Fire and Blood has Finally Come

Rodrik

The great hall of Winterfell was bustling with Lords and Ladies speaking to one another, then there is the half at the far end consisting of Jon Snow's men and the man himself standing at the right of Sansa and him on the left. The Former Lord Commander of the Night's Watch and once dead before the eyes of his peers and the Wildlings he brought back beyond the Wall.

He remembered when they officially met, just five days ago...

He was holding counsel with the factions after the Battle for Winterfell, he and Sansa were currently arguing on what to do about Roose Bolton's Son by Lady Walda Frey, now mistress of the ruined Dreadfort.

"His son will die, I will hear no more of it." She hissed at him but his lips tensed, narrowing his eyes. This same argument was started on Theon as well, Theon Greyjoy became a shell of his former self and refuses to leave the cell Ramsey put him in, he had the men drag the lad turned eunuch to get help from a maester and maybe a bath or five since the boy was laying with the hounds. Sansa got merciful once Rickon told her that Theon killed two boys in their stead, though wrong it saved them and gave them time to escape.

"Would you condemn a child for the sins of his father? Eddard would see reason as he saw reason when Tywin laid the bodies of Rhaenys and Aegon before the Iron Throne and Robert!" He shouted, Sansa's eyes widened as he reminded her of the honor Ned learned of in the Vale, if only he had as much restraint as his old friend who seemed so long ago had been killed.

Sansa sat down in the Lords, now Ladies seat. Rickon had abdicated in favor of his sister who was behind the liberation of the Riverlands and found justice for Robb Stark and Catelyn Tully. She spent a heavy breath and avoided his gaze as he didn't lower it from her, he would have her see reason.

"Very well, but House Bolton will be stripped of their lands and titles, so will Houses of Whitehill, Ryswell and Dustin. They be given to the loyal houses who fought for House Stark." She said and he nodded, of course the Houses that were loyal should be uplifted for their bravery.

"House Forrester lost their home, it was destroyed during the Battle of Ironrath, they should be given the seat of Highpoint for honors." Arya asked and gave Asher Forrester, the Lord of Ironrath now but he noticed a flush rise to her cheeks and he smirked, he believes the girl is in love. He sighed and went to speak but before that could occur, the doors opened and Podric Payne walked him with the Stark banner on his chest.

"My Queen, you have visitors... From the Wall."

Three figures walked inside at this moment, another one waited outside because he was much too tall to fit in. There was one who gave him the assumption that he was a Wildling or Free Folk as they come to call themselves, the Hill Tribes were also fond of calling themselves such things. The man was red-bearded and though not so tall has strong arms and a massive belly. On his massive arms he wears golden bands engraved with strange runes, the type he's seen on the banner of House Royce.

The next man he knows as Stannis's adviser and Hand of the King, Ser Davos Seaworth. Davos is a slight man with brown eyes and an ordinary face weathered by the elements. His beard and thinning brown hair are peppered with gray. The first joints of the fingers of his left hand are missing, replaced by a glove.

The next is who he expected to see but not for some time, Jon Snow. Jon's changed in the years since he's seen him at the very place they meet now, worn from his time at the Wall, possibly beyond it as well. His hair isn't free but put into a bun, and he wears the Stark leathers and has a nice sword around his hip and at his side is a great wolf, white with red eyes that would have frightened him but war has changed him.

Sansa looked emotional, running to her half-brother and Arya too. They embraced and he was reminded of how his Robert and he would be, whenever he left home and would return. He cleared his throat, stepping from the dais and walking towards Jon and holding out his hand to him.

"Well met, Jon. We welcome you home, and your friends." He greeted, Jon's face didn't budge and he almost wished he could see Ned in his face but he could only see his mother, whoever she is but one thing is clear, she is northerner from the looks of it.

"Lord Arryn- " Jon was corrected by Lord Royce, making him seem high and proud.

Lord Royce has truly had a hard life since they've marched out of the Vale for King Stannis, his beards grown big a burly in that time. His eyes were that of a man who's fought four wars in his time, one for King Jaehaerys, another for Jon Arryn, once more for Stannis and another for him.

"It's your Grace, now." Jon swallowed a lump in his throat and took back his words.

"Your Grace, I came here with urgent news, the Wall needs yours and the entirety of Westeros's assistance." Jon said and his tone was very genuine, sure but what is it at the Wall besides the near magical resurrection of Jon Snow and that Wildlings are behind the Wall in droves.

"What is it?" It would be Davos to answer him, that is true.

"The dead, your Grace, and Winter itself."

Since then his ward and fellow monarch believed her brother, Jon Snow then took it upon himself to call for every man, old and young to begin preparing for this 'Winter' though he more than likely believes this false, that it isn't as dangerous as some ready it to be. The 2,428 Wildlings that came from behind the Wall are to be made the new Night's Watch, made of men and women for this 'Long Night'.

Alongside them was the woman who served Stannis, the ears behind his fanatic behavior in trying to make him and his kingdom forget his faith. Waymar and Lord Royce demanded her head and he would give it to them, but things got in the way...

He and Waymar were patrolling the walls when they saw her, vengeance made his friend go for his sword and hurried down the steps and marched towards the woman, him following close behind.

"You wench! I'll have your head for my brother! Andar will be avenged!"

She coward as his blade went up and would have come down if not for Thoros, a known follower of the woman's faith clashing against his friends own sword.

"She is valuable, sword-lord, lay down your arm?" Thoros asked and his friend would not yield, he grit his teeth.

"She poisoned King Stannis into burning Ser Andar Royce, son to Lord Yohn Royce and heir to Runestone. Now you, lay down your sword and let justice be done!" He commanded but the Red Swordsmen refused to yield as well and a crowd started to gather as some from the Vale demanded justice, the Northerners demanded an end to the madness.

"You!" Everyone turned their eyes on to Lord Yohn, a look of emotion written all over his face as he glared at the woman in red. "You are the reason my son is dead, my oldest boy and killed by you and the charlatan in Stannis." Yohn took out his Valyrian steel sword and went at the woman, but his steel didn't clash with bone, skin and blood but even more Valyrian steel which was held by Jon Snow.

The Son of Eddard pushed the older man back and gave a stare for the other two men to lower their blade, which they reluctantly did.

"We shouldn't be fighting each other!" Jon shouted with a voice of thunder, nothing like Eddards who was quiet and calmer, but Stark all the same which still had him confused, "The enemy is the dead, not us, not you. Melisandre lead his Grace down a path that none were eager to follow, it is true but she saved my life which was no longer breathing at one moment." Jon added and looked to him, his eyes piercing and dark, almost black than grey, "Tell your men to stand down, your Grace." He narrowed his eyes at the demand, reluctant.

"You better keep your witch with you, I promise her no safety in the presence of my men- Especially, Lord Royce's men who loved Andar than even myself." He threatened and went back to business, Waymar and Yohn following while glaring at Jon and his witch.

The camp was tense for the two days that followed, Sansa had to keep more Tully and Stark men on patrol to keep his and Jon's Wildlings from fighting one another when one camp drank a bit too much.

And his mount, the dragon had been away for some time and not many had seen it. On the fourth day before the assembly it returned and was resting, he went out with a goat to feed the beast, but instead found Jon was already on it and Sheepstealer was feasting on a burnt goat. Jon turned to him and was looking at him with narrowed eyes, he in turn did the same to the younger man.

"It was hungry, your man Orion told me he ate sheep, a strange thing to appetize for but I've never seen one." And the beast lets him closer than he allowed me to, the bastard, He thought while glaring at Sheepstealer who glared right back and went on to its meal.

"He likes you, I had to take some time before he let me near or even as close as this." He commented and Jon caught on to his jealousy, the small remnants of his old self that he still has.

"Can I have him? Ghost could always need another companion," He laughed at Jon's jest, and smirked.

"If you can ride him, fine. As long as you trade him for Ghost, that wolf is kinder to me than this big beast." Sheepstealer made a halfhearted hiss in that second, a way of responding to his request for trade.

He and Jon got on neutral ground then, or at least a fragile one. He still wants the Red Woman gone from Winterfell if Jon or now Sansa wont allow Lord Royce and Waymar have their justice for Andar, the loyal warrior and friend who stood for their faith and King.

Now the assembly wasn't for this or that event. He, Sansa, and Jon stood as three leaders with each of the three tables housing those of Stark, Tully and Arryn. Jon nodded and he slammed his goblet to get everyone's attention, after a minute they did so.

"You know why we're here, you all know." He said with his voice slightly hoarse, but still strong, "My Andal people rallied behind me and with that, we retook the Kingdom of the Vale. Robb Stark's heir and little sister, Sansa and Arya rallied the Riverlords and retook the Riverlands and with the strength of the North, we retook Winterfell from the traitorous Boltons." He added and many shouted, agreeing.

"Yet our fights have not ended, another war looms and it does not belong in the North but east where it began." Sansa stood up then, he sat back down. "The new Night's Watch consisting of Free Folk, and Northmen will defend the Wall but the rest will go with us south and end the war that my brother, King Robb had started and end the reign of House Lannister!"

Jon wasn't in agreement, he believed that the soldiers should go to manning the Wall, to fight the 'dead' and 'Night King'.

But his father died to bring justice to Westeros and though it was Baelish and Lysa's doing, he will still fight House Lannister tooth and nail to end the false Baratheon, Tommen and if he must rule it, then that is what he will do.

Cersei

Her son had abandoned her.

Jaime is not here to fight for her, but is bringing her daughter home.

Her uncle and 'good-daughter' are putting a difficult case to take for her 'trial' at the Sept of Baelor when she let that lowborn bastard ring the Faith Militant back to power, but as many things went she would get her way even without a Trial by Combat.

Careful planning she prepared, pieces carefully put in place with the use of Varys spies that he left and now in the care of Qyburn.

First, Pycelle and the old Kingsguard will die and the Little Birds and Gregor are seeing to it. Her son will then be locked away in his chambers whilst all of her enemies gathered near the Great Sept, and she will watch it happen from a view that would put songs inside of many a minstrels hearts, songs of doom and another warning to those that would try and depose her from power that she's craved.

She stopped in front of Joanna's room, the child had grown since and had beautiful gold hair and her fathers eyes are vibrant, the eyes she can deal with but she can admit other than Jaime she missed Rodrik being inside of her, he was gentle with passion where Jaime was rough and full of lust and desire. The mistress caring for her little lion was shocked when she entered, picking up Joanna in her arms.

"Lady Cersei? You cant be here, his grace has- "

"Unless you wish to end up like all whores of Roberts that served in this castle, then you will give me my baby girl and let me leave." The threat was sweet and stern, the servant paled before handing Joanna to her.

"Momma!" She's always loved her children, Tommen too despite him betraying her.

"Hello my sweet, want to see bright lights?" She asked her child as she began walking towards her destination, Joanna thought on the request and smiled.

"Yes, momma! I'd love that." Joanna told her and she smiled at the child, her daughter was so charming and can bring her out of her darkest moments and back into the light.

They made to their destination and two of the Kingsguard were dead, bleeding on the ground. Joanna asked her why they were laid like that, she told the girl they were sleeping and would wake up in the morning. She had since stopped drinking, pouring herself a cup of water and held her daughter in one hand and her cup in the other, should be beginning anytime soon and so will all of her troubles.

And then it did, a sounding quake and the sept blew in a blaze of green, smoke and screams filled the very air and she smiled gleefully.

"Look, momma. The lights are so pretty!"

Yes, pretty lights.

Margaery is green.

Loras is green.

Uncle Kevan is green.

Mace Tyrell is green.

The High Sparrow is green.

They are all pretty lights now and wont be the last to follow in flame, the Starks Whores, the Fierce Falcon, and those Suns in Dorne will all be lights in the sky, all pretty and gone in minutes. Not long after, she found out Tommen had thrown himself from the tower and she didn't have it in her to care, only thinking that he's now a pretty light.

Arianne

She watched with everyone as they said farewell their farewells to Ser Jaime, Ser Bronn, Princess Myrcella and her brother who will sit the Kings council. Jaime watched her more so over the weeks that he's been in Dorne, much so that she was close to bringing him to her bed.

She was walking towards his chambers and the man, Bronn was coming out of it.

"Ser Bronn? How might you be enjoying my home." The man was flushed, like he'd have come back from... "Never mind, is Ser Jaime in?" She asked in her usual silky tone.

"Of course, right on in Princess." Bronn opened the door and let her in before taking his leave.

Ser Jaime's room was adequate, good enough for a highborn man from far away. The man in question was putting on a shirt, his well built chest defined like her favorite bedmate, Damon Sand. His are were muscled and she was enjoying the sight before her eyes landed onto where one of his hands used to be, and she lost her interest, he was damaged goods from war.

"Princess? Why are you here, you didn't much approve of me and my companions 'entrance'." He mentioned and is right, she'd rather be more open and honest if he is to be kin through his daughters marriage to her brother, though Roberts daughter to the more naïve of the realm.

"Well be honest, walk into my home and bluntly tells us your sister is too paranoid that we would try to rightfully avenge Elia and her children." She said sharply though with the sweetest of smiles, his expression however became worried, again rightfully so. "You will be leaving soon?" She asked, attempting a change in the subject.

"Yes, my sister is having trouble," Trouble? Must be important to end this fragile diplomatic visit by the Queen Mothers own brother and former Kingsguard Knight now Lord of Casterly Rock. Her spies were quite informative on all fronts.

This High Sparrow has been allowed to rebuild the Faith Militant, in the North a war between Bolton and a trio alliance of Stark, Arryn and Tully have begun or ended in all this time, some even tell of her old friend finding himself a dragon. The Reach, Stormlands and Westerlands have been more or less idle since the death of the Old Lion whereas she and her family celebrated with a feast, a death waited to hear about.

She does hope Rodrik is well, Tyene also shares this sentiment. Yes, the safety of her Falcon worries her in her dreams at night.

Putting on her best face she approached a dressing Jaime and laid a gentle hand on the knights chest, catching his attention.

"I heard you are no longer bound to that silly white cloak, how about I make a man of you, Young Lion?" She said seductively and succeeded in making Jaime flush, "Unless the rumors behind you and the Queen are true- " She was stopped when he gave her a hard stare, she sighed and pulled herself away, "You men of honor, I thought those were only in the Vale and North." She and he looked lost.

"And what other 'honorable' man do you mean? I'm me and only me." He asked her and she smiled, caressing his cheek slightly.

"You look just like him, given the blue eyes and nose but that made him handsome and you more homely." She teased, yet he got what she was saying and snarled, turning away and keeping himself a few paces away.

"You love him too? My sister couldn't stop talking about Rodrik the Fierce for some time, King Rodrik since then and fathered a child to her. Do you have a child of his as well? Is that why you speak of him and comparing me to a falcon? I am a lion, a Lannister and Knight." He ranted and she only listened, she wont lie about desiring to be with Rodrik, marriage even but he's only seen her as a very close friend, nothing more.

And now she sees the brave knight sail away to home, carrying her brother with him.

"You should have killed the whore and her father, they deserved it." Obara told her and she looked at her cousin and Nymeria for that matter, Ellaria has since accepted Oberyn's death and put her focus on her four children by the Red Viper.

"You don't decide that, I rule when my father passes and innocent girls wont perish for the fall of warrior to warrior." She sharply told them and nodded for Tyene to follow as they caught up, Obara and Nymeria being close she turned to them once and smiled.

"Our war for vengeance will be on the field of battle, not in poison, our fights aren't over."

And it wouldn't be, for a fortnight after tonight her and her family would wake to the sounds of dragons.

The Targaryen Queen has come to Westeros.