The Ancestry of a Bloodline

Several Years Ago

They were all gathered in the Sept, two hundred in attendance to the event going on. Today two families will tie together in a pact of longevity and friendship.

A father walked the daughter down to meet her intended who stood wearing bright blue and white, a falcon cloak in his right arm. As for the bride, she stared at her future husband with eyes of violet and rested a hand to push a strand of hair behind her ear. Her father smiled and handed her to her husband and offered his congratulations.

The Septon turned to them and held his hands out, "We all gathered to seal the individuals of Alaena of House Velaryon, and Roland of House Arryn as one heart and one soul, cursed be he who dares to tear them asunder. Now look upon one another and repeat the words." Both man and woman turned to one another.

"Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am hers, and he is mine, from this day, till the end of my days."

The kiss sealed the connection and two bloodlines melding one another, the product of this marriage would lead to one child, a child who would one day marry the Lord of the Vale.

And that child is named Rowena of the House Arryn.

[Present Day]

King Rodrik sat down with his court to discuss the latest news around his domain and that of the other Seven Kingdoms. A half a month has passed since the War of the Falcons ended with the Battle of the Giants Lance, a fight hard fought but valor and justice won the day. As for the rest of Westeros, the country is still fighting itself beginning in the North.

Stannis Baratheon marched on the Bolton stronghold of Winterfell with the Mountain Clans and his own forces, the battle lasted five hours before his former King was defeated and the whereabouts of his daughter is unclear. On to the South, Cersei Lannister found herself imprisoned by the Faith of the Seven under charges of treason and incest, by the new High Septon calling himself the High Sparrow.

North of the Wall, Jon Snow was named the new Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, one of the youngest leaders since Osric Stark. He didn't know the lad but that time in Winterfell so long ago. Meanwhile in the East, the last Targaryen was proven to be alive and is ruling Slavers Bay as its Queen. He doesn't know when the girl will turn her gaze on the West, but he and the other Kingdoms will have to be ready, especially since she has three growing dragons.

News from Arianne that the Kingslayer came to retrieve his niece and take her home, as of this moment the man and girl are either on their way home or still in Dorne. In the Riverlands, the Brotherhood Without Banners is still running amok and Brynden Tully had retaken Riverrun from the Freys holding it, needless to say, the Northern Cause is still strong inside of the Riverlands.

"Chaos has all but dissipated in the Vale of Arryn, your grace. Alas, there is trouble still brewing northwards." Informed Marwyn Belmore, kin to Lord Benedar and his new Captain of the Guard.

"What do you mean, my Lord?" Nestor asked for him, he made the man a member of a council consisting of Lord Yohn, Lady Anya, and Lord Sunderland. More will be elected in time but there is still much to do.

"Scouts sent into the Mountains of the Moons had reported back that villages are either empty or burnt. I suggest a ranging if you would consider, we don't know if they are gathering or- " Lady Anya scoffed at Marwyn's suggestion.

"Most likely the Battle of the Snakewood shattered their moral and are fighting each other, again. Your Grace, we should put resources on preparing our invasion of the North, not following savages in the Mountains of the Moon." Anya spoke snappily and with her head raised high, soon the Lords began suggesting their own ways going about this 'trouble'.

He'd like to believe they did go back to infighting, much better than rallying for another attack. Everyone was right at once, the invasion north is important but so is this matter. He looked to the left and saw Tyene was waiting for him, he sighed and stood to his feet and said to everyone that he will give his decree after a few moments of thought. Passing the door he saw Sansa and Arya speaking to Lady Myranda, Nestor's daughter, Sansa looked at him and gave him a small smile but he just hurried to meet Tyene.

She was waiting for him at the end hall, looking out an opening to one of the small yards, snows began to fall some time ago and had covered part of the walkways.

"I'm leaving." She spouted right away and it sent him back, it was a shock to hear as she wasn't particularly liked, but the information she brought was quite useful to him.

"Any reason why? You are quite useful." He said softly and leaned against the opposite side of the pillar, staring at the former blond Dornishwoman.

"My uncle, has decided not to get involved with you, Arianne tried and Doran wants to remain neutral in this new war." She let him in and he nodded with a frown, that is a blow to the grand scheme of things, "Arianne is planning something and requires my coming home. Though... I can be persuaded" She finally showed him a sultry smile and touched his hand, he sighed and looked away.

"I had my experience laying with women I shouldn't, though I commend your attempts." He stated and it only drove the Red Vipers daughter closer to him.

"Arianne told me she tried to seduce you when she last visited, and yet you turned her away. My cousin is attractive and not many can refuse her, but you did, why?" She asked and her breath could be felt close. His face remained still until she got brave and placed her lips to his own, but he gently pulled from her and shook his head, "Well, I am going to miss you, and that little wolf; she will be a deadly swordswoman when she is older, with twice the passion as my fathers." Tyene said as she left him where he stood, swaying hips as she did just like when she first arrived.

Hours, after he walked down with Tyene and saw her away with a personal guard, going by ship, is better than the road right now. Afterward, he made the decision to go and investigate the mysterious silence in the Mountains of the Moon, Yohn and Anya disagreed but he said that a King should lead rather than making other do his will, a trait his father instilled in him.

With five hundred men, skilled and with their best horses he went on the journey to the Snakewood. Sansa and Arya bid him farewell and Waymar told him to return safely, he understands his people's worries, he is a King without an heir besides his child in the Lions Den, a daughter from what Tyene had informed him and he doesn't know what to feel.

He needs an heir and clear suggestions for a wife was offered, Myranda is his age and a widow, others have asked him to take Sansa as a wife but not only is she legally married to Tyrion, he doesn't have a wish to marry her, over the month he has cared for her and Arya like his father, as a parent and nothing more but he won't disagree, Sansa is a woman now and will ensure her future husband is happy and so will she.

Bride choices were scarce in the Vale, most Houses only bred men and what women are fit are either married or too young. He could branch out of the Vale but like here there aren't that many choices to make. A thought towards marching on the capital and taking his daughter away from Cersei crossed his mind, but the Tyrells wouldn't make it easy.

"The pass into the Mountains of the Moon isn't far now, we should be there on the morrow." A cousin of his from Gulltown said, from his mother branch of the family named Orion Stone, the sharp features of his House are visible beside the eyes which are brown. His mother's uncle who was born from a fisherman's wife. "You look like her, my niece." He stated and he looked back up from the fire, shocked.

He stumbled upon the man during the Battle of Gulltown, he noticed his features and asked who he was and what family he hailed from. Afterward, the two grew on one another, other than Robert and Harrold at the time he was his closest kin and a bridge to his mothers House had died off during the Battle of King's Landing.

"I never knew her, died before I could." Orion smiled and sighed.

"House Arryn of Gulltown wasn't looked at twice by the main branch, not until my brother brought Rowena to the Eyrie as a wife for your father, after Jeyne Royce died in the childbed." He chuckled at that, his mother must have made quite the impression on his father to gain his hand after one meeting. "You went through many trials, I will see you protected, always." His kin added with confidence in his voice.

"Are you offering your sword to my personal guard?" He asked him and the man gave a single nod, "Very well then, welcome to the Winged Knights, Ser Orion Stone."

"Your Grace."

The next morning came slow as he slept with the company of nightmares, his dead family, friends and even enemies now haunt him and yet he will keep it to himself. He has to remain strong for those he cares about, or those that are left to his side. The Stark daughters, Waymar, Maester Colemon and many others, he will hide his ghosts to stay strong. A sigh escaped him as he got on his horse and led the troop into the pass, seeing the old banners of those lost and weapons fallen to the ground.

The first village they arrived to was scorched and smoking, like a great fire had set it ablaze. He made a search and found some charred bones of children and women, men torn in two or a bloody mess or burned as well. It was a horrid sight and he didn't feel comfortable here so he bid everyone to search further before going to the next village.

The village west was much of the same yet not as recent, old skulls and roaming goats wandered about the area. Then as he was walking through a pass he was tackled to the ground by a huge Mountain Clansmen, one he recognized as the leader of the Burned Men, a man named Timett, it took several men to drag the monstrous man off of him.

"Get off me! Its coming! Its free!" The man screamed but he punched the man square in the face and grabbed the leather around his neck, pulling the wildling close to him.

"What are you talking about, why are so many villages burned? Answer me!" He shouted as well at the large man who only struggled further. He ordered for a pen to be made and this one to be escorted back with them but before that could even be done, a screech was heard in the distance and he looked only to be frozen where he had stood along with everyone else, terrified at what was being seen in the sky, perched on a mountain. The ugly mud brown and green eyes is visible as it stared into his soul, then one man screamed.

"D- Dragon!"