State of a Country

Dorne (The Water Gardens)

The heat of Dorne was nothing like it is in her mother's home city in Essos. In Dorne, she felt content as the sun embraced in its warmth.

But, alas, that is not the only comfort she has here in the Water Gardens. Recently she's taken interest in her soon to be sister's guardian, the innocent Ser Arys Oakheart.

The honorable knight had said that moves of affection like she had given him was frowned upon in the north of Westeros, she scoffed and explained to him why what other people think of her doesn't matter. Dorne is definition is passionate, desire, and wanton love.

She said that her people do not care for the reputations of flesh, so long as they keep it discreet but there are exceptions to this with her uncle Oberyn being one of them. She has eight cousins, all bastards born from her uncles numerous 'partners', Ellaria is the one woman Oberyn kept, birthing four of her youngest cousins.

She sighed, walking away from the balcony and falling down on her silken sheets, relishing into the smoothness.

Her uncle, however, had died at the hands of the same man who killed her aunt Elia and her two children, Aegon and Rhaenys.

When Ellaria came home with the Dornish retinue, she saw that she was distraught and her father was devastated. She was too, but more hateful of the Lannister's and snapped at Princess Myrcella more than once for that entire week but apologized in the week after, she rude and grieving and had more than her fair share of wine.

Her uncle's oldest children raved and ranted about killing them all, even innocent Myrcella. Ellaria shouted them down, asking if and when the savagery will end? Will Elia and Obella follow their lead after they perish, or will Dorea and Loreza after them? They didn't have a reply, so that was the end of that.

Onward to thoughts of her own kin she means to protect from that brute and his lion masters, little brother Trystane who is to marry the bastard daughter of Cersei and Jaime Lannister. Of course, the wedding is only going ahead because the child has a name to her, Baratheon, that and the girl does make her little brother quite happy.

And her younger brother, Quentyn who is going to secretly gather the Dornish host to fight, for what reason her father and only a few know. Her father had also ceased sending ravens to the capital, no castle is to receive them neither. That means something is going down and another war is coming, she just wishes her father would at least let her in on his plans if she is to be his heir.

"Who is it?" She asked when she heard knocking coming from her door, she opened it and was surprised to see her father, the Maester, and Areo Hotah.

"Father? What is wrong?" She asked innocently, Prince Doran of the House Nymeros Martell smiled and pushed himself into the room and beckoned her over.

"Sit, my dear and loving daughter. I have some things to say, secrets that you must know." She didn't understand what her father meant, but she sat down anyway, to hear him out.

She almost wished that she didn't.

Apparently, a deal was made in the following years after the rebellion was won and Aerys and his son were killed. Her father had sent her uncle Oberyn to Braavos and met with Ser Willem Darry and the Sealord of Braavos, they were there and witnessed a pact being made, her family is to aid King Viserys in retaking the Iron Throne for the price of her being his Queen.

She was angry, at him, she asked why her father had been bringing her offers to other Lords and implying that she was being removed as heir to Dorne. Her father's response was swift and calm, he explained that he was doing so because he'd thought Viserys's siblings were dead, as they were never found after Viserys and some Horse-Lord who was married to his sister was slain.

"So why? Why bring this up now? Why tell Quentyn to begin raising the Dornish spears for war?" She demanded from her father, there are answers she needs to know.

"Because just weeks ago, a friend came to me and informed me that Daeron Targaryen is still alive. And that he has three growing dragons and an army of Unsullied, Mercenaries, and the Golden Company at his back." It was a mouthful, and surprising with every word said to her. She sighed and laid back, thinking about all of this.

Until it, all became clear to her, that her father means to go through with this pact signed years ago.

"So, I am to wed a King? Not rule Dorne?" She asked and her father caressed her cheek, she smiled at his touch and heard him chuckle.

"From what I hear, we'll have our work cut out for us to convince this, Father of Dragons to accept your hand in marriage." She nodded, yet her father wasn't finished speaking, "But... If you succeed in making him yours, you will be more than a Princess of Dorne, but Queen Arianne of the House Targaryen and wife to the King of Westeros." She smirked, she can do it, she can make him hers.

Queen Arianne, has a nice ring to it.

Crownlands (King's Landing)

"What do you mean that he is alive!?"

Jaime didn't know what to think as his uncle demanded to know about the survival of Daeron, it came as shock and left a stain on his father's legacy of murdering people off the battlefield.

And like that, he is reminded of how his father was killed. Of how those Sparrows started causing trouble, including his sister's arrest and his niece by law's as well. Everything has fallen apart since Tyrion killed his father, a slight he will never forget, it's bad enough he hates himself for letting his brother go from his cell.

"What can we do? The last time a Targaryen came to Westeros with dragons it was conquered in less than two years." He heard Mace Tyrell say, he wanted to scoff because of it, the rose didn't fight against Aegon and will most likely turn traitor to protect themselves and their titles.

"Perhaps we should borrow the Dornish forces. They were the only ones to resist Aegon and his dragons." Pycelle pitched in, a good plan and House Martell is soon to become family with Trystane's marriage to his niece, though truly it was his daughter, a secret that will never get out, even if the rumors are truthful enough. Though a good sign, this doesn't lessen the troubles throughout the Kingdoms.

Ironborn raids all around the coasts near the Reach and Westerlands, Tully Rebels carrying on the Northern cause in the Riverlands, And Stannis making moves in the North against House Bolton. Now, Now this Dragon King has the motivation and the fury to come here and bring them all to heel and it scares him.

He still remembers how dozens of people would be burned alive, all called traitors by Aerys because they refused to live in fear. He remembered the screams, the pleas for mercy that fell on deaf ears, or the night his King would visit his sister-wife and would be forced to hear her whimpering and begging for the torture to stop.

All his life, he'd dreamed of becoming part of the brotherhood, to protect a benevolent King and protect his family and be remembered as a skilled warrior. When he donned the white cloak, it was the proudest moment in his life and yet he wished he could have taken it all back and refused, then he might not have been witness to such horrors as he had seen in the year after becoming one of the Kingsguard.

"I will personally write to Prince Doran, you are all dismissed. And Lord Redwyne, ensure that the naval fleets are alert, I would like to be prepared for anything." His uncle Kevan said, dismissing everyone and he went on back to his duties as head of the Kingsguard.

Walking the halls he subconsciously led himself to the dungeons where the head of Belarion the Black Dread was kept, it was all very strange and weird for him.

He began wondering if this Dragon King was as mad as his father, or if he enjoys raping his bedmates and watching innocent people being burned alive with Wildfire, or Dragon Fire as a replacement. Would he want to exterminate his enemies to the last infant as his own father had ordered on Elia and her children? All these questions are in fear for his son and daughter, and his sister and cousins that are tolerable, especially his aunt Genna who is a prisoner in Riverrun.

"Never thought to find you here, nephew?" He turned and saw his uncle Kevan standing there. He nodded and walked over to him, "It's scary to think we will have to battle these, the creatures the forged the Iron Throne and bound the Seven Kingdoms into one." Kevan added and he grunted a response.

"Aye, we have our work cut out for us, what do you need, uncle?" He asked, curious as to why the older man would follow him down here.

"Before Daeron arrives we need to settle some of our troubles. The Blackfish and his rebels have to be defeated or pacified, with your sister and the Queen on trial I am needed here, but not you." His brows furrowed in confusion, what is he saying? He turned and took a deep breath.

"So, you are sending me. And what about the Ironborn?" He asked, that seems a bigger problem since Euron was the one to destroy the Lannister fleet in the last rebellion and now the crazy one-eyed pirate is King of the Iron Islands, it means trouble for them.

"Yes. That is a problem but it's small in comparison to their defeat in the North by Roose Bolton, and now Stannis Baratheon." He was caught off guard by that, when were they ousted from the North? He asked that and his uncle chuckled, "Stannis laid the Greyjoy's low, retaking Deepwood Motte along with most of the western coast. Even captured Asha Greyjoy and her brother, Theon Greyjoy. The word is that the unruly Stag is marching on Winterfell, backed by many of the Northern Houses." He was set back by the news, the man is getting much more ground since losing the Stormlands and Dragonstone.

Hopefully, he'll lose his fight with the flayed man, sending the last of House Baratheon to the Seven Hells.

"But my sister, she needs me." He stated and Kevan frown at his comment, most disapprovingly so.

"And give this High Sparrow more reason to believe those blasted rumors? I think not. You march with Lord Tarly in a few hours, bring the Blackfish down."

His uncle left shortly after that, he grunted in irritation and huffed before leaving himself.

This is House Frey's fault, they said that he had the Riverlands pacified but it appears that it is not so. He'll have to deal with all of that himself, this means he'll need to think like his father, like the man who brought the rebellious Reynes and Tarbeck's to ruin and destroyed the Targaryen Dynasty, he'll need to be a lion.

He, Lord Tarly, his son, Bronn who argued it but agreed, Ser Illyn Payne, and several others rode out of the Red Keeps bridge and down to the Gate of the Gods, he looked towards the Great Sept and wished he could get his sister, or at least see her before riding off to battle. No, I have a task to complete. He turned back and put on his helmet, seeing the few thousand soldiers wearing the hunstman and lion on their chest, he closely counted more than 6,000 men.

"Hope I get back before my wedding, would be disappointing if I didn't," Bronn stated snarkily, he wanted to smile but he had his own hopes to, hope that he gets done and gets back before his sister's trial.

Or before Fire and Blood in the literal sense, because he refuses to let his loved ones become what Aerys wanted to see before he killed him and his alchemists.

No, ash will not be what remains.

The North (Crofter's Village) 

His men are stuck, that much is true, and starving because a Ned Woods said; They've fished the lakes dry.

Stannis Baratheon thought it frustrating, he followed Jon's advice to the word. He went and got the men from the Mountain Clans, then marched on Deepwood Motte and earned the respect of many of the Northmen while taking Asha and Theon Greyjoy captive, getting allies from House's Glover, Umber or at least half, even House Karstark though he wished they had brought more supplies.

But this further infuriated him, because shortly before Arnolf and his three grandsons came, Tycho Nestoris from the Iron Bank arrived. What he brought was a message from Jon Snow at Castle Black, and it could ruin things quite a bit.

Arnolf with all his loyalty proved falsely placed, he was conspiring with Roose Bolton and was going to give their movements and locations to the traitor.

He's learned from his defeat at the Blackwater, thinking back to the mistakes he made and regretting much of the decisions he's made. When this war began, he focused on his rights. He had the cart before the horse, Davos said. He was trying to win the throne to save the kingdom when he should have been trying to save the kingdom to win the throne.

Yet Arnolf and his children thought of rights and greed, and like him after the Battle of the Blackwater will be reminded of their folly.

So he had Arnolf and his son and three grandsons put in irons and brought to him to face judgment, the old wolf was looking at him with complete and utter fury, yet he has the true fury, the same that goes to his House.

"Arnolf Karstark, Castellan of Karhold. You, your sons, and grandsons are charged with damning treason. What say you in your defense?" He asked the five men knelt before him, eventually, Arnolf spoke up and gruffly considering his old age and the old age of his son.

"You act as if you are some great King, bah! You are homeless lord with not a castle to you, you aren't King in the North, you aren't King of Nothing." So that puts to rest any hope for them, he stood tall and nodded for the soldiers to pull the five unto their feet. He and several others approached them, this has become quite serious.

"You seal yours and your lines fate with this statement. Lord Arnolf, of the House Karstark, by the end of the day you will lose your head or burn. Take them away!" He was reminded of the same thing with Asha and Theon, Asha telling him to behead Theon by a Weirwood Tree, as a sacrifice to the Old Gods.

He still has yet to decide on this.

The next few hours he had Arnolf and his kin interrogated for further information, it isn't a tactic he enjoyed using, it was cowardly and had no merit of honor. Yet it had to be done, the same with burning Mance Rayder at the Wall, he gave the man a chance to surrender but he refused to do so.

Then again honor had its place, and in Lord Commander Jon's case, it proved the most destructible. He offered Jon Snow a rise in station and full pardons from the Night's Watch vow in becoming the new Lord Stark with most if not all of Ned's children dead or missing. With Jon being a Stark then his campaign would have more strength over Roose with his bastard wedded to 'Arya' Stark, where it was actually Lady Jeyne Poole sent by the Lannister's in King's Landing.

Of course, he had made this falseness known but a good number of Houses have still flocked to Winterfell to defend it, few are there as real allies and the rest have been threatened into fealty.

Roose and his traitorous allies will all feel his fury, they will all pay for their treachery.

"My King?" He turned and saw Melisandre looking back at him, worry etched on her face which is strange as she's usually so composed. That and she wasn't supposed to be here, she was ordered to be at Castle Black.

"You had orders to stay at Castle Black, Why did you come here? What is it?" He asked then turned his head back to the board, formation strategies and plans that need to be made before the upcoming battle.

"I saw a vision in the fire, the future has changed." He gave her a look, usually, he paid less and less attention in her fire tricks but she seems really troubled.

"Then say what it is, will I win against Roose at Winterfell? Is this army of the dead going to kill us all? Spit it out." He told her and she took a deep breath, walking towards him and placing a stone piece unto the table, and he gazed upon it with worry and trepidation, "It cannot be, your spell should have dealt with him, why... " He trailed on and Melisandre answered him.

"R'hllor wants him alive, he is here and meant to fight the darkness that is coming. You are the Warrior of Light, Azor Ahai. I believe this man belongs to another such prophecy, the Prince That Was Promised." He didn't know what to say, too deep into his thoughts as he stared at the piece set beside his Stag piece.

"How?" Was all he could ask, without feeling more and more frustrated.

"I do not quite know, my King. My God works differently and I can only get glimpses of what he wants." Melisandre said to him, he tore his eyes from her once more and back to the stone piece, thinking how many years it had been since his brother enemies have stepped on Westeros's soil and breathed their air.

His brother would have relished in fighting the Targaryen's once more and proving his strength, now once he has finished with the Bolton's he's got to go south and deal with an invading boy King and his allies.

The dragon piece on the map represented a challenge, and he would accept gladly.

The North (The Wall) 

He was a Maester of the Citadel, meant to serve the Night's Watch when he chose not to rise as King of Westeros.

But now he could hardly rise from his bed, he is blinded from his years and frail. He hated it but it was his choice to come here, yet he did regret it in the years after.

The Tragedy of Summerhall that crippled his House, the deaths of his brother. Then his great nephew's descension into madness that brought so much suffering to the Kingdom, and he could do nothing but wallow in his grief and plunge further into his duties as Maester of Castle Black.

Then came the war that destroyed everything his House had built, Aerys the Mad had started the rebellion with the deaths of a Lord and his heir. He was receiving letters from Rhaegar, Aerys son, and heir about it. All and the young man talked about was the prophecy, of the Prince Who Was Promised that would bring about great peace.

His wife, Elia could not give him more children lest she dies. He loved her. So another woman had to bear the child, and whether the Last Dragon succeeded in his ploy ended at the Battle of the Trident where Rhaegar died, then the decimation of House Targaryen when Tywin Lannister sacked King's Landing and the Kingslayer killed Aerys, Amory Lorch killed his granddaughter, and Gregor raped and murdered Elia and bashed Aegon's head in.

He wished that he hadn't refused the throne then, he wished all of this could have been avoided.

It all fell back, did it not? Robert was killed, then his reign entered into the War of the Five Kings that caused the deaths of the majority of House Stark, allowed the Greyjoys to terrorize the mainlands, shortened House Baratheon to just Stannis and his daughter. House Lannister in all of their schemes have divided them, Tywin is dead, killed by his youngest son who also killed the King, the son's own nephew.

"Read this to me, Samwell." He told the young mind, upon feeling what he knew on the new scroll. It brought a wide smile to his lips.

The Targaryen symbol.

"It's from a 'Lord Varys'. It reads that though the journey was hard on King Daeron of the House Targaryen, he has... Obtained more than a hundred ships and twenty-two thousand spears for his war." He could hear the confusion in Sam's voice, understanding considering his family's loyalties towards King Robert of the House Baratheon.

"To think that he has three dragons, an army, and men to advise him in times of war. If only I could assist him... " He said mournfully, Sam shuffled in his seat meaning nervousness.

"He must be quite the man, I hope he knows how crafty his enemies are. Everyone that has gone up against the Lannister's has either bent the knee or were killed, and a Targaryen in Westeros? They'll most likely kill him or ensure he dies." Samwell said to him, and he does see the struggle his great-great-grandson has to deal with when he comes home but he sees hope at the end of this, he truly does.

"That is where I disagree, I began to receive these letters, and only recently couldn't read them. You can help me when we begin our voyage to Old Town." He said, reminding Sam and himself of their new task.

He is of little importance to the Night's Watch, even his memories are beginning to leave him and so he suggested that Samwell and he leave for the Citadel to begin Tarly's training on becoming the new Maester for Castle Black. There is much for Sam to learn and he needs to engrave much knowledge to him as possible.

"Sam? I need the room," Jon Snow, newly made Lord Commander of the Night's Watch entered the rookery. He heard Samwell get up from his seat, Jon then took that seat once he knew that they were alone.

"What guidance do you need, Lord Commander?" He asked teasingly, Jon chuckled lightly and took a deep breath.

"I am sure only a handful of people on this Wall would call me that, the majority wants me dead for letting Wildlings past the Wall, then there are my conflictions to go and seek out my sister who is a prisoner of the Bolton's." He nodded his head at what Jon told him, he is quite conflicted from the tone in his voice.

"Indeed a troublesome dilemma. Be suspicious of your subordinates and lose fealty, choosing the lives of Wildlings instead of leaving them for dead by the Other's as Sam and many more spoke of. Ah, and the little sister you care for. I remember when it was your father, then your brother, and yet, you held fast to your vows to the Night's Watch." He repeated to the second youngest Lord Commander since Osric Stark.

"I seem to remember almost leaving before Sam, Pyp, and Grenn stopped me. Reminded me who my brothers truly were, where my place was," Jon started, a moment of silence before continuing, "The Long Night is coming, if what Sam and Mance reported. Sam said they numbered in the thousands, tens of thousands even. Regular steel doesn't affect them, we need obsidian or Dragon Glass; A sharp rock that shines." He added and he nodded, knowing where much of this is.

"As a boy, I enjoyed spending time on Dragonstone, the ancestral seat of my family. The materials you need is there, Lord Commander." He told his commander, then went ahead to inform him of the war that will decide who will sit the Iron Throne, "There is something else. When you go to get your materials." Jon must be looking at him, with a confused expression on his face.

"What do you mean?" He was asked and he smiled, grateful that he would ask him why.

"A new war for the throne will be fought, you will want the new King on your side for he has the fire that can fight your dead army." He said and Jon shuffled in his seat, the same as his friend.

"Who? Every other King that rose was killed, I will have to bargain with the Lannister and I wish I didn't." Jon said with a grimace, "Stannis won't get to the capital, not at once. My brother failed and died. The King's younger brother who opposed the bastard and his brother were assassinated. Even the Greyjoy who attacked my homeland is dead. Who else can oppose the Lannister's with enough strength to win?" He was asked and answered with pride, proud to say his name.

"One man, his name is Daeron Targaryen. King of Westeros. He brings with him the words of my House... Fire and Blood."

Vale of Arryn (The Eyrie) 

Petyr Baelish wasn't in a very good mood. Not at all.

His spies told the truth, a Targaryen has set sail just days ago and is moving with haste towards Westeros. This could ruin everything he has built upon over these many years.

He envisioned a simple future, him sitting the Iron Throne and watching all those that mocked and insulted him, kneeling to him. It wasn't just this Dragon, it was his own enemies finding their own graves and killing one another like Ned, and before that was Brandon, even the Tyrells who belittled him despite them being partners.

Included in his future was Cat, his beloved who was wrongfully taken from him by three men. Brandon, the pompous and boastful fool. Eddard, the honorable man who believed in those that didn't do any wrong. And lastly was Walder and Roose, traitors who threw Catelyn's body into a river. He mourned for the first time when he heard the news, he hasn't cried like that since he was a small boy.

It after that he plotted against the Lannister's this time, achieving in killing Joffrey which led to Tywin's assassination and Tyrion's flight which gave him enough pull to successfully get Sansa out of King's Landing and now, solidifying his own rebellion within the Vale of Arryn and as a symbol to this new cause, Sansa.

Sansa is much like her mother, she's become a good liar and very beautiful. Beautiful enough for a King, Ah, but which King can I offer her to? He pondered.

A smirk broke from his frown, as his head began to spin a whole new plan for his future to be realized.

He won't become the King of Westeros, not yet. He can, however, become an influential piece behind the power of a new King, the Targaryen King. He could have the Vale turn from their false loyalty to Tommen for the 'true' King, he would then have the Lords and Ladies of the Vale march against Daeron's enemies.

First thing's first, to meet with this man and gauge his mind. Daeron at first impression from all the Small Council meetings and from his informants seems an amiable monarch, a fool who can be made to believe and be betrayed easily. He can safely assume he can manipulate the Boy King and rule him with aid from Sansa as his Queen.

The only obstacle is the boy's dragons, the truest form of power, and can turn a city to ash in hours, maybe not even so.

"Uncle Petyr?" He turned and watched his son by law run towards him, dragging his older cousin by the hand which would seem romantic but there has been a change in plans from where he had schemed to marry Sansa to Robert, then have the boy go through an accident which would make Sansa Wardeness of the East and Lady of the Eyrie, and a Queen of Winterfell whenever Roose defeats Stannis but now all these problems could be solved with fire, dragon fire.

"What is it, little one?" He inquired jovially, though he is annoyed more than anything. Sansa with all her sweetness answered for him.

"It is beginning to snow, Lord Baelish. Lord Arryn was so happy and jumping with joy." She said, sounding so genuine and showing everything he'd taught her.

"That is good to hear, but I have something to discuss with you, my dear. Robert, go and train with Lord Royce." Sweetrobin looked to disagree but Sansa said they would play later, he left without another word.

He and Sansa were now alone, he approached her and cupped her cheek before placing his lips to her own, she tensed and he wished she didn't. He never liked it that she didn't appreciate his touch, despite him being the that saved her from her captors. He just wants her to accept him and she won't, just like her mother had done when they were children, trading kisses and more with his late wife, Lysa.

"What do you want to talk about?" She asked him, a wisp of a smile crawling on his lips as her genuine and kind tone fell away for a frown.

"I want to tell you about some new plans that have conflicted too much with the old ones, it has to do with a handsome, silver-haired lad named Daeron."

Summer Sea (Daeron's Ship) 

He watched Daegon, Wildfyre and Raeleris fly around the ships as they sailed across the Summer Sea.

They've grown large in the past month, even surprising him at times when even horses won't satisfy them any longer. They did take a liking to elephants since the Golden Company showed up, He chuckled as he looked at his children, flying and chasing one another in the air, diving down and grabbing a large fish.

Tyrion came to him yesterday, asking him why he hasn't ridden one of them and he found it hard to reply.

Fear had to be one of them, he's read the books and how the Dance of the Dragons played out, especially the part where Rhaenyra's second to the last son left to saved his heritage and fell from the saddle of his mother's dragon. He scared that during one of these battles, will one of his dragons shake him off to fall to his death on a battlefield.

Another is probably the most childish. It's shyness, he just never tried to do it and might not for some time.

Of course, he'll have to eventually, even the great Aegon the Conqueror rode his dragon and burned away a thousand men at the Field of Fire. But which of his children will he ride first? It most likely will be Daegon, he was his favorite child, despite knowing a father shouldn't do such a thing but he does.

Grinning he turned from them, letting them enjoy their freedom and playtime before the upcoming battles they will be fighting.

"My King." he turned and grimaced, Vary only smiled at him.

"What do you need, Spider?" He asked and the Master of Whispers. Varys kept his smile and approached him, "Stay a distance. It's only a precaution, other Kings have let their subjects get too close. I won't be the same, things will change." He ended and with narrowed eyes, still untrusting towards Varys.

"And I await those changes, surely they will lead to greater peace than any other." Varys praised him, yet he still believed his praise as false as it was days ago, "I have a few loose ends in King's Landing, they will aid you even more than winning battles, I assure you." Ah, so that means that the man has to leave.

What a coincidence, considering that this is a man who does business with lies and deceit.

"... Fine, you may leave once we've made it to Sunspear. Keep me posted on all of the going on's in King's Landing, and may the Gods bless your task." He told the man who bowed, then left his sight and he enjoyed the silence once he was alone.

The sea was calming, how he swayed back and forth with the ship. It reminded him of his childhood in Braavos, riding around in the small boats and watching from a long distance as the city lit off their explosives that made such resounding colors in the sky, blue, red, green, yellow, any color one could think of and it brought a smile to his face.

Breaking from his painful memories, he walked around the ship and went over to the edge of his ship. He made sure his vessel was the largest, made to hold 200 men, 50 horses, and one of his dragons. Two other ships were of the same length for his other two dragons, though the amount of men is shortened and no more than 20 horses on both unlike the other large ships in his fleet which carry the elephants.

He looked ahead where the star goes West, towards his home and the one hundred and twenty-three ships that are taking him to win his throne.

The Lannister's will lose their tails for their treachery. The Baratheon's will have their antlers torn from their heads. And if any Starks or Tully's or Greyjoy's oppose him? They will join the extinct Houses that followed in the first Conquest.

He is coming home, for the first time since he was born on that night.