Holy crap this chapter took ages to finish, I won't bore you guys with a long explanation but the short answer is I have spent the last month moving houses which has been a bastard to do anyway enjoy the chapter and hopefully I can get the next one out faster.

The Dragon's Return

Florian The Fox

The Northern Seas…

Florian stands on the deck of Stannis's Flagship, he held Alysanne by her little waist as she sat over the ship's edge, he knew Stannis did not approve of him bringing his young child with them but all the same, he would not leave her not so soon after her mother's death.

"I can't see anything" Alys complains.

"Keep looking," Florian tells her.

"It was better last time," Alys says "I saw many fish, I saw a sea dragon"

That was so absurd that Florian had to laugh "Did you now?" he chuckled "Was it big?"

"Very big!" Alys nods, raising her little arms in an attempt to show him "Bigger than me! Uncle Rycherd speared it and I ate it for dinner"

Florian smirked "I have tales of men slaying dragons but never have I heard of a little girl eating one:

"When I'm big like you, father I'll spear my own dragon!" Alys announces giddily.

Florian kisses the top of his young daughter's head "I'm sure you will my love"

He turns when he hears footsteps behind him, "Your grace" he greets, slightly startled.

The King stands before him with his fiery crown resting upon his head and Lightbringer sheathed at his side...the sword was always at his side.

Florian places his daughter on her feet, Stannis's stern demeanour did little to frighten her, she bows respectfully "Your grace" she greets giving the king a toothy grin.

Florian had known Alys's smile to melt the hearts of even the hardest of men but if Stannis was affected he did not show it.

"Run along Alys," Florian says ruffling his daughter's curly hair "It should almost be time for your lessons with the Princess Shireen"

Alys nods eagerly and after giving one last clumsy curtsy to Stannis runs off.

"It's a good daughter you have Ser Florian," Stannis says.

"She is your grace," Florian says "I am very proud of her"

Stannis nods "I was sorry to hear about your wife, I did not know her but from what I have heard she was a good woman"

Florian nods sadly "She was your grace," he says "The best of women"

"She gave you a healthy daughter and a strong son," Stannis says "Would that Selyse would give me the same blessing"

"Princess Shireen is sweet and intelligent child your grace" Florian assures "She will make you proud"

Stannis eyes him "Why did you leave that Sept?" he asks "I've often wondered"

"It was not by choice your grace, though I would have left anyway" Florian admits. "Our sept was built by a lumber's mill, the owner had a daughter of fifteen...one day Septon Delsyn took me and a few other acolytes to mill to bury and bless the miller's dead wife I saw the girl and offered my condolences"

"And you comforted her" Stannis finishes.

Florian nods "I deflowered her, spilt my seed in her and put a baby in her belly" he says shamefully "Her father came to sept and demanded that he be paid recompense, after they banished me I went back to the mill and asked Eleyna to be my wife, she accepted and then we left for Dragonstone...you know the rest your grace"

"You should never have laid with her, that was your dishonour," Stannis says "But instead of fathering a bastard you took the girl to wife, My brother could have learned from you"

I saved Garlan from the fate of being a bastard Florian thought But not the others. I am Robert without a crown.

'When we arrive at the wall you will stand with me" Stannis says "Ser Davos at my right hand and you at my left"

Florian was taken aback "What of my brother?"

Stannis snorts "If he has half the wits of a turnip he will stand well away from me. Did you know he asked to be made my new hand? After I had pardoned you and Ser Davos".

Such ambition Florian thought Sometimes I cannot believe he is truly my brother "He has always difficult your grace" he says.

"Your nephew, the new Lord Alekyne, what is he like?"

Florian was puzzled "Why does your grace ask?"

"I had his father burned at the stake for treason," Stannis says "I want to know if his son will betray me for it"

Florian sighs "In truth your grace I do not know" he admits "Alekyne is a good man but weak, if he is offered a pardon by the Usurpers he may take it"

Stannis grits his teeth "Then perhaps I will have another Florent to burn" with that he marches off leaving Florian to ponder his words.

The Mother is Merciful Florian thought Stannis Baratheon is not...but in a world full of injustice and dishonour he is the only King who can change that...he has to be.

Jon Connington

Dorne….

Tywin Lannister was dead. Slain with a crossbow by his own son while taking a shit, it should be enough to make even him laugh but Lord Jon Connington was in a foul mood. The Journey from Pentos to Dorne had been riddled with rain and storms, they had made the Prince so ill that Griff had actually feared for his life, the Physician that the fat magister had gifted them was completely incompetent Perhaps I should have had Ser Franklyn throw him into the sea Griff thought bitterly.

Thankfully Aegon's illness had broken soon after they docked in Dorne, a few miles from the Water Gardens, they wished to take no risks but the troubles did not stop there, The little princess had already left for Starfall with her man Harwin and several others including Ser Rolly. He disliked how the girl spoke to Aegon as if she was his equal It is my fault Griff knew I promised the Young Wolf his crown and now his bastard sister thinks it rightfully hers

"You are quiet my lord" Aegon said from the horse beside his.

"I have much on my mind" Griff responds.

"I have known you all my life my friend," Aegon says "I know when something is bothering you, speak your concerns and see them settled"

"We should have sailed east to Meereen as we planned," Griff says.

Aegon shakes his head "Prince Doran will make a powerful ally" he assures "He has many men and he is my uncle and he as much reason to hate the Lannister's as I"

"As does Daenerys Targaryen" Griff counters

Aegon's expression does not change but his eyes darken "I decided against that plan a long time ago my lord"

"She has men" Griff continues "You have just as much of her as you do the Martell's as you do and she has three growing dragons"

"And she is a kinslayer" Aegon reminds.

Griff sighs "Aegon, her husband murdered Viserys"

"Khal Drogo did the deed it is true" Aegon nods "But from what Jorah Mormont wrote to Varys my dear sweet aunt did little to save her own brother, perhaps she even ordered it done"

"You did not know him" Griff protests "Illyrio says Viserys was cruel and mad beyond control"

Aegon was unmoved "He was my uncle, my father's brother. Daenerys can have Meereen, Yunkai and Astapor. If she wishes she can have Qarth and Volantis, Yi Ti, Asshai, Myr, Tyrosh, Pentos, Braavos, Qohor she can have the whole east for all I care but she will not have a single blade-of-grass from Westeros...I am already giving enough of it away"

Griff stiffens "You refer to the Bastard"

"You promised me she would naive little girl," Aegon says, his tone reflecting his displeasure "One that we could control but since we made that damned pact with her, she has charmed and brought our men, my men over to her side, you saw how many volunteered to accompany her to Starfall"

"I misjudged—"

"You have misjudged a great many things of late my lord," Aegon says trotting off ahead of him.

Ser Franklyn sees this and rides up next to Griff "The boy speaks like a king"

"As well he should," Griff says "I have spent twenty-one years preparing him for his destiny"

"You have lived too long my lord The Brown Apple says "But the years have not weakened you, Westeros believes that you died a broken man but here you are, working to restore the Dragons to the Iron Throne"

"It never should have been lost" Griff sighs "If Rhaegar had only waited...The tourney at Harrenhal it was a ploy, he, I Lord Whent we were supposed to gather the great lords to arrange a Great Council and remove King Aerys but then the wolf girl caught Rhaegar's eye, it was the first time I'd seen him act the fool...but not the last"

"You have a second chance with the boy" Ser Franklyn assures.

Griff nods "I failed the father but I will not fail the son"

"And once he sits that damned iron chair will we truly follow the Wolf Girl?" Ser Franklyn asks

Damn Stark's bastard to hell Griff thought angrily the girl had proven that she was not as naive and incapable as he first believed I should have pressed a pillow against her face the day she came crawling into Pentos But I saw an opportunity to bring the North to Aegon's cause, perhaps I should correct that damn mistake when she returns from Starfall and see her sister take her place...No it was a sweet idea but a foolish one, Aegon would never allow it, he had given his word to the bastard and Griff had raised him never too break his word.

"We will do as our King commands" Griff answered simply.

Ser Franklyn nods "That is all a soldier can do"

They did not set camp that night Aegon was determined to arrive at the Water Gardens today and so they rode for several more hours until they stood before one of the most magnificent places in Westeros, it was so bright and full of life with blue crystal waters, magnificent palm trees, Martell spearmen stood at the entrances watching the approaching party cautiously.

One of them approached Griff and his companions "Lord Connington" he greeted politely "Prince Doran bids you welcome, he has asked me to escort you and your companions"

Griff merely nods in thanks and glances over at Aegon, the young man had wanted to wash the blue dye out of his hair but Griff had advised against it, for the time being, the eunuch wasn't the only one with spies around the kingdoms.

While their horses were taken away the soldier led them through the courtyard and inside of the Palace and to a grand living area, with cushioned chairs and a table full of delicious food, sitting on the couch was Doran Martell, Lord of Sunspear and Prince of Dorne.

"My Lord Connington, welcome to Dorne" he said with a warm yet somewhat cautious smile, next to him sat a beautiful young woman with olive skin, large dark eyes and long black hair that fell in ringlets, she wore an orange and red dress and an ornate snake coiled around her arm, Princess Arianne Martell, "I must say I was surprised to hear from you, seeing as how you had supposedly drank yourself to death in Essos.

That dishonourable lie that he had been forced to tell angered Griff more than he let on but the Spider and the fat magister had insisted on the scheme for the sake of secrecy "A false tale my lord" he says putting a hand on Aegon's shoulder "Told for his sake"

Prince Doran nods "Of late I have been told much of this young man," he says before attempting to stand.

His daughter's eyes widen as she moves to help him "Father you shouldn't—"

He patted her hand reassuringly "It is fine my sweet" he says before nodding to a large guard, with dark skin, a bald head and a massive long-axe, the guard stepped forward and handed the aging Prince a cane which he uses to hobble forward towards Aegon "You have his look I grant you" Doran says softly "Though I don't remember Rhaegar having blue hair"

Aegon kept his expression neutral "I assure you, my lord, that my hair is silver like my father's" he said "Dyeing it was a necessary precaution if the Lannisters learned of my survival—"

"They'd dash your head against a stone wall as they did that poor child" Prince Doran gives a suspicions look "Who was that child who died in your place?"

Aegon tenses "He was just a young boy with my look that Lord Varys the Spider had swapped with me...I am not proud of what happened to him but I am alive to take revenge for my mother and sister"

"That is what we all want is it not?" Doran said with a smile "Revenge for those horrible murders and a restoration of the Targaryen Dynasty. You propose to accomplish this by marrying my beloved daughter?"

Aegon nods "My lord Houses Martell and Targaryen have always been close since the days of Daeron II," he says "But they can be far closer still we have ten-thousand men ready to march against the Usurpers but we will not succeed if Dorne is not with us"

"You have humility," Doran says "A good trait for a king the gods know that The Usurper never had any...but that does not make you Rhaegar's son"

Griff had expected this, of course, there would be doubt, the Lannisters would use it as a weapon against them...they had plans to ensure that they would never get the chance but first, the Martell's had to be convinced.

"My apologies my lord" Prince Doran "I'd hate to name you a liar but other then your word and your looks you have not a shred of evidence and you claim to be king over Tommen Baratheon"

Aegon steps forward "My lord, Tommen is a false king and a bastard born of incest!" he protests "And even if he were not Robert Baratheon was a traitor and a Usurper with no true claim to the throne"

"And yet he ruled the Seven Kingdoms for seventeen years" Doran counters.

"On the bones of women and children!" Aegon said "Your own sister and her daughter's bones!"

For the first time, the Prince of Dorne looked angered though Griff wondered whether the anger was for Aegon or for the remainder of what the Lannisters did to his family

"My lords I must think on this matter, "Prince Doran says "In the meantime, you shall be confined to our best apartments"

The Words alarmed Griff who instinctively reached for his sword but he was stopped when the Axe-wielding guard stomped the butt of his weapon against the floor and a dozen men-at-arms swarmed into the room "You swore to hear us!" Griff yelled.

"I have heard you my lord" Prince Doran counters "And now I will think on what I have heard"

"Is this how Dorne treats its guests?" Griff demands.

"You have not been given bread and salt," The Prince says calmly "And therefore you are not entitled to guest right...though regardless I promise to treat you both and your men with respect and honour"

As they are led away by the guards Griff couldn't help but notice the look on Aegon's face, he was not scared or angry but instead, he was calm…He knew he could speak his way out of this.

Mia Stark

Dorne, Starfall….

Mia Stark and her companions rode towards a faint blur of a castle on the horizon, even after all these many years it felt familiar, as if she had made this journey before, a large tower over the castle took her attention most of all "Stop" she told Harwin who rode next to her "Tell them to stop"

Harwin turned to the men behind her and shouted "Stop!" he shouted and they all came to a halt.

Mia's breath caught in her throat, she bit her lip nervously as she looked at the castle of Starfall, her mother's home and once her own home.

Harwin was looking at her with concern, he reached out but seemed reluctant to touch "My lady are you well?" he asked

She smiled at her protector and took his hand "Thank you, my friend, I just need a moment"

Harwin nods "We'll rest here!" he calls to the group.

"That is good," a large man says loudly "Saeonus's arse was causing pain"

When Mia had called for volunteers to join her Saeonus had been the first to join her, he was a profoundly large man, twice the size of Mia, even with the largest horse, it still struggled to hold him, his skin was dark brown, his head shaved clean and his beard was cut into what reminded Mia of a horsetail, his belly was massive and he wielded a large axe, heavier than Mia. When she first met him, she thought that he might be a half-wit but after a while, she decided he was just odd.

Triston "Blackhead" Rivers, a bastard of the Riverlands gave the giant a grin "Is it because of the horse?" he asks "Or the ramming our comrades have given it?" he was smaller than Harwin and Saeonus yet had a far more dangerous look about him. Slender, graceful, and fit he has a pale face and dark almost black eyes. His hair was slick and black and his smile sent shivers down Mia's spine

"Watch your tongue around the Princess" Harwin snaps

Blackhead laughed "I did not realise that she was a child needing to be shielded from foul words"

"Nor did I," Mia said, dismounting her horse. "I have told you, Harwin, many times I am no child and do not need to be coddled as such"

Blackhead was still laughing "I've told you, big man," he says to Saeonus "The Highbornhate bastards because they know we can destroy them" he blows the sand from his sword "I look forward to gutting them like the pigs they are"

This is the beginning of my great army Mia thought bitterly My brother had monsters in his army as well but he kept them hidden in the shadows and one day they shoved a knife into his heart. I won't make the same mistake my monsters will stand beside me in the light.

Mia sat away from the rest of the group, looking over at the place where she was born I wonder If I would have been happy here she thought Winterfell was the only home she'd ever known and she will fight to her last breath to get it back But the bitter memories she had were almost as potent as the good. Perhaps Starfall would have been different.

"You look nervous my lady" Ser Rolly says from behind her "If you don't mind me saying"

Mia let out a little laugh "Would it matter Ser?" she asked sardonically "You would speak anyway"

Ser Rolly smirks "Forgive me for caring," he said "But the Prince charged me with your protection and I fear I would not rest easy if you did it have a sound mind"

Mia snorts "And I suppose you would sleep easier if you were with your Prince instead of me"

"Aegon is my king and I desire to protect him of course," Rolly says "But...but I have grown...fond of your company my lady, travelling with you is not a hardship for me"

Mia felt her cheeks turn red and her skin heat up, she looked away before the Knight could see. Ser Rolly was thirteen years her senior but that only made her feel safer around him, not once had he even mentioned her former bastard status and when she lost her temper he did not retreat from her as others did.

"I do not know how you must be feeling my lady" Ser Rolly said "Meeting a family you have never known but you have already lost too much, perhaps this can be a chance to start anew"

It was all Mia could do not to cry "A hundred families would not be enough to fill the hole my father and brothers left when they died...but thank you Ser"

Rolly merely nods and leaves her to her thoughts.

It was not until dusk that Mia finally gathered the courage to move on, Blackhead was the only one to show his relief but Mia could see it in the other's eyes I just showed weakness she thought I can not do that again.

An hour later they finally arrived at the gate, where a guard clad in purple approached "State your names in business"

Mia hesitated for a moment before saying "Mia Stark of Winterfell. I've come to speak with Lord Dayne"

The guard looked suspicious but upon seeing Mia's eyes he looked shocked "Ye-yes of course...I imagine Lord Edric will want to speak with you immediately"

Inside the castle, Mia waited in the great hall which was decorated with the banners of House Dayne, Mia had to squint his eyes at the overwhelming bright purple that covered the room "Lady Stark" a voice said Mia turned to see a young man no older than Arya came into the room, his hair was pale blonde and his eyes were dark blue, almost purple.

Mia curtsies which was awkward to do in her riding clothes "Lord Edric" she greets "It is an honour to meet you"

The Young Lord smiles softly "When they told me who had arrived I did not believe them" he said "But now looking at you I almost think that one of our paintings of my Aunt Ashara has come to life"

I hate that name Mia thought And I love it as well but few things sting as much as hearing the name of the mother she never knew

"My Lord I am here on behalf of Lord Jon Connington"

That seemed to confuse Edric "Jon Connington?" he asked "I have heard he was dead" even with his doubt he took the parchment Mia offered and broke the seal. After a long while of reading it, he gave Mia a look "Is this a jape?"

"If it was a jape you'd be laughing," Mia says "Everything in that letter is true"

"Aegon Targaryen, the long-dead son of Rhaegar Targaryen is supposedly alive, has raised an army of ten thousand men and is now in Dorne?"

"I imagine he'll be speaking to Prince Doran Martell as we speak" Mia confirms.

Lord Edric eyes her "The men you came with?"

"All of them are men of the Golden Company," Mia says "Except for the Northerner, he is my Sworn Shield"

"A fine man to protect you I'm sure," another voice says.

A woman in her early thirties came down the steps, dressed in a light purple dress for a moment Mia thought it was the woman she saw when she drank the shade-of-the-evening but no this woman was not near as beautiful and her eyes were not purple but instead a dark blue like Lord Edric's.

Edric turned to regard her "Aunt Allyria this is—"

"You don't need to tell me" the woman said, she strode nervously towards Mia, eyes half wide with what seemed to be shocked, eventually she lifted her had and brushed her fingertips along Mia's cheek it was a warm and pleasant feeling. "You are Mia" she said softly, "You are my sister's daughter"

With that Allyria Hugs Mia so tightly but it felt so warm that Mia found herself hugging the woman back, tears dropping from her cheeks.

Harwin and the others are given food and rooms to spend the night. Allyria took Mia to a large room with dozens of paintings of knights holding a white sword, pale as milkglass decorating the wall.

Allyria had not released Mia's arm since they embraced as if she would fade into thin air a permanent grin plastered on her face. "You can not imagine my joy in seeing you," she says "You are so welcome here"

Not knowing what to do Mia simply nods "Thank you, my lady"

Allyria laughs lightly "I never grew used to my family calling me that, you may call me Allyria" she gestures to some cushioned chairs "Please sit, will you take some wine?"

Mia shakes her head "No thank you" she says politely "I...never developed a taste for it"

That makes Allyria smile even more brightly "Ashara hated it as well" she said, "I was young when she…"

Mia frowns and looks away at her words "What was she like?" Mia asks "My father didn't like to speak of her"

"She was a woman of courtesy if there ever was one" Allyria says "Those she loved, those she hated, she spoke to them all the same, she danced with them and she gave them the same smile, I only ever saw her truly smile at two people, our brother Arthur...and you" she puts her hand on Mia's arm "I know that it may be hard to believe this but the day you left was the worst day of her life"

That made Mia angry "I did not leave" she sneered "She gave me away what kind of a mother gives away her child? Do you have any idea what it was like at Winterfell, surrounded by half-siblings with a step-mother who hated me?"

Allyria sighs "I don't know why Ashara gave you up or why...why she did what she did afterwards" she says sadly "But I promise you Mia that she loved you more than anything more than life whatever the reason she gave you to your father I know in my heart it was because she thought it was the best thing for you"

The words gave Mia some peace "Thank you for telling me this my lady" Mia says "I would like to hear more about my mother but not now it's…"

Allyria nods "I understand," she says "What if I instead told you about my brother, your uncle Arthur"

Newfound enthusiasm swelled in Mia "The Sword Of The Morning!" the delight in her voice made her sound like a giddy little girl. Mia never shared Sansa's love for heroic southern knights but she always loved hearing her father speak of her famous uncle when she was younger she of dreamed wielding the legendary blade herself one day but that was never to be, she was not a Dayne and she was not a man and the North would always be her true home.

The excitement in Mia's voice makes her aunt laugh "I often wonder how many in the seven kingdoms remember my brother's true name…no man was his peer even Rhaegar Targaryen could not best him, Barristan the Bold came close but not when Arthur wielded Dawn no man could stop him when he wielded Dawn"

"What was he like?" Mia asked in awe "As a man I mean"

Allyria chuckled "He was a man who should have been born as a sword, I never saw him without one by his side we all doted on him even our eldest brother but he never had a stronger bond...then the one he had with Ashara...have you ever had a strong connection like that Mia?"

Mia nods "With my brother Robb," she says sadly.

"Really?" Allyria says surprised "Not Jon Snow...forgive me but I would think—"

"I love Jon just like I love all my siblings," Mia says "But honestly we were never close we only reminded each other of what we were"

"I see" Allyria nods.

Mia sighs "My lady forgive me but I need to get an answer from Lord Edric...my allies"

"You already have an answer, Mia," Allyria says "You were Ashara's life, she birthed you she loved you, she fed you at her own breast, she called you her little Half-Star. You may not be called Dayne but you have our blood, you are family and House Dayne stands by family" she stands from her seat "Whatever the Martell's decide we will fight for the dragon once again...and for the Wolf of Winterfell"

Jon Connington

The Water Gardens….

For days Griff and Aegon were looked in a well accommodating, Griff had only been in a cell once, the night Before Aerys had exiled him from Westeros and he could say without a doubt that he liked his current cell better...yet it was a cell all the same.

"Enough" Aegon tells him,"Your pacing is threatening to drive me mad"

"This is taking to long" Griff says back.

Aegon shrugs "He is the Prince of Dorne and he has a large decision to make, surely we can be a little more patient"

As if on cue the door swings open and the captain of the guard Aero Hotah steps in "The Prince will see you now" The large man says in a gruff voice.

They were led to The Prince's solar, his daughter was no longer with him instead he was with a young yet beautiful girl no older than fifteen or sixteen with long golden curls, clean white skin and emerald eyes "Forgive me Prince Doran" she said when she saw Aegon and Griff "I was not aware that you were hosting guests"

The Prince of Dorne smiled "Actually Myrcella I brought them here to meet you" he said "This is Lord Jon and the Lord Aegon, my lords this is Princess Myrcella of the House Baratheon, who is betrothed to my son Prince Trystane"

Griff knew that Myrcella had been made a ward of House Martell but that didn't make her presence here less worrying perhaps he had fully thrown in with the Lannisters after all.

Aegon seemed slightly unnerved as well, though he did well to hide it, he took the young girl's pale hand and kissed her knuckles "My lady it is an honour to meet you"

"Aegon," Myrcella said with a smile, "Like The Conqueror?"

Aegon smirked "Not yet"

"Run along Princess," Prince Doran said "I must speak with these two men alone"

Myrcella nods, curtsies to Griff and Aegon and leaves, when she is gone Prince Doran turns his attention to the two "Myrcella has been my ward from almost three years without issue" The Prince sighs "But that was before my brother Oberyn was killed in a trial by combat against the very man who raped and murdered my sister. The Lannisters assure us that the Mountain is dying of most horrid of poisons and that they will send us his head when he has succumbed"

This was news to Griff, news that would unlikely be welcome to Aegon, that had learned of the Red Viper's death when they learned of Tywin's death but until now Aegon thought Gregor Clegane would be his to deal with"

Aegon clenched his fists behind his back and sucked air through his teeth "I had heard that Ser Gregor confessed to the murder of my mother and sister before he killed Prince Oberyn" his voice struggling to remain calm

"No" Prince Doran shook his head "He only confessed to the murder of Elia and the babe, he said nothing of the Princess Rhaenys" Doran rubs his head wearily "Oberyn had coated his skin with thickened Manticore Venom. From what I have heard it causes a horribly painful death but this has done little to appease my nieces, Obara wishes to raise an army and turn every town and castle from Oldtown to King's Landing into Oberyn's funeral pyre. Nymeria wishes to send Myrcella's head back to her brother before murdering the rest of their family and Tyene wishes for us to rally behind the Princess and see her crowned Queen"

"And what do you want my lord?" Griff asks.

Doran locks eyes with him for a long while before turning back to Aegon "If I were to give you Princess Myrcella what would you do?"

Aegon was taken aback "I don't understand"

"If you swear to me that you are who you say you are "I will hand the Princess over to you. You can flay her, behead her or prick her with Manticore Venom, whatever you choose so long as you swear to me that you are my sister's son"

Aegon hesitates judging the Prince's words before speaking "I am the son of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and Princess Elia Martell. I am the Rightful King of the Andals and the First Men, the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and the Protector of the realm, I will bring an end injustices across the realm, caused by Lannister, Frey and Bolton and I will end the lives of any man or woman responsible...but I will not kill an innocent girl for the sins of her family, I am not Tywin Lannister and I am certainly not my grandfather. I swear this to you"

Griff could see by the look on Prince Doran's face that Aegon had given the exact answer he wanted "What will you do with her instead?" he asks.

"She'll be declared a bastard born of incest" he says "No lord of note or perhaps no lord at all will consent to marry their sons to her so I will keep her in King's Landing as a ward, I'll give her as good of a life as I can, the same will be done for Tommen"

"You have no intention of killing the boy?"

"No only the ones who deserve it"

Prince Doran smiles "I see much potential in you Aegon," he says "You do not have the bloodthirstiness in you that Tywin Lannister and Robert Baratheon did but bringing the Golden Company to your side shows that you are not incompetent either, perhaps the blood of Rhaegar is in you after all..." The Dornish man struggles to his feet again "Come, nephew" he said with his largest smile "Embrace me"

Aegon smiled and chuckled a little before wrapping his arms around the older man "Dorne is with your grace" he says "I will marry you to my daughter and stand beside you so that we may one day see the dragons on the Iron Throne again"

"That day will come sooner then you think Uncle" Aegon says, a determined look in his eye...