Branches Of Peace

The Golden Tooth

Tyrion

Tyrion will always be surprised by how the Golden Company fight, and even the Unsullied which crushed the rebels that had thought to restart the Baratheon reign and the Lannister power that held the Realm for nearly four years.

His betrothed will no doubt be happy to know her father was avenged, that her home was liberated and brought back into the fold that involved Daeron's Kingdom. "Have a raven sent to King's Landing, tell the King about our victory, and that I will be marching back within a fortnight." His page left without another word, seeing that it is done.

He needed to get away from the capital, to sort out his conflictions so that he may be of better use to the Crown.

No doubt Grey Worm is here because of those conflicts, probably has orders to arrest and execute him if he would dare try to defect from Daeron's side... It is stupid and he is a little insulted by it.

He's advised and helped the King take down his family, the blood of his sister, nephew, and his brother is on his hands.

"A toast to Commander Grey Worm, and Lord Laswell Peake for their efforts in defeating the rebels!" The hall of the Golden Tooth was loud with victorious cries, each man feasting for today's great win and in due time the Realm will have peace.

The new Lord of Casterly Rock dismissed himself from the festivities about an hour later, he walked to a room and saw someone standing at the entrance.

"Bronn? I thought you were down with the camp girls." He said with a slurred voice, perhaps he toasted to too many this night.

He found the mercenary not long after the fighting at King's Landing, they reminisced on a great many things before he reiterated his promise to give the man a castle and bride for the friendship they shared.

That was until he heard he had married Lollys Stokeworth, he still invited the sellsword along when Daeron charged him with taking the rebels down for their breaking of the peace.

"I was... You have visitors inside, good night." He watched Bronn leave and Tyrion was puzzled, shaking away the nerves he opened the chamber doors and saw who was inside and what he saw surprised him.

"... Jaime?" His big brother turned to face him, parts of his handsome face now scarred and burned. Tyrion smiled and approached his brother, intent on embracing him and Pod too, even Lady Tarth who stood at the hearth.

Instead of that embrace, his brother showed him the edge of his sword, the Valyrian steel shimmering in the darkness.

"I heard about Cersei, about Tommen... You serve the boy who did 'that' to them. I should never have let you out of that cell, our father would be alive! The vultures wouldn't have descended if I wasn't such a weak man, a foolish brother." The emotions his brother was throwing at him were hard to ignore, heartbreaking when being reminded what had happened.

Gently, Tyrion placed a hand on Widows Wail to lower it slightly. "That wasn't Daeron who ordered the murder of our sister and your son, it was a group within their remaining forces that turned on them and did that deed." Jaime didn't seem to believe him about it.

"If it makes the pain lessen on your heart, Myrcella is still alive and well... You can come back with us- " Jaime scoffed at the prospect yet Tyrion didn't turn away. "Daeron Targaryen is a good ruler, King's Landing is coming back from all the wars and famine and riots. He's even close to unifying the Seven Kingdoms when he marries Sansa Stark- " Brienne of Tarth interrupted the conversation.

"Sansa is alive and well? Truly?" She asked and he nodded, seeing a smile come to the woman's face. "I would come with you to King's Landing, Lord Tyrion." He accepts, it will be good to have Pod back into his company.

Jaime was facing the hearth, conflicted within himself. "Brother, come back and see your daughter. She knows, she would like to know her father is alright because frankly, I lost myself in whores and wine when I couldn't find your body on the field. I need you, Jaime, I need you at my side... Lord Lannister." Jaime tilted his head back to him, not saying a word.

"... "

King's Landing 

Daeron

The guards and soldiers of King's Landing were nervous, and the people worried and fearful for their lives when the bells rang at the arrival of the Northmen who had come from the Riverlands.

Daario walked above the battlements, the new Lord of Darry walking to the side of Jorah, dressed in his shiny white armor instead of the breastplate that had the bear on his chest.

Both men stared with awe, the Northern army slightly trumps their own considering that ten-thousand were sent to subdue the revolt at the Golden Tooth, if a siege does take place it could be trouble, especially since the King doesn't wish to use his dragons after what happened to Wildfyre.

"The King is being a little foolish, he could roast all of these men with ease," Daario said to Jorah, the Kingsguard Knight turning sharply at the former Sellsword, now a Lord of Castle Darry.

"Sansa Stark is to be the Queen. This is her kin, Jon will see that and sue for peace." Jorah stopped then said more to Daario. "You might be a Lord, but you don't know our ways yet. Hold that tongue of yours." Daario brushed him off, keeping to himself but both men turned to the sound of several armored men and one woman ascending the wall.

It was Daeron with Barristan and Obara. His crown atop his head and a helmet in his right arm.

The youthful King knew this day was coming, he just doesn't know what today's outcome will be when he finally meets this White Wolf that's come to his ears.

Sansa asked him to speak with Jon, he considered it but only on equal ground, neither close nor far from one another's territory.

"Gendry!" He called and the fellow youth walked over and knelt to him, rising at his bidding. "I am sending you over to the Northern lines, tell Jon Snow I will meet him fifty yards from his army, and I shall meet him fifty yards from these walls." He told the newly made Knight in his service.

It was three days after taking King's Landing, his advisors brought every ally into the Red Keep to celebrate the victory and although he was still reeling from Wildfyre's death, he still gave praise and rewards to his fellow warriors.

Gendry was the first, he walked up and knelt to him and said his name... And who his father was.

It wasn't a secret of King Robert's bastards, even across the Narrow Sea the rumors of him fathering so many were known. They just didn't know who these bastards were called, and Gendry was an unacknowledged son of Roberts.

He knighted Gendry, and he legitimized him too as the new Lord of Storm's End and Lord Paramount of the Stormlands.

Some disagreed with his decision, he said that it was a good move considering that Stannis Baratheon's daughter and wife are among the forces of Jon Snow. By the laws of Westeros, male sons have more of a claim than a daughter.

"I will go now, your grace." Gendry put on his bull helm and hurry, gathering two men and riding out of the Gate of Gods.

"You sure it is a good idea to go out and meet him? You should be forcing him inside to speak with you." Daario advised and he shook his head, remembering all that Sansa's told him of the last two decades of House Stark.

"Eddard Stark's brother came inside of the Red Keep and was murdered. Eddard's father, Rickard came to the Red Keep and was murdered and Eddard himself came to the Red Keep and was beheaded for false treason." He turned to the new Lord of Darry, eyeing him severely. "I want to offer the best of impressions, rather than make him nervous and on the lookout for treachery." Daario backed down, turning away to watch the other army.

Thinking to himself, he pondered on what Samwell Tarly told him of the greatest threat other than the imprints of revolt caused by those traitors that murdered Tommen Waters and Cersei Baratheon.

Jon 

One of the gates to King's Landing opened and three men astride horses rode towards them, Arya looked shocked by the sight of one of the men, wearing a combination of yellow and black with a bulls helm.

"You know that man?" He asked his sister, she turned and cleared her throat but quickly shook her head.

"No, it can't be him. The Red Woman took him and killed him, it isn't him." He believed her, yet he doesn't think who his sister is thinking is dead.

Driving his horse forward slightly, he met the messenger who wore the bull helm. He lowered it and Arya was visibly shocked, as shocked as the messenger was when he spotted her as well.

"Uh, Lord Jon Snow, I am Ser Gendry Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End." A Lord? He was sure that Robert had no children- Trueborn children, anyway. Jon nodded for the boy to keep going.

"His grace, Daeron III of the House Targaryen has requested a meeting fifty yards from your army. He will meet you fifty yards from the walls, for both of your safety and to show his meaningfulness to end this peacefully." That was a lot to take in, he considered it for a long moment and before he could answer, Arya spoke up.

"I thought you died, and you've been here the entire time?" She demanded an answer of Gendry, getting no answer but silence from him.

"Tell your King that I accept, we shall bring six for better protection if he were to agree." Gendry and his two men turned their destriers around and rode back to Daeron Targaryen with his answer.

He chose Davos, Tormund, Arya, Ghost, Lord Glover, and Lord Edmure to ride with him to meet the King.

Daeron 

Agreeing to the proposal, he chose Barristan Selmy, Jorah Mormont, Randyll Tarly, Obara Sand, Garlan Tyrell, and Gendry Baratheon to ride with him far from either territory and chose the emptied castle of Stokeworth.

It was belonging to Bronn of the Blackwater, but he has chosen to keep it for this very moment.

Lord Randyll advised that they send a battalion through the Old Gate, in the case that negotiations fall through between them and the Northmen, he had smiled and assured the Lord of Horn Hill that after today the Seven Kingdoms will be reunited.

It was a pleasant surprise when both parties grouped together, all of them keeping a good distance but Daeron took a glimpse at the people he has yet to meet.

Jon looked as much a King as a bastard of Eddard Stark and some woman, he held himself like a man who has experienced the world and went through as much hell as he had.

The young woman was young, possibly past fifteen with a look that could kill lesser men. He watched Gendry especially, with a mixture of what appeared to be pain and anger. Do they know each other? He asked himself, continuing onward.

The rest bore sigils and furs, the big bearded one was dressed in all furs and had a big ax on his back. Then there was the wolf, big as a pony, and was all white with red eyes.

The servants of House Stokeworth were a little nervous at the arrival of thirteen riders, and one large white wolf.

The castles mistress and Castellan offered their greetings, he accepted them and asked for the usage of the great hall. The Castellan quickly said yes, ushering them all inside where the hall was located.

Thirty Stokeworth men were on duty, as Ser Davos Seaworth stated so he dismissed them for the next few hours and bothered Lady Stokeworth to prepare a meal for them all which a few among them smiled gratefully.

"I am Daeron III Targaryen." He started by greeting the Northerner, Jon extended his hand to his own and took it.

"And I am Jon Snow, your grace. Leader of the North." He eyed the man curiously for a few moments, making Jon nervous.

"Only a leader, I would have expected you to take a crown. Like Robb Stark, the Young Wolf." He mentioned to which the girl among the North spoke up, harshly responding.

"It's not that he didn't want to, I assure you 'your grace'." Jon remanded the girl who was his sister, saying her name out loud. Arya Stark, she groaned and sent a glare to Gendry once more before storming out of the hall.

"I am sorry about that, she is worried about our sister is all." He understands, he would act the same in her place. In fact, he was sure that he had done so more than once when Viserys would be irate in his cups. "She sent a raven, saying some things that, we just find it hard to believe." He sighed and nodded to Jon about his worries.

"What she's written is true, we have grown closer in these last few weeks and she has agreed to become my Queen and future mother of my sons and daughters. We held off the wedding until this all gets settled, Jon Snow." Now they will speak of terms and agreements. "I don't want any more conflict in Westeros, I want peace and to gain that peace I need the Realm whole." He said and Jon understood that sentiment, a need for no war or needless slaughter.

"You can have the Riverlands, but the North... " Randyll stopped Jon from continuing.

"Is apart of the Seven Kingdoms, boy. All our soldiers and all of your own are no doubt hungry for home and warmth, what with Winter being on its way." Jon reluctantly nodded, he didn't resist out of his own ambition but the call of the people around them.

"Jon Snow. I am asking for you to swear your fealty to me, help me rebuild the trust in this land by uniting the Kingdoms." He pleaded and thus began the bargaining stage. "House Stark may retain their titles and lands, I would personally name you a Stark and offer you or another pair of Northmen a position on the Small Council and my Kingsguard." Jon was surprised by these terms but Davos spoke up next.

"And what about Lady Shireen Baratheon." The elderly man stood up and eyed him, "You made Gendry a Baratheon, gave him Storm's End. He's a good lad, saved him from being burned by a witch myself but Shireen's father is the true Lord of Storm's End and should retain it for his memory and legacy." He sat back at that, pondering the terms before speaking.

"Stannis was made Lord of Dragonstone, not Storm's End and it would be wrong to rip Gendry's reward after fighting for me. No." He said and kept speaking after a pause, "I have pardoned those sharing Baratheon blood, so long as they renounced their claims to the Iron Throne, after she has done so she may return to her home... At Storm's End." It was a surprise, especially on his people's part.

"Gendry is Lord of Storm's End. He is Lord Paramount of the Stormlands, which cannot be changed... But he does need a wife." Gendry and Davos looked to disagree, some topics on morals but that is irrelevant. "Gendry and Shireen are first cousins, first cousins have married plenty within Westeros. This marriage would bind both bloodlines into a new one, ending any future claimants to the Stormlands." It was reasonable, even they couldn't very well deny that.

The seat of Dragonstone is his and will belong to the next Crown Prince. Prince of Dragonstone, a title to be used again.

"Now, apart from the things I offer. I will also allow all the Free Folk to come from behind the Wall, so long as they obey the King's Law and respect the Lord of Winterfell... That and I have heard from a Maester in training that a threat looms upon us all." Jon looked at him suspiciously, he cleared his throat and stood up. "I would speak with Jon, alone." His people and Jon's were opposed but reluctantly did so.

Both he and Jon removed their swords, laying the two Valyrian blades on the table and walking toward the outside that overlooked the castle below and a small river that led to the Narrow Sea.

Once he knew there were none, he turned serious.

"Tell me, is it true?" He knew that Jon knew what he was referring to.

"The Night King leads an army of a hundred thousand, possibly more dead soldiers. They fear nothing, the Seven Kingdoms need to be united to even have a chance at defeating them." He was a little hopeful that Samwell wasn't telling the truth about it, White Walkers and the Great Other that he heard of.

The Tarly Maester said that only dragonglass and Valyrian steel can kill them, fire too. What Samwell wondered is if Dragonfire can affect them because if so, they'd be there greatest weapon to use to stop the Long Night.

Jon Connington, after seeking his guidance told him that Rhaegar was so fixated on a future war that he didn't think about the one he was causing in the present. It ended House Targaryen's rule over the Seven Kingdoms his family.

Ser Barristan, after talking with him about it went on about how his father was such a charming man... Until Duskendale, after that, all he cared about was burning the dead and making sure the people feared him- Aerys even burned the dead.

Daeron turned from the river and locked eyes with Jon, "If I march North and help you, what's to stop all of us from getting killed and turned into Wights?" He asked Jon said they would all die if he doesn't march North, no single army can stop the dead's advance. "... Fine, I will stop the Night King and his army, we will do this together." Jon looked grateful.

No, he was relieved to hear him agree to help defeat the White Walkers and the Army of the Dead.

Jon Snow smiled and took a deep breath, getting on one knee and bowing his head to him. "I, Jon Snow of Winterfell do hereby swear fealty to King Daeron of the House Targaryen, the third of his name from this day, to my last day." With that, he helped Jon to his feet and smiled heartily.

"Now come, brother. Sansa would no doubt be happy to see her family again."