Reunion of Wolves

King's Landing 

Daeron 

In the Red Keep's gardens, the King walked with his betrothed.

They were smiling, enjoying the warm weather bathing their bodies as they stopped in the shade. Daeron pulled from a rose bush, presenting it to Sansa who blushed and took it and smelled the fragrance.

Nearly three weeks it's been since King's Landing came under the control of House Targaryen, once more.

A week and a half had passed, since Jorah and Grey Worm returned to the city with the remains of the former King and Dowager Queen. Tyrion was present when Tommen's crown was given to King Daeron.

The enmity and distrust between Tyrion and Daeron ended that day, the 282 traitors who had betrayed Tommen were executed and their heads were mounted on the Traitors Walk. The bodies didn't deserve a burial, Daeron gave them to Vaeleris and Daegon as meals within the Kingswood where they've started lairing.

"Tyrion is doing well, if you're wondering?" Daeron told Sansa, she turned and smiled lightly, doing so.

"I'm glad, and I was wondering because he hadn't returned to the Red Keep since the executions." She mentioned the deaths and although some saw it as extreme, he saw it was needed, needed so he could give his rival some justice and to further flex his authority to the Realm.

Recently, Tyrion's taken up at Chataya's Brothel, buying up whores with his old friend by the name of Bronn. He visited him not long ago, after the traitors were dealt with he looked like himself, a broken man with little to believe in.

Now, now the dwarf's gotten back some sort of himself especially after he brought him a gift given by him and Sansa.

It was a new outfit, one to befit the new Lord of Casterly Rock and Warden of the West, declared in the last meeting he held at the council chambers.

Of course, this action sparked some hesitance on the eight Lords captured within the city. The head of them said they would pledge to him but not to Tyrion, mainly for him murdering Tywin Lannister.

He spent no more than a moment to calm himself, then ordering the Lords to be escorted to his dragons. It was a feint, they coward and plead mercy from him so he gave it, with his terms that led to them being the first few to pledge their Houses to the new Lord Lannister.

Tyrion thanked him for his assistance, he later offered those eight men to dine with them and negotiated with them marriages with the exiled Westerosi Lords of the Golden Company.

House Peake, Cole, Mudd, and Strong will be revived with all their traditional lands and titles. House Edoryn and Duckfield being fresh new families taking over the former Wendwater and Stokeworth lands, the latter of which refused to surrender and were exiled from Westeros.

Well, with the exception of Bronn of the Blackwater and his betrothed Lollys Stokeworth, both deciding to make their new home at Castamere when Tyrion leaves to begin his duties as Warden of the Westerlands.

"I hope you don't mind my impatience?" Sansa began asking, sweetly so as he started noticing, "The wedding, coronation?" He made a noise as if saying he should've expected it.

"It just doesn't seem like the right moment, not when there is still much chaos within the Seven Kingdoms." He said, thinking about the current problems they are still facing.

Jon Snow still marches South, had stopped at Harrenhal, and haven't moved another mile since arriving at the borders between the Crownlands and the Riverlands.

"You mean Jon?" He nodded and she looked at him with conflicting eyes, "You should let me send him a raven, we're all to be kin, aren't we?" That is quite true but he doesn't want a rival Kingdom to his North, it was stressful to get here with the battles he fought.

"He is your brother, yes?" She corrected him, half-brother by her father, Eddard Stark. "He currently has five thousand of men coming here, I don't think he even cares for your safety, but, I will meet this Jon Snow." She looked happy and grateful, it made her look more beautiful.

He would have had her ask Jon to step down as King of the North, he changed his mind since it wouldn't be a very wise response to a marching host of fresh soldiers.

Sansa nodded and leaned her head on his shoulder, entwining their hands together as they strolled along back to the Red Keep.

Jorah 

Daario, Obara, and Jorah walked with a long line of near three dozen soldiers, both Unsullied, Goldcloaks, and Dornishmen.

They guarded two wagons, covered and full of the wildfire that destroyed the Great Sept and murdered near 300 people within its explosion.

"The King wanted it all gathered and taken," Jorah said, trying to answer Daario's questions with all the stress of looking for these casks without causing mass panic to the people.

The battle left many shaken, for four days no one even stepped out of their homes for fear of being slain while fallen soldiers were dragged away to be shipped back to their respective families and villages.

"He didn't exactly specify where we were taking it." He mentioned to which Jorah stopped and turned to the mercenary, not exactly a Lord as he was promised by Daeron.

"Lord Rosby died without heirs, the King's chosen to hide all casks of wildfire in the keeps underground cellar and the remaining alchemists sworn to secrecy and with an oath not to make such weapons unless called to." Daario looked at him like it went right over his head, Obara rolled her eyes at the scene.

Jorah noticed a child sitting on a small flight of stairs, his sympathy for the boy stopped when he realized that the child was one of Varys birds. The cities and the settlements all around Westeros are going to have many eyes on them in the next several years, always watching.

The Master of Whispers made short work on resuming his duties, gathering far more useful information than what they were receiving in the days before taking King's Landing.

One such news is some trouble to the North, strange rumors about why Wildlings were allowed through the Wall and given land to cultivate in the Gift.

The Kingsguard Knight remembered how he had to defend his ancestral land from roaming bands of them, Bear Island was always a target of the savages who would steal or build boats to attack the lands South of them.

His father wouldn't have allowed such a thing to happen, he was always loyal and steadfast to the vows of the Night's Watch.

"Come along, now." He told everyone and Daario shut his mouth for a few moments.

As they marched to get the last of the wildfire, Jorah pondered on the North and its leader.

His dream had been to redeem his honor and go home to Bear Island, his greatest crime causing his banishment and the wife he had given absolutely everything for.

Jon Snow's father was Ned, right? It was quite questionable considering Brandon was the wild one, he'd have pegged the former and now dead heir in Eddard's hands.

If this boy is Eddard Stark's son, and if he was raised within Winterfell then he must have been brought up in the honor and justice his father was raised with at the Vale. It will most likely be an up-close fight, no tricks or attacks at night like the Lannister's have done.

Or, maybe the pup has more Stark in him than his father and will kneel to Daeron.

Harrenhal 

Jon 

"We've marched a long way, that's why the men need rest." Jon Snow said to the little sister he hadn't seen for a long time, Arya huffed and crossed her arms together.

It was by complete surprise when they came upon each other at the Twins, he was at the head of the army when the drawbridge lowered and out came his sister.

He had assumed she was killed, possibly by Joffrey since they were both captured after his father's betrayal. I was so sure that Sansa would be the only one that I could be able to save. Jon had smiled that such thoughts were wrong of him.

Rickon, Robb, even possibly Bran considering what Sam said when he returned to Castle Black. He never thought to see Arya until they joined one another in the next life, the same castle he had referenced before his life belonged to the Night's Watch.

What he was surprised about, was the massacre within the halls of the Crossings. In the main hall, Walder and all of his sons, grandsons, and great-grandsons had been poisoned.

Arya admitted to it without hesitation, saying that it needed to be done.

Ignoring the pleas of the Frey women, he had the towers disassembled until all that remained was two small gatehouses and the bridge itself.

He might have been shocked about Arya's coldbloodedness, but he still feels fury when thinking about how Robb was killed and the way they sewed Grey Wind's head on his shoulders.

They don't deserve a home and can live with the common people of the Riverlands, House Frey is gone and will never be remembered.

Surprisingly, some of the Riverlords were found in the dungeons, including Edmure Tully who offered to join him. He reversed it and offered 500 men to the heir to rally his vassals and exterminate the last Frey fortress at Riverrun, he was told it was Genna Lannister and her sons Tion and Tytos.

The Riverlands are free to choose their King at the end of whatever happens, when he meets Daeron Targaryen.

"Sansa was still a hostage by Joffrey and the Queen, they are dead and now she's a prisoner of the Targaryen. Brother, she needs our help." Arya tried to tell him but he shook his head.

"And because of that, I cannot move on the city with the men exhausted and fatigued." He said with a little more force than he wanted, Arya gave him a stern stare which didn't really affect him much. "If it comes down to a fight, the men need to be ready to fight." He hopes it doesn't come to a clash when he arrives.

The Night King is coming with his armies, tens of thousands of dead all waiting to pounce on Westeros.

He'll do whatever it takes to get men for the war to the North, the Great War as Davos put when helping him gather the Northern Houses for his attack against the Bolton's.

If Daeron Targaryen asks him to kneel, then he shall but then he has to look out for Shireen and what will happen to her when he does.

Davos had come to him, asking about the futures of House Stark and Baratheon. He was inquired on the betrothal offer, it annoyed him so he asked her about it.

Shireen refused to stay at Winterfell, she even dressed herself in dwarf-sized leather jerkin and ringmail. Even asked for a small sword, like Arya's own blade he had made for her.

Selyse, on the other hand, had demanded that her daughter remain. Shireen took it under advisement, then refused and asked for a pony in her size to travel with, the thirteen-year-old caused many to laugh as the Lord's and Ladies convened one more time.

He left Howland Reed in charge of Winterfell, Wyman Manderly to act his second. Jon pondered on having Arya go back to Winterfell, she refused to do when she heard Melisandre was there, something about a list of people she wants to slay.

"I fought with Sansa when father was betrayed, I was angry when I saw her standing with Joffrey as they executed him." Arya's voice began to give off the feeling that reminded him of the little girl he once knew. "I just want our sister to be safe, Jon, promise me we'll save her?" She pled to him and he cupped his Arya's cheeks, feeling the warmth.

"I promise, little one." He said and kissed his sister on the forehead, then leaving the room to gather his commanders for council.

The castle was silent as night fell over Harrenhal, then morning came and so did a raven containing a message from the fiancee of Daeron Targaryen... Sansa Stark.