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Author's Notes: This chapter continues directly after the last one.

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Robert Baratheon

Cersei's shrieks of pain were still echoing in his ears as the meeting began. The Small Council meeting was going along well, dealing with Cersei had put him a good mood and better able to deal with all the issues that Renly and Cressen would throw at him.

He'd had to name new members to the Small Council, but that was to be expected, Varys had disappeared, Baelish was dead and Stannis was languishing in a Black Cell.

Lord Gyles Rosby was the new Master of Coin...despite his annoying coughing. They'd sent a raven to the Arbor naming Paxter Redwyne, the new Master of Ships, but they were still waiting for a response. Not to mention they were still missing a proper candidate for Master of Whispers, for the time being, Renly would act as Master of Laws...and Whispers.

Though the Kingsguard was still in tatters. With Arys Oakheart, Meryn Trant and Mandon Moore the only ones left, loyal and alive. All things considered Jaime Lannister's defection was expected, but Barristan Selmy's betrayal made Robert's blood boil every time he was reminded. There hadn't been enough time to choose and appoint new members.

Thankfully, King's Landing was much improved, the Goldcloaks under Old Ironhand and Renly were keeping order and peace. There was still a sense of tension in the streets but that could only be expected with all this remembering business.

All of this and they were still gathering men, Renly had summoned his bannermen, the strength of the Stormlands was gathering, near fifteen thousand men were expected in this first mustering. The Crownlands Lords were a mixed bunch, some were dragging their feet and making excuses while others had already marched their men to King's Landing and were camped outside the city.

News of the rest of the Seven Kingdoms was still reaching them. There was still no news from Winterfell, but it did take time for ravens to travel that far north. The Westerlands were quiet, not that Robert was expecting anything from the Lannisters except preparations for war.

They had had ravens from the Riverlands and the Vale. Hoster Tully had summoned his bannermen and was consolidating and reinforcing his borders with the Westerlands. The Vale was more complicated...Lord Yohn Royce had answered from the Eyrie...as acting Reagent for Robin Arryn and acting Protector of the Vale. That had been an unexpected surprise. Royce had written that Lysa Arryn had taken ill and he was in command there now...though why wasn't the Blackfish the Regent? He'd have thought Lysa's uncle would have been a more neutral Regent rather than placing the Royces over the rest of the Vale Lords. This had upset some of his plans. The Knights of the Vale were gathering but they would be delayed by all of these surprise upheavals.

The Reach on the other hand had sent a very fast messenger from Highgarden, saying they'd already commanded men into the Westerlands. With news of Loras's death, Mace had already started the war without him...but it wasn't with the full strength of Reach. The messenger had also relayed that Mace had to first put down a rebellious house.

House Tarly.

The news that Randyll Tarly was rising in rebellion against Mace Tyrell had greatly tarnished the good news from the Reach. Not to mention bewildering Robert. He knew Randyll was a hard man and strong commander...and stubbornly loyal. So why was he rising up against Mace Tyrell, his rightful liege? Robert knew, even outnumbered Randyll would give his enemies a hard fight. Robert knew that this would not be over quick, no matter what Mace said or implied or how many men he had.

The lessons of Ashford were not easily forgotten.

And Dorne...well Robert was reluctant to summon them. Or try to, at least, Prince Doran's thinking was something that had always escaped him, but Oberyn would probably jump at the chance at to kill Lannisters. On the other hand, he may decide to sit back and watch them tearing each other apart. Dorne in general, and Oberyn specifically, had no love for Robert either...even if they did hate the Lannisters more.

Add to that some rather disturbing rumors were coming out of Dorne at the moment. Cressen had had men sent to Sunspear on a fast ship to confirm or deny those rumors as soon as possible.

Each day brought new news on the changes in the Kingdoms...and each day he was day closer to his war. It was an invigorating time to be alive, despite the betrayals that had been revealed. What time he wasn't spending in meetings he was spending training in the yard and trying to get back into shape. It was no time for him to be fat. He had skulls to crush with his warhammer!

So now, here he sat at the head of the table in the Small Council room as another meeting began. The meetings had been frequent and many since...since it all began. And he'd been attending each and every meeting.

A tense Renly sat to his left, with a disturbed Cressen on his right, Lord Rosby sat beyond Renly with Jacelyn Bywater opposite.

As the meeting began Renly lent forward, "Is she still alive?" was his first urgent question as the Small Council meeting began.

Robert scowled at his brother, he huffed angrily, "Yes Renly. The cunt is still alive. I can control myself."

Renly sat back at least a little relieved, "Good, just because the Kingslayer has been affected by this remembering business doesn't mean that Tywin Lannister hasn't. And even with whatever she did to drive the Kingslayer away, Tywin may still want her back," Renly blew out a derisive breath, "He may even want her back just for pride's sake."

Cressen was nodding in agreement now, "The Old Lion is many things...but most of all prideful."

Robert scowled, "Fine...fine! The cunt will continue to live...for now." He waved a hand irritably, cutting off further discussion of Cersei's fate. He turned to the newest member of the Small Council, Lord Rosby, "What news?" he demanded gruffly.

Rosby coughed nervously, "Lord Baelish's books have been found. They were hidden in one of his whorehouses," he sounded a little scared as he admitted his news.

Robert glared at the man when Rosby didn't continue immediately, "It's about time! And?"

Rosby coughed again, "I have found some...irregularities. The crown's finances are not good right now. The crown has loans in excess of six million dragons. We owe most of the money to the Iron Bank, the Faith, and...the Lan...Lannisters." he finished with a stutter.

"Then it's a good thing I will be crushing the Lannisters and taking Casterly Rock's gold!" Robert retorted quickly, causing Rosby to flinch back in fear.

Rosby nodded quickly, he coughed lightly, his eyes wide as he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped sweat from forehead, "It is indeed, your Grace...but...."

Robert frowned, "But what, Rosby?"

"It seems that that Lord Baelish was also stealing from the crown- I've had all of Baelish's former assets and whorehouses seized. Anything I could find that he had a hand in I've taken in the crown's name!" Rosby quickly blurted out, there was fear in his eyes now.

Robert's mood darkened.

"If he was stealing from the Lannisters, that would explain why the Kingslayer killed him," cut in Renly pointedly.

Rosby nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, he was stealing from everyone!"

Suddenly, that was one piece of the puzzle that now made sense...a servant had seen Jaime Lannister take precious time in the escape from King's Landing to brutally kill and decapitate Baelish.

Robert snorted ruefully, now there was only a thousand more pieces to fit together. Like why the Hound killed Joffrey- no that he could understand, but why would he then escape with the rest of the Lannisters? How the fuck Lancel turned into such a fucking religious zealot. What possessed Stannis to burn Shireen. How in all the seven hells had things gotten so bad after he died in the last life! And how in the name of the seven all of them were alive again!

Robert shook his head wearily before he nodded, "Good work, Rosby."

The tension eased out of Rosby at Robert's simple praise.

The meeting descended into routine as Ironhand reported further improvement in the Goldcloaks. Crime was down and the smallfolk seemed to be preparing for the war as well. Many of them had uprooted themselves and were leaving King's Landing. There were reasons given to questions about why...and there were whispers of impossible things...but nobody could credibly listen to those.

Neither Cressen nor Renly had any news of Davos or Shireen. They'd disappeared like smoke on the wind, and knowing Davos, he'd stay hidden till he wanted to be found. It one Davos's best skills.

Renly had already shared all he knew with Robert and they were just waiting to for replies from the rest of the Kingdoms. They were just going over the same plans they'd already made. As soon as the Stormlanders and Crownlanders were assembled they'd march for Casterly Rock. By that time hopefully Ned would have mobilized the North and they'd either all meet in the Riverlands or around Casterly Rock. To Robert's disappointment, the unrest in the Vale made any support from there unlikely- at least in the first stages of the war against the Lannisters.

Robert was under no illusion that Casterly Rock would be a very hard nut to crack. The Last person to take the castle had been Lann the Clever...but with the combined might of the Seven Kingdoms behind him it was a forgone conclusion what the outcome would be. The only real questions were how bloody and how long would the siege of the Rock be...

Though, Gods it would be good to go to war with Ned by his side again. That thought brought a wide smile to his face.

The door to the Council chambers opened and in strode in a Kingsguard interrupting Robert's talks.

"Forgive the intrusion, your Grace," began Ser Arys Oakheart as he bowed, "Ser Rober Wode is begging an audience. He claims that he has news that cannot wait." He looked tense as he spoke.

Robert's smile turned into a frown as he remembered all he knew of House Wode. It was a Knightly House in the Riverlands, directly sworn to the Whents of Harrenhal. The head of the Knightly House was a Ser Robin Wode, during the Rebellion they had joined with the rebels quickly enough. The only reason Robert remembered this was because Ser Robin had a dry wit, which he wasn't afraid to use against anyone...and a knack for finding the best wines in the midst of a feast.

Rober Wode was Ser Robin's oldest son. Why was Ser Robin sending his heir to King's Landing? How dire could the news he carried be?

"News?" asked Renly tersely, beating Robert to the question. "What news?"

"Aye, my Lord, he says he brings news of...treason...and not the Lannister's treason." Ser Arys finished gravely.

More Treason?! Robert grunted angrily before gesturing, "Bring him in."

Ser Arys nodded obediently and went to get the Wode heir as Robert's mood darkened. What else could be wrong? And more importantly, who's treason?

Arys returned with a nondescript knight with a mope of brown hair and brown eyes. The three white hedgehogs on a yellow background sigil of House Wode sown prominently on the chest of his black doublet. The most prominent feature of Ser Robin's heir was the sheer nervousness and fear he was extruding. The fear was written plainly across his young face and in his troubled eyes. The boy looked barely ten and seven, barely a man grown and green as grass to boot.

Ser Rober Wode knelt quickly, "Your Grace." his voice wavered and cracked as he spoke.

"Get up, what's this about treason, boy?" Robert challenged hotly.

Ser Rober quivered in his boots faced with Robert's ire, "My father has always been loyal...he sent me because his words could not be trusted to a raven...if it had been intercepted..." he paused and swallowed audibly, "It's madness, your Grace...it's Rebellion, your Grace," he finished in a quiet and fearful tone.

"Rebellion?! What madness? Who's?!" Robert jumped out of his seat, demanded angrily.

"It's madness your Grace...it's Lord Hoster has called his banners, he not going to support you, your Grace...he plans rebellion!" the heir of House Wode said. Ser Rober was shifting uncomfortably as he announced his liege lord's act of betrayal.

Robert gaped for a moment, "Are you mad?! Hoster Tully is one of my loyalest bannermen!" he thundered angrily. He looked to the rest of the Small Council. They all had equally shocked and disturbed expressions.

As Robert turned back to face Ser Rober, who cowered back in the face of Robert's denial, Ser Rober gulped, "It's the truth my lord...Lord Hoster has forsworn his loyalty to House Baratheon!"

"Hoster is Ned's goodfather! He stood with us proudly against the Mad King!" Robert continued to roar in deal as stepped forward to stand face to face with Ser Rober.

"It makes no sense for Lord Hoster to turn against us!" decried Renly angrily, adding his disbelief to Robert's .

Rober was cowering again as he began, "Lord Hoster has bent the knee to House...Targaryen." There was terror in his eyes as Rober spoke the name.

Robert stepped back unbelieving, as if Ser Rober had struck him.

The last of his good mood disappeared as he suddenly saw red. Again, fury gripped his very soul as Rober's words made his world shrink, old wounds being ripped open and old rages being ignited into burning hatred once more.

Such was his fury was that he found he had no words to deny the boy's mad words.

It was Cressen who found his voice first, his voice was confused but strong as he spoke, helping to steady Robert, "Viserys Targaryen is across the Narrow Sea, he has no army or true followers to his name. The Beggar King is no king. Surely you and your father are mistaken?"

Rober shook his head, "It's not Viserys Targaryen...the raven Lord Hoster sent said that this Targaryen is already here in Westeros...his name is Jon Targaryen," he gulped in fear as he finished speaking.

The silence in the room was deafening. Cressen and Renly stared at Wode for a moment before turning to Robert with fear on their faces. Rosby seemed to be trying to disappear into his chair and Ironhand's face had turned to stone.

"Jon...Targaryen? WHO THE FUCK IS JON TARGARYEN?!" screamed Robert incensed.

Ser Rober shrunk back in fear. The boy looked like he was going to piss himself now- but he still he answered bravely, "I don't...know, your Grace...but Lord Hoster has already swore fealty to him." He gingerly held out a scroll in a trembling hand, "Lord Hoster sent this to my father."

Robert snatched it away from Rober and read it quickly...by the time he had finished reading it, his face was pale and he was the one trembling. The scroll was written in Hoster's hand and had the seal of House Tully. The words were horrific in their content...and it confirmed everything the boy had said of Hoster Tully.

Renly came to his side and took the scroll from him, his eyes rapidly reading the words. When he was finished he was just as pale as Robert.

"Who the fuck is Jon Targaryen?" Robert repeated. It came out as a hoarse whisper, "Where has this Dragonspawn been hiding?"

Renly shook his head, equally in disbelief, "I...I don't know...."

Robert whorled towards him, "You're my fucking Master of Whispers!Fucking find out!" he roared at Renly.

Renly stepped back in surprise, "Of...of course! Of course, brother! I find out immediately!" he rushed out of the room to obey, rather than facing Robert's burning rage.

First, the Lannisters...and now the Tullys? What madness is this? Ned's goodfather is turning against me for the fucking dragons?

"Ser Rober," he began gravely, "this service and your father's true fealty will not be forgotten."

The boy bowed deeply, a relieved expression coming to his face, his face flushing red with relief.

"Cressen! Send out more ravens, it seems we have Dragonspawn to crush before the fucking Lannisters," Robert announced darkly as he began pacing back and forth, lost in thought.

He imagined his warhammer in his hand. His hand closed around the haft of the imaginary warhammer. Another dragon to crush, just as he crushed fucking Rhaegar Targaryen.

A smile came to his face, it would be just like old times, him and Ned fighting and crushing the arrogant Dragons...goodfamily or not, Ned would be as incensed as Robert at this betrayal. Whatever madness was gripping Hoster and the Riverlands, he'd put an end to it!

They wouldn't know what hit them!

Oh, yes! The North would be the anvil! He and the Stormlords would be the hammer! And between them they'd crush the fucking Dragonspawn!

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Daenerys Targaryen

Talisa seemed to be very flustered- not that she could blame her.

"Robb seems to a very formidable man, I look forward to meeting him one day," Daenerys stated happily after Talisa had finished speaking.

Daenerys tried to imagine what was going through Talisa's mind, given her defiance and willingness to defend Robb and the Starks so fiercely. The girl had obviously thought that Daenerys meant them harm considering the recent history between House Stark and Targaryen. And despite leaving Westeros, she was apparently still very loyal to House Stark. They had continued talking after the misunderstanding had been cleared up, mainly about Robb and the War of the Five Kings.

After that things had become much more laid back and relaxed. They talked about other less significant things- even talked about the Starks Direwolves. Their ferocity on the battlefield and how they acted off the battlefield.

"...At other times Grey Wind seemed like a very big puppy," Talisa said with a smile.

Daenerys's smile grew, "It was the same with Ghost at times. He'd be intimidating some uncertain lord one minute, the next...he'd be rolling on the floor giving you big beseeching eyes or slobbering all over you." she responded with fond amusement.

Talisa giggled, "You wouldn't think that Direwolves could be so affectionate."

Daenerys nodded in agreement.

Talisa bit her lip and then sighed, "I do miss Grey Wind." She laughed, "He was the best blanket I've ever had."

It was Daenerys's turn to laugh. Ghost had been the same as well, "I can't disagree with that!" she raised her goblet in a toast, "To the best blankets in Westeros!"

Talisa joined her in the toast and they drank together.

They shared a companionable smile as they sat, the comfortable silence encompassing them.

Talisa was squirming in her chair now, "What will you do now?"

And just like that reality came back to Daenerys. The meeting had so far been amusing and fun- and distracting, but now she had to share the bleak truth of what was coming.

Daenerys put her goblet down and sat up straighter in her chair, "There are many things you have to know. After you and Robb died..."

Slowly, she explained all the salient facts that came after the Red Wedding, she watched as Talisa's good mood disappeared and she became pale. Daenerys's story culminated in the coming of the Others and the spell that had been cast by Brandon Stark.

The joyful mood of the moment was well and truly gone.

It took Talisa a while to be able to find her voice, as she voiced a simple question...What now?

It was deceptively simple question...and for the moment it had a simple answer, consolidation. Consolidation of Pentos, figuring out what was going on in Slaver's bay and the rest of the Dothraki. And more importantly, wait for word from Westeros. From Jon.

"For now, I am staying in Pentos, there are still many things that must done here. As for you...you are not my prisoner or enemy...though...an army always needs a good healer..." Daenerys started giving Talisa a sly look, "you would be welcome here among my people..." she offered.

Talisa blinked in surprise. She pursed her lips in thought, a moment passed before she answered."I think I would like that, your Grace."

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Talisa Maegyr

Her mind was excited by the prospects that were suddenly in front of her. She'd missed so much after she'd died. The whole world had changed so quickly suddenly.

For a day that started with such a possible bleak ending, things were greatly improved- beyond anything she could have imagined.

Another part of her was terrified, the revelations Daenerys had given her were horrific. Magic had seemed dead for so long...but that wasn't the truth. It had slumbered and waited and now...dragons lived again. If that wasn't enough...

Talisa shuddered as the rest of Daenerys's words returned to her.

Talisa had been among the Northmen long enough to hear their scary tales. Tall tales she'd imagined them to be...but they weren't tall tales at all. The Others and the army of the dead were coming for them all. Death was coming to claim the world and they had to stand against it.

Her decision to stay hadn't been a hard one. Daenerys was ushering in a new age of freedom for all here in Essos. It would be glorious...provided they managed to stop the Others.

Her thoughts had made time pass quickly, and she noticed that she had reached the ship. The Wild Yalla stood in port, nearly a wreck, but there men crawling up and down on repairing the ship as Captain Varan screamed out orders and insults at them.

He caught sight of her and for a moment a concerned looked crossed his face before it returned to the gruff and annoyed look it had had displayed there.

The Captain continued to bark out orders to his men as he approached with a concerned look on his face, "Is everything alright?" asked seriously.

Talisa breathed deep, "Yes actually."

The Captain's face turned pensive, "You care to explain then why I've had Pentosi healers- that I didn't pay for, looking after the men you should be looking after?" he asked pointedly, more than a little miffed.

Talisa shrugged, "Queen Daenerys wanted a word with me, they're here by her command. There wasn't actually anything I can do about it."

The Captain had a strange look on his face, "Queen Daenerys...insisted?" he paused and shook his head, "I heard about the changes from the Dockmaster. He had some outlandish tales-"

She interrupted him, "You should believe it all. "

The Captain look discomforted, "So...she's Mother of Dragons again?"

She nodded, "Among other things yes."

The Captain rubbed his face, "What did she want with you?"

"Apparently, we had a lot to discuss..." she admitted sheepishly.

"And?" he gestured for her to continue.

"It seems I won't be coming with you to Braavos...I will be staying in Pentos," Talisa explained simply with a shrug, "the Queen has secured my services for the foreseeable future."

Daenerys Targaryen was building a better world and she wanted to be a part of it!

She would be a part of it!

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Author's Notes: Hoped you liked this. I know many of you have been waiting for Robert's reaction to this :D The rest and full truth will come soon enough ;) If anyone is confused about Robert's plans and the ravens he's received, remember- People LIE. As always, don't forget to REVIEW! :)