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278 AD –

No one really knew why Brandon the Builder was so set on accomplishing such a feat... Giants, with their massive hands, stacked ice blocks the size of carts, while the Children of the Forest, with their small yet powerful figures, chanted ancient songs and wove protective spells that melded with the very essence of the structure. The magic of their chants still lingers within the walls.

"Do you believe in giants, my princess?"

"If we didn't have dragon skulls, we might say they never existed... If there are dragons, why not giants? It may just be a book with tales and legends, but behind those writings lies truth," Daenerys replied, offering a warm smile. "Someday, I'll go to the Wall and see the giants with my own eyes," Dany said with hope in her voice.

"I just hope that day doesn't come while I'm on duty." Quickly, the servants stopped paying attention to the princess and resumed their tasks. "You shouldn't be here, my princess," Ser Arthur said, looking at her intently.

"And you shouldn't have found me so quickly." This time I was more careful, Dany thought.

"Let's just say you've helped me hone my tracking skills," he said, smiling.

"Is my father looking for me again?" she asked resignedly.

"Not your father, it's your brother. He's worried about your clandestine outings," he replied.

"I wouldn't sneak out if they let me roam freely without so many guards. If I do slip away, it's because of their own silly rules. My brother can disappear to the summer refuge for hours alone, and I can't even go to the kitchens without someone trailing behind," Ser Arthur didn't respond, he just nodded toward the path to take. Resigned, Dany followed the indicated path until she reached the library, where she found her brother.

"You know, father would be furious if he found out you were reading to the servants again," Rhaegar said as he hugged her. "Then I can't imagine what he would do if he found out you were sneaking out to play the harp in the streets, brother."

"I think those are habits we can't shake off." He smiled. "That's why I have a proposal for you, little sister."

"If it's about giving up my bad habits once and for all, I'll tell you no. I've talked to you; I don't want father to keep me locked up here like a prisoner. I'm a princess; I won't inherit the throne, I won't speak at court, my opinion won't be considered. So why insist that I don't leave my rooms? It's unfair; you can go wherever you want and do whatever you please, yet I have to ask permission even to look out the balcony."

"I wouldn't clip your wings, little sister. You're a dragon; dragons must fly, not be confined in the castle... I'm getting married."

"Do you want to get married, or is it because of father? And how can that be a solution for me? I don't understand."

"Always so impatient," he laughed. "The marriage is arranged, but she is sweet and has a lovely face. I'm not in love, if that's what you're asking, but maybe I will be in the future. It wouldn't be difficult; she has a kind heart, just like yours," he said as he tapped her nose with the tip of his index finger. "Besides, she's a better option than Cersei."

A shiver ran down Daenerys' spine. She knew the Lannister twins; Jaime was kind, but Cersei gave him fake smiles and was rude to the servants. She wouldn't be a good sister, she thought. She was cruel to Tyrion, and he was barely a baby when she met him.

"I will marry Elia Martell. I will go to Dorne to propose marriage officially, and I want you to accompany me. I promise you can explore Dorne to your heart's content, without guards or bodyguards, just you. When my engagement is complete, father will have more eyes on me than on you, and I even plan to make changes in King's Landing. Considering you have close relationships with our people, I'd like to know your opinion."

Farther North:

"My lord! My lord? The Ironborn, they've been spotted near the bay."

"Prepare the men and women, secure the food storages, organize as we've practiced, I don't want casualties. Mance." Jorah gave the order as he adjusted his armor and went for his horse; this time, it will be different, he thought.

"My lord," his soldier responded as he left the fortress.

279 AD, In Dorne:

Dorne was nothing like King's Landing; the heat here was unbearable, or so her brother said, as she didn't feel it. The people were friendly, the streets smelled of pure essences, and they were full of markets with exotic fruits. The towers of Sunspear, bathed in the light of the sunset, offered a dreamy landscape. But what she liked most about Dorne was the freedom that permeated there. Women were seen as equals, bastards were acknowledged and treated with dignity, there were no prejudices.

During her stay, Dany met Ellia and Oberyn, and her brother was right; Ellia was kind and benevolent. Her brother kept his promise to allow her to explore freely, and Daenerys immersed herself in the daily life of the towers, learning from the servants and Dornish customs. One day, while strolling through the towers, she saw a young female rider. She had always wished to learn to ride a horse, but her father didn't allow it. He warned her that they were dangerous beasts and couldn't be controlled. But now things were different; they were no longer in King's Landing. She approached the rider slowly not to startle her. Despite being younger than her, the girl showed great skill. It was evident she had practice. There came a point where she lost interest in talking to the rider and simply watched her training. She was so focused that she didn't realize the rider had already noticed her presence and was approaching her.

"Do you like horses, princess?" the rider asked.

"I didn't mean to bother you. I didn't know so many things could be done with them. In King's Landing, I only saw them in jousts or pulling carts. I had never seen someone fight with lance and whip from their back. You're very skilled," the young girl replied.

"Thank you. Someday, I'll be the best warrior in Dorne, and my father will be proud of me," the rider said with determination.

"Your father...?"

"I haven't introduced myself; my name is Obara Sand, and my father is Oberyn Martell," Obara said proudly.

"You're very fortunate that your father lets you do whatever you want," the young girl said admiringly.

"I am, but at the same time, he expects us to be the best," Obara replied with a smile. "Would you like to train with me, princess? My sister spends more time in the water gardens playing with Tyene than training with me. It would be good to have some company."

"Only if you call me Daenerys, but I must admit I've never ridden a horse, I don't even know how to approach one," the young girl replied shyly.

"It's easy; just let him take the first step. You have to earn his trust, not the other way around. Come, approach and extend your hand, let him smell you," Obara explained, inviting her to approach the horse...

"So, she explained everything to me from scratch. She taught me how to saddle him, how to brush him and feed him. I have to perform small acts of trust before riding him. She said that a horse isn't just an animal; it's your companion, and you must establish a relationship with him. If everything goes well, in a few days, I'll be able to go on my first ride with him. Oberyn offered me one of his gentlest specimens to train, and he said that when I'm ready, I could tell the master-at-arms to train me alongside Obara." Rhaegar listened attentively, nodding approvingly. "It's a great honor, Dany. I'm sure you'll be an exceptional rider," he said with an encouraging smile. "And the idea of training with Obara sounds promising. I've heard she's one of the best spear wielders of her generation."

Daenerys nodded excitedly. "Yes, Obara is amazing at what she does. I hope to learn a lot from her," she said eagerly. Rhaegar smiled, pleased to see his younger sister's determination. "I'm sure you'll learn quickly. And who knows, maybe soon we'll be competing together in tournaments," he joked.

"After that, we went to refresh ourselves in the water gardens. They're incredible; you should see them. There are nobles and servants, and both share, play, and even learn together. Why don't we have something like this in King's Landing? The children of Flea Bottom are despised, and many don't even have anything to play with. They should have the right to an education, just like I did, don't you think, brother?"

Rhaegar reflected on his younger sister's words. "You're right. Equal opportunities should be a fundamental principle in all realms. Perhaps we should do something about it when we return to King's Landing," he suggested seriously. "We'll set sail in five days. I must return to organize the wedding within a year and help father in court," Rhaegar continued, thoughtfully. "I know you're excited about your stay here in Dorne, so I propose the following: I'll let you stay until if you promise me that Ellia and her family will travel to King's Landing for the wedding day." "Thank you, brother! You're the best!" Dany squealed as she hugged him. "Wait, little sister, I'm not finished yet," said Rhaegar with a smile. "I'll let you stay in Dorne on the condition that, upon returning, you make an effort to stay out of trouble with father."

Farther North:

 "Are you alright?" Jayne asked as she approached her husband.

"Just bruises, nothing to worry about," Jorah replied as he washed his face.

"We can ask for help from my father and even from Lord Stark. It won't be the last time we're attacked," Jayne retorted.

"My lady is smart, at least one of us must be," Jorah smiled softly as he kissed her hand. "How is the baby?" he inquired.

"He's healthy. He kicked my belly as soon as he heard your voice when you arrived. He must have been distressed, thinking he wouldn't see his father," Jayne said.

"So, it's going to be a boy," Jorah remarked, raising an eyebrow.

"You'll have an heir, Jorah, I promise. I won't fail you like the first time," Jayne said as she squeezed his hand and kissed his cheek. "And I would like him to grow up with his father, not just with parts of him."

Jorah nodded with sorrow, feeling the weight of responsibilities on his shoulders. "The Ironborn won't stop raiding the island, especially after learning that we had a good harvest this season. We're easy targets, my lady. It's not just the Ironborn; there are also poachers lurking around the islands. This is the second one we've found this month. Lord Stark would send men to Bear Island, but the raids would cease only until they withdraw, then they'll return," he responded bitterly. Then, he looked into her eyes with regret on his face. "Besides, you know it wasn't your fault. I should have been there when you were in labor; I should have supported you. If only I had arrived in time."

Jayne placed a hand on Jorah's arm, seeking to calm his unrest. "My lord, it wasn't your fault that you have to help your people. They are as important as I am. You've done a good job with them. You've trained men and women alike, you've organized the lands for a better harvest, you've properly rationed hunting game, and the fishing was a success with your new net. You have duties as a Lord, and I also have the duty to give you your heir. You've fulfilled yours, and I'll fulfill mine," she said with conviction. They stared at each other, lost in their own thoughts. After a while, Jayne broke the silence with a resigned sigh. "I'll leave you, my lord, so you can tidy up. With your permission."

Jorah watched her as she walked away, reflecting on her words. It was true; his men and women had been prepared at the time of the assault. Eight men and three women dead versus twenty Ironborn dead, one ship destroyed, and a new ship for Bear Island. However, it wasn't enough. Every man who died was one less fisherman, every woman who died was one less warrior. Bear Island was resilient, yes, but its warriors were not immortal, and any loss, no matter how small, meant a great loss, and the Ironborn wouldn't stop. But it was also true that this time the Ironborn assault had failed, and their losses were diminished. "Thank you, Jayne," he thought silently as he watched the door through which his wife had passed. "You are my strength, and I promise to protect our people and our family with all my might." Maybe Lord Glover and Lord Stark weren't enough support. After all, a wolf can't hunt a squid, but a dragon can. He would have to write a letter.

King's Landing

Tywin frowned, his expression revealing his disdain for matters concerning the peripheral regions. "Bear Island is a remote place of little strategic importance. We cannot waste resources on protecting it. If that were the case, Lord Stark would be the most suitable to concern himself with its needs," he argued.

"I am aware that Bear Island may seem insignificant on the map of the North, but its importance goes far beyond its geographical location," Rhaegar continued. "Since the Age of Heroes, the Iron Islands have lived by their own law, causing suffering throughout the realm. They take women as slaves, children as miners, and murder men. They plunder and burn, turning their raids into nightmares for the entire North. Although the rest of Westeros has abolished slavery, the Greyjoys continue to practice these abominable customs," he quoted Lord Mormont's letter. "Slavery, plunder, rape, and murder are not sufficient arguments to 'waste resources,' as you call it. I thought you would have more honor, my Lord," Rhaegar added, his piercing gaze reflecting his disapproval. "Bear Island may be insignificant to you, but it is part of our realm, just like the Iron Islands. As prince of the Seven Kingdoms, I cannot allow there to be discord between two of them."

"If that is the case, my prince, I will speak with the king," Tywin responded.

"I know as the Hand of the King, you must have more important matters to attend to. Do not worry, Lord Tywin. I will personally take care of this matter," he declared with determination before setting off to find his father.

Rhaegar watched with growing concern the signs of madness afflicting his father, Aerys II Targaryen. He was not deaf to the rumors circulating about the curse that seemed to haunt House Targaryen, and the fears that his destiny was marked by the same madness that had consumed some of his ancestors deeply troubled him.

For years, Lord Tywin Lannister had exercised firm and effective rule on behalf of the king, and although Rhaegar recognized his ability to govern, he couldn't help but feel some distrust towards him. Tensions between them heightened when Rhaegar announced his betrothal to Elia Martell, rejecting Cersei Lannister and unleashing Lord Tywin's resentment.

The birth of his sister Daenerys seemed to bring a brief respite to the disturbing situation. However, the calm was short-lived, and madness once again took hold of Aerys. Rhaegar witnessed with horror how his father descended into cruelty and paranoia, torturing innocents under unfounded accusations. In a fit of madness, his father accused his lover of murdering his brother Jaehaerys, he torturing and killing her along with her entire family.

As repentance for his actions, Aerys fasted for two weeks and embarked on a penitential journey through the city to the Great Sept, where he prayed with the High Septon. Upon his return, he announced that henceforth he would only sleep with his lawful wife, Queen Rhaella, and from that day in 275 AC, he lost all interest in female charms.

Could this be the moment when his father found redemption? However, his hopes faded when the birth of his brother Viserys was announced. Although the newborn prince appeared to be in magnificent health, the king harbored a deep fear that he would suffer the same fate as his brothers, and so the knights of the Kingsguard were ordered to keep him under constant watch, ensuring that no one touched him without the monarch's permission. Even the queen was forbidden from being alone with the child.

The situation with his father had affected the entire family. Rhaegar was forbidden to take Daenerys through the Red Keep without a guard, and his sister was restricted to the company of courtiers' daughters, some of whom were not of good influence like Cersei.

Aerys became enraged with Rhaegar upon learning that he had left Daenerys behind in Dorne, and he swore that if it weren't for him being his heir to the throne, he would exile him for such a slip-up.

Rhaegar found himself in a difficult situation with his father. Each episode of Aerys's madness was a distressing reminder of the realm's fragility and his own position as heir. He wondered what future awaited the kingdom if he inherited the throne from a king steeped in madness. These were the questions that haunted him at night. He hoped that after his wedding, with Martell's support to House Targaryen, and his brother's healthy growth, his father would leave behind his paranoid delusions. He just had to be patient; soon his father would let him rule, and he would be free from being under his madness.

In the North...

...Along with this missive, you will find a chest containing 573 golden dragons for the necessary repairs of the damages caused. You will also have 87 soldiers who will assist you with the various activities that need to be carried out on the island, including patrol and security. I am pleased to inform you that the decision was made to grant Bear Island a tax exemption until the situation improves, allowing resources to be allocated to the island's improvement and fortification, as a form of forgiveness from our kingdom.

I acknowledge that these measures may only represent partial relief, but I want to assure you that everything possible will be done to ensure that Bear Island is not forgotten. I cordially invite you to my wedding, where we can personally discuss the measures to be taken and discuss how we can continue to support Bear Island in the future.

Rhaegar Targaryen

Prince of the Seven Kingdoms

As Jorah slid his fingers over the parchment, a mixture of disbelief and excitement overcame him. He couldn't believe what his eyes were reading. He had sent that letter months ago, in a moment of desperation, but had lost all hope of receiving any response. He never imagined that his request had not only been read but also attended to with such generosity and promptness. This news was a ray of light in the darkness that had enveloped Bear Island since the loss of his second son. It was as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, at least for a moment, and a slight feeling of happiness began to bloom in his heart. He had to talk to Maege.

"Isn't it too early for her to wield a weapon, aunt?" Jorah asked as he entered the armory where Maege was showing different weapons to Alysane.

"It's too late for you to give me sermons, nephew," Maege replied.

"I need to show you something," Jorah said cautiously, extending the letter to her.

Maege looked up with a questioning expression, her gray eyes fixed on the letter her nephew was offering. She took the parchment with suspicion, as if fearing it might be some trick or deceit from the southern men.

"What is this, Jorah?" she asked firmly, but with a hint of anxiety.

"It's a response from Prince Rhaegar Targaryen," Jorah explained, trying to convey confidence in his words. "Bear Island will receive help, aunt. The Prince offers five hundred seventy-three golden dragons, soldiers for our security, and... a tax exemption."

Maege frowned. "And what does he want in return?" she inquired rigidly, as if prepared to reject any deal that might compromise Bear Island's independence. Jorah swallowed, understanding his aunt's concerns.

"There is no hidden deal, aunt. It seems to be a genuine show of help from the Prince to us."

"Southern men do not make offers without a benefit, especially coming from King's Landing," Maege commented firmly, her words resonating with skepticism and caution. After a few moments of tense silence, her expression softened slightly. "However, if it comes directly from the prince, it is not something we can ignore."

Jorah nodded, feeling a momentary relief at seeing his aunt considering the offer seriously.

Maege nodded slowly, still evaluating the situation in her mind. "Will you attend the wedding?" she suddenly asked, changing the subject.

Jorah took a moment to consider the question. "Yes, I think I should go. If the prince wants something in return, he will let me know, whether in person or by letter. I prefer to see him face to face in that case. And if what he offers is genuine kindness, it's an opportunity that cannot be missed."

Noticing his aunt's inquiring gaze, Jorah continued with a heavy sigh. "Besides, I think Jayne would benefit from a change of scenery. She hasn't been in good spirits since... Well, you know. She keeps blaming herself, but I only know that it's not her fault. Perhaps the Gods have something different in store for us, it seems."

Maege nodded with understanding, her own thoughts reflecting concern for her nephew. "I understand your reasons, Jorah. And if Prince Rhaegar is as honorable as they say, then I hope this is an opportunity for a fresh start for us and for Jayne." She paused for a moment before continuing with a slight smile. "So go, and make sure to represent our house with honor and wisdom. And shave, Jorah. It's fine that our emblem is a bear, but you shouldn't look like one," she joked.

With a nod of his head, Jorah bid farewell to his aunt. "Perhaps the Gods have something different in store for us," he murmured, more to himself.

Chapter 2Chapter Text

280 AC in King's Landing

"So you learned to fight with a spear and to create poisons," Rhaegar asked after hearing his sister's adventures in Dorne.

"At first, I struggled to wield the spear. I spent weeks just training so that my arms could lift it without any problem, but once my body got used to it, the real training began," she replied with a smile on her lips. "And I didn't create poisons, I learned to recognize some and to know their antidote. It's easy to remember when you know your life may be in danger."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it after all; a dragon must fly freely, little sister. Father has been in a bad mood since you left; sometimes it's unbearable to talk to him. Try not to contradict him. I hope his mood improves after the wedding."

"I promise to behave as best as I can with father, but I don't promise not to fly freely," she replied as someone knocked on the door.

"Your Highness, Princess Martell wishes to speak with you," a guard announced.

Rhaegar nodded. "Tell her I will be with her in a moment, please," he replied as he dismissed the guard.

"Well, I'll leave you to talk to your betrothed," Daenerys winked as she left. "By the way, Elia confessed to me that she missed seeing you and that you have a beautiful voice," she shouted before leaving.

He felt warmth in his cheeks as he lowered his head. Ellie was beautiful and intelligent. Despite their marriage being arranged, Rhaegar understood that didn't mean it would be bad. During his stay in Dorne, he had discovered they shared things in common, like a taste for music and literature. The fact that she had no problem accompanying him to play the harp in the streets and even helped him compose some sonnets showed her kindness and compatibility. Rhaegar reflected on this as he headed to meet Elia, hoping to find in her the happiness his melancholic heart longed for.

Two days before the Wedding 280 AC

"I have been waiting for this moment to speak with you, Lord Mormont," began Rhaegar solemnly. "Bear Island, much like the North, is considered of lesser importance to the court. Even my father showed momentary interest in the North after Lord Rickard Stark's visit, only to lose it quickly. He promised a new Wall with new lands to govern, but I am not my father, Lord Mormont. I will not make empty promises."

"I am aware that the North may seem wild enough for any lord from the south to concern themselves with their own affairs; I wouldn't be the first king to ignore it, Your Highness," Jorah respectfully defended his position.

Rhaegar nodded. "Lord Greyjoy has not committed any action against the crown or the realm that justifies the unjust seizure of their lands or punishment without prior warning. My honor forbids such actions. That day I sent two letters: one to House Mormont and another to Lord Greyjoy, warning them of their actions. I received a response; they promise to cease raiding Bear Island and Northern lands, but that is their only justified stance. So, I offered them the use of their ships for trade rather than raiding, without the cost of trade tariffs and taxes. As for the Iron Islands, their people should rest easy, but this will not be forever; a habit is hard to eradicate after all. That is why I have a different proposal for you and Bear Island."

Jorah nodded his head, grateful for the prince's attention to the concerns of his homeland.

"Since I received your letter, I realized how much we don't know about our own lands. I started to investigate further. Tell me, what do you know of Sea Dragon Point and the Stony Shore? Is it true that their lands are uninhabitable?"

"It is true, Your Highness," began Jorah, choosing his words carefully. "Sea Dragon Point and the Stony Shore are, without a doubt, difficult lands to inhabit. Ironborn raids are a constant threat to the few settlements remaining in those areas. The raids and attacks have left people fearful and distrustful, and many have chosen to abandon their homes in search of safer places. However, their lands are rich; they possess abundant otters in the lakes, salmon in the rivers, clams along the coast, seal colonies at sea, tall pines for shipbuilding."

Rhaegar reflected on Jorah's words. "My sister returned from Dorne with new ideas for King's Landing, among which we include hosting the children of Flea Bottom and providing them with education and training; a new opportunity for them. Most are now part of our ranks as soldiers, scribes, or teachers, but there is still a percentage unaccounted for. Your men respect you, you are fair with them, and you care for your people."

"That is why I want to offer you the administration of Sea Dragon Point and the Stony Shore as a settlement point for them. I will entrust you with these lands for management; this will provide you with new lands to sustain not only those children but also your people. I know how difficult winters can be, especially on Bear Island. You will have new men and women to protect these lands and new sources of livelihood for your people," concluded Rhaegar.

Jorah was momentarily speechless, taking in the magnitude of the prince's offer. He had not expected this proposal. He didn't know if he could organize and manage other lands. Bear Island had progressed since his father joined the Night's Watch and handed over the responsibility of his house when he was barely sixteen years old, but managing two more lands was something Jorah had never imagined. He had doubts and concerns, but he could not deny the great benefits it brought. Sea Dragon Point would be a place rich in fish and seafood; his men would cry with joy at having something more than fish to catch. And The Stony Shore brought new lands for agriculture and enough wood to build ships, mills, and houses for Bear Island.

Seeing that Lord Mormont remained in prolonged silence, Rhaegar added:

"You will have my support in any situation that arises, both monetary and logistical. You will not be alone. I will ensure that the best workers and farmers are sent to instruct you; furthermore, I will provide Bear Island's library with the most advanced books on agriculture and construction, and if you see that it is not enough, do not hesitate to ask for whatever is necessary."

Jorah finally found his voice, although still with a slight disbelief in it. "Your Highness, I do not know how to thank you for this offer. It is an honor for me and my house to be considered for such responsibility. I will do my best to not disappoint you," he expressed sincerely, trying to hide his doubts.

"I know you will do well, Lord Mormont, for it is said that a warrior from Bear Island equals ten men on the battlefield, and I know it does not only refer to war," Jorah gave a shy smile.

"There is something else. I understand that your father, Jeor Mormont, is now Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. Is this true?" Rhaegar asked.

"Yes, Your Highness. My father joined the Night's Watch on my sixteenth nameday and has been a member for nine years. For the last three years, he was chosen as Lord Commander," confirmed Jorah with pride.

Rhaegar nodded with respect. "It must be an honor for your house to have such a distinguished member in the Night's Watch. The Mormonts are known for their bravery and loyalty, and your father is no exception," praised the prince. "That is why I want you to communicate with him. I want you to ask him what needs there are at the Wall, if they have enough food, men, and garrisons. I want to be informed; I do not promise a new Wall as my father did. I want to maintain and improve the one we already have, and for that, I need that information."

"I understand, Your Highness. I will make sure to send a message to the Wall immediately and bring you the information you need." After a brief moment of reflection, Jorah raised his gaze to the prince with a glint of curiosity in his eyes. "Forgive my boldness, Your Highness," he began with deference, "but I wonder, what makes me worthy of this task? Why do you trust me to manage these new lands and establish communication with the Lord Commander? Why me? Why not Lord Stark?"

Rhaegar smiled, acknowledging the weight of the situation. "Because it was you who asked for the kingdom's help, not Lord Stark. We have neglected our lands, and as heir to the throne, I cannot ignore the needs of our domains. While Lord Greyjoy must be punished for the harm he has caused, I cannot act without giving him prior warning. As I mentioned earlier, my honor would not allow otherwise. Although the Iron Islands have been warned, they will likely return to their old ways over time. That is where the importance of the task I entrust you with lies. The men who will be sent to Sea Dragon Point and The Stony Shore are from King's Landing, but they will be settled in other lands. Any attack against them will be considered a direct attack on the crown. In addition to offering you new men and lands to cultivate, I also provide you with the protection of the crown. Regarding the Lord Commander, I believe that due to his familiarity with you, there will be greater trust between you to communicate the real needs of the Wall, without hiding any detail. I fully trust that you will be honest in your reports and will not downplay any need, however small it may seem. The men of the Watch have served the kingdom for decades without receiving the recognition they deserve. It is my duty to acknowledge their sacrifice. Do you have any other questions, my Lord?"

In the streets of King's Landing

As Daenerys walked through the bustling streets of King's Landing, she couldn't help but notice the excitement and anticipation in the air, particularly with her brother's wedding approaching. The city was abuzz with activity as people prepared for the grand ceremony. Lords and ladies from all regions flocked to the market, eager to partake in the festivities. It was nearly impossible to navigate through the crowds without bumping into someone. Frustrated by the throngs of people, Daenerys decided to seek refuge on a rooftop to observe from above. She had never seen her people so joyful since she and her brother announced the arrangements for Flea Bottom and the opening of the public school for the children there.

As she gazed down, she saw people singing and dancing in the streets, their conversations filled with gossip about the upcoming wedding. Women discussed which dresses the princes would wear, what food would be served, and how beautiful their children would be. Men, excitedly, talked about the banquets, the exquisite wines and drinks that would be served, and the benefits the Martells would bring to King's Landing.

Daenerys found herself entertained by these rumors and recognized that she had been away for too long—it was time to return.

"I've never seen you before, you're new here, aren't you?"

"Is it that obvious? My husband's in a meeting, and while waiting for him, I decided to take a stroll. I'm afraid to admit that I wandered through so many hallways trying to find my way back that I got lost at some point, and now I don't know where to go," she replied timidly.

"Don't worry. The first time I managed to sneak out of my room, the same thing happened to me. And now I can navigate these corridors even with my eyes closed," he replied kindly. "Tell me, which room were you in? I could take you there."

"Well, it was a long hallway. There were suits of armor in the corners and a dragon skull in the middle."

"Sounds like the library. You're quite far from there, you know," he joked. "Well, it'll be a long walk. And I'm curious, who is your husband? It must be someone important. My brother rarely meets with anyone. He usually handles his affairs through letters," he thought.

"Oh, he's a lord from the North, my lady. We were invited to the wedding, and Prince Rhaegar wanted to speak with him to see the current situation in the North. My husband is lord of an island to the north. The climates can be harsh on our people, food can be scarce, and resources limited. He's a good manager and a very intelligent man. The last harvests were successful, and in fishing, we obtained twice as much as in previous seasons. This attracted unwanted attention, and since then, we have suffered attacks and raids, mostly unsuccessful, but that means many losses for our men."

"I'm sorry to hear that, I assure you the prince will do what is in his power to solve it."

"Thank you, my lady, it is good to hear that. My husband, he cares for his people more than any lord would. They are not just men, they are part of his family. As I mentioned, our resources are limited, and any help on our island is not only beneficial for our people but also for us. Without them, our house would not survive the long winters, we need each other."

"I've never been to the North; I must admit I don't even know snow. Could you tell me more, please, if you don't mind?"

"Not at all. Mormont Keep is nice; it's a fortress built with pines and oaks. Next to it, there's a beautiful waterfall; in winter, it freezes, and if the ice is thick enough, you can even skate on it. My husband taught me how to skate, although I must admit it's not my forte. I've lost count of how many times I've fallen. The variety of food is scarce; usually, it's fish, deer, or bear if the season allows it. But our cook Dyne has great skill in creating different recipes with the same ingredients. Sometimes you don't even notice when we've been repeating deer for several days," she joked. "My husband, he's a great man. My first pregnancy was during the fishing season; I can't explain the nausea I felt just by smelling the fish. Seeing my condition, he went hunting for a week until he found a deer. I had been eating little those days, and when I tasted that deer, I swore it was the richest thing I had ever tasted. I ate so much deer that I ended up dizzy. If you had seen his poor face when he saw that it was not just the fish anymore, but also the deer," she recalled with a soft smile.

"He sounds like a charming man. He must love you very much."

"He is a wonderful husband; he has supported me in everything, even in the smallest things. Maybe our home is not rich, my lady, but love will never be lacking...," she said in a sob.

"Are you all right?"

"I am, it's just that... I'm sorry, I shouldn't be boring you with this."

"I'm not going anywhere," said Dany. "Please."

"Our marriage... Well, it's a somewhat long story. My father, Lord Glover, betrothed me as a child to the son of his best friend, Jorah Mormont. I had seen Jorah before we got married; he was always kind to me. When we were children, we played together, and he told me about his adventures on Bear Island. Over time, I fell in love with him, but he... He sees me as his childhood friend, he loves me, yes, but it's the love he has for a friend, not a wife. Don't get me wrong, my lady, he's an exemplary husband, it's just painful to know that he won't love me as much as I love him, and that's okay, over time I've gotten used to the idea. He has never failed me as a husband, but I have failed him as a wife..."

"I don't understand what you mean... he, he..."

"Oh no, my lady, never. He would never do that. You see, we've been married for 7 years, and... and... I haven't been able to give him an heir," she began to sob. "He is the best man I have ever known, a warrior, and an exceptional husband. I just want him to be happy, and if you had seen him when I told him I was pregnant, I had never seen him smile so much in his life, but, as his smile was, so was his sadness when the child died... It's our second attempt, I haven't been able to, my lady. I've tried everything, but something's wrong with me...," she began to cry.

"Don't worry. Life sometimes puts us through difficult trials to overcome. You see, my mother went through the same thing after her second miscarriage, she finally gave birth to a healthy boy, it's just a matter of time, things can change, my lady. But you are not alone. Your husband, Jorah, seems to be a man of great heart. I'm sure you'll find a way to overcome this together."

Jayne wiped her tears with her sleeve, grateful for Daenerys's comforting words.

"Thank you, my lady..."

"Princess, your father needs you," interrupted Ser Arthur.

"I'll be right there. I'm sorry our conversation had to end. Anything you need, don't hesitate to ask me. Keep going down this path, and you'll find the library," said Daenerys as she walked away with Ser Arthur.

"Thank you... princess," murmured Jayne in disbelief as she realized she had been talking to Princess Targaryen all this time and hadn't recognized her. It seems that not only my husband has had an important meeting. She smiled.

"Ser Arthur, have you ever been in love?" asked Daenerys.

"You know my vows, my lady, I am not allowed..."

"Yes, I know, taking a wife and leaving lands and titles. Absurd things, if you ask me. But come on, I'm not going to punish you if you answer my question. You're my brother's best friend, therefore, my friend, and among friends, there shouldn't be any secrets, right, Ser?"

"Of course not, Daenerys... I haven't denied that I've felt attraction for some lady, but never strong enough to fall in love," he replied thoughtfully.

"Can you promise me something, Ser?"

"Whatever is within my reach, my princess."

"Promise me that if you ever fall in love, you'll tell me."

"I don't know if I should..."

"You said 'whatever is within your reach,' didn't you? Well, confessing your feelings is something within your reach, Ser."

"As my princess orders. May I ask why you're interested in this?"

"Because I also promise you something: that if you ever fall in love, I will do my best to make you happy, Ser Arthur. You've dedicated your life to the Kingsguard, but that doesn't mean it should be your life. We can't live without love. If that were the case, we wouldn't be men, just simple animals," she replied.

NOTES:

Here's a bonus from this chapter:

Short video of Jorah hunting the deer for Jayne.

https://youtu.be/gJPUvTDv5ZI

Chapter 3Chapter Text

"Chambers of King Aerys II Targaryen

-I forbid you to attend the wedding.

-But father, it's my brother's. I've been helping him with the preparations. Why can't I accompany him and enjoy that day?

-It's dangerous. There will be lords from everywhere, deceivers, mercenaries. People who will want to harm you. You don't understand... Although I don't really know why I'm telling you this. It's an order-.

-But father, I... I'll let you stay in Dorne on the condition that, upon your return, you make an effort to stay out of trouble with father - Her brother's words echoed in her head - I... I wanted to know if at least you will attend, Rhaegar will be sad if no one from the family attends-.

-I won't fall for those traitors' tricks again. Neither you nor your brother nor I will go. If your mother wants to go, let her go, but you two won't.

"Alright," Dany replied, feeling uncertainty growing inside her. She didn't know how to convince her father; her brother, somehow, always found a way to reason with him. However, for her, the situation was more difficult. She was used to speaking her mind without being aware of the impact of her words, but talking to her father was complicated. Any word could wound his ego and make him behave erratically. At that moment, she realized that her father had not shaved for a long time and his nails looked like dragon claws. What tormented her father so much that he neglected himself like this?

-Do you want me to help you with your beard? You haven't shaved it for a long time.

-And put a blade on my face?

-Father, the people love you, not only you, but also Rhaegar. I know what happened in Darklyn's Vale. It made you distrustful, but Lord Darklyn is no longer there, nor is his family. Those in the realm are loyal to you...

-To me or to Tywin? They even dared to leave me at the mercy of those damned Darklyns to kill me. It was Ser Barristan who rescued me. Neither your brother nor Tywin. They wanted to leave me to die in that cell. Those sons of bitches tortured and beat me - He snorted in disgust - And what did your brother do about it? Tell me! TELL ME! - He shouted - Answer me!

-Father, he had no choice. They were waiting for them to surrender. They didn't want to let innocent people die, and Lord Darklyn wouldn't be stupid enough to kill you. My brother was very worried, and when he wanted to go alone to rescue you, it was Ser Barristan himself who stopped him. If my brother failed, not only you, but also Rhaegar would fall. Ser Barristan volunteered. After all, he felt he had failed to protect you and would give his life to rescue you. They had to hold Rhaegar between two men to regain consciousness and not go after Ser Barristan... I know I'm not aware of what you suffered, but I can assure you that the last thing Rhaegar wants is to hurt you. He loves you, as do I. Please, father, don't be so hard on him.

After a long silence where her father only stared at her, he replied - I'm sorry, daughter, you're right. I shouldn't have yelled at you. It's just that those damned gossips from the council lied to me. I'll punish them all, I'll burn them alive if necessary, for the slanders they dared to tell me...

-Father, people make mistakes. They weren't there, it could have been their impression of the situation. You were kidnapped, several made their ideas about it. They might have heard that from Rhaegar and Tywin from other people and just repeated it.

-What are you suggesting?

-That before being feared it's better to be respected and loved. If your council was swayed by rumors, it's something that can be forgiven. There are worse mistakes, father - Dany replied. The truth was that her council was full of scheming people hungry for power. Just to try to win her father's favor, they would invent that the sky is gray and try to convince him of it if they felt like it. But she didn't want to see anyone tortured or burned alive. After all, it was something that could be solved without using such violence. She thought

-He was angry because your brother left you in Dorne, but I see you've grown. After all, I think I owe him an apology - he said as he approached Daenerys. - I would like you to help me with my nails, leave the beard as it is. Please - he asked, offering her a smile. After all, his daughter was right. He couldn't let the rumors consume him, at least not those of the traitors in his court. He had to find a way to uncover the truth, someone with no connection or interest in the realm, someone who moved stealthily and had eyes everywhere like a spider, someone from abroad who collected those rumors for him. In the meantime, he would settle for his daughter's judgment; he could trust her... for now.

-Of course, father.

-And Daenerys...

-Yes, father.

-Likewise, you will not attend the wedding."

In a hallway of the Red Keep.

"Did you know that your father promised my mother to 'make the Dornish deserts bloom'?"

"My father has promised many things, and few have been fulfilled."

"My mother... she would have been happy to be here," she whispered sadly.

"I know she would have been proud of you. And fortunately for you, I am not my father. If he promised to make the deserts bloom, I promise you I will find a way to make it happen. There are ways, princess. I know we can search for underground water, then dig a well and eventually build an oasis. If you like the idea, the first oasis would be called Nymeros Oasis."

She smiled as she listened to the idea. Her mother would have loved to see her wedding. After all, it was even thought that she wouldn't live past her first year, but here she was, about to marry the Targaryen prince. She would have been happy, not only for the oasis offered by her betrothed, but also knowing that she had grown enough and healthy enough to be able to marry, and that her choice of son-in-law was not a failure. Rhaegar was everything any lady could desire.

"My prince, you shouldn't bother with that, it happened a long time ago and..."

"And if you mentioned it, it was because it was important, at least to you. You are my betrothed and within a day you will be my wife. And I want my wife to be happy. With all the wedding fuss, I forgot to get you a gift, and if my betrothed allows me, I would like it to be something that makes you happy."

"Of course, my prince," Elia replied with a warm smile. "I would love for you to give me a gift, but you don't need to worry too much. Just the fact of being here with you, about to marry you, is the best gift I could wish for."

Rhaegar looked at her tenderly and took her hand. "You are very kind, my dear Elia. But still, I want to do something special for you. What would you like more? Something you can carry with you always, or an experience you will remember forever?"

Elia reflected for a moment. "I think I would like something I can carry with me, something that will remind me of this very special moment every time I see it."

Rhaegar nodded with a smile. "Then, let me think of something appropriate. I'm sure I'll find something you'll love."

Elia felt a warm tingling in her stomach at the attention and affection of her betrothed.

Wedding day

Princess Elia and Prince Rhaegar were married in a lavish ceremony at the Great Sept of Baelor. King Aerys did not attend the wedding, stating that he did not feel safe leaving the Red Keep even with his Kingsguard. The king also did not allow Prince Viserys and his sister Princess Daenerys to attend their brother's wedding.

Daenerys walked through the gardens of the Red Keep. At this moment, she would be enjoying her brother's wedding, she thought of escaping but her father insisted that she not disobey his order. She didn't have one guard, but three watching her every move, this was frustrating. She looked up at the sky to clear her mind and it got worse, she saw two birds flying in the sky. If only she could have dragons, everything would be different, her dragon would be her protection, no one would dare to attack or attempt against her life and she could leave King's Landing, fly through all the kingdoms, explore, learn, and know. But I only need one dragon she murmured bitterly.

"Why do you need a dragon, daughter? What troubles you, dear?" asked Rhaella softly as they sat on a stone bench under the shade of a lush tree.

Daenerys sighed before answering. "Mother, sometimes I don't understand father's behaviors. His mood swings are so unpredictable... and often unjust." Rhaella nodded sadly as she listened to her daughter. "I find it hard to understand why he won't let me attend my brother's wedding. It's unfair for him to punish me like that, just because of his paranoia, mother I have spoken with several people in the fortress, flea botton, the ports and trades, they love Rhaegar and are satisfied with my father's reign, there are no enemies or assassins... I just want to understand."

Rhaella nodded understandingly. "There are actions we cannot understand. I understand your frustration, daughter. But sometimes, your father acts that way because he believes he is protecting us. Although I may not agree with his decisions, he always tries to do what he thinks is best for the realm and for our family."

Daenerys nodded, although she still felt conflicted. "I know, mother. But still, it hurts not to be able to be present at such an important moment for my brother."

Rhaella put a comforting hand on Daenerys' shoulder. "I understand, daughter. And I know Rhaegar understands it too. Although you may not be physically present, your support and love will always be with him. That's what really matters." Daenerys smiled weakly, grateful for her mother's comfort.

"I'm worried about how he treats Viserys," Dany confessed sadly. "He's a sensitive child, but he's often ignored or belittled by him." Daenerys took her mother's hand affectionately. "You're the strongest woman I know, mother. You've always been the refuge in the midst of storms. And although your love may not change father's attitude, I know it means the world to Viserys. I promise I will try to help you with father, and with my brother in whatever you need."

Rhaella smiled weakly. "Thank you, daughter. Your words mean a lot to me."

Daenerys nodded, remembering the times she had witnessed her father's outbursts of anger, especially towards her mother. She knew Viserys desperately craved his father's approval and love, and his constant rejection had left deep scars on his soul.

"Mother..." Daenerys murmured, struggling to hold back the tears threatening to overflow. "You are not alone in this struggle. Together, we will find the strength to protect Viserys."

The two women hugged in silence, sharing the love and connection that bound them. In that moment, Daenerys promised herself that she would do everything in her power to protect her family even if it meant through fire and blood.

Heading North 280 AC

With his gaze lost in the flames, Jorah reflected on his wife's words. Since the loss of their second child, he had come to accept the idea of not trying again, at least for the time being. They were young and could focus on other things. He had even fooled himself into saying that he didn't need an heir, but deep down he knew it was because the death of their son had deeply affected him.

The child did not live long enough to be named, but Jorah had come to love him in the brief time he was with them, and he didn't have the strength to revive the same emotions for a third time. Not yet.

"We've tried again and again," Jorah began wearily. "Every time we try, we end up with our hearts shattered. I don't know if I can bear it again."

Jayne looked at him sadly. "Jorah, I understand your pain, but we need an heir. It's my duty as your wife. How could we ensure the future of our house if we don't try once more?" Jorah sighed, coming to a stop in front of her.

"But what if it's not meant to be? What if our destiny doesn't include offspring?"

Jayne stood up, approaching him with an outstretched hand to take his. "But I also know that we must try. Perhaps this time will be different. Perhaps this time, fortune will be on our side."

Jorah looked into her eyes, seeing the determination and love in them. He sighed once more, resigned. "I can't bear to see you suffer like this, Jayne. Every failed attempt is a blow to the heart. And even though you try to hide it, I know you're more affected than you let on. Truly, I could live without children, if you decide to give up, I won't blame or reprimand you."

"As my husband, you have never failed in your duty, not once... but I, my duty is to support you, to be your strength, but also to give you an heir, and I am failing you. I don't want to keep failing you, I want to fulfill my duty. If not for you, let me try for myself, I don't want to live my days thinking that I didn't try hard enough, I couldn't bear to live with that burden."

Jorah stopped in front of Jayne, observing her with a mix of pain and admiration in his eyes. "You haven't failed me, I have never seen it that way. I know you want to do what's right, but don't do it because society tells you that a wife is just a womb. You've been my support since my father left me Bear Island, with your help and advice I have been able to move forward. With my aunt and her growing determination to have her own army, Bear Island will not be left without heirs. Our house is strong; Here we stand , after all, it's our motto" —he said, giving her a shy smile—. "Don't see this as an obligation, I wouldn't allow anyone to do something against their will, and that includes you."

"And what if I really want to do it?"

Jorah stared at her for a moment before finding his voice. "Are you sure? Because I could name one of my nieces. After all, Dacey, I know she's young, but she's shown skill in arms, and with good training, she would make an excellent heir," he said thoughtfully.

"Let me try, I've never asked you for anything, I haven't needed to. You've given me everything and more, but let me do it, let me try, please" - she begged

"You know I would do anything you ask me, but why? Why insist on this?"

"I want to make you happy. I... I love you."

His heart melted, try as he might to love her as she did him, he couldn't. He didn't find in her that unrestrained love, sometimes not even lust. For Jorah, the feeling he harbored towards her was rather a deep gratitude, for having found someone who believed in him, who accepted him as he was. Your actions will speak for you, your body will weaken but your memories will live with you, be faithful to them as they will accompany you forever He remembered his mother's words. He promised he would never hurt a woman, his promise was not only physical but also sentimental. Determined to fulfill his oath and encourage his wife's happiness, Jorah squeezed her hand and drew her to him, wrapping his hands around her face tenderly. "Then we'll try once more," he whispered, his gaze reflecting the desire to find happiness together.

"For us, for you, if that would make you happy"

Chapter 4Chapter Text

Three months after the wedding, 280 AC

While few doubted that Aerys II was no longer in his right mind, many still had strong reasons to oppose his removal from the Iron Throne. By the king's whim, certain courtiers and advisors had acquired great wealth and power, knowing that with Prince Rhaegar's ascension to the throne, they stood to lose everything. The Mad King could be wildly cruel, but he could also be enormously generous, bestowing honors, positions, and lands upon those who pleased him. The sycophants surrounding Aerys II had gained all they could and more thanks to the monarch's madness, and they did not miss any opportunity to speak ill of Prince Rhaegar and exacerbate the father's suspicions about his son.

"Are you sure of his words?"

"Yes, princess. It's said he has plans to depose his father and seize the Iron Throne; others, however, argue that it's King Aerys who plans to disinherit Rhaegar and name Viserys as his heir instead. It all started when Rhaegar and his wife decided not to reside in the Red Keep, but in Dragonstone," replied firmly.

"Thank you, Lord Connington. I appreciate your honesty," responded Daenerys, trying to hide her concern.

Daenerys knew she had to act cautiously. The court of King's Landing was a nest of vipers, and every word, every gesture, could have deadly consequences.

Dragonstone

"Something troubles you," said Elia, approaching him.

Rhaegar looked up, his violet eyes reflecting his unease. "I don't know how to do it. Since I was young, I was taught to be a son, a brother, a prince, but no one ever taught me to be a father. How to be a good father when I don't have the best example," he confessed, releasing a sigh.

Elia took his hand and squeezed it gently. "Rhaegar, you are a different man from your father. You have a noble heart and a sense of duty. Our children will see that in you."

Rhaegar smiled weakly. "Thank you, Elia. But it's not just that. Sometimes I fear that my father's shadow looms over us. That his madness and cruelty may affect us, even here, far from the Red Keep."

Elia looked at him with understanding. "Rhaegar, your father is his own man, and you are yours. You cannot let his failures define who you are or who you will be as a father."

Rhaegar nodded, trying to hold onto his wife's words.

Elia frowned, her eyes filled with worry. "Do you think Aerys could do something to endanger our family?"

Rhaegar sighed, his thoughts dark. "I don't know. His paranoia is increasing, and his decisions are becoming more erratic. We moved away from the Red Keep to protect ourselves, but also to be in a position where we can act if necessary. I don't want our children to grow up amidst madness and chaos."

Elia nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I know, but I also know that if anyone can handle this, it's you. You are the Prince of Dragonstone, and you have the support of many nobles who believe in you."

Rhaegar made a decision. "Running from my problems only brings me closer to them. I think we should return. Elia, I don't want to inconvenience you, but I won't be able to prevent any situation if I don't see the full picture. I'm sorry to put you in this. If you feel unwell, just say the word, and I'll leave it behind. Above all, you are my priority."

Elia looked at him, her face reflecting the mix of concern and determination she felt. "Rhaegar, I'm willing to do whatever is necessary for our family. If returning to King's Landing is what we need to do, then I'm with you. I'm pregnant, not sick; I can endure the journey if it means we can face this situation together."

Rhaegar felt a wave of relief and gratitude. "Thank you. We'll prepare to leave as soon as possible," he said as he gave her a tender kiss on the lips.

Kings Landing

"Rhaegar," said Daenerys, embracing him tightly. "I'm so glad to see you. Things here have been... complicated."

"I know, Dany," Rhaegar replied, returning the embrace. "We're here to face it together.

"What do you plan to do?" asked Daenerys, a hint of fear in her voice.

"I need to talk to our father and understand exactly what's happening."

Daenerys nodded, "Be careful, brother. Father is not the same man he used to be. His paranoia and fears are consuming him." - her voice reflected the concern she felt.

Rhaegar took Daenerys's hand and squeezed it gently. "I know. But we must try to reason with him. I'll try to make him see that we need a change. If that doesn't work, we must be prepared for the worst. But, Dany, you must know that whatever I do, it will be for the good of our family and the Seven Kingdoms."

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Rhaegar took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "Father, I beg you. Let me help you. Together we can restore peace and stability to the Seven Kingdoms."

Aerys looked at him with a mixture of distrust and vulnerability. For a moment, he seemed to hesitate. But the madness consuming his mind quickly took control again.

"Lies! They're all lies!" Aerys shouted, rising from his throne. "I don't trust you, Rhaegar! I don't trust anyone!"

He had to find a way to find an outlet, new alliances. One wrong step and he would unleash his father's fury. He would have to be silent, his actions hiding his thoughts. It would be complicated, but he had no other choice. After all, small rocks form a path. Rhaegar stepped back, watching carefully the deranged expression on his father's face. He knew this conversation would be difficult, but he hadn't expected such a violent reaction.

"Father, please, listen to me," Rhaegar insisted, keeping calm despite the growing tumult in the throne room.

But Aerys was beside himself, his eyes shining with a feverish intensity as his mind tangled in his own conspiracies and fears.

"Out! All of you out of my sight!" Aerys shouted, pointing to the door with a trembling hand.

Rhaegar exchanged a quick look with Daenerys, who nodded slightly, indicating it would be best to obey for the moment.

"Let's return to our chambers," whispered Rhaegar to Daenerys as they withdrew from the throne room.

Once outside, Rhaegar stopped for a moment to catch his breath. The situation was becoming more dangerous with each passing day, and he knew he had to act cautiously if he wanted to protect his family.

"We must speak with the loyalists," said Rhaegar, looking at Daenerys. "We need to form a strong alliance if we want to

 confront our father's madness."

Daenerys nodded, her gaze reflecting her confidence in her brother. "I'm with you, Rhaegar. We will find a solution to this."

2 weeks before the Tournament of Harrenhal 281 AC

"Prince Rhaegar was supported by the younger members of the court, like Lord Jon Connington, Ser Myles Mooton of Maidenpool, and Ser Richard Lonmouth. The Dornishmen who had come to court with Princess Elia also enjoyed the prince's confidence, especially Prince Lewyn Martell, Elia's uncle and sworn brother of the Kingsguard, but among Rhaegar's friends and allies in King's Landing, none were as formidable, surely, as Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning…".

Rhaegar looked at the map spread out on the table, mentally tracing the lines connecting the loyal houses. The political situation was becoming increasingly delicate, and the need for allies was becoming more urgent.

"In the Stormlands, House Lonmouth has been loyal to the crown for generations," Rhaegar began, pointing to the territory on the map. "We can count on their support if we promise them protection and adequate rewards."

"In the Reach, Houses Tyrell and Hightower are our mainstays, but we must ensure that their loyalty remains steadfast," he added, sliding his finger southward. "House Redwyne is also a valuable ally with its powerful fleet."

Daenerys nodded.

"In Dorne, House Martell is a solid ally," Rhaegar continued, his gaze fixed on the southern area of the map.

"In the Riverlands, we have the support of Houses Mooton, Goodbrook, Darry, and Ryger," he added, pointing out the different locations on the map. "However, we need to strengthen these alliances and ensure they remain loyal."

"And in the North, our situation is more delicate," Rhaegar sighed, his brow furrowed in concern. "We only have House Mormont, and the Night's Watch, and while Lord Mormont is a valuable ally, the Night's Watch cannot participate in political actions. We need more support in that region."

"So, what is our next step, brother?"

Rhaegar took a deep breath, his mind already working on the next strategy. "We must wait for the tournament. The most important houses from the North will attend, and Lord Stark has been grateful for our help on the Wall. By moving the right pieces, we might gain his support."

1 week before the Tournament of Harrenhal 281 AC

Lyanna stood in a corner of the great hall, silently watching as her betrothed flirted shamelessly with another woman. His displays of affection, though fleeting and superficial, unleashed a knot of bitterness in her stomach. She wanted to distract her thoughts with something else, but every time she closed her eyes, there it was again, the same image. He was kissing her. It wasn't a chaste kiss; it was one full of lust. She could have ignored it, but this was absurd. They hadn't even gotten married yet, but she expected, as his betrothed, that he would at least show some respect for their engagement. But there he was again, kissing the first wench who crossed his path.

She couldn't bear it. Why him and why her? Robert did not love her; he loved her beauty and her body, but not her soul. She would not be a proper lady for him. Her life had been her horses, freedom, trees, and her sword. She had confided in her brother Eddard her opinion about Robert: "He's not a man who would take only one woman to bed," she had said. And her brother's response was only: "What Robert did before the engagement is insignificant and will change." Did he only say that because he's his best friend? Does their friendship worth more than their brotherhood? She couldn't see that Robert wouldn't change. There were even rumors that he already had a daughter, a bastard daughter. Please, her family didn't realize that an old dog hardly learns new tricks.

She didn't want to be just an adorned wife at banquets, a jewel in Robert's house. She wanted to be more than that. She wanted to be a free woman to follow her own dreams, to love and be loved by someone who valued her for who she was, not for her lineage or her beauty. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing deeply to calm the storm of emotions that invaded her. She knew that defying her family's and society's expectations would be difficult, but she also knew that she couldn't resign herself to a life of unhappiness and submission.

What was the point of being betrothed to a man who did not love or appreciate her? What future awaited them if he couldn't even be faithful in his heart before their formal union began? Her sadness was so great that she couldn't help but let tears escape from her...

"The stars also weep in secret when the night is darkest."

Lyanna lifted her head to see where that voice was coming from, but as she did, she found a handkerchief extended toward her. "May I?" the man in front of her asked. Lyanna, somewhat confused, only nodded. The man wiped her tears away as he offered her a shy smile. "Do stars weep?" Lyanna asked.

"Of course," replied the man. "When the world sleeps and souls feel loneliest, the stars shed tears of light to remind us that even in darkness, there is beauty and hope." Lyanna couldn't help but smile.

"And you? Do you weep in secret too?"

He leaned towards her. "Only when I see a lady as beautiful as you suffer," Lyanna blushed, no one had ever complimented her, at least not one that sounded so sincere. "But I'm afraid I cannot ignore the sadness in your eyes, my lady. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"You are very kind, but I fear it is something that has no remedy," replied Lyanna bitterly, with a trace of resignation in her voice.

The man looked at the sadness weighing on the lady with compassion and felt an irresistible urge to help her in some way.

"I understand it may seem that way, but sometimes solutions can be found where we least expect them," he said softly.

Lyanna looked up at him, surprised by his comforting words.

"What do you mean?" she asked, with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

Ser Arthur returned her gaze with understanding and thoughtfulness.

"It means that fate often surprises us with paths we hadn't considered before. Perhaps there's a solution you haven't explored yet."

Lyanna felt intrigued. What solution could there be for her engagement? Then, as if fate itself had conspired to reveal the truth, Lyanna couldn't help but ask:

"Have you ever been married?" Instead of a direct answer, she saw a sadness in the man's eyes.

"No, my lady, the closest thing I have to marriage are my vows as a knight, and my service as my home, I fear I have not introduced myself, Ser Arthur Dayne brother of the Kingsguard, my lady, at your service" - he bowed as he placed a chaste kiss on her hand. The action caused a warm blush to spread across her cheeks. Was it because of the gesture itself or because of the embarrassment of her question? She would leave that question for later. She felt a mixture of admiration and sorrow for the knight. Admiration for the man's dedication to his duty and sorrow for the loneliness he must feel. How many sacrifices had he made for his position and his honor? How many opportunities had he let pass in the name of his oath?

"And I fear I have not introduced myself either, Ser Arthur. I am Lyanna Stark."

"A pleasure to meet you, Lady Stark, although I regret it was under these circumstances," he responded courteously, his voice resonating with sincerity. "So, now knowing the name of this beautiful lady, may I know the name of your sorrow?"

Lyanna was intrigued by the question, a part of her surprised by Ser Arthur's willingness to listen to her most intimate concerns. However, another part of her longed for the opportunity to share her burdens with someone who seemed to understand her.

She didn't know why, but she began to tell him everything. From her childhood in Winterfell to her betrothal to Robert Baratheon, passing through her doubts and concerns. There was no feeling left unexpressed, and she felt ashamed for it. She had just met this man, but in a couple of minutes, he already knew her more deeply than she had expected.

But to her surprise, Ser Arthur didn't seem bored in the least. On the contrary, he listened attentively to every word that came out of her mouth, showing an understanding and empathy that moved her deeply.

"Ser Arthur, are all men the same?" Lyanna asked sadly.

"I believe we all have flaws; what sets us apart is the awareness we have of them," Ser Arthur replied calmly.

"I understand, but what about oaths? They say my brother is an honorable man, but he does not honor me by agreeing to marry a womanizer. Robert does not honor me by not being faithful to his engagement. My father does not honor me by not taking my thoughts into account. Everyone talks about honor, but after all, the crow calls the raven black."

Ser Arthur contemplated Lyanna's words seriously, reflecting on the complexity of the situation.

"Not everyone, my lady. I know honorable men..." his voice faded for a moment, as if he were remembering something important. Then he continued with determination: "... men who keep their oaths and act with integrity, even when facing difficulties and temptations. Sometimes, honor is not just a word, but a constant choice." Lyanna looked at the knight, seeking answers in his eyes. Could Ser Arthur be different? Could he be the man she needed in a world where promises were often broken?

"And you, Ser Arthur? Are you one of those honorable men?" she asked curiously.

Ser Arthur stared at her "I will do everything in my power to be one, Lady Lyanna. And if you ever need help or protection, count on me."

Daenerys watched closely, following each of Alysane's movements as if it were a ritual. With a spark from the flint and a skillful maneuver, Alysane managed to get the tinder to ignite.

"See?" Alysane explained as the fire began to grow. "Everything has its time. If you rush the process, the fire dies out."

Daenerys knelt beside the fire, fascinated. Something inside her was moved as she watched the glow of the flames. "I'd like to try," she said finally, determined.

Alysane nodded, smiling, and handed the tinder and flint to Daenerys. The princess tried several times, her hands trembling and her expression intensely focused, until a small spark finally caught. Seeing the little flame, Daenerys let out a triumphant laugh.

"I did it!" she exclaimed, her eyes lit with childlike joy.

Alysane nodded, proud of her new learning.

"You did it, Princess," she said with a sincere smile.

Alysane watched Daenerys as she continued to nurture the small flame with unexpected care. There was something fascinating about seeing her so captivated by such a simple act. Alysane felt a special warmth from having helped her. She liked the idea of teaching a princess something, as if, for a moment, they were just two people sharing something in common. Perhaps, in some corner of her youthful mind, she understood that, even though they were so different, they both sought the same thing: a place where they could truly be themselves.

The Next Day

The sun was just beginning to rise over the horizon, bathing Bear Island in a golden, cold light that made the landscape shimmer with silver hues. Daenerys stood by the window in her room, watching the sea roar against the rocks. The sound of waves crashing against the shore was a constant murmur, as if whispering to her, like an ancient poem from the earth itself. In that moment, she felt small, as if the island were a living being, and she was just one of its many breaths.

Bear Island, so different from everything she had known, seemed to have its own rhythm—unyielding and firm, like the wind that always blew, icy and pure. There was none of the opulence or spectacle of King's Landing, nor the throbbing seat of power that pulsed through the capital's intricate streets. Here, there were no palaces or castles adorned with unnecessary ornaments. The people of the island lived under the laws of nature and survival; politics and ambition, so present in the halls of King's Landing, were almost foreign concepts in this place. Here, honor was measured not by words or promises, but by everyday actions, loyalty, and the strength to protect one's own.

The sharp morning wind made Daenerys close her eyes for a moment, letting herself be enveloped by the island's sensation. In her heart, though there was undeniable peace, there was also a restlessness—a need to understand everything happening around her. The fresh air not only cleared her mind but somehow helped clarify her thoughts. There was something in Bear Island's landscape that connected her with a part of herself she hadn't recognized before. The nature of the island spoke to her in a language she was still learning to understand, and that sense of returning to basics, of being surrounded by people unaffected by court intrigues, felt almost like a refuge.

"Is that what I've been searching for?" Daenerys wondered, gazing at the gray-blue ocean, like a mirror of her mind, reflecting the doubts beginning to form within her. Despite her time in Dorne, despite everything she had experienced and learned, she had never felt she truly fit into that world of traps and power games.

Here, on Bear Island, the truth was clear: the island's survival depended on the strength of its people, their hard work, and their loyalty. "It's so different from everything I've known," she reflected. In King's Landing, she had been surrounded by lies and power struggles. "Here, everything is more… genuine."

Rhaegar needed people to support his cause, and the North was the answer. If her brother wanted to overthrow their father, he needed to break the wheel—not with lords and merchants mingling in the courts but with the people. "They are the ones with real power," she thought. "They are the ones who can build a prosperous kingdom."

But as she thought of the future, something held her back. Despite her determination, there was something within her that still hesitated. How was she going to connect with them, with these people, when everything she had done until now had been within the court? Her brother's words echoed in her mind: "You will be the princess they need." But would it be enough to simply be a princess for them? Would her vision be enough, or would she need something more?

As she left her room and began walking toward the main hall, she found Jorah training his niece. His figure, so firm and solid, so centered in what he was doing, contrasted with her own feeling of uncertainty. "He knows what it is to live for something greater than himself," Daenerys thought as she watched him.

Alysane was fighting with an ax, sweat slipping down her forehead, but she looked determined. Jorah was at her side, guiding her movements patiently, each instruction given with the calm and certainty of a man who had devoted his life to the art of war. "He's a man of principles," Daenerys reflected as she observed them, unnoticed by either. With each blow Jorah directed toward his niece, Daenerys saw not only the leader of Bear Island but also a man who had fought for his people, for his home, for years. "He doesn't fight for glory," she thought. "He fights for his people. How hard is that? How hard is it to be true to oneself, instead of to what others expect of you?" Daenerys watched a moment longer, lost in the sight of Jorah, until Alysane, noticing her presence, turned with a smile.

"Princess!" she exclaimed, as enthusiastic as always.

Jorah turned his head upon hearing her name, and the glance he shared with Daenerys was brief but meaningful. His expression was calm, as if nothing surprised him, but there was something more behind that calmness. "He notices it, he knows."

"Good morning, Princess," he said, in his usual tone.

"Good morning, Lord Mormont," she replied, her voice a bit softer than usual. She forced herself to focus on Alysane, though the image of Jorah with his niece lingered in her mind.

"Would you like to join the training? It's not that complicated, I promise," Alysane asked.

"Sure, I'd love to," Daenerys replied with a light smile, though a nervousness began to grow in her chest. She wasn't sure why she wanted to do it. Perhaps it was for the simple feeling of belonging to this world that seemed so far from hers, so raw yet so real. Daenerys swallowed and took a step forward, and as Jorah handed her a sword and began to give her some instructions, she felt her heart skip a beat. "Maybe what scares me the most isn't power," she thought as her sword clashed against Jorah's in a rhythmic metallic sound. "Maybe what scares me is what I feel every time I'm near him."

Jorah didn't see her as the king's daughter or as the princess who could be a pawn on the political chessboard. What she saw in him was something more authentic, an inner strength that didn't need grand gestures or empty promises. He was a leader, a loyal man who gave his life for his people, but there was something more to him, something she was still figuring out... He showed a humanity that, in her travels, she had rarely seen in other men of his class. The connection between him and his niece was so genuine, so natural, that Daenerys couldn't help but feel drawn to the strength of that bond.

As she thought about it, Daenerys found herself questioning her own feelings. She had learned to distrust men who approached her, but she knew Jorah wasn't one of those men. He lacked the greed for power or dark ambitions that often surrounded her. There was a quality in his presence that comforted her, a solid calm that contrasted with the turmoil in her life, making her feel safer, more connected to something real.

"That's it," Jorah was saying, his voice deep and firm but warm at the same time. "Alysane focuses on the movement of the ax, not just on strength. Strength will come later, but first, you need to control your body, your thoughts."

Daenerys watched, unwilling to interrupt. As Alysane perfected her movements, Jorah seemed to approve, and Daenerys felt a pang of something she couldn't identify. Part of Daenerys wanted to step away, to avoid witnessing something so personal, but another part wanted to understand more, to grasp what made this man so different… so human.

"Let it flow more, princess," Jorah said, guiding her sword with gentleness, yet with a firmness that left no room for doubt. Daenerys gritted her teeth and tried to focus on the movement. The sword's blade felt heavy in her hands, but she followed his instructions.

"Good, again," Jorah insisted, and she raised the sword again, feeling her arm growing stronger with each movement. Each strike she made seemed to clear something in her mind, something that had been clouded for so long. "It's in his humility where he truly shines," she thought. Suddenly, Jorah smiled at her, a sincere smile, without pretense, which made her heart beat faster.

"See? That was better," he commented. There was no need to say more. In his eyes, there was pride, but not the arrogant kind; it was the pride of someone seeing another grow. Daenerys let out a small nervous laugh and averted her gaze, feeling a strange surge of embarrassment but also a warmth that filled her inside. "Why do I feel this way?" she wondered. "It's just training... It doesn't have to mean more." But something in her knew it wasn't that simple.

At that moment, when the sword stopped and the training ended, Jorah gave her one last look before speaking.

"That was very good, princess. Have you trained with a sword before?" Jorah asked, his voice calm but filled with interest. Daenerys, still feeling the warmth in her chest, paused for a moment to process his words. Her breathing was a bit faster than normal, sweat beading on her forehead, but there was something within her that made her feel, for the first time in a long time, that she had achieved something on her own.

"Yes," Daenerys replied, somewhat surprised by the question, as she ran her hand across her forehead to wipe away the sweat that was beginning to build up. There was something in the air on Bear Island, something about the cold morning and the way she felt there, that made her feel more alive than she had in a long time. "Sir Arthur taught me once, but my father noticed it and forbade me to practice any further."

A shadow of nostalgia and frustration crossed her face as she recalled those days, those of her childhood in Dragonstone, when her father had preferred her to be a princess without weapons, with the grace of the courts and not the skill of fighting. Daenerys had never had the opportunity to learn what truly interested her, what she somehow now felt belonged to her.

"I've never felt so connected to this," he finished, letting his words hang in the air.

Jorah stared at her in silence for a moment, as if he were assessing every word, every gesture. His expression was serious, but there was a softness in his gaze that Daenerys hadn't noticed before. It wasn't the gaze of a warrior seeing a fragile princess, but of someone who recognized a strength in her that she herself might not have known about.

"I understand," he said finally, his voice low but firm. "Sometimes the path we are given is not the one we truly need. But you have something more. The desire to learn, to feel connected to something bigger than just the crown. Here on Bear Island, there is nothing that limits you, princess. Only you decide which path to take."

Daenerys was silent for a moment, processing his words. "Thank you, Jorah," she said at last.

"Princess! Will you let me teach you a few tricks?" Alysane asked. Though Daenerys had been deep in thought, she found the girl's invitation a welcome distraction.

"Of course, Alysane," he replied, Alysane greatly encouraged him, and with the gesture of the sword in hand, he began to demonstrate some movements of his own training. 

Daenerys watched for a few moments, feeling the scene change into something more relaxed. Alysane laughed as she told her some of her hunting stories, and Daenerys allowed herself to enjoy the simplicity of the moment, a respite from the worries around her.

—Lord Mormont, a raven has arrived, the maester needs you — The soldier's voice echoed across the training field. Jorah looked up at him, and although his face was still serene, a slight frown on his brow was enough for Daenerys to understand that the calm of the moment had come to an end. Alysane, upon hearing the news, frowned. It's always the same! — the young woman complained, twirling her sword, as if she wanted to deal with the interruption more agilely. — Can't you let the training end for at least one day?

Jorah let out a small laugh, a fleeting smile that lit up his face in a way Daenerys hadn't seen before. But he quickly returned to a more serious stance. "Fine. I'll be there in a moment," Jorah replied, his tone firm.

He turned to Daenerys with a slight apologetic nod. "It seems I must attend to this matter. Forgive the interruption, Princess." Before he left, Jorah offered her a small gesture of respect, a nod. "The truth of Bear Island," Daenerys thought as she watched him go. "Everything is simpler, but also more complex. Like him." 

"Have you tried Annie's blackberry jam yet, princess?" Alysane asked suddenly.

"No, I haven't tried it," Daenerys replied with a soft smile.

"It's delicious!" Alysane exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement. "It's like the whole world is in that sweet treat, the way the blackberries mix with the sugar. Annie makes the best blackberry jam on the whole island. You must try it, princess."

"I would love to," Daenerys replied. Alysane grew even more animated and began walking into the castle. Daenerys followed her, leaving the training camp behind. As they walked through the halls, the young Mormont couldn't stop talking about her childhood pranks, stories about hunting days with Jorah, and the little moments that made her feel like she was part of a world that didn't seem to be so burdened with expectations. . . . . .

The aroma of blackberry jam soon reached them as they reached the kitchen, where a wrinkled-faced woman with aged hands was removing a cauldron. "Ah, princess, good morning," the woman said in a warm accent. "Alysane, you naughty one, you know that weapons are not allowed in my kitchen." Alysane snorted as she pulled the axe out of the kitchen. "Annie. Do you have any blackberry jam left?"

Soon, Daenerys found herself sitting at a wooden table, with a small bowl filled with a thick, deep-colored confection, with chunks of shiny blackberries inside. Alysane sat across from her, eager.

"Taste, taste," the girl instructed. Daenerys brought the spoon to her lips, and as she tasted the sweet, an explosion of flavor filled her mouth. It was both sweet and sour, a perfect combination. "It's… delicious," she said at last, her eyes shining with surprise.

Alysane leaned back in her chair, satisfied.

—I knew it! Annie is amazing! She always makes me blackberry jam after every hunt. As a reward for our effort. —

Suddenly, a servant appeared at the kitchen door, interrupting the calm conversation.

"Princess, Lord Mormont requires your presence," the servant said quickly.

—See you later, princess. I'll keep training, but don't forget there's more candy if you need it! —Alysane said goodbye.

-Thank you-

As she emerged from the kitchen, Jorah was waiting for her with a serious expression. "Princess," Jorah said, taking a more formal stance. "I have a letter for you, from your brother Rhaegar." He handed her the parchment, and Daenerys took it, her stomach tightening at the sight. The raven had arrived, and her brother's words couldn't be good news.

With shaking hands, Daenerys broke the seal and read Rhaegar's words.

"Dear sister,  The circumstances that surround us require our joint action. I summon you to Winterfell, winter is coming I now understand. Our home, our realm, and the future of the Targaryen family will soon change. Ice and fire will collide. Love  , Rhaegar."

The letter, short and direct, left no room for doubt: Rhaegar wanted to see her in the north, in Winterfell. Something was about to happen, and she found herself caught between what she should do and what she wanted to do.

Daenerys held the letter in her hands, the parchment crumpled from the nervous pressure of her fingers. The dark ink of Rhaegar's words seemed to come to life in her mind, dancing in the shadows of her thoughts. "Winterfell..." she repeated to herself, as if the word held some kind of hidden power, as if it could change her fate.

A pang of unease settled in her stomach as she continued to read. She knew that her brother's call was no trivial matter. Something big was about to happen, something that would likely shape the course of her life. War was coming, and she needed to be prepared. But… what should she do?

"If you will excuse me, Your Highness, bad news?" Jorah asked, breaking the heavy silence. His voice, low but clear, reached her like a whisper, and Daenerys felt that he too was waiting for her answer, as if he shared, in some way, the burden of those words.

"It is my brother Rhaegar… he summons me to Winterfell," Daenerys replied, looking at the raven once more. There were no further details. 

Jorah ascended, unhurried. "It must be something important," he said, his eyes fixed on her. "When would you be leaving, Princess?"

Daenerys took a deep breath. The anxiety she felt at her brother's message was palpable, but there was something else, too. Something in her rebelled at the idea of ​​leaving Bear Island. Here, on this island so far from the court, from politics and the intricacies of power, she had found a strange peace.

"I don't know," he finally answered honestly.

Jorah watched her for a moment. "Winter is just beginning, so the sooner the better," Jorah commented. Time was not on their side. "If you don't want to be delayed by storms, it would be wise to leave before the next moon arrives."

—In three days… —Daenerys murmured, her mind filled with questions. "The North… Rhaegar… Jorah…" All paths seemed to converge at this moment, but she was not sure which one she should take. Daenerys looked at him, her mind filled with conflicting thoughts. Three days. That was all she had left. Time was running out.

"Thank you," she said finally, looking out at the horizon beyond the walls of Bear Island. She knew she had to go. Not just for Rhaegar, but for the future of her house, for what it meant to be a Targaryen. "It's just that… part of me wishes I could stay here, for a little while longer. I feel… free here."

Jorah watched Daenerys, recognizing the indecision in her eyes. It wasn't the first time he'd seen someone caught between duty and desire. In the end, duty always won out, but that didn't mean it was easy.

"I understand, Princess," he said softly. "It's not easy to leave behind what one has found."

Silently, Jorah unbuckled a small leather pouch he wore on his belt. From it, he withdrew a simple but significant item. It was a pendant, carved in great detail from wood. On the face of the pendant was the figure of a bear looking at the moon, and on the back, a single word was engraved: Home .

Jorah held it in his hands for a moment, as if he were wondering whether or not to hand it over. Finally, the expansion towards Daenerys.

"This pendant was a gift from my mother before she died," she said in a warm voice. "She used to say that home is not a place, but a feeling." 

Daenerys took the pendant gently, admiring the delicacy of the carving, the face of the bear and the moon. The wood, though aged, seemed to have an energy of its own.

—I don't know if this place can be called home for you, princess, but I want you to take it with you. Always, wherever you go, a piece of Bear Island will be with you. And whenever you look at it, remember that sometimes the freedom we seek is within ourselves, not in the places we run away to.

Daenerys looked at the pendant, touching the bear figure with her fingertips. Emotion filled her, a mixture of gratitude and sadness. Never before had anyone given her something so deeply personal, something that connected the past and the future in such a meaningful way.

"I'll carry it with me, Jorah," she replied, her voice soft. "I'll always carry it with me."

Jorah nodded, satisfied.

—There is no greater gift than a memory, Princess. And if you ever feel like the world is too big or the path is uncertain, look at this pendant and remember that home is never as far away as it seems.

An impulse drove her to take a step toward him, without thinking. She hugged him, gently, almost as if it were an act of necessity. It wasn't a hug that sought comfort, but one that closed the distance that fate had already put between them. When Jorah wrapped his arms around her, the world seemed to shrink around her. Her heart beat faster. The soft smell of wet earth and forest filled her nostrils. When they separated, the air between them seemed different.