The Three Sisters

Highgarden 

Sansa was nervous, staring at the weirwood tree and it's three faces staring right back at her.

This place is missing the snow, dark clouds and the pond but it reminds her of home. She placed a hand on the weirwood tree, feeling it and smiling whilst thinking about her home, it is so far from here, a thousand leagues as some of her father's men would say.

She decided to come here after a few days, after Lord Varys and Lady Olenna talked to her and she stayed in that room.

Her head was spinning with what they said and what they want of her, they told her how it was Baelish and not just the Lannister's who betrayed her father. He saved her from captivity, she thought he meant well when he said he was going to take her home.

It was all a lie, all of his sweet words and promises taste like ashes in her mouth and she felt utterly disgusted that he would presume to kiss her.

She was angry, she was furious and wished him dead. The old her would reprimand her for her thoughts, the old her would be crying in her chambers and hoping it was all a nightmare. Not anymore. She thought, she has been through seeing her father get beheaded, she's been beaten and mocked by Joffrey, threatened with rape and death, and scrutinized by the Queen.

She is done with all of that, she is done being the naive little girl who believed in knights and chivalry.

Olenna and Margaery, they promised her that Petyr Baelish would be getting what was coming to him. She'd like to believe in the fact that good people can triumph over evil ones but she remembered the night of the Battle of the Blackwater, Shae had whispered that she hopes none of the men leaving don't come back.

She said to her handmaiden that the bad ones always come back, otherwise her father would have succeeded in deposing the Falseborn King.

The sound of footsteps was heard getting closer, she turned around and clasped her hands together and lowered her head to the Dragon King that she had met a few days prior to now.

So brings the second thing on the agenda, what Lady Olenna, Lord Varys, and even Lord Tyrion had arranged in such a short time.

Marriage. She once thought it grand and to marry a King... It was her greatest dream and fantasy, but, after Joffrey and what she went through, she wished she had been home instead of coming to the South.

Varys explained that House Stark and Targaryen lost much in the years by House Lannister, he said that she lost a father, so had Daeron, she lost a mother, so had Daeron, she lost nearly all of her siblings and Daeron saw his brother get murdered and held his dying sister.

Loss and a pang of hunger for justice, if she and Daeron combined one another's bloodlines, they could unite the Seven Kingdoms and get justice for the one who cannot be here, who can't be here because of the actions of House Lannister and Queen Cersei and Petyr Baelish.

She might share the same painful road but this all began with the Mad King, when Aerys burned her uncle and grandfather alive for treason, when Prince Rhaegar whisked away with her aunt and raped her.

It was hard for her to simply forget all of this and just fall in line to marry him, she's made such folly before when she pushed her parents into accepting her betrothal to Joffrey, that turned into a nightmare and she had more than once dreamt over the last four days that Daeron of the House Targaryen was as mad or more than his father.

"It wasn't very polite to not see me as you said just four days ago, not very Kingly." She said with pursed lips and the King cleared his throat, putting his arms behind his back and standing straight.

"I had some battle plans to prepare for our march on King's Landing, getting myself ahold of a fleet to replace my own." He explained in such a formal tone, nothing at all associated with a charismatic ruler as she had seen the day they first met.

"Can I assume we are both here for the same reason?" She asked him and he nodded after a moment, his amethyst eyes looking into her own blue ones, "Baelish was planning this from the beginning, he wanted me to find a way to control you." He cracked a small smile and took a step closer to her.

"A bird should know better, a dragon cannot be tamed, not so easily." She felt a little offended, as if she couldn't influence him in any way. "You know, my brother, Viserys. He wouldn't be contented with this match, he never believed the dragon should lie with lesser creatures." He said to her, adding to what he had just said.

"Your brother must have a strong imagination, then. We are all just human, you are no more a dragon than I am a wolf, we can also die the same." She told Daeron and the King's expression remained still for the longest time until he started to chuckle, then began to laugh, though it was a peal of quiet laughter.

"On that, we can agree with one another, Lady Stark." He whispered and held out his arm, "Would like to walk with me, those faces seem to enjoy seeing and hearing our conversation." She looked back at his jest and saw the weirwood faces, red sap leaking from their eyes.

She took a deep breath, then linked one of her slender arms with one of his lean one.

"Where shall we be going, if I may ask you?" She questioned Daeron and the man smiled and cleared his throat once more.

"To see my dragons, if it is your wish to go forward with this arrangement, you should get used to seeing them, no?" He asked her and she reluctantly nodded but offered a response with another question of her own.

"You sound as if you are against this choice, are you?" She wanted the truth, she wasn't so interested in a loveless marriage though this is only their first meeting since coming here, she doesn't know him so well as to want him, she made that mistake once with a handsome royal and she would rather not make the same mistake again.

Daeron Targaryen, tilted his face and his silver hair shined in the sunlight, almost like a white cloud.

"I must admit, I am not ready for married life, I loved two women in my life, a third had betrayed me in the East. What's the saying, a third times the charm but the forth is a loss? I apologize if I offend you." He is shielding himself, it made her curious as to who these three women were, and what each one did to be lost by him.

Or what he did to push them away.

Oldtown/Highgarden 

Horras Redwyne led two hundred men to the gates of Oldtown, the largest and without a doubt the oldest city in the Seven Kingdoms.

The eldest and heir to House Redwyne stopped when he saw something atop the gate, the doors were closed, men manned the walls and he thought it strange.

Squinting he frowned in horror as the object atop the gate was the head of Lord Hightower, and two of his sons, Gunthor and Garth. The gates opened and a mixture of Hightower soldiers and 1,000 Lannister men exited the city and readied themselves.

A pair of riders rode towards him, Horras snarled and demanded to know why House Hightower was betrayed and why Lannister men are in the Reach. "What is the meaning of this?!" One of the men wearing the Hightower on his chest removed his helm, he gasped at seeing it was the youngest son of Lord Hightower.

"Run back to your dragonlord, tell him that House Hightower won't stand for traitors and brigands and slave soldiers!" Humfrey Hightower said and Horras looked about the walls.

This explains why House Hightower hasn't marshaled their men at Highgarden, they have been overthrown by Humfrey and a Lannister commander.

The heir to House Redwyne turned his charger and he and his force started their return back to his aunt Olenna, he didn't get far before a volley of arrows fell upon them and a small battle took place, all but twenty of the two-hundred men were able to escape and Horras Redwyne was feathered and fell dead on the grassy field.

Three days it would take, then word of Humfrey's treachery reached House Tyrell at Highgarden, Daeron was in the middle of a conversation with Tyrion, they were speaking about his meetings with the Lady Stark, and what their path is heading for.

"Are you fond of her?" Tyrion asked his King who chuckled at the question, that is almost good but can also be a bad sign.

He and Varys spoke of it at length since then, along with the word coming from House Redwyne, they have prepared their ships and had also met with Asha Greyjoy, she only had one ship and it was a bit disappointing for everyone but that a Greyjoy is reasonable, she is coming to Highgarden to meet them and the King.

The Ironborn are fickle, he is betting that some in Euron's fleet will side with Asha Greyjoy.

"She has been through much, she is distant and untrusting of me." Daeron confided while moving a piece on the board, "Our families have been enemies for a long time, Jorah gave me a book on the Conqueror, it spoke about how the North was originally going to fight him but upon looking at Belarion and Meraxes and Vhagar, King Torrhen knelt instead... Then, my father reignited that hate when he burned a father with his son." He heard Daeron finish, Tyrion smirked and thought about another moment where the Starks had a conflict with House Targaryen.

Near the end of the Dance, the Hour of the Wolf took place when Cregan Stark seized Westeros and led his witch hunt to find who killed King Aegon the second of his name.

"It takes time, many marriages aren't laced with love. You two will grow on one another." Tyrion said and continued while thinking about another topic, "So, Varys reported to me that Grey Worm and the Unsullied have set sail for Casterly Rock, they should be able to seize Lannisport well enough and I have explained to the Commander of a secret passage I placed which should let the Rock fall in two hours." His King smiled gratefully, he sipped from his wine and laid back.

His father practically made him one of the builders of the castle, making sure the sewage and filth went right into the sea. What Lord Tywin hadn't suspected was him making a small passageway for him, he would slip whores into the castle and fuck them then sent them back to Lannisport.

Grey Worm and his men will sneak a hundred within while the main bulk of the Unsullied move up from Lannisport, the men defending Casterly Rock will be fierce, defending their home but the Unsullied will be fighting for something greater, they will be fighting for freedom and the man who gave it to them.

Taking the Rock will show the rest of Westeros that House Lannister is weak, the more ambitious families of the Westerlands will pounce as House Reyne and Tarbeck had done decades ago, one of them being House Lefford who is possibly the most powerful of his father's bannermen.

"I am sure this plan is all well and good, but I- " The door opened and a Tyrell soldier walked in, guided by Barristan and Kovarro.

"What's the matter?" Tyrion asked the man who reluctantly spoke.

"House Hightower has refused to gather, my Lord, my King, they have turned their cloaks for King Tommen of the House Baratheon." Tyrion turned and saw Daeron's face turn cold at the mention of the traitors and took a deep breath.

"... Ready a force to march within the hour, I ride for Oldtown to bring their precious tower to ruin." Daeron commanded and sighed, leaving the room with Barristan and Kovarro following him.

Tyrion imagined and wondered what is going through the minds of Lord Hightower. He went to Varys who had filled them all in, the youngest son had overthrown his father, executing the others who defied his rise as the new Lord of the Hightower and Oldtown.

Baelor Hightower wouldn't be seen until they left Highgarden, weakened and wounded from a fight.

His mixed black and green eyes watched his King fly on Daegon, Vaeleris, and Wildfyre following their brother and father. 8,000 men started their descent on Oldtown and he hopes that Humfrey would fight outside of the city than within, otherwise thousands of innocent men and women and children will be facing a sacking.

King's Landing 

Jaime Lannister removed his helm, throwing open the wagon cage that held one of their most valuable allies.

Qyburn has kept his ears to the ground, hearing much from the camp at Highgarden had caught wind of the transport of prisoners going to the Wall.

His sister asked him to prepare to stop it, so he did. 400 Unsullied, 200 Reacher and Dornish cavalry escorted him. They put up a good fight but fell, all the same, he held out his hand and aided the weary Lord Tarly from his mobile cell.

He wouldn't have done this, the commander was skilled and a leader, but he was defeated and should be forced to the Wall for that defeat. Then the Golden Company and Dornishmen that have camped at Massey's Hook, standing by but ready to pounce once we put our guards down. It isn't going to happen, and now, they have someone who has had more combat experience than anyone in their army.

At current strength, he has six-thousand Lannister soldiers within King's Landing along with two-thousand Goldcloaks and another one-thousand made up of free-riders and mercenaries. Three-thousand Frey men in the Riverlands who are making their way South, and at least four-thousand more Westermen in the Westerlands.

sixteen-thousand in total, and against the many thousands that Daeron Targaryen has behind him. The Vale is silent, couldn't expect help from them on the best of times and now, food has all but stopped coming from the Reach.

The Stormlands lost all fight, losing their King can do terrible things to the morale and courage. Storm's End is all that remains, I pity the bastards. He thought as he wiped away some of the blood from his face.

"Thank you, Ser Jaime, I fear I am the only Tarly you can expect as my son has sworn his sword to the Targaryen boy." A sad thing, especially now that Dickon is the new Lord of Horn Hill.

Randyll's men will follow his son and the Dragon King.

"At least we have you, your military expertise is sorely needed as we seem to be outnumbered." He admitted and the older man nodded, agreeing to his statement.

"The boy's dragons are the worst of it, we need to bring them down and then the Reach may feel they should pull back from supporting Daeron Targaryen, except for House Tyrell." Which consists of just Olenna and her granddaughter who had fled King's Landing after Mace and Loras were killed on the wildfire plot.

It brought back everything, all of his memories during his time as a protector of King Aerys, seeing the unfortunate men hung in the rafters or burned at the stake with the green flame, the agonizing cries of those who were the King's victims and gods, the nights he visited Queen Rhaella and took his 'rights'.

He wanted to do something, he asked Jonothor Darry and said that they are sworn to protect her as well, the knight turned and said aye... But not from him.

Cersei said that the plot was the boy's plan, it was to make her seem the villain and bring the Reach to his cause. He wants to believe her, to believe that he is making the right choice as he had done in allowing the murders of Rhaenys and Aegon, to stem another Mad King from sitting the throne.

But his sister has changed so much, too much and he could scarcely know who she was now. She keeps Tommen close to her, she hardly eats and is always with an armed guard or that monster she made out of Gregor Clegane with Qyburn's help. Everything has changed. He thought as he remembered her saying to him when he returned from his journey with Brienne.

It puts a little perspective in his head, he is a fool and a just as everyone thought he was. In the Riverlands, he wished he could remain there, he wished he wouldn't have come back if it was going to be seeing the Great Sept of Baelor being blown away in the wildfire.

He spent a night killing off all of the Pyromancer's, he should have done so when he killed Aerys, Rossart and the two others. He ordered all of their deaths, he commanded the last of the wildfire to be disposed of, even at his sister's protest.

347 people died, 600 more were wounded and scarred in from fire or rubble. He hated himself for what had happened and all because his sister couldn't stand losing her own power and authority.

He went away inside, it's a thing he had to do during his short time protecting Aerys. He blocked out the cries of pain, the mothers who dug their hands into the ashes that belonged to their children. He put it all in darkness as he rode for the Red Keep and to tell his sister that he had dealt with the Tully rebels.

He went away inside when his sister lied to him, he loved her and wanted to believe her.

He went away inside when he was forced to fuck her, despite how terrified he was of Cersei's uncaring manner to the lowborn mourning in the streets, or when what was left of the regrouped Sparrows he had to slay.

All he can do is go away inside and protect his son, he is still Kingsguard, and he is Lord Lannister of Casterly Rock, he will fight the dragon with his last breath.

"We should get back to King's Landing. The Golden Company and Dornish army at Massey's Hook could begin marching at any moment." He ordered and the freed prisoner joined him with a horse from one of the Reachmen they killed.

The party started their return ride to the capital and back behind their own territory before the sun went down.

Oldtown 

Tyrion and Varys hurried to catch up to Daeron who sat upon a cliff that looked over the oldest city of Westeros.

They both were insistent on going with the King, to meet the early traitors at Oldtown who had overthrown Lord Leyton Hightower. Humfrey had tried and executed his own kin, all but Baelor Hightower who is currently in Highgarden, with a few hundred of his bannermen.

Daeron dismounted from Daegon, Vaeleris and Wildfyre soar above which made the city below ring the bells.

His King is furious, more so when Varys spies heard and told a story of how the Lannister's ambushed the caravan taking Randyll Tarly to the Wall. His sister now has an experienced commander at her side, and the man has been in battle against Daeron, he can advise Cersei and Jaime in fighting the dragons.

It made the King a little more volatile, he has no way to outlet his fury other than in a battle.

"Daeron, if the city is to be sacked, so be it but don't use the dragons." Tyrion urged his King, Barristan, Kovarro, Obara, and Rhakaro met the three a moment after he said this, mounted on their horses which were a little unnerved by Daegon.

"Why shouldn't I, it was them that won us our first battle. I will aim not but the gates, once those are down, our men can move to take the city." Daeron said with a prominent frown on his lips, Varys cleared his throat to speak.

"Even still, innocents will die, let our army do their work and take the city for you," Varys told Daeron who took a deep breath, looking down at Oldtown with a pensive expression.

Obara snarled, "Humfrey murdered his own father, killed two of his brothers and wounded Baelor, he holds his sisters hostage." The Sand Snake said and Humfrey is surely an evil man, he will be punished but there are other ways past this.

"I will take down the gates and the army will take the city," Daeron said with finality before going back to mount Daegon who roared loudly and alerted his brother's, Tyrion sighed deeply and nodded for Barristan and his companions to ride back to Daario.

The army of Daeron Targaryen marched until they were a good half-mile away from the city. Daeron and his dragons disappeared and Humfrey and his Lannister envoy looked at one another in confusion, wondering what they were waiting for.

Then the wind became heavy, a shadow came over the first gate and Vaeleris roared, his red wings spreading and engulfing the gate in flame, the fire destroying it. Daeron and Daegon tore down the Northern gate that is connected to the Honeywine.

Men screamed in terror, some soldiers seeing their comrades on fire.

Daario led the cavalry, a Reachmen named Alyn Ambrose. The infantry followed 4,000 horsemen and knights and began to fight the shocked forces of House Hightower and those of the Lannister force.

The fleet that transported the Westermen were set aflame by Daeron, his dragons burned the ships and the men sailing them. Some of the Hightower ships tried to fight as well, he snarled and shouted out, "Dracarys!" The harbor was glimmering in red and yellow, the many people that weren't armed had fled to their homes to wait out the battle and pray for protection in the many septs.

The Battle of Oldtown lasted an evening, hundreds, possibly thousands on House Hightower were defeated and Humfrey was slain by Barristan Selmy, the Lannister envoy was also killed by a disguised Jorah Mormont. The Targaryen forces lost no more than three hundred and forty-two men.

The Valyrian steel sword was reclaimed from Humfrey's corpse, Alyn sent it with a soldier back to Highgarden where a wounded Baelor was resting.

Tyrion and Varys found one another, after Malora Hightower and her sisters were released and had invited King Daeron into their home.

"It wasn't completely catastrophic, only a building and ninety-seven innocent's were lost," Tyrion said and Varys hummed in agreement, together, they expected Daeron to burn more than the enemy forces, they are slightly relieved that they were wrong the entire time.

"I believe that Oldtown could be an example of what the battle of King's Landing might be, then again, one can only perform the same trick once." Varys said with an ominous tone, he sighed and smiled, "Has the King chosen a Hand, every King needs one." Varys mentioned as they watched Malora and Daeron talk to one another.

"No... I don't believe he has."

Oldtown was initially frightened of the King's arrival, the many had thought the Dragonlord would burn the city down for the sins of another. When Humfrey came back with a fleet of lions than from Lys and sacked his home.

The King has shown strength in this matter, he believes that Daeron will be good for them, for the rest of the Realm.

"We should crown him, here," He spoke aloud and Varys raised an eye at him, "The High Septon is dead, so is most of the highest member of the clergy. We name a new High Septon and baptize the King then crown him as Aegon was crowned when he took six of the Kingdoms." It was a clever plan, especially since his nephew wasn't blessed by the Faith which is now an enemy of his sister.

And so it was done.

A party of nearly two-hundred were gathered in the larger sept of Oldtown, the new High Septon, Septon Aethelred raised the newly fashioned crown that resembled the ancient crown of Aegon the First, red cut rubies covered in Valyrian steel that was given by Archmaester Theobold.

Tyrion, Varys, the rest of House Hightower, Ser Alyn Ambrose, Daario, Barristan and the other three of Daeron's Kingsguard. They all raised their heads high in respect for the King who knelt before the new High Septon.

"I crown thee Daeron of the House Targaryen, the third of your name. King of the Andals, Rhoynar, and the First Men. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm. Long may he reign!" The column echoed the last decree and Daeron stood to his feet, turning to his people with steel in his eyes.

The word is to spread soon enough, the rest of the Kingdoms will know that there King has been chosen by the dominating faith.

Now, now their war with his sister can truly begin.

Jorah Mormont allowed himself to see his King stand tall, like a true ruler that was sorely needed in the last several years, not since Jaehaerys the first has a King stood so great and just.

He was exiled by Daeron but he could not bear to leave his service, he swore to defend, fight, and die for him and he just might do all of this in that order.

"Long may he reign." He whispered softly as his heart began to think about Daenerys, the old bear closed his eyes and turned to leave with everyone else.

The North 

Jon walked the camp of men gathered, it's been nearly a week since he had returned from the grasp of the Stranger.

It felt like a sword being pulled from his chest when he came back, he couldn't breathe right and that wasn't the worst of it.

He executed the men who stabbed him, he made them suffer as he had done, bleeding in the snow. His vow to the Night's Watch, he died, his watch ended when he was stabbed in the heart. Denys Mallister had taken over the Watch after he left it to lead the North.

The great war is still on the horizon, the dead are still coming and he will be ready to face it.

Dark-grey eyes scanned the camp that is preparing to fight House Bolton, although it isn't for the reasons he had originally set out to fight for. It was for his sister, Arya, now it's simply about avenging his brother and destroying House Bolton.

That, and the fact that Arya wasn't actually Arya at all, it was Jeyne Poole, the daughter of his father's steward. Her nose was blackened and was dying from the cold, Tormund helped her get into warmer clothes than what she was wearing and she talked about the attack on Stannis's camp.

Seeing the Princess walking about the camp with her mother and Ser Davos reminded him of just one day ago, he took a deep breath and continued to walk with Ghost.

House Baratheon ends with Shireen, House Stark only has him as he cannot find his little brothers, Bran and Rickon. Davos and Selyse seemed to be in agreement about what they desire, they came to him with a proposal that they said could help both of their Houses.

I am nearly a man, she's only thirteen, Sansa's age when Robert came to Winterfell. He didn't know what to say, or what the Princess even thinks about what Selyse is trying to do.

The former Lord Commander of the Night's Watch stopped and Ghost brushed against his hand, he smiled and scratched the wolf's ear and the direwolf began to wonder once more.

Marriage can wait, for now, they have to defeat Ramsay Bolton, the legitimized bastard of Roose Bolton. He murdered his own father, or so Smalljon Umber had assumed because of the treacherous reputation that Ramsay has.

At current strength, they have seven-thousand men, the Bolton's have five although it would have been six if the Freys hadn't left after the deaths of Roose and his wife and newborn son.

The North is on his side, he has promised the Lords of the North that the direwolf will fly above Winterfell once again.

They will be meeting the enemy in the morning, he allowed a small moment to take in the fresh crisp air of the North before the smell of death comes.

Morning came early as the horns began to blow, he raised from his cot, dressed for battle and walked out of his tent and readied his horse. An hour passes by before the army began to march on Winterfell, his eyes looked passed the rolling hill and saw before them was the army of House Bolton, he saw a few of the other bannermen standing with them.

Worst was seeing several burning flayed men.

Six riders started to ride toward them, he offered the same courtesy and left with Tormund, Smalljon, Sigorn, Lyanna Mormont, and Davos Seaworth.

Ramsay was an ugly bastard, evil pale eyes, messy black hair but in red armor that had the flayed man on it. He and Ramsay glared at one another with venom.

"The Bastard of Winterfell," Ramsay said, speaking his title and he fought back a growl.

"... The Bastard of Bolton." Ramsay didn't try to hide his anger over him calling him a bastard, he wanted to grin at it.

"I am glad you have brought your army here, I need soldiers to fight the Dragon Boy in the South." He almost forgot about the last Targaryen that came to Westeros, Maester Aemon's great-grandnephew who has invaded Westeros to take it from the Lannister's.

"If you expected us to come and kneel to you, bastard, then you are mistaken." Smalljon spat at Ramsay who frowned heavily at the larger man.

"This doesn't have to be a battle, I slaughtered Stannis and skinned him living, I will take his daughter, I will take his wife, I will take the red woman and I will feed all of you to my bitches. Or, you can come off that horse and kneel, bastard. I will pardon you for abandoning the Night's Watch, I will pardon these men and girl behind you." Jon heard Ramsay's threats, how he threatens those under his care and the people he saved from Hardhome.

"... You're right, there doesn't need to be a battle, this is between you, and me. Let us settle this in the old ways." He offered one on one combat, a fair thing instead of letting thousands fight to sit one person in the high tables of Winterfell.

He looked at Ramsay's allies, noticing them looking to their Lord over his hesitance. They think he is weak. He thought as he waited for Ramsay to accept or deny his offer.

Ramsay chuckled and pointed his finger at him, "I have heard about you, Jon Snow, I heard how good others say you are and you might just be that good... But I am better. I don't accept, I will crush your army, then you can meet my girls." He's made him angry, good, then he won't be thinking when the battle begins.

Both parties separated and went back to their respective forces, Jon nodded for Lord Flint who had command of the cavalry with Ser Axel Florent.

Lord Rodrik Forrester cleared his throat, calling for the archers to nock their arrows. Wun Wun grumbled and held on to his weapon, a shaped bludgeon from a pine.

Jon turned his horse and unsheathed his sword, Ghost growled then howled and the battle began.