The Falcon and the Stealer

Rodrik

"You're not going up today?" Orion asked him and he looked up from the books he commissioned from the libraries in the east.

Sheapstealer was injured and he is trying to find a poultice to heal the creature, to relieve it of its pain so that he may finally befriend the beast. So far he has spent several weeks here and from reports all across the Vale informed him peace and prosperity have flourished, especially with Lord Belmore's acquiring a produce and trade agreement with both Pentos and Braavos.

Sansa has also informed him that with the aid of both the Hound and Arya, Riverrun and several other holds and lands have been liberated from the Freys and Lannisters. Good news and good planning on the threes part, indeed his wards have become quite functional with less risk to their lives on a daily basis. Now all that is left is to give the order for the forces to marshal.

But not before Sheapstealer is with them, a dragon will ensure House Bolton to surrender to them. The Lannisters will also be halted with the threat of their armies being turned to cinders, this creature has its uses and he will use it to the best of its abilities to ensure longlasting peace between all independent kingdoms of Westeros, Dorne, the North and Vale, three Kingdoms.

"Aha! Got it!" He said with finally finding an herb mix, he isn't no alchemist but it seems rather easy to make with ingredients that are surprisingly already here. Wyvern Seed, a plant when mixed with beetles and daisies can and has been used to heal the scars of battle worn dragons. "Spread out and look for these, get my personal healer to ready it." He commanded and Orion nodded and left to get it done.

A day would pass before the ingredients were found.

One more day and night would go by for the mix to be made.

On the final day he prepared for his trip up the mountain once more, he was sheathing his sword and going for his horse when he was stopped by Orion and his entire entourage, all knelt and with their heads low. Except for Orion who looked at him with determination and it gave him pause. He dropped his bag and approached the warrior and knelt to look at him.

"What is it? I need to go." He told them all who blocked his path, Orion tensed and shook his head.

"You are a risk taker, my King. We are your sworn guardsmen and our place is by your side, we wont let you leave without us following." Orion was met in agreement with everyone, and as for himself he was shocked to say the least that these men would declare their loyalty in such a manner as to stop their leader.

He was reminded of how Lyonel gave his life so that he and others could march on King's Landing, his sacrificed made in vain and he regretted not standing and fighting Tywin then. Then the thousands that died sieging and retreating from that accursed city of rats. He swore to never throw a life away with such ease ever again, but these men would willingly die with him in fire. "Very well. Saddle up and lets move, it's time we finish this trip." He ordered and Orion cried out with the others.

"Yes My King!"

Cersei

She was angry.

No she is enraged.

Since her walk of atonement by those scum of fanatics, she had been planning her revenge against them and when it ignites under them, she will be smiling from ear to ear in giddiness. After her vengeance with the High Sparrow is complete, she will then turn her eyes to the North, Vale and Riverlands for their own defiance against her family and their King.

Three days ago a wounded great grandson of Walder Frey came from Riverrun, telling a fine tale about a fierce She Wolf and Hound taking their encampment unawares. The loss of even the Twins were a blow to Lannister influence within the Riverlands and this gave rise to another rebellion and the rebirth of the Northern Cause for Independence, Arya Stark herself is leading the Brotherhood Without Banners as her personal force.

Worse is that the Tyrells and her thrice damned uncle wont send a force to put it down before it flares out of control, even with the loss of House Frey the Riverlands can be subjugated once more. No, instead they are stuck trying to rein in the Sparrows and the man she regretted putting in the position of High Septon. Margaery and her boy-loving brother are still held in the Great Sept of Baelor.

And more so than the worries for her daughter and brother, in Dorne and in constant danger of being so close to deaths doorstep. It was a miracle she was able to get back to her Tommen and Joanna, the Walk of Atonement nearly broke her but the visions of seeing those that showered her with old vegetables and shit on spikes, not just their heads but the bodies.

She is currently moving towards the council chambers to speak with the council again, to get something done rather than sitting on their hands.

"Uncle, my lords and lady." She greeted with Ser Robert Strong behind her, formerly Gregor Clegane but everyone knows who he is. Her uncle looked at her with uncaring expressions and the rest didn't so much as greet her back, though the Grand Maester did look utterly terrified of the Mountain. "I came to the council today to request what is to be done with the newest of threats, they are to be dealt with." She pointed out and Lady Olenna gave her a half-scoff, like what she said was so obvious.

"Oh? And how many of these threats did you create? This Arryn King, the She Wolf, or perhaps the new Queen in the North. Just a month ago you brought the Faith Militant back from the rock that should've been left where it lay." It was hard to deny what she had begot the Kingdoms. She should have worked harder on Rodrik, should have hurried to capture Arya and made Sansa a slave to her whims. Even the High Sparrow was a mistake on her part, a mistake she is devising to depose in every hour of the day.

She took a deep breath and leaned over, placing her hands onto the table and glancing at the lion near the Hands desk.

"I have made many mistakes in the past as Regent and Protector of the Realm. My fathers passing still weighs heavy on me, and my increasing lust for vengeance against Tyrion grows with each hour of the day." She began with a forced apology, steps to take place for her other plans. "For that I say we forget what has been done, and look to freeing our new Queen and Knight from their imprisonment, let us forge the destruction of the High Sparrow, the Vale and Northern rebels and any other threat that attempts to take us down."

Arianne

"I must apologize for this outcome, Ser Jaime. Had I known you were here I would have avoided this."

It was almost sickening how her father could grovel to the man who killed his king, of the family who had the very hands that took her aunt away from them and killed her cousins. Yet she would also agree that what Obara and Nymeria did was idiotic, honestly trying to murder the daughter of the False King Tommen was a terrible idea and Lady Ellaria agreed to that as well.

Ellaria told Obara and Nymeria that they shouldn't try to start a war and get themselves killed, for revenge nonetheless. She would go on to scold them and ask should Elia and her sister follow suit and die for the same revenge. Oberyn had already given his life for revenge and if what rumors are to be confirmed, then the Mountain is truly dead but the Lannister aren't.

Jaime and his cutthroat friend are no better, sneaking into Dorne and attempting to kidnap Myrcella was an idiotic response to his cousins threat towards them. The 'Princess' was also less than pleased since she was enjoying the day with her little brother, Trystane was hit in the face when he resisted the two knights from taking the poor girl away. Now here they are and in a somewhat pleasant conversation, if only it were.

Yes, her father plays the fool and grovels. Alas there is a method to his ideals, after she came forward with her plans to unify Westeros under three kingdoms her father had instead told her of a greater plan.

The Targaryen Restoration.

For three centuries the Targaryen's ruled six out of seven Kingdoms, her family didn't join until close to a hundred years ago. There was spots and wars, but overall there was peace or at least for the Kingdoms of the North, Vale and Dorne. Her father had planned to marry her to Prince Viserys and Dorne would begin an invasion to take back the Iron Throne from the Baratheons and Lannisters.

Sadly Viserys met his end by the Savage Warlord named Khal Drogo, so her father had to rework his plans by involving Daenerys and her marrying Trystane instead. She questioned why they don't ally with them because of common goals? They don't need marriages and Trystane was already sworn to Myrcella despite her being a false Baratheon, just a lion.. A Lannister.

But her father had made his plans and they will wait for Daenerys to decide to come home.

"It's really nothing, just a large misunderstanding is all. By the by, may I inquire after my man. Bronn." Jaime said charmingly and glanced at her and everyone in the room, she will admit the Kingslayer isn't without his charms, that smile could cut steel. Her father sipped from his wine and smiled, then frowned.

"Tell me. What is the law for someone who strikes a prince?" Jaime responded to her father question with quoting that Trystane said it was a flee bite, "Ah and besides, my daughter is to rule in my stead once I am gone. She should decide on the fate of 'Ser Bronn'." Her father then looked to her and she smirked wickedly, she knew just what to do.

She had Bronn released on the condition of one thing, when the smart mouthed man was brought up he was hit in the face by her fathers guard. Afterwards negotiations took place and ended with answering the request that Myrcella will return to the capital, though by the road rather than by sea because Pirate activity had risen since Stannis left with the royal fleet. Before everyone dispersed a toast was made to 'King' Tommen's health, but she instead toasted to the health of another.

Be well, King Rodrik Arryn. I hope we meet very soon.

Rodrik

He had everyone camp near the edge, just in case of anything that might go wrong. He himself made his way towards the large opening on the tallest mountain, no sword but a shield and no heavy suit so he has maximum agility in case he needs to make a quick escape from here. Orion and the others toasted him good luck, and prayed for the Seven to protect him from all harm, even fire.

He was nervous as he made his way up to the last step, his heart never beat faster than it did when he saw that mighty creature still recovering and hoped it would allow him to help it. He made sure to take slow steps but knew that Sheepstealer noticed his presence, its large eyes looking right back at him as he looked right back at it. A knot in his throat had to be swallowed down to keep his dignity.

"Hello. Sheepstealer." He said calmly and it groaned in response, "I came with something to help you, can I help you?" He asked it and its eyes narrowed on him for the longest moment. In the end it simply turned to it wounded side and hissed out a response to him, whether it was balls or courage that made him take the last finals steps towards the dragon he doesn't really know, just that he was allowed to help it told him everything.

He rubbed the salve in the dragons wounded side, it tensed and shook but it looked okay with what he was doing. A hour later and he had finally got all the spots covered, Sheepstaeler actually looked rather pleased with the salve doing its job. He smiled and attempted to step back but the creature only approached, he considered it a coincidence and took another step back only for it to come even closer with its massive head. His eyes widened in surprised and he swallowed another knot in his throat.

Taking it all on faith, he brushed his along the dragons neck and Sheepstealer lowered. He thought himself crazy as he climbed atop it and got comfortable, that and holding onto its scales for dear life. On cue the dragon stretched out it's wings and with a mighty leap had leapt over the mountains cliff edge, his adrenaline went mad and he thought he was going to die but instead the dragon stopped its dive and leveled its speed and just flew.

He smiled and finally let go of the scales and spread his arms out like Sheepstealer did with its wings that flapped every few seconds, he couldn't believe he was actually flying this creature, no this dragon. He looked below and saw the entire Vale, it flush green lands, forest and looking west in the mountain defending her core, then he saw a faint glimpse of the Eyrie though he turned Sheepstealer around back to its home and he landed near the cheering of his guardsmen and Orion. He was embraced the moment he got off Sheepstealer's back.

"You did it!"

"The King Flies!"

"Rodrik the Flyer!"

He enjoyed the cheering and still felt a little demoralized from being in the air for so long, but he did it. Orion gripped him by the shoulders and looked utterly serious.

"What do we do now? My King." He didn't answer for a moment and simply looked north.

"Send the ravens." He started and turned back to everyone, "The Kingdom of the Vale goes to war."