeli Targaryen."

Doran's eyes widened a little before nodding. "Do you have thoughts on betrothals?"

Harry glanced up at him before looking at the map again. "I have a mind to take Dragonstone back first, seeing as it's the Targaryen ancestral seat. We have your men, the Unsullied and the Dothraki. I had thought… What is House Velaryon like now? I know Lucerys was Master of Ships for my father."

"Lord Monford Velaryon is now Master of Driftmark and his heir, I believe, is six years old. Monterys Velaryon."

"I will talk with Lord Velaryon when all is said and done but Houses Targaryen and Velaryon have always had a close relationship," Harry remarked. "As for Daenerys… Perhaps a marriage alliance with House Stark."

"Robb Stark is Eddard's heir. As long as you nor Viserys kidnap a member of House Stark again…" Doran trailed off, a hint of dark amusement in his dark eyes.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "History won't repeat itself under my reign. I will not have my children marry each other. House Targaryen is done with wedding brother to sister or cousin to cousin or uncle to niece, Prince Doran. King Aegon the Fifth knew this too though King Jaehaerys and Queen Shaera were troublesome kids. Besides, if I recall my lessons from my maester, the Pact of Ice and Fire, written by Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, was never completed."

"I will stay for the wedding of my brother and then start my invasion," Harry offered, standing up and peering at Doran.

Arianne watched Prince Viserys out of the corner of her eyes as they walked through the gardens of Sunspear. The sun shined down on them, the clouds low in the sky. The air was still, no hint of a breeze. She could hear the three dragons even from here and the galloping hooves of the Dothraki horde as they ran through the streets of Sunspear. They certainly made a lot of noise, jeering out in their own language as they rode.

"Your ancestor, Princess Daenerys, wed mine, Prince Maron many years ago," Arianne remarked, eying the prince's long silver hair and light lavender eyes. They were unlike the eyes of King Jaehaerys and his sister, Daenerys, but there was no doubt of Viserys' Valyrian heritage.

"I know. I learned my lessons from my brother, not a maester," Viserys spoke, looking around at the water fountains and the passing servants. "My brother says my father was not the best of men to judge the Dornish."

Arianne grimaced, having heard of the way Aerys' had treated her aunt from her own father and uncle. "It must have been hard to live the way you three did, on the run."

Viserys blinked, turning to look at her as she stopped. "If we are to wed, you must know of my recent history of running. I… My brother did me a great service in giving me one last chance today."

Arianne raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "You visited a lot of brothels? Boys do that. I'm not unused to it."

Viserys snorted, his eyes amused as he watched her. "As my brother says, I lost my way for a few years and went to the Golden Company three moons ago."

"For what? To gain their aid for your brother?"

"To supplant my brother. They turned me away, laughed at me and raped me."

Arianne's eyes widened, seeing Viserys' fingers clench into fists. "Your brother is older than you. That's the way Westerosi inheritance works, Viserys. You must have known that. I am… sorry to hear that you were assaulted."

"Now I do. I am tired of fighting for my right to live. If you would have me as consort, I would… My brother would be pleased."

"Not you? Are you happy with this?" Arianne questioned, watching as the cream colored dragon flew above them, circling around.

"I will do what my brother commands. If that is to wed a beautiful Dornish maiden then so be it."

"Beautiful?"

Viserys snorted, holding out a hand to her. "I am not unaware of how to please young maidens like yourself."

Arianne grinned, her heart skipping a beat and her cheeks flushing. She looked at him, studying her betrothed before she felt the urge to test him. "If we are being honest with each other, I have already lost my maidenhood too."

Viserys' eyes narrowed before he sighed. "I've already had to watch my brother and his Dothraki lord kissing each other and doing other things that are not to be talked of in polite company. It seems House Targaryen is to be a house of oddities. I have… made my peace with it, more or less. I would not consider you sullied, my lady."

"Nor I you," Arianne replied, taking his hand and leading him onward.

Harry stared out at the inland coast of Dorne, looking out at the city of Sunspear. Daenerys stood next to him, now garbed in a beautiful Dornish dress, red in color. They could see Viserys walking with Arianne down in the gardens, Viserys holding Arianne's arm in his.

Balerion and Eliana flew overhead, circling into coasting right across from them. Rhaegal was flying with most of the fleet, Harry having told him to protect it. The sun was setting as they watched and they could hear the various servants bustling about in the great hall behind them, getting ready for a meal with their new king. Far away, Harry could just faintly see their Dothraki khalasar and the Unsullied, along with the assembling armies of the Dornish. Horses whinnied excitedly and steel clashed against steel as men grew ready for war.

"It will be an hour yet until the meal," Harry spoke, turning to look at his sister. "I'm going to fly for a while. Care to join me?"

"Yes. I would love to."

Balerion roared out, soaring down to meet Harry as he jumped over the balcony railing. Dany followed as her dragon hovered on the other side of the balcony. Balerion's eagerness to fly, to explore this new country filled his mind and he laughed out loud, sending wistfulness and thoughts of home back.

Harry settled himself on Balerion's warm scales and felt as the dragon's muscles constricted underneath him as Balerion moved. They flew up into the sky, just touching the clouds, and flew over Sunspear, joined by Eliana and Daenerys. Eliana screeched out and Balerion joined her, sounding their triumph at finally coming home. Harry could see numerous people in the city look up at them as they flew over, their eyes going wide.

It must have been market day in the city, for there were various carts filled with goods and supplies in the streets. The tall towers of Sunspear dotted the city and he watched as Dany's eyes widened as she took the seat of House Martell. Sunspear would be the first city she saw of Westeros since she had been born all those years ago and it was beautiful.

They flew across the city and hovered over the final defensive wall, looking out over the horizon to the north. The Dothraki had already set up camp, outside the walls of Sunspear. Thousands of horses and men littered the ground below and the banner of House Targaryen hung on poles, rising above everything else. The Unsullied camped next to the Dothraki and the Martell army was growing next to it.

King's Landing was to the north and so was the Iron Throne. They were home. They were ready.