Nothing Compares to a Woman’s Kiss

Sansa

She stopped her horse as their forces crossed the ruined castle of the Twins, staring at the place where her brother and King in the North died with his wife and her mother. It brought no good memories but a omen, a warning, a reminder of what letting emotions can do if you run on honor alone.

10,000 Tully soldiers are waiting for them at Harrenhal, and with her and Rodrik are 5,000 Arryn and Tully whilst the rest remained North to drive out all of the leftover Ironborn and prepare for her brothers own fights with this 'Night King'.

She didn't believe her brother, not until she let him see the wounds on his chest that were clearly fatal, no man could survive this. It was one of the first moments she and her brother had gotten close whereas before, she tolerated her half-brother and thought him an outsider like her mother had.

Only she knew, and promised to help once her fight with Cersei is done.

Cersei, you'll pay for all this torment, I swear it. She narrowed her eyes, the mental abuse by the Queen and physical by her bastard son, Joffrey.

Arya would be behind her but she left her in charge of the North, while taking care of their brother. She also doesn't know how long they will be gone, should they fall and her be captured or killed by the Lannisters, then Rickon will be King in the North once more and Arya will guide him with Jon too.

In the first war her brother ravaged the Westerlands, and Rodrik had taken his campaign in keeping the Crownlands from rest until her cousin usurped power in the Vale. The West has no power anymore, she plans to end this war before it takes a chance to drag out by one large battle in King's Landing, to take the Lannisters from their seat and set ablaze their house and legacy to cinders.

"My Queen!" Podrick called to her, Brienne being behind him. "We've been traveling for some time, we should make camp and... " She noticed he trailed off and furrowed her brow in suspicion, Brienne urged him to continue, "And King Rodrik has called a counsel for the upcoming battles."

She heard him and kicked her horse to go to Rodrik, mainly because she thought they would make their plans when they reach her uncle Edmure in Harrenhal. She rode to the upper middle tent, Sheepstealer would be around but the beast wouldn't budge for Rodrik but once they made it past the Neck she saw the dragon flying overhead and heading east, possibly back to the Vale where its home has been for the past hundred years.

He came out of the tent, smiling and waving for her to come over.

"Queen Sansa, thanks for coming- "

"Coming? I was assuming we would make our plans in Harrenhal, not here at the Crossing." She inquired, and Rodrik's expression became sullen as he gestured for her to follow where Brynden, Lord Royce, Ser Edmund, and several lords of the Riverlands and Vale.

"A message came from Colemon, from Dragonstone." Rodrik mentioned and she was even more confused.

"Who is in Dragonstone?"

Daenerys

She watched her home come closer and closer, thinking about how Viserys would describe it though what he described doesn't do it justice.

The island of her ancestors, the beginning of her families Dynasty, and its end to a point but now its beginning once more and like the Aegon of old she has dragons and an army to lead her to bring together the Seven Kingdoms. She even remembered what Viserys would call it.

A Dynasty forged in Fire, sealed in Blood. Grey Worm, Missandei, Tyrion and Lord Varys sailed with her. In the rowboat on her left was Princess Arianne, Obara, Nymeria and Tyene because Prince Doran could not come on the count of his illness as she had seen when she arrived in Dorne.

It was tense, to be sure but upon speaking to Doran she got his loyalty though with one condition. His son and wife, also her rivals will be spared and sent back to Dorne upon her victories over the Lannisters, Starks, Tullys, Tyrells and Arryns. She has Dorne and the Iron Islands barring Euron Greyjoy on her side and will have the independent Stormland Houses on her side soon enough.

Tyrion has been informing her about her rivals, of who she might or might not have to face in the coming days and weeks.

First is the Lannisters, the House that sacked her fathers city and slaughtered her good-sister and niece and nephew. Formerly headed by Tywin Lannister but now is lead by Queen Cersei and Ser Jaime the Kingslayer. Tyrion informed her that Jaime is a capable warrior and commander, though reckless and easily goaded. Cersei is a shrewd woman and ferocious when it comes to those that enemies of her.

Then House Arryn. Lord Rodrik has begun calling himself King, a decision she will force to recant. From what Tyrion says of this man he seems honorable, dutiful and just. It is her hope that she can gain this mans allegiance, if not then he may join his House in ruin after she's retaken her home and kingdoms.

House Starks fate was sealed when they rose in rebellion against her father, unless they surrender without terms she will not give them mercy. And this is despite the honor that her Hand of the Queen has spoken so highly of, even speaking of one named Jon Snow. House Tully has thrown themselves behind the new Queen of the North, being tied by blood.

Lastly was House Tyrell, the roses of Highgarden has lost its heir and Lord and daughter in the devastation in King's Landing as a ship from Tarth had told them. Lady Olenna has since closed off the Reach and began marshalling its forces for defense as Varys informed her, food has also been cut off from both the capital and everywhere it seemed which will help and hurt her campaign despite having her own provisions.

Her armies will begin in the Kingswood, the Martell forces will move up the Prince's Pass and start getting the allegiances of the Stormlands. Tyrion and others will plan further attacks and she will fight them.

First however, she would see who she will meet out of the lords and ladies of Westeros that she's summoned.

She stepped off the boat and onto the soft sand, she knelt to one knee and placed her hand on it and smiled, mirth and awe taking her stone expression as she found her home and Viserion, Rhaegal and Drogon flew overhead and roaring as they did. She found herself repeating her words to herself.

"I'm home... I'm home."

Cersei

She left her daughters together with her new good-son as she and Jaime convened in the new war room, it was built over parts of a small garden.

A large painted map of Westeros was put over the floor, not like the stone table in Dragonstone but wider in scale and will give her better insight to fighting her enemies. Enemies that have since come from west to east to north and south, though she might have a ally in Euron Greyjoy who is at the Iron Islands.

Spies tell her that Rodrik and Sansa have crossed the Neck, ten-thousand men lead by Edmure Tully at Harrenhal. The enemies and friends of Eddard Stark still haunt her to this day despite it being years since the Quiet Wolf was silenced, now his daughters and brother in all but name and blood are coming for her. The Northern and Eastern rebels have themselves close to twenty-thousand in total, more than her own.

Olenna in her imagined rage has cut the Reach and its food off from her cities and castles, she will get the old woman's food and her gold to pay that damned Iron Bank back. An emissary is coming from Braavos by way of the northeastern coast of the Crownlands, to negotiate a deal of sorts.

Then the Martells and their treacherous hides, yes Trystane has proven a good husband and King Consort for her daughter but if Doran wishes to defeat her at this city, then he will find Trystane's head on the gates of the Red Keep. Spies report that a force is assembling near the Prince's Pass and so she's sent those disobedient Stormlords a decree to prepare for battle lest they be named traitors as well.

Lastly was this Targaryen girl and her dragons, beasts that she will be more than prepared to battle with Qyburn finding a solution.

Word is the girl has 9,000 Unsullied, bringing 7,000 Dothraki Screamers and around 300 ships to carry them. And three grown dragons, sixteen-thousand men in total. Combined with the twenty-thousand that Dorne could scrounge up puts her at a heavy disadvantage.

With the Reach she might have had over 80,000 men to call upon but that had been cut when Olenna closed off her borders. With the Crownlands she can gather three-thousand men, in the Westerlands she can bring herself six-thousand and in King's Landing she has three-thousand Goldcloaks to defend the city. She wont lie, she doesn't see herself winning more than one battle and being on the defensive, yet if the Reach chooses to side with either the Coalition in the North or the Targaryen's in the South and East.

"Cersei." She turned and not for the first moment she saw blue eyes when they've been green, Jaime walked in dressed in their fathers armor, Widows Wail by his hip and his gold hand covered in a glove.

"Yes, brother." She whispered, he came closer to take her lips but she didn't want him, not as much as she had a few years ago.

"Why turn me away? I brought our daughter home, its as if... " His expression darkened and stepped back, "He hates us, wants us dead and you would love him, a man you've known for what? A mere two months?!" He demanded and took hold of her arms, shaking her and she tensed.

"Not months, years." She said sharply, causing Jaime to let her go. "Rodrik consoled me on that trip to Winterfell, where Robert raped me more than twice, yes you were with me but in the same roughness that Robert treated me with." She confessed, a reason why she would find Rodrik in those starry nights during the trip to and from Winterfell. There was a motive of consolation rather than playing the damned Game of thrones.

What's more is the King she wishes to defeat, is the one man out of the two she wants to be with most.

Jaime huffed and went to the door, turning to her one more time with a look of betrayal like she had turned on him... In some way she did.

"I will end him, and bring the falcon under the lions jaws. I swear it." She wanted to stop him, to tell him that Rodrik must not be killed but captured, yet as she reached for her voice she saw it was gone and she sat down in her chair and watched as Jaime stormed down the halls.

Rodrik

He sighed as he and the coalition leaders sat to make their plans, Harrenhal hasn't changed much since his last visit and even across the river one could smell the stench of death and torment, the dread air is enough to suffocate the weakest of souls but they are not so weak as those that came before.

Then there was the inevitable arrival of the Dragon Queen, as he feared long ago but now he has a dragon of his own that comes and goes as he pleases it seems. Three dragons the woman has and though difficult to kill, the Dance of Dragons proved even dragons can die when attacked in large numbers.

As for the summons, it will prove difficult to even do considering this is the daughter of the Mad King, and a Lannister Army stands in their way of doing so. Today they will be deciding where to put their resources, to getting the Reach first on their side or allying with this Daenerys Targaryen.

The destruction of the Great Sept of Baelor had him shocked, he couldn't possibly think even the Lannisters would put in action such a dastardly plot and yet reports have come in with the help of 'friends' and it is true, Queen Cersei has used Wildfire to destroy the Sept of Baelor and assassinate Lord Tyrell, Lady Margaery, Ser Loras, Ser Kevan Lannister and a dozen other noblemen and women and more than three hudred innocent lives.

It invigorated those in their ranks that keep to the Seven Gods, they are determined to see Cersei and her daughter, former Princess Myrcella struck from power and Cersei personally charged with murder, regicide, kinslaying, and being a general tyrant to the people.

As for the daughter, Myrcella was always an innocent child and often times he and his father agreed that she had the best of Robert, now it seems the girl has the best of herself and none of her parents and married a good man from what Arianne and Tyene has told him when they visited him. He'll do his best to keep the girl safe and protect his own child from Cersei, a beautiful child named Joanna.

"The course is clear, we go south and take the Westerlands to bleed the capital of their gold." Lord Piper shouted and others agreed with him, but Yohn held fast and disagreed.

"You are a fool, the Queen Mother and her brother are in the Crownlands. Robb Stark had already bled the west, now we bleed the east." Lords and Ladies agreed to that as well, "Now what of this Targaryen girl, how can we know that we wont be marching towards another Field of Fire?" Yohn asked him and Sansa.

"We don't, we don't know much of her and shouldn't trust a dragon." Sansa said, but bit her lip, "Not to say we shouldn't send emissaries to meet her and gauge her character." She added and he nodded, she was being wise. "So I have chosen to send my commander of the guard, Brienne." She then turned to him, hoping that he would change his mind on who to send, but he cannot. A deep breath and he was out of his own seat, ready.

"I will be going myself, to speak with this woman."

The hall immediately went into an uproar, his banner-men begging him not to go and several offering themselves in the place of their King.

But he cannot.

"Enough!" He roared, silencing the hall, "I sent Andar to serve Stannis and he was murdered, I sent Robar to talk Renly out of his madness and he was slain by Loras Tyrell. I will not sacrifice another warrior, another friend in my stead. I must go, and I wont be alone." Some of his lords began to weep, some huffed in tired frustration and others such as Waymar stayed quiet.

Later on as he was saying farewells to his companions, he stopped near Waymar's tent and opening the flap to see his friend was weeping. He felt ashamed then, but it does not halt him from the path he must take.

"I could go, my friend. I could go for you, my King." Waymar pled to him and he shook his head and approached his greatest friend and warrior.

"You must remain for you have your own duties." Waymar was confused, of what he meant, "Sansa will need a husband, and she has chosen you and should I die by fire or steel. I bequeath the entirety of the Vale to the House of Royce." His friend was shocked as his decree, unbelieving that he would do such a thing.

It was decision made almost two months ago, his daughter though he cares cannot rule the Vale. And should he fall and Joanna does become its Queen, the Lannisters would have yet another Kingdom under its control. So he along with his banner-lords decided that should House Arryn vanish in the annals of history, House Royce as the second most powerful family would assume the mantel of Warden and Kings of the Vale or Lords too.

"Don't go." He shook his head at Waymar's plea, seeing it failed the heir to Runestone stood tall, "Fine, but promise me one thing, hmm?" He was asked and nodded to the fellow Valemen's request.

"Anything." He told his childhood friend.

"If it comes to battle, fight to your last breath." His expression hardened as he nodded once more.

An hour later, he and Brienne followed by two hundred swords left Harrenhal to head west for Duskandale, from there they will take ship to Dragonstone and meet with the Mother of Dragons and flying above them was none other than Sheepstealer.

Daenerys

(Two weeks later)

The raven came from the west just five days ago, and now the date has come for her to meet her rivals of the North and East. She stood by the port over the hills and waited, 300 Unsullied standing ready for any trouble, and Drogon and his siblings too in case of said troubles.

Just then she saw a ship, it was far away but she still saw it. Flying the combined colors of grey and white, and blue and grey. She said and hoped her bit of fear tactic will work, the dragons roaring always seemed to get many to shiver around her.

She heard a roar and turned to her children with a smile, yet it turned into a frown when she saw her babies sleeping. She then gave a worried look towards Tyrion who shrugged, just then she and everyone heard it again and this time her children lifted their heads to the sky and she followed.

What she saw startled her for the first time in awhile, the sight of the very things she brought back into the world.

This dragon was larger, two or three times more and it's head the size of a wheelhouse. It's wings could very well cast a shadow over a city, and with that the creature landed twenty or thirty feet away and let out a more monstrous roar than Drogon or the others could. She moved a little closer, Tyrion urging her not to and her Unsullied following though their arms were ready to fight.

Closer she saw a man riding it, he was robust with flowing long blonde hair, his jaw was strong and had aquiline nose. He looked right at her and his eyes widened somewhat, though it lasted no more than a moment before he dismounted the beast with much more grace than she had done.

He strode closer to her until he was a mere two or three feet away, it was then she noticed the cerulean blue in his eyes, it made him beautiful.

"Daenerys Targaryen, I take it." His tone was smooth, yet a little rough. "I am Rodrik of the House Arryn, King of the Vale and Lord of the Eyrie... I am here to talk.