King's Landing 300 AC.

Arianne.

Since she'd come here she'd felt marginalized, left to sit on the sideline, and made watch what happens rather than be a part of things. That she wasn't the only one didn't make her feel any better or lessen her annoyance. The closest she had come to Prince Daemon was almost the first few days she'd arrived. Arianne had thought there would be a challenge, a chase, only to find she wasn't even in the race.

It was something she was not used to and something she didn't enjoy, that the prince also grew ever more interesting to her didn't help at all. Daemon was handsome and dangerous and for Arianne, that was the most exciting combination. Each thing he did or she learned about him only made her want him more. When he had risen from the dead she like everyone else had been stunned. The men he had with him, the fact he had a god's favor even the rescue of her cousin all only adding to his appeal.

Yet she couldn't even manage to be in the same room as him and hadn't been in a position to make him want her the same way she now wanted him. Seeing the wedding only made that want grow, why he wished to marry Myrcella Lannister of all people was beyond her. The girl was simply that, a girl, a man like Daemon needed a woman, a woman like her.

"Are you well, Ari?" Tyene asked from beside her as they sat in the Great Hall.

"I thought they'd have arrived by now?" she said and Tyene looked to her with a small smile on her face.

"They're probably fucking each other's brains out on the dragon." her cousin said and Arianne had to admit that was an interesting idea, though it wasn't Myrcella she pictured Daemon fucking.

"Probably, though why he'd want to fuck a silly girl is beyond me." she said and Tyene she was happy to see nodded her agreement.

"I can't believe they walked through the fire, how does someone even do that?" Nym said as she sat down beside them.

"R'hllor is the god of fire is he not?" she said.

"Still, that was impressive, scary but impressive." Nym said and she couldn't help but agree.

Arianne looked around the Great Hall, that their status had dropped was clear to her and she liked it not. She looked to the High Table where the Lannisters now sat and even though it was right they should, given that Myrcella had just married a prince and it was her wedding feast, it only reinforced their own fall from grace. That Rhaenys barely spoke to them and Elia seemed to be always busy had only further made it clear that they were in disfavor.

As she was beginning to feel her blood boil she heard the hush in the room as Rhaegar stood up, the king raising his hands to ensure there was quiet. She like everyone else looked to the High Table to see what Rhaegar was about to say. Then seeing a door open out of the corner of her eye she realized that Daemon and Myrcella had finally arrived.

"My Lords and Ladies, I give you Prince Daemon and Princess Myrcella Targaryen." Rhaegar said.

While the rest of the room cheered as the happy couple entered the room, Arianne looked them both over. Myrcella's hair was messed up and Daemon's clothes not as perfect as they had been, and quickly she found her anger rising. The thought that he had been fucking this vapid little girl instead of her, raising her ire. Even more so when she saw that Daemon wasn't even looking around the hall, his eyes focussed only on Myrcella.

Arianne had people look at her that way before, Drey, Ser Daemon, the Darkstar, and many others. There was devotion in that look, lust too, but mainly it was devotion. Daemon showing even more clearly than he had already in his actions that Myrcella was the only woman for him and she felt herself gripping the knife in her hand. Tyene reaching out to touch her and bring her attention to what she was doing.

"I find myself hating that girl, cousin." Arianne said softly.

"I know, it's clear how he feels about her." Tyene replied, she and her cousin having spent many a night speaking on the prince as they lay in bed together.

"Did they take all your poisons away?" she whispered softly in her ear.

"No, I have more, but Ari, I don't think, with Daemon I told you it didn't work.".

"I know." she said her eyes not on the prince for once.

She ate and drank and looked around for someone to take her mind of the prince, for a time at least. The room though was barren of potential conquests, none of the lords or knights present even remotely interesting her. None of the ladies either, as none of them could hold a candle to Tyene and it seemed that it would be her cousin who'd help scratch her itch again that night.

When the dancing came she looked to see Daemon and Myrcella dance and then watched as he danced with his grandmother, sister, Elia and with his new goodmother. Even Allyria got a dance from him though he never once came close to their table, nor even looked their way. She found herself cursing her father and her uncle, while she agreed with them about Daemon, they had been too blatant about it and now she suffered because of it.

Had they covered it more, hidden how they truly felt in private conversations then things could have been different. It could have been her dancing with the prince, her being taken for flights on the dragon. As she watched Daemon kiss Myrcella's cheek and walk from the room she could help it no more. Getting up from her seat she followed after him, finding him standing on a balcony beside a white wolf which snarled silently at her.

"Congratulations my prince." she said with the most dazzling smile she could manage.

"I thank you princess." Daemon said and moved to walk back inside.

"It's a wonderful wedding my prince, but are you sure you picked the right bride?" she said as she moved closer to him.

"I am." Daemon said simply.

"Really? Did you even consider the other possibilities, the other delights which could have been an offer to a prince such as yourself?" she said licking her lips and reaching out to touch his chest.

Arianne had been turned down before, it didn't happen much but it had happened and it had only made her more eager to bed the man who had done so. Most of them she had then discarded and it was purely her pride which had made her want them, some she had stayed with for a while longer as with them it was desire. Never though had she ever been laughed at and seeing Daemon do so now only made her even angrier.

"You really do think far too much of yourself Arianne, so let me put it in terms you'll understand. If you and your cousins were the last women in this fucking world, then I'd rather swear a vow of chastity then sleep with any of you." Daemon said as he moved to walk away.

"You really think a little girl can keep you satisfied?" she said as he passed her.

"I think you snakes have no idea of how loud Myrcella can roar, but perhaps you should stand outside my manse tonight, you may hear her.".

She glowered at him when he walked from the balcony and then hurried after him, arriving in the Great Hall a moment after he did. She had messed her hair and her dress as she moved and she looked to the High Table expecting Myrcella to see her and jump to the obvious conclusion. Instead, she saw Daemon whisper in her ear and Myrcella laugh and she felt certain somehow that she was the reason why.

Kings Landing 300 AC.

Margaery.

She like most had her heart in her mouth when Myrcella and the prince walked into the flames. To see them not only walk from them unharmed but with their clothing intact, was something she couldn't explain. That the prince had then taken his new wife for a Dragonflight afterward was she felt incredibly romantic. It was showing he was willing to share this whole other part of his life with her and Margaery briefly felt a little jealous.

As they rode back to the Red Keep she had to listen as her grandmother spoke of her and Tommen. How they would be a good match and that he would most likely be the future Lord of Casterly Rock and Warden of the West. Margaery though tuned her out, she knew he would be a good match for her and not for the same reasons that her grandmother did. In the few times they'd spent with each other she had found him to be much different than Aegon had been and found herself reacting far differently because of it.

He was shy at first, then attentive and curious, asking her about herself and the things she liked to do. He listened to her and each conversation she had with him only made her wish to speak to him more. When she was with Tommen she didn't need to tailor her conversation to what he may like, nor did she fear he'd grow upset if she took it in a different direction. Instead, he seemed to genuinely like listening to her, laughing because he found something she said funny rather than to be polite.

"Margaery." her grandmother said and Margaery shook her head and looked to her.

"Sorry grandmother, you were saying?".

"I was saying you need to enchant Ser Tommen tonight sweetling, dance with him, laugh at his japes, make him wish the match as much as I do.".

"Of course grandmother." she said with a smile.

Arriving at the Red Keep they were led to the Great Hall, Margaery noticing her grandmother was happy at their placement. With Daemon's rise and Aegon's fall, she knew her grandmother had feared for their future. With Rhaenys now set to be matched to Willas and both of them seeming to be happy by the match, they were now much more secure.

Which had now once again led to her grandmother's attention being focussed on her. To see her and Tommen matched would tie them not just to the crown but to the Lannister also, and even were she not as studied in politics as she was, Margaery knew the import of that. Looking around the room she soon found him and she was happy to see he seemed to be doing the same thing as she.

"When do you think they'll arrive?" Loras said as he took his seat beside her.

"It depends on where they've gone on the dragon." she answered.

"Do you think they've gone far? They wouldn't just skip the feast would they?" he asked her and she shook her head.

"No Myrcella's whole family is here, Daemon's too, look even his men are here." she said pointing to the table where they sat "They'll be here.".

Her words were proved true not much later as Daemon and Myrcella arrived and once they did the feast began in earnest. While she ate and enjoyed her meal, it was what came afterward that she most looked forward to. Feeling her heart beat a little faster when the tables were moved and Daemon and Myrcella took to the floor. She had no sooner began to hope that Tommen wouldn't wait too long to ask her to dance than he was standing at the table.

"Lady Margaery, would you honor me with a dance?" Tommen said almost nervously.

"It would be a pleasure Ser Tommen." she said with a large smile which he returned.

He took her hand and led her to the floor, his arms going around her as they began to dance. While not as close as Daemon was dancing with Myrcella, she was pleased to notice that Tommen danced closer to her than most others were dancing together. His early nervousness gone somewhat as they moved. When the song was finished and the next one began she was even happier with him, the thought of changing partners or going back to the table clearly not one he had.

"Your sister looks so beautiful tonight Tommen." she said as she looked at him.

"She does, as do you Margaery." he said and she found his little blush most endearing.

"I'm so glad you asked me to dance, I had hoped you would." she said and this time when he looked at her the blush was gone and his eyes were alight.

"I hoped to dance with the most beautiful woman here, that she was also the only woman I wished to dance with left me with no option." he said and she found herself fighting the urge to kiss him for that.

"So had I said no?" she asked curiously.

"Then I'd have sat alone at my table and had a most troubling night." he said softly.

"As would I, which is why I said yes." she said and felt him pull her a little closer.

They danced three more dances before they moved back to their seats and she was delighted when he sat down beside her. The two of them drinking wine and speaking to each other until they got a second wind and danced once more. Tommen and she barely drank, a glass was all either of them had and the contrast to Aegon was once again clear. Though for Margaery as they danced and she looked into his eyes there was an even bigger contrast. Aegon had never stirred her heart like this, no one had.

King's Landing 300 AC.

Cersei.

Had it not been for Jaime grabbing her hand she'd have raced into the fire after her. The fact that he had been so calm about it proving true only a moment later when her daughter and Daemon walked out unharmed. Seeing her then as she climbed up onto the dragon's back and they took off into the sky, Cersei felt lump in her throat. While it had been her father's desire to see Myrcella married to a prince, for Cersei hers was far more simple. All she wished for was to see her daughter happy, to see Myrcella married to a good man.

Daemon she felt was that and that he so clearly loved her daughter only made him more worthy in her eyes. As they had ridden back to the Red Keep she looked forward to the feast ahead and to dancing with the man who had always made her happy. Briefly, she had wondered if perhaps they'd skip the feast, if Daemon and Myrcella would instead fly off somewhere to be alone. As she watched them walk in she was glad they had not, as she'd not realized just how much she wished to see her daughter feted so.

When the time came for the dancing it was Daemon and not Jaime she danced with first, her goodson picking her to dance with after he had danced with Myrcella and Rhaella. She found herself smiling as they danced, seeing the prince up close and watching as he looked at Myrcella dance with Jaime.

"She's looking at you too my prince." she said and noticed his smirk.

"Daemon please my lady." he said.

"Cersei, we're family after all Daemon.".

"The fire Cersei, Myrcella and I, she was never in any danger I hope you know that?".

"Jaime told me so, though I have to admit I worried.".

"I'd never put Myrcella in harm, nor allow anyone to cause her pain." Daemon said firmly and Cersei looked at him and smiled.

"I'm glad she found someone like you.".

"I'm glad I found someone like her." Daemon said and she noticed him looking to Myrcella once more.

"The song is nearly over, perhaps you should dance with who you truly wish Daemon.".

"I shall soon, but while protocol may not really matter to me Cersei, it does to others." he said and she nodded as the song ended and watched as her father danced with Myrcella and Daemon walked to dance with his sister.

She felt his arms on her a moment later, Jaime walking up and turning her around to face him. His expression was harder than usual for her to discern, there was pride, joy, and something else. Though his whispers in her ear as they danced soon made it clear to her.

"I wish this was our day my love, happy though I am for our daughter, this is the kind of day I wish we could have shared." Jaime whispered sending a shudder through her.

"As do I." she said softly.

"She is happy Cersei, our girl is happy, look at her.".

She turned to see Myrcella laughing at something her grandfather was telling her, Cersei surprised to see that he too was smiling as he spoke. Rarely had she seen her father so free with his emotions and that it was her daughter's wedding day that brought them out made her feel so proud of her. She danced with her son later that night, Tommen finally disentangling himself from the rose's vines.

Margaery Tyrell would not have been her choice for him, even though it seemed she had misread the girl. Again though it was seeing him happy that had brought her round, just like with Myrcella the idea of not just a political match but a love one, more than she had hoped. After dancing with him she found her mind drifting to the son who wasn't here, to the son she had lost and feeling the emotion she got up from her seat and walked from the room.

She had failed Joffrey in a lot of ways she thought and despite her father, Tyrion, and even Jaime telling her she had not, she still felt it just as deeply. Instead of guidance she had given her freedom, love instead of discipline, and as she stood looking at the paintings of Targaryens she felt her tears begin to fall.

"Cersei?" she heard the voice and turned to see Tyrion standing there looking at her, an offered handkerchief in his hand.

"Tyrion, what brings you here?" she asked as she wiped her eyes.

"Dancing, it's not my thing." he said with a shake of his head and she looked at him knowing what he meant.

"I, Joff, I was thinking of Joff." she said knowing he'd not leave her until she explained.

She could see him struggling with what to say and she was happy when in the end he said nothing. Instead, he just stood there silently and allowed her to gather her thoughts and try to fight down her emotions herself. Surprisingly she did so far quicker than she had thought and soon they were walking back into the hall. Both of them looking to the floor to see Daemon and Myrcella laughing as they danced and Tommen and Margaery doing likewise.

Tyrion again didn't say a word as they walked to the high table and as she sat down she noticed him looking to Jaime and a moment later speak to their father. Her brother when he wished to be was a master of subtlety, he could play the game and manipulate anyone he wanted. With her, though he had never been that way, he was always far more blatant and doing his best to leave her in no doubt that he wasn't playing her.

"Are you well?" Jaime asked and she nodded.

"I am." she said a moment later when the nod wasn't enough.

"You're sure?" he asked as she looked out at her children who were walking to their tables.

"Yes." she said as she smiled looking on to see Tommen take Margaery's hand and Daemon put his arm around Myrcella before he whispered in her ear.

She had treated all three of her children the same, true Joffrey had gotten more attention at times and Myrcella being her girl had made them connect differently. All of them though had been given her love, unconditionally and without question. Tommen had turned out to be a boy any mother would be proud of and Myrcella was the light of her life.

Joffrey had been troubled though and as she thought more on it she began to see. It wasn't her, it hadn't been any of them who had failed Joffrey. It had been Joffrey who had failed them, he had taken every piece of the privileged life he'd been give and wasted it. So while she would forever mourn his loss, she could at least forgive herself being a part of it. Looking at her other two children, seeing them happy and content, she could relax comfortably in the knowledge that she was a good mother.

Kings Landing 300 AC.

Rhaella.

Daemon was lucky he'd explained just exactly what his god had intended for the wedding, had he not then he'd need to be resurrected once again. It was only because of that she had remained calm when the others around her had not. She had been smiling when he came out the other side of the fire and even more so when he took Myrcella up on Lyanax, though he now owed her a ride too.

"You're taking her up on the dragon?".

"I think it sends a message grandmother."

"It does, a powerful one." she said a little jealously.

"I had meant, I had hoped…" he said his voice breaking.

"Daemon?."

"I wished to take you up grandmother, to show you what Dragonstone looks from up high, to fly over the Red Keep and Blackwater Bay.".

"Then why haven't you?" she asked curiously.

"Lyanax doesn't stay too close grandmother, she flies free and eats where she wishes. She roams the skies and comes back when I need her or when she misses me." he said softly.

"Why?".

"People have tried to kill her, grandmother, men who've wished to take her from me, to take a dragon from this world. Together we decided it was for the best, she trusts me, Thoros, Melisandre, Davos, and a few others, with anyone else she is warier.".

"Even with me?" she asked slightly annoyed.

"What? No, god's no. Even were she not certain of my own love for you it would make no difference. She can sense the good in people grandmother, she knows far better than I who to trust and who not.".

"I'm glad you had someone like her in your life." she said softly.

"I've always had someone like her in my life grandmother, I've had you.".

"So I'll get a dragon ride then?".

"You will, as soon as I can, I promise.".

The feast was a boring affair for her, was it anything other than it was her grandson's wedding day she'd have been elsewhere. Like Bon she had no desire for these things, she understood the politics of them and knew they were necessary but she preferred simpler fare. Give her a more intimate dinner or a less formal one, her favorites being the ones she, Bon, Barristan, and Daemon would have on Dragonstone.

She soon found herself smiling as she remembered some of them, trying to get Daemon to eat things he didn't like, threatening to withhold his dessert if he didn't clean off his plate. Watching as he'd grimace when he tasted something he didn't enjoy or as Bon would sneak him a treat. As she looked out on the man her grandson had become she found she missed the boy just a little, and the smile which had been on her face was soon gone.

"My queen?" Bon said his focus ever on her.

"I'm well, Bon." she said and he looked at her and nodded, never pressing her further as was his wont.

When the time came for her to dance with Daemon her mood had improved and she found herself laughing as they moved around the floor.

"I see my lessons have not been forgotten." she said with a chuckle as they moved gracefully past a couple on the floor.

"Of course not, you were most insistent I learn." Daemon said with a grin.

"I knew one day it would come in handy, Daemon.".

"A day like this?" he asked.

"I hoped for one yes.".

"Is this one what you wished for grandmother, Myrcella is she who you wished for me?".

"She was, she is. I can see how happy your are Daemon, that's always been my wish for you." she said kissing his cheek.".

"I know grandmother, you've been the one person who always wanted that. I'm grateful for it, for everything you've done for me, you know that right?" he said more seriously than she had expected which caught off guard her for a moment.

"I know." she said a moment later as she tried to compose herself.

"I love you grandmother." Daemon said as he kissed her cheek and she almost lost her composure completely.

"I love you too Daemon.".

She was glad the song ended and he led her back to her seat, more so to see Bon waiting for her and to feel his hand take hers when she sat down. Whether it was the emotions of the day itself or simply what Daemon had said, she found herself almost ready to cry. The lump in her throat threatening to overwhelm her and were it not for Bon holding her hand she thought she may run from the room.

Any thought of that was soon gone though as the dancing stopped and everyone took their seat, Rhaegar standing up to speak. She looked to Daemon who nodded and to Elia who was sitting beside Aegon, the room soon quietening down as her son got ready to make the announcement.

"My Lord and Ladies, on behalf of my family and myself I wish to thank you all for helping us to celebrate this wonderful occasion. To Lord Tywin, Lady Cersei, and the rest of the Lannister family I can only offer even more heartfelt thanks. As most of you are well aware the last few moons have been turbulent times, we've suffered at the hands of men who wished to usurp their rights and take that which was not theirs to take.

Thanks to the efforts of my son and the men and women who follow him we've managed to come through those times and we stand here today stronger. However those times have not been without cost, some of us have lost friends, others family, and some will take time to recover from things I'll not speak on." Rhaegar said.

Rhaella watched as Elia put her arm around Aegon, her other grandson leaning into his mother's touch.

"It is because of those events and some other things which have led me to a decision that only a moon ago would have seemed the unlikeliest of occurrences. In consultation with my wife, with my sons and daughter, and with my Hand we've realized that these events force a change.

So on this day, his wedding day, I hereby announce that Prince Daemon Targaryen will be taking on the role of Crown Prince, I name him my heir and he is now officially the first in line to the throne. I ask you to raise your glasses both to the happy couple and to my son, Prince Daemon Targaryen your future king." Rhaegar said as he raised his glass.

She was happy to see it was Aegon who raised his glass first and stood up, Elia and Rhaenys soon joining him. She and Bon and the Lannisters stood almost as one and as she looked around the room she noticed Bon was doing the same. Both of them looking to see if anyone hesitated or showed the slightest doubt. Apart from the Dornish which she expected, no one did, the Northmen and Lord Stark all rising with big smiles on their faces.

"Prince Daemon and Princess Myrcella." the shout went out and she wasn't sure who it was who did so.

"Prince Daemon and Princess Myrcella." she shouted loudly.

Taking her seat she once again felt Bon's hand in hers and this time her emotions were far more under her control. This was what she had dreamed for Daemon from the moment he had called her grandmother, even back then she had known that he would be the king the realm needed, the king they would soon have.

King's Landing 300 AC.

Daemon.

That she wasn't nervous at all, either with the walk through the fire or the ride on Lyanax only made him admire her all the more. Holding his arms around her as they flew over the Red Keep and out over the bay he felt her lean into him, not for protection but because she wished them to be closer. It was because of this he flew for longer than he had intended and that they then arrived late to their own wedding feast.

Walking through the corridors both of them couldn't stop laughing at the idea of it. They'd taken the fastest form of transport in the world and arrived even after those who'd simply walked. The feast itself was a blur to him, only certain parts of it could he picture now in his mind. Dancing with Myrcella, with his grandmother, speaking to Thoros and Melisandre, meeting Lord Stannis and his children thanks to Davos.

Even his father's naming him heir wasn't something he thought too much on, instead his mind concentrated on what was to come. There would be no bedding, not only did he not accept the custom or wish to see others disrobe his wife, but Myrcella had asked him to not have one and he could refuse her nothing. Instead, once he finished speaking to his uncle and the Lords of the North and Myrcella had spoken to her family, they would leave and go back to the Manse.

"Should I call you Crown Prince now, or will nephew still do?" his uncle japed and Daemon looked to see the Lords of the North laughing while looking to him.

"I think we'll stick with nephew, uncle." he said and saw some of them nod their approval.

"It must be time for the bedding?" The Greatjon asked, Lady Maege rolling her eyes.

"There won't be one my lord." he said and saw the man's disappointment.

"Why not?" The Greatjon asked and Daemon smirked as he looked to him.

"I fear were someone to see my wife naked or try to help her reach that state then my dragon and I would not be pleased Lord Umber." he said and then laughed to let him know he was only half japing.

"Gods, I near shat meself." The Greatjon said to more laughs from the table.

"We'll be leaving in a few moments, Grey Worm has some of his men outside ready to bring you back when you feel like it, so enjoy the rest of the feast and I'll see you all on the morrow.".

"Late I reckon." Maege said and Daemon chuckled as he walked from the table.

After speaking to Thoros and Melisandre and giving Grey Worm the nod, he walked to his grandmother and told her the same thing and then moved to speak to his family. Looking to see that Myrcella was ready he told them they'd be leaving and then taking a glass in his hand he looked out to those in the room, clinking a knife against it he soon got their attention.

"Your Graces, My Lords, and Ladies, it has come time for my wife and me to depart." he said as Myrcella walked to him and took his hand " My wife and I thank you all for the kind wishes and for attending this ceremony, to their graces, our families, and all those who played a role in making it what it was I thank you all most sincerely. Please stay and enjoy the rest of the night." he said and they moved to the door.

Grey Worm waited for them with a dozen men and once they left the keep he found Ghost just sitting there, almost as if he expected them to leave at that time. He helped Myrcella into the carriage and they set off, Ghost running alongside it all the way. No sooner was he inside than she was in his arms, both of them eager for the night ahead.

"Are you nervous?" he asked as he kissed her neck.

"Excited, but a little nervous too." she said as she looked to him.

"Cella, if, what we do, if it hurts it you wish it to stop?" he said and she kissed him again before leaning in and laying on his chest.

The ride didn't take long and when they reached the Manse and he helped her from the carriage he felt her shiver. Holding her hand as they walked to his room he felt it, even more, each step seeming to make her more and more nervous and she hesitated when they reached his door.

"Cella, if you're not ready we can wait." he said and saw her almost steel herself before she nodded.

Once in the room, she reached around to take off her dress and he stopped her, leading her to the bed he instead had her sit on his lap, holding her close and whispering in her ear as he placed small kisses on it and her neck.

"We have as much times as we want Cella, we can go as slowly as you want." he said and she nodded and he soon felt her relax.

When her fingers trembled as she went to take off her dress a little later he helped her, slowly undressing her and feeling her wish to cover herself up. Looking at her before he helped her into the bed he told her just how beautiful she was and was happy when it seemed to help her relax. While she lay under the covers he then began to undress, slowly, carefully, and he watched as she stared at him as he did so.

He saw her breathing get a little faster when he took off his britches and her nervous glance when he removed his small clothes. As he stood naked in front of her, he saw her eyes glance down to his manhood, happy to see when she looked back to his face. Climbing in beside her he felt her shiver when their naked bodies touched and soon he was leaning on his elbow as he looked down on her.

"You're so beautiful Cella." he said softly as he touched her lips with his fingers.

"I..I..please you?" she asked and he smiled as he kissed her.

"As I hope I do you?" he said happy to see her smile too.

The first time was hard and he needed to stop more than once, his eyes looking into hers, his kisses and words helping her to relax. He had brought her to her peak with his fingers and driven her over the edge with his mouth, but as ready as she was for him it had still been difficult. That it was her and not him who instigated the second time was a big relief and that and what they did the next morning, seemed to show that here too they would be good together.

"How do you feel?" he asked as he lay beside her.

"Uncomfortable, good but a little uncomfortable." she said and he was glad she was relaxed enough, to be honest with him.

"I'll speak to Melisandre, there are remedies." he said and she looked at him oddly.

"Moon tea, you wish me to take moon tea?" she said her voice a little sharp.

"Remedies that help with your discomfort Cella, not remedies for that." he said as he kissed the tip of her nose and made her giggle.

"Oh, I didn't, ehmm, do you have to, will I need to tell her?".

"I won't tell her any details, Melisandre will know Cella." he said and she nodded.

"Will we spend the day together?" she asked hopefully.

"Here in bed, yes sounds like a great idea, we could eat here, we'll never need to leave." he said and she laughed as she pushed him away.

"No you fool, I mean can we spend the day, just us?.".

"Of course we can my sweet wife, if that's what you wish?".

"It is." she said kissing him.

King's Landing 300 AC

Shiera.

Being in the Red Keep had been strange for her and were it not for Daemon's wedding she wasn't sure if she would have gone. So many memories came rushing to the fore as she had strolled around the grounds and the rooms the night before. The sparring ring where her brothers spent most of their time, Daemon training as Daeron looked on. The Tower of the Hand where she and Brynden first made love, the balcony where Aegor had declared his love for her.

Everywhere she had looked there had been old ghosts waiting for her, at the High Table she didn't see Rhaegar or the rest, and instead, it was her own family she saw. Shiera was more than happy to go back to the Manse and to lay down in her bed, though sleep took some time to come to her. The dreams did not however and she saw him all too soon, the hole where his eye had been seeming darker even than the cave they stood in.

"I waited for you my love, for so many years I waited." Brynden said.

"Yet you were not supposed to, you were supposed to follow." she said accusingly.

"Was I, or was that what you thought? What you hoped? What you wished for?".

"I never hoped for you Brynden, that was not I.".

"True, I was always who hoped for you Shiera, who prayed for you, even from here I sought you out." he said.

"How much time do I have?" she asked.

"Time is hard to predict my love, for you, for I who've sailed it even harder, you must come soon and you must not falter." he said.

"I will." she said softly.

"I'm glad it's to be you Shiera." Brynden said.

"I'm not." she said as he faded from her view.

She saw the glade then and the large Weirwood tree, the fields of ice, and then finally the wall. On the raven flew and she watched as beneath her people massed by the sea and in the distance, the storm approached.

Waking up she jumped from her bed and ran to the privy, she felt sick and yet she didn't throw up, instead she heaved to no result. Washing her face she sat back down on the bed and reached for the jug of water, drinking it down and looking to the window. Outside the night sky sparkled with stars and she lay back trying to get back to sleep, hoping that she'd not dream again.

The next morning she awoke in a more pleasant mood, washing and dressing quickly she then sat in front of the looking glass as she combed her hair. The small lines around her eyes were visible to her if no one else and when she smiled at her reflection she could see the wrinkles that had not been there before, and she found she quite liked them. Standing up she walked from the room and made her way to break her fast, finding Rhaella sitting with her children with no sign of Daemon or his bride.

"No Daemon?" she asked and heard a small snort from Viserys.

"I think my nephew has decided to lie on, aunt." Daenerys said as Shiera took a seat.

They were soon joined by Ser Davos and Melisandre and then surprisingly by Daemon who whispered something to Melisandre which had her leaving the table and heading down the corridor. All of them watching as Daemon began to fill a tray with plates of food, fruit, a jug of juice, and various other things, each of them looking on with differing expressions.

"All is well Daemon?" Rhaella asked, the woman's smirk not too dissimilar to her own.

"What?" Daemon said turning around and she looked to see both Davos and Viserys try to hide their chuckles with coughs.

"I asked if all was well?" Rhaella said.

"It is grandmother, Cella wishes to lie in so I've come to grab some food to break our fast.".

"And you, you'll be lying in also?" Rhaella said and Shiera couldn't help the small laugh which came from her upon seeing Daemon's blush.

"I'll keep her company, grandmother." Daemon said before walking over to kiss his grandmother's cheek and walk back down to his room.

"He seems happier." Davos said when he was gone and Shiera couldn't help but agree.

"He does." she said and Rhaella and Viserys looked to her.

"You've noticed it too?" Rhaella said.

"Noticed what?" Viserys asked clearly not seeing what they did.

"He seems more content, nephew. Happier in himself.".

After breaking her fast her niece came to her and asked if she'd join her as she went about town that day, Shiera happily agreeing. Though she was over a hundred years older than Daenerys physically, in mind and spirit she was far less and how the girl talked and went about things was a breath of fresh air for her. They'd become close quickly, both of them looking for a familial bond that they'd not known.

While Daenerys had family they'd not been close and it was only now that she and her mother were on better terms. For Shiera her sisters had never liked her and so she'd while not been ostracized by them, they'd always made it clear she was unwelcome. Daenerys's family too had some of the same rifts and petty jealousies that her own had known, thankfully though it looked like they had managed to put theirs aside without resorting to war.

King's Landing 300 AC.

Ned.

With the wedding over with and Daemon clearly in no danger, it was time for him to think of returning North. So Ned, Maege, Howland, and the Greatjon made their way to the docks early to organize the ship back to White Harbor. Seeing Daemon was well and speaking to him about the deal with the Lannisters had put his mind at rest. Though it was seeing him married that had done so more than anything, to see her son so happy had been worth coming to this place he'd sworn he'd never return to.

As they spoke to the captain and were told the ship would be ready to leave on the morrow he felt relieved. Despite his reasons for coming here being sound, King's Landing wore on him. Years ago he had thought the only reason he'd have to come here was to lead an army to take his nephew home, later when Daemon disappeared he was sure he'd never step foot in this place again. Now he knew the next time he'd be in this city was for Daemon's coronation and while he'd enjoy the moment, he knew he'd hate that it was here.

"Ned?" Maege said as they walked back through the streets.

"What? Sorry, Maege I was miles away, thinking on what the king said last night." he said when she looked at him oddly.

"About Daemon being his heir?" she asked and he nodded.

"Aye.".

"He'll make a good king Ned, a king the North will gladly kneel to." she said and he smiled at that.

"Aye, the boy is as much a wolf as he is a dragon Ned, even had he not go the Ghost with him." the Greatjon said.

"I just wish we'd see more of him, that when we go back he'll come to visit from time to time." he said.

"He will, we're only a dragon ride away Ned, I'm sure we'll see him more often." Howland said and as he looked at him he felt there was more going on with his old friend than he knew.

They arrived back to the Manse to find that Daemon and his new wife were still in their room, the Greatjon and Maege finding that most amusing. He was trying to decide what to do with his day when Ser Bonifer found him, the knight asking him to follow as Queen Rhaella wished to speak to him.

"Did she say what it was about Ser Bonifer?" he asked as they walked to her rooms.

"I'd imagine it's your nephew my lord." the knight said and Ned nodded almost expecting it.

Ned had no idea how a queen acted and had barely any contact with Queen Elia since he'd gotten here or the last time he'd been here years earlier. However, one moment with Rhaella and he was sure that from now on she'd be who he pictured when he thought of a queen. She was elegant, refined, and had a presence about her, one that made even he nervous and one that commanded respect.

"My queen." he said as he was led into the room.

"Rhaella, Lord Stark, please we're family after all." she said with a smile.

"As you say Rhaella.".

"I believe you'll be leaving us soon Lord Stark?" she asked and he didn't even need to bother to ask her how she knew, the knight who had taken a seat quietly beside her no doubt the source.

"I am, it's time I went back. I came here to ensure Daemon was safe and well and he's clearly both, it's time I saw to my lands and people.".

"Indeed Lord Stark, may I be blunt?" she asked.

"I'd prefer it." he said and she smiled.

"Daemon will be crowned far sooner than you think my lord, my son intends to step down and hand the reins over to my grandson rather than Daemon having to wait until he passes." Rhaella said shocking him.

"Is that even allowed ?" he asked looking at her intently.

"It is, though there may be some issues, it may not happen as soon as my son expects for one, but Daemon will be king, Lord Stark, and king sooner rather than later. I would like to know if he has the North's support when he's crowned?".

"Daemon is my kin, Rhaella, just as he is yours, he's my blood and were it for that alone he'd have my support. Given what he's done for the North, with the Iron Born and since then, even were I of a mind not to support him, my lords would not be. Daemon has the North my queen, The North Remembers." he said and saw Rhaella smile.

"I'm most pleased to hear it from your own lips Lord Stark, to hear it confirmed so passionately.".

"I wish to thank you, Rhaella, for all you did for him. You was there when I wasn't, when I couldn't be and I and my house are most grateful to you because of it.".

"He is my blood too Lord Stark, my kin and he has always had me in is corner.".

"My sister could have hoped for no better person to raise her child, Rhaella. The man he's become is who she's have hoped he'd be and you are largely responsible for that." he said and saw her small nod as she looked to him.

"We'll eat tonight Lord Stark, all of us as a family." she said and he smiled as he turned and walked from the room.

Years earlier had someone told him that he'd consider the dragons family he'd have laughed in their faces. Meeting Rhaegar and seeing him all these years later hadn't changed his opinion one bit. He was happy to call Rhaella family though, she had stood up for his nephew when no one else had and for that, he would be more than happy to consider her kin.

Beyond the wall 300 AC.

Mance.

He sat in the tent with the rest of the clan elders, listening as they griped and argued amongst themselves. He looked at Val who sat with Dalla and held his tongue when his wife rolled her eyes, the shouts getting louder in the tent. It was the disturbance outside rather than anything inside which stopped the noise, Tormund jumping up to see what it was.

"It seems we have another guest." Tormund said coming back into the tent a few moments later, Mother Mole walking beside him.

"I had not expected to see you here Mother." Mance said.

"I came afore you all decided to do something that would end our people." she said as she took a seat.

"We don't move and our people will be ended by the cold ones." Styr said to loud shouts.

"Aye, we've no choice, we need to march on the Wall." Rattleshirt said.

"You would have us march to our doom?" Mother Mole said and he looked at her trying to figure out why she'd traveled so far, especially after she'd only just returned.

"Why have you come Mother?" he asked curiously.

"I've come because I've seen him, the dragon is coming, coming for us all." she said and he saw as one or two of the elders looked at each other nervously.

"There are no more dragons, not even the cold ones can bring them back." Val said and Mother Mole laughed.

"There is one and the prince is his rider." Mother Mole said and he watched as more of the elder's looked her way.

"For years you told us about the prince and then you stopped, leaving us and going into the woods where no one saw you for the longest time, now you're back again and suddenly the prince is coming on a fucking dragon." Styr said with a laugh.

"Gone from my sight for eight years the prince has been, but I see him now, he and the black dragon he flies. To the east, he went and there he freed the cockless men, freed slaves, and put their masters in the ground. Hardhome is where he will come and soon it will be." Mother Mole said her voice firm and determined.

"Mance?" Tormund said as Mance looked to Mother Mole and then to the others, Styr looked as if he was willing to listen, Rattleshirt not so much and the others simply looked to him for a decision.

"I intended to go to the wall, to gather the largest army the North has ever seen and to force our way through, to put it between us and what we know is coming for us.".

"Aye, to the Wall." Rattleshirt said.

"Kill the fucking crows." The Weeper shouted.

"We would lose many men, many warriors, and when we made it through would still have to face the Lords of the North. But better them than the cold ones, better a man's eyes than the cold blue ones of what comes our way.".

"Aye, we'll fuck them up.".

"They'll not stand against us.".

He sighed as he listened to the voices, the hope he'd had for the battle ahead was a slim one, and as he looked to his goodsister, to his wife he began to hope for something more.

"So we can make ready and fight, take our chances and watch our friends die or we can listen to Mother and see if there is another way. Hardhome is not far from where we stand, the journey takes us on the same path, we could go, wait and see if there is truly a prince who's coming to save us all, or we could march and fight and watch our loved ones die." he said as he looked at each of the elders.

"What is your word Mance?" Tormund asked.

"Years ago Mother walked from the camps alone with only the clothes on her back, where she went we did not know and now here she comes as we're discussing our plans. I am not a man who believes in much but I believe in the Old Gods and I believe they send us warning, I say Hardhome." he said.

"Hardhome." Tormund said a moment later.

"Hardhome." The Weeper said.

One by one they all said it and Mance was surprised when even Rattleshirt shouted his agreement. He nodded to Tormund after they had all left and watched as his friend walked from the tent with Val. Mance, Dalla, and Mother Mole the only ones remaining. He looked on as she walked over to his wife and laid her hand on her stomach before she smiled.

"We leave in three days, the babe will be here afore then." Mother Mole said and Mance looked to his wife who stood there smiling.

"This prince, he's coming Mother?" Dalla asked.

"He is and you'll see him soon, you and your babe." Mother Mole said and Mance breathed a huge sigh of relief.

A/N: Thanks to all who've read and reviewed. Up Next Daemon meets with Stannis while Davos takes Shireen to meet the dragon. Oberyn arrives in Dorne and in Essos plans are made, while in King's Landing a snake finds she's been living on borrowed time. Daemon, Melisandre, and Thoros get a vision that sends Daemon, Shiera and Thoros further North than any of them have ever been.

Liza; Thank you my friend: In terms of enemies in Westeros, Dorne and what's beyond the wall are really all he's left for now. Bloodraven is mentioned briefly but is coming more into it now. I think there needs to be some variations, as you say the other stories start far earlier so it's nice to change it a little.

MrsPotter. So glad you liked it, wanted the Wedding to be a bit different.

Zyrus: I think with Tywin here he's both had the extra time with Joanna so it doesn't make him so embittered so early and being on the outskirts of things and now being front and center makes him proud. Stannis I always wonder where the idea of his military prowess comes for, he won a battle at sea against the IB and spent the entirety of the rebellion besieged, so what battles did he actually win?. In saying that I agree he'd make a good master of war. You were right about Marge.

Daryl Dixon: I can't see him making a turn around here so you may get your wish.

Anime princess: The testicles were used by Hoat way before Daemon arrived, the blood would spoil in terms of what we'd use blood for but its magical use is what they wished it for and that doesn't spoil. The girl was killed, they used her sacrifice to almost if you will put a fresh coat of actual blood on Aegon's blood. Who was realized we'll see soon enough, what I will say is all the enemies are connected, the red eyes, blue eyes, white eyes are all connected.

Creativo: GRRM puede ser un poco vago con los nombres, hacer que los Freys se llamen Walder o Walda. Creo que con Rhaegar puedes ir de muchas maneras, que sea un padre bueno, malo, que el romance con Lyanna sea trágico o extraño. Daemon no mató a Talisa, su padre solo lo culpa por su muerte.

Guest: Thanks so much, it's rarely done and it just needed to be here. Daemon didn't kill Talisa, her father blame him for her death though, we'll see why in a little bit. Oberyn will find out what's happened in Westeros while he was away next and we'll see some reactions.

Biohazard: So glad you liked it.

Vwchick: I always wondered why the targs never took advantage of something like that, having Tywin as Hand and basically put a targ prince/princess under him to learn. So its good to be able to do it with Rhaenys. You're right thought the Dornish are not going to be happy. We'll see with Rhaegar and Daemon, one of the issues is that despite being back a good few months now, Daemon has pretty much been away from Kl more than he's been there. I think sometimes it's nice to think outside the box with the Lannister's we've seen countless stories and we have canon showing them as bad guys, it's fun to mess with that.

Dunk: I hadn't thought of the crowd reaction, I may show that in a different way, do something with the recruits to the Red God because of it or something and have them bring it up. That's the thing just having him as a resource, what Rhaenys knows, and how smart she is are great assets, with his help it's even more though. We'll see a little of Doran next chapter and see his mindset, one of the things with them here is even more than canon they are going to be prickly, where in canon they hung back and stewed, here they've been front and center and wanted more and so they'll not be pleased.

In terms of the enemy, all will be clear in a chapter or two, what I'll say is that the red eyes, blue eyes, white eyes is all part of the same whole and the war will be on more than one front.

Guest: There are some more ideas on top of them lol.

Celexys: So glad you liked it, it's funny that we've not really seen a red wedding before, I know we see Jon as an Old Gods guy and that's part of the reason but here it just fit.

Orthankg: really glad you liked it.

Svenion: Most of my stories are a reaction to the show taking the magic that's in the lore and basically ignoring it. Tolkien basically hand waved the magical aspects, he created magic, showed magic, and never explained how it worked. Daemon has free will here, but he's also a tool used to fight the great evil, if you accept that you have to accept a greater good too. That Tolkien only names Sauron, then has all these people just come together and join up leading to what happens, isn't him discarding magic, it's him not explaining it IMO.

Xand007: Thanks my friend: So glad you liked the wedding, that's pretty spot on the evil in men's hearts. You too my friend stay safe.

Xan Merrick: Thank you, my friend, glad you liked it.