Starfall…

Allyria was running like the wind to her room, with tears in her eyes and wearing only the sheets to cover, pushing every guard that tried to stop her on the way. When she reached it, Allyria slammed the door, collapsing to the floor immediately, and hugging her knees, she let her sobs out loudly, not carrying that the castle may wake up.

Allyria could not believe this just happened. How did the happiest moment become a disaster by the mere phrase "I am your sister's son." said by the man who she would not expect to see as a nephew and who she had slept with, just a few moments ago, and that now she is feeling quite awful after such revelation not knowing what it means now.

They had been eyeing each other since the moment Jon came through those doors. To stand before her and Ned, she shall never forget that day. It was almost like it was yesterday; he was so handsome and shy. He was carrying the little white direwolf at his side. Still, she turns from her thoughts, and she realizes the worst has yet to come.

They have slept together, and not only did he reveal his mother is her sister, but also the guards have seen me storm out of his room, which makes this a nightmare. She could not believe this was happening. Has she gone mad?

In the meantime….

Jon was still sitting on the floor, rocking, and whispering the same words he did since she left. He couldn't believe that she was his mother's sister. By the old gods, she was about his age. How was it possible that she was his aunt. Even Edric was approaching their age. Not the same, but near.

"Allyria Dayne," he said to himself. "The sister of my mother, Ashara Dayne. What a cruel joke the Old Gods have played on me."

Sighing, Jon thought back to this night. It felt like the happiest night of his life. Being deep inside her, feeling her warm body wrapped in his arms, playing with her hair, staring into her beautiful purple eyes with so much lust, and this side of him wished to devour her again. Still, he paused because he remembered what he revealed to Allyria and her reaction gave him the answer to this great dilemma.

He should have approached the truth better and soften the blow the next day, not during their moment of passion.

"Moment of passion? What the hell, Jon Snow. Stop thinking with your cock," he said to himself, giving some light slaps.

He needs to get out of this room and find someone with whom to talk. He needs Oswell. His friend was the only one that could help him with this. Or at least he hoped that the drunk knight could help him.

So, Getting up and dressing quickly, Jon left his room, heading to Oswell's. Knocking at the door quite insistently, receiving only groans from the other side. Trying the handle, he saw that it was unlocked, and opening the door, and he called his name.

Hearing his friend reply, in a drunken voice, "I'm coming. I'm coming."

"What is it, Snow? You don't know where to put it, and you've come to ask the expert?" Oswell said laughing, and staggering.

"You are drunk? Again?" asked Jon, sighing and closing the door behind him. "Why are you always drunk."

"That's my business. Why have you come to me, boy, in the heart of the night?"

"I have done something very horrible," Jon started, approaching the bed and sitting on it, trying to find the best words to express what he wanted to say, but as usual, Oswell, filing himself a goblet of wine, said, laughing, "Do not tell me that you missed the shoot."

"Can you be serious for once!" shouted Jon, getting angry. "I need your advice, and I want you to be clearheaded when you give it to me, not overwhelmed by goblets of wine."

"All right, Snow. You have all my attention," replied Oswell, leaning against the table, and Jon looking down and taking a long breath, blurted out, "I bedded my aunt."

"What? You need to speak more clearly, Snow. I'm getting old and-"

"I FUCKED MY AUNT!"

The silence was ruling inside the room for a moment, with Jon looking down and keeping his hands in his curly hairs, expecting words of disgust and reprimand from his friend, but what came was a completely different thing. A wave of laughs came from Oswell, and Jon looked at him in confusion.

"Why are you laughing?"

Oswell shook his head, trying to stop from laughing, and filling himself a goblet of wine. Taking a sip, Oswell sighed, saying, "You're making this thing much bigger than it is, Snow."

"Bigger than it is? I fucked my aunt?!" Jon said with greeted teeth, and getting up from the bed, he approached Oswell, "Incest is a sin before the Gods. New and Old!"

"Is that so? Then do tell me, Snow. Why did the Stark marry their niece? Married their cousins. Maybe there were even worse things done, but history decided to cut it off."

Jon has no answer to what Oswell was saying, and who, taking a sip, continued, "What are you feeling, right now, Jon? Or what did you feel the moment you discovered that Allyria Dayne was your aunt? Were you ashamed?"

"No," replied Jon quietly, looking down.

"Well, Jon. Now you have the answer to your dilemma. If you thought that coming down and telling me this, I would have been disgusted, but no. I'm not. Because I know enough of the history of Westeros to know that this happened before. Now. It is all up to you if-" Oswell couldn't finish that armed guards burst in the room.

"What is the meaning of this!" Oswell shouted with an angry face.

"Lord Dayne has summoned you to answer for the accusations, Ser Snow," said the Captain of the guards as the soldiers grabbed him.

"Jon Snow, You are accused of attacking and forcing yourself on Lady Allyria Dayne.

"How do you plead?"

Said Edric in his thin voice, with the maester sitting next to him and guards all around. Strangely she wasn't here.

"Not guilty,"

replied Jon, looking straight into his eyes. "I know what you're thinking right now, Lord Dayne. How can he say he isn't guilty when the guards on duty saw Lady Allyria running through the hallway in tears with only a sheet to her?" Jon said as he approached, and the guards immediately pointed their spears to stop him. "You see, Lord Edric. Before that happened, Lady Allyria came to me. We talked, and then we kissed."

"Watch your tongue, Ser," said the guard, in a treating way.

"As I said, we kissed. She sucked my cock, and she enjoyed it. I licked her pussy, and she enjoyed it. Then I-"

"Jon. What have you done?" said the maester that till now stayed in silence.

"I slept with one of the most beautiful women I ever saw. And she enjoyed it very much. I know that my uncle once said, A bloody sword is a beautiful thing. And I can only agree with him regarding that. But that beautiful night became a nightmare with my revelation."

"What revelation?" asked Edric, but before he could say who he was, more soldiers burst in the great hall, led by a man. He was tall with silver hair and a straight dark one.

"Greetings, nephew. I heard that you had troubles with a certain bastard, and I came here to help you with him," the men said while turning towards him. Leaning towards him, he said,

"I'm Ser Gerold Dayne, and I know who you are."

At hearing that, Jon gives a header, making Gerald Dayne fall backward, and the guards grab him immediately.

"TAKE HIM TO THE DUNGEONS!" screamed Gerald Dayne, holding his nose, and the guards dragged him away.

Allyria curled in bed. The morning lights were coming through the windows as she tried to cover her eyes. She was still naked as the night before, but she no longer was crying. She didn't know what she was feeling, but what Allyria felt was that she needed a long hot or cold bath, or maybe a swim in the sea.

Suddenly she hears a knock at her door and slowly gets up to put something on. Opening it, she saw it was the Maester Gerardys.

"What is it, Maester?"

"Ser Gerald is here."

"What? When did he arrive?"

"Don't know, my lady. But he seems to be aware of the situation," the Maester replied, and Allyria, pushing him away, rushed to the great hall, hoping to find Edric and him there.

Upon entering, she saw him sitting at the great table, legs up and eating an apple. Without hesitation, she rushed towards him and pushing his legs down, and she asked, "What are you doing here, Gerold?"

"Good morning to you too, sweet cousin? You are charming as always."

"Don't play with him these games, Gerold, and go straight to the point."

Getting up and looking her in the eyes, he said, "Isn't it clear? I want to protect our House Reputation that was already stained so many times. First Ashara with that Northman. Arthur, losing to him. And now you are bedding his son. Or should I say our nephew?"

"Who told you?"

"Don't think I don't have spies here," he said, smirking, and she furrowed her eyebrows, crossing her arms. "And anyway, I'm here to advise our dear nephew regarding lordship. Of course, I'm referring to the one that you didn't fuck."

And she immediately slaps him, moving away, and heads in search of Edric. She needs to clear this situation and primarily protect him from Gerold, who wanted to be Lord of Starfall and wield Dawn.

Sunspear...

The moment she left the Great Hall where her father and brother were, Arianne headed furiously straight to her room, wanting some time alone to herself and cry because of this cruel fate. On her way, she saw her cousins Obara, Nymeria, and Tyene. She immediately rushed at her younger cousin and lover, wrapping her arms around her neck, crying, and wanting her support and comfort.

Between her sobs, she could hear them ask in concern why she was crying but suddenly guards surrounded them, pointing the spears at her cousin, who was confused by it.

"What is the meaning of this?" asked Obara, pointing her spear, ready to strike, as Arianne pulled away from her lover and cleaned her tearful eyes.

At that moment, she saw Areo Hotha step forward, saying, "You are to be confined to your chambers until told by your father to summon you, little Princess."

She gasped at hearing that, and as sudden anger took her, Arianne rushed towards the Norvoshi priest, "I am your princess and future ruler of Dorne. You will not confine me because my father ordered you."

"Don't make this situation more difficult than it already is, little Princess," Areo replies, before two guards grabbed her by the forearms, and rising the halberd, he said to her cousin. "And you, don't try something stupid, and put to the test my patience."

And after that, they dragged her to the Spear Tower, where all the highborn usually were imprisoned, till the end of the punishment or their death.

"You won't get away with this!" Arianne was yelling at them as they pushed her in and shut the door behind them. And she keeps screaming out the top of her lungs only to hear silence, before falling to the floor sobbing and asking why he was doing this to her? His daughter and rightful heir by law.

Next day…

She only spent one day in this damn tower, and she already thought she was becoming mad. She cried half the night, while the other one she spent trying to get some rest. She missed the beautiful Tyene. Her arms wrapped around her, her tongue licking her wet folds and her mouth wrapped around her hard-dark nipples.

However, the previous night it wasn't her cousin's lover, the one he had dreamed about and craved but someone else. A man, He was tall and well built, his rough hands wandering over her body, squeezing her big breast and ass. His cock thrusting hard and fast, before spilling his seed deep inside her and shifting to a While Wolf with red eyes, howling before a moon in a ceiling full of stars. She didn't see his face, but she felt his strong arms wrapped around her. It must be for sure her body craving for a man. But she hopes that the wolf would last more than Dalt and spill inside her and not on her thighs before even getting inside.

Suddenly she heard the door being unlocked, and she immediately rose, looking at it and seeing her cousins enter, and she asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Don't try something that you may regret?" said one of the soldiers at the door before closing it, leaving them alone.

"One day, I will cut his balls. If he will repeat such things," said Obara, as Tyene sat down on the bed next to her.

"We heard what happened, Ari," Tyene said, taking her hand. "Uncle has gone mad this time, confining you here and marrying you off to that mad Targaryen."

"Yes, he is, but it's not like I have any choice, do I?"

"There's always a choice, cousin," Obara told her as she huffed. Arianne shook her head, sighing, "I'm afraid not this time, Obara. My father has made his choice for me. Now I have to wait here, in this tower, until my husband arrives."

No one of her cousins said anything, and so Ariane, sighing again, added, "After I heard this despicable match, I was thinking of my mother and how much I missed her and needed her advice and help. A few days ago, I wanted to sail to Norvos and find her, but now being confined here has ruined my plans, and I need to thank my father for this."

She was angry with her father right now for locking her here, her mother for leaving her, and that frog face of her brother for being an asshole and stealing her heritage.

But was Nym the one to break her thoughts, saying, "You still may go?" Therefore, caching her attention, and as she was looking at her, "We will help you escape. We know Sunspear like the back of our pam, cousin. And we will also join you on your journey to Norvo to find your mother if that is what you truly wish."

Arianne thought about this possibility for a moment, wondering if it could work or not. Swallowing, she asked, "But how will you get me out of here with my father's guards guarding the door and especially Areo Hotha? It would be suicide."

"Do not worry, cousin. That bearded priest will soon meet his God," Obara said, smirking and hearing that Arianne immediately got up. "I don't want you to harm him."

"We will see."

"Obara. I warn you. Don't do it," Arianne warned her, and Nym stepped between them too, saying, "We won't kill him. But we will make sure that he is out for a few days. Tyene will do it."

Hugging her, Nym whispered, "Tomorrow will happen." And they moved towards the door, leaving the room, in which the only ones left were her and Tyene.

Arianne moved toward the window, looking outside for a moment before closing her eyes and asking, "And you, Tyene? Will you come with me?"

Her cousin didn't reply, but she could beat that her lover was approaching her, and once she wrapped her arms around Arianne's middle, she whispered, "You know I will, Ari. I would follow you till the end of this earth."

And turning, Arianne kissed her beautiful lips for a moment, slowly, but knowing that they had not much time. The guards may break in and find them this way, and word may reach her father, which she doesn't want. Not yet.

Remember the words of your house, Ari. The place that you one day will lead," Tyene replied, and she left, she said them. "UNBOWED. UNBENT. UNBROKEN."

Arianne smiled, turning to the window, as Tyene closed the door. Soon she will leave this place.

Winterfell…

Ned was sitting on the trunk of the Heart tree, tending to Ice, and praying to the Old Gods, even though it had been a long time since he had felt them.

Jon's words of the day he escaped still rang in his head."The Old Gods are angry with you. They demand retribution for your unfaithfulness to them."

Was it like that? Were the Old Gods angry with him for building a Sept for Catelyn and breaking his promise to Ashara? And what will become of his children? Robb is to become the new lord after him. If he too has lost the Old Gods' favor, this means he will have a short life.

"Are you still asking the Old Gods to forgive you for what you have done years ago?" said a voice that Ned hadn't heard for a very long time.

Looking in the direction, he saw his younger brother standing a few feet away from him, with a stern and cold expression, and sighing, he returned his back to ice, saying.

"Ben. I'm not in the mood for a fight."

"Who says I'm here for a fight?"

"Well, then why are you here? Why did you leave that cold place?" he asked as he kept stroking Ice.

"Words fly fast in the north, and I rode like the wind of the north to Winterfell, hoping to find him still here and finally save him from your clutches."

"Didn't you do enough damage to our House years ago, Ben?! You want to do more!" shouted Ned as he stood up, and memories from after the rebellion immediately reappeared.

Years before…

As soon as he returned from the South, with the lifeless body of his sister and the baby, Ned headed straight into the Godswood, ignoring everyone in his way, and in front of the heart tree shouted, "Why?! Didn't you take enough away from me?! Why her too?!" and falling to the cold ground in tears as her voice keeps chanting in his mind. 'It' your fault! It's your fault!'

"Ned?" He heard his younger brother call him, but he didn't turn towards him, still on his knee before the heart tree. "I'm sorry, brother. It's all my fault."

"If I hadn't helped her. If I had stopped her from doing such a step. All of them would still be alive," Ben said, and hearing that Ned immediately stood up. Sniffing and cleaning his tears with the back of his hand, as he approached him, Ned asked, "What do you mean with that, Ben?"

"I helped Lya run with the Prince and-"

"What did you say?" asked Ned, with furrowed eyes, and feeling how his heart was beating fast, the breath increased, and sudden anger started to light up inside him.

"I never imagined it would end this way. With them dead. I just wanted to save our sister from a marriage-" Ned gave him a powerful punch, not letting him finish.

Benjen fell to the ground, placing his hand on the jaws, as he was looking at him with widened eyes, but Ned didn't care. He felt rage right now, as his breath was fast.

"You should have never done that! Everything could have been avoided if only you had minded your own business!"

"It's your fault too, Ned!" this time, it was Benjen who shouted, getting up. "If you didn't insist so much for her union with Your so-called friend Robert Baratheon she would have never done that!"

"And you destroyed our family!" screamed Ned, throwing another punch at his brother, and then another and another, till he fell to the ground, and Ned still kept punching him. "Lya, father, Brandon, would still have been alive. She would have still been alive!"

Benjen tried to defend himself but in vain. He was younger and weaker than him, and getting up, he said, "Now because of you I am forced to will the staff of Lordship you will suffer the consequences of your making. You will join the Night Watch, and you will leave tomorrow."

Benjen, with his face full of blood, started to get up off the ground, and spitting blood, said, "Would you have the guts to exile me to the wall? Your last brother?"

"You betrayed your family the moment you chose to do that," Ned said, with bitterness in his voice. "And you should remember that we may be brothers, but we aren't equals. Not from this day."

"No. We aren't brothers anymore. My brothers are the Night Watch since you are forcing me to join them, Benjen said, leaving the Godswood limping.

Present...

"Yes. I did. But what happened to House Stark is also your fault. And you know it. 'Robert Baratheon is a good man, Lya,' you said. 'He will change for you, Lya.' And how many other lies have you told her about your precious friend."

"Enough with the past, Ben. I have preparation to do for the King's arrival, so tell me why you came to Winterfell," Ned said, tired of this squabble.

"I'm here to speak with the King regarding the sending of prisoners to the Wall."

"You will have the chance for it but not today," Ned replied, leaving the Godswood.

All of Winterfell gathered in the courtyards to welcome the king. Robb was still sulking and trying to hide his wounded pride behind anger or forced smiles, while Greyjoy in his jokes.

The galloping and shouting of the crowd were heard in the distance, and he knew that the king was near, but suddenly he heard his wife ask, "Where's Arya? Sansa, where's your sister?" and he immediately started to look around in search of his daughter. Still, then he saw her running with a helmet on her head, and Ned immediately stopped her, "Hey, hey, hey, hey. What are you doing with that on?" and pulling it off from her head, before passing it to Ser Rodrick.

"Move!" his daughter said, pushing Bran, and Ned chuckled. The two were always rivals. Just like Benjen and Lya. Lya. Remembering his sister always brings sadness to his heart.

Looking to the gates, Ned saw the horse enter the yard. A Kingsguard first then immediately following a young golden-haired boy, who for sure must be the prince. After them came the coach, carrying the queen and her ladies for sure, followed by the king. His old friend, Robert, definitely changed, who once was lean and muscular, now fat and red-faced. Everyone kneeled, only to rise when the King signaled it.

"Your Grace."

"You've got fat," the king said in his loud voice before he starts to laugh and move to his wife. "Cat!"

"Your Grace."

Returning his attention to him, the King said, sighing, "Nine years. Why haven't I seen you? Where the hell have you been?"

"Guarding the North for you, Your Grace. Winterfell is yours," Ned replied, even though it wasn't the real reason. In the meantime, the queen came down from the couch and with her, her other two children, while the king moved his attention to his children. She was indeed a sight to behold, and it seems she didn't lose her beauty in time still, as he remembers her years before in the temple of Baelor. A dangerous woman.

"Who have we here? You must be Robb. What happened, boy?"

"A hunt going bad," Robb replied, lying, "I'm not very good with lance and bow, as I'm with a sword."

The king started to laugh, looking back at him, "I see it's a common trait between starks, isn't so, Ned?"

Ned didn't reply, just nodded, as the king moved to Sansa, "My, you're a pretty one." But when he stopped at Arya, Ned heard his sister's name. "Lyanna?"

"No. My name is Arya," his daughter replied, and Ned saw the stunned face of the King before moving to Bran. "Ooh. Show us your muscles. You'll be a soldier."

His attention drifted away from the stunned king when the queen approached, and Jon, kissing her hand, greeted her, "My queen."

"My queen."

"Take me to your crypt. I want to pay my respects," Robert said, and Ned glanced at the queen, seeing her face in anger and trying to hide it.

"We've been riding for a month, my love. Surely the dead can wait."

"Ned."

As they walked through the crypts, Robert said, "From the look of your son, I bet the stories that run through the North are true.

"What stories?" Ned asked, being ignorant of the situation, even though he knew what he was talking about.

"Your bastard beat the heir," Robert said, stopping for a moment and looking him straight in the eye, waiting for an answer.

"A small squabble between brothers."

"Yes," he said, laughing, "But anyway, the reason why I'm here in the north is that I need you in the South. Lord Eddard Stark, I would name you the Hand of the king.

And Ned immediately kneels, not believing his ears, "I'm not worthy of the honor."

"I'm not trying to honor you. I'm trying to get you to run my kingdom while I eat, drink, and whore my way to an early grave," the king laughably replied before patting his arm. "Damn it, Ned, stand up. You helped me win the Iron Throne. Now help me keep the damn thing. We were meant to rule together, and you know that. If your sister had lived, we would have been bound by blood. Well, it's not too late. I have a son. You have a daughter. We'll join our Houses."

At hearing that, Ned's heart stopped for a moment. No. It can't be. He can't take his daughter to that shithole of a city that they call Capital. But the king walked away before he could even say something against the decision.

"Did you have to bury her in a place like this?" Robert said, stopping before Lyanna's statue. "She should be on a hill somewhere with the sun and the clouds above her."

"She was a Stark of Winterfell," Ned said quietly. "This is her place." Where all of them belong, all except his descendants, it seems, according to Jon.

"She belonged with me," Robert said quite angrily, and with bitterness in his voice, as he touches Lyanna's stoned face. "In my dreams, I kill him every night."

"It's done, Your Grace. Rhaegar Targaryen is dead and with him all the other members of House Targaryens."

"Not all of them," the king replied with a dark look, and Ned didn't have the courage to ask more. At least not yet. That was an argument for another day.

Pentos…

Elia was in the cabin that she shared with her daughter, getting ready to arrive in Pentos where the two remaining Targaryen should be. She was quite excited about meeting them but at the same time afraid that the two Targaryens would not want to be with her, forget the Iron Throne and especially the revenge against the Usurper, which will bring nothing but destruction and death. Theirs or the enemies.

"You are too pensive, mother," came her daughter's voice, hugging her, and Elia chuckled, sighing, and caressing Rhaenys' hand.

"Thoughts about the future and how they might react to our presence," answered Elia.

"We are the last remaining members of House Targaryen, mother. I doubt that they will be hostile to us."

"I hope that's what they will think too," answered Elia. Well, Viserys Targaryen mainly, although she doubted it. He was as mad as his father, and even Rhaegar saw signs of it in his youth. Not to mention the fact that he also hated Dorne, like his father.

Oberyn stood up to fill himself a goblet of pale ambers, which wasn't even near as good as the Dornish reds.

Then taking a sip, he said, "I hope that now that you have wed my niece by proxy, we can start the negotiation regarding the alliance."

He stopped to take another sip, releasing a pleased moan, before continuing.

"Besides the marriage with Princess Arianne, my brother, the Prince of Dorne, demands that you give your sister's hand in marriage to his heir."

"Absolutely not," replied the beggar king, chuckling. "My sister will marry someone else."

"I don't think you are in the position to deny, Prince Viserys. You have no army, no allies, no dragons. And the only one to willingly support you right now is my house, my land,"

replied Oberyn, approaching the young man and gazing down at him, trying to be as intimidatory as possible. "Your marriage with the princes is worthy of ten thousand men. If you want the full support of my House and all the fifty thousand men from the Dornish Army, you need to give us your sister too."

The young Targaryen got up, trying to be royal and intimidating, "Do not think that you know my plans, Martell. When I land in Westeros with my army, I will punish all those who denied their support to my cause or tried to demand conditions thinking I'm a beggar."

Oberyn wanted to laugh in his face for his words, but he held it back, and taking a sip while moving away, said, "So be it. But you will land in Dorne first. After all, you need to consume the marriage."

"I will land where I want, not where you say. And that slut of your niece will open her legs in the royal bed of the Red Keep. Not in that shit hole that you call home," the Targaryen replied with arrogance and contempt, and Oberyn clenching his fist tried to call all his strength not to cut his head right now.

Drinking all the content of the goblet and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Oberyn turned towards the Targaryen, saying, "As you wish, your grace. We will meet again in Westeros when you land."

With that, he left the hall, followed by the guards and Ellaria, who muttered a "cunt."

"He is a real cunt, you know?"

Ellaria said as they were walking through the streets of the market full of people.

"Yes. But you know my brother's orders. 'Don't fuck it up, Oberyn.'" he replied, mocking Doran and laughing added, "It was the first time I heard him say that word."

"Your brother is a spineless man who doesn't know how to defend his people, sells his family for almost nothing, and especially doesn't try to avenge his sister," Ellaria snarled.

But in that same moment, as he was ready to reply to his paramour, Oberyn saw someone that he thought died a long time ago, but who disappeared with the blink of an eye.

He immediately started to move through the crowd, quickly, pushing them away, and heading in the direction where he saw whatever it was.

The alley that he reached was empty, and glancing right and left, and he could see nothing. There was no one. Was it a joke of his mind?

"Elia," Oberyn whispered his dead sister's name, sighing sadly.

"Oberyn? Are you alright?" came Ellaria's voice, asking with wordiness and wrapping her arms around him.

"Yes. It's just….I thought I saw my sister Elia?"

"Elia? How is it possible? She died during the rebellion," his lover said, confused, and Oberyn only shook his head. "It was just a joke of my mind. Let's leave this place."

Her heart was beating as fast as the charge of a thousand galloping horses, and she tried to calm herself, taking long breaths, while her daughter was peeking from behind the corner to make sure that he was gone.

Elia would have never expected to find her brother here in Pentos, considering that this place was not much to his liking, but it was an unwelcome surprise. She still was angry with him for not coming to help them during the rebellion, not to mention the fact that Doran didn't even send the full army of Dorne.

"He is gone," Rhaenys said, approaching her, and with crossed arms asked, "I still don't understand why you are hiding from Uncle Oberyn? We Both Know he would have helped us."

"Helped and pushed us to take the bloody throne, which I don't want," Elia replied, swallowing and feeling her heart starting to beat rapidly. "I want revenge as much as you want, but this isn't the right moment, and Oberyn and Dorne are not enough. Now, let's find Illyrio's mansion and reunite with your uncle and aunt."

With that, she took her daughter by the hand and started to move through the alleys, heading in the direction where the captain showed her Illyrio's mansion was.

"Well, for sure, this man doesn't lack the coin to run his pleasure and mansion," said Rhaenys with contempt in her voice when they reached Illiryo's palace.

"Well, he is a merchant of spice. I'm sure he has plenty of money and is hoping to gain even more thanks to House Targaryen and your uncle," Elia replied as she looked at the Mansion. It has high brick walls, with iron spikes a top. The main gate was massive, but no guard was outside. "Come, daughter," Elia said, starting to move towards the gates.

Knocking at the door, Elia saw it being opened by two Unsullied and a man approaching the entrance, "What may I do for you, ladies?"

"I would like an audience with Magister Illyrio."

"Magister Illyrio is busy. Come another day, and he will receive you," the man replied, turning around and ready to leave, but she immediately rushed after him to stop, only to be blocked by the two Unsullied. "Tell the magister that I'm Elia Martell, and I'm here to see the Targaryens."

The man looked at her with widened eyes, and, glancing at Rhaenys, before nodding to the Unsullied, and they both were led through the hallways, towards where the great hall was.

Upon entering the great hall, she saw that three people were sitting at a great table, and the man that accompanied them immediately ran to him, whispering in his ear, and who got up immediately.

"Is it you, Princess Elia?"

"Yes. And I'm here for my kin," she replied, approaching the table, glancing at all of them. The man that spoke was quite fat, with yellow hairs, a biforked beard, pig eyes, and fat cheeks, wearing a long orange robe.

The next one was a gaunt young man with hard lines in his face and a feverish look in his eyes that were the color pale lilac. His silver hair was tied in a ponytail, and he was wearing a robe with the emblem of House Targaryen. Indeed he looked like her late husband, maybe not so tall as he was, but he for sure didn't resemble the little boy she knew in the Red Keep.

But the girl, who she assumed was Daenerys, was the spite portrait of her mother except for the eyes that were purple like her father's.

"I'm sure you are exhausted, princess," the fat man said, waving to someone, "This good man will accompany you to one of the rooms."

I will not move from here until I have spoken to the Targaryens," Elia said in a challenging tone, not expecting Viserys to speak, "I will speak with you when I'm pleased, not when you want, dornish slut."

"Speak to my mother again like that, and I will open you from cock to throat," Rhaenys intervened, stepping forward. The dragon was awakening, but she didn't want a clash between them and especially didn't want her daughter being called a kinslayer.

"What did you say?" screamed Viserys, hitting the table with his fist, jolting the sister that was sitting next to him.

"Nothing. We will speak once you are ready, my Prince," Elia intervened, taking her daughter by the hand, not wanting a clash between them, and especially didn't want her daughter being called a kinslayer. "Patience, Rhaenys."

Starfall…

It had been two days since he had been locked up in the cells of Starfall by his cousin, Edric, and since then, none of the members of his so-called family came to visit him.

"Well. I guess we have to accept our fate as prisoners," said Oswell, from the other cell. "At worst, they will cut your balls and tongue for what you did. However, if we are lucky, they're going to send us to the Wall and take the black, so we will spend all our life fighting against the wildlings with the only thing to warm us up, that liquid piss they call wine."

"How do you know?"

"How do you know what?"

"What tastes like piss? Have you tasted it to know that the wine tastes like piss?" Jon asked ironically, tired of his complaints about the wine. But before Oswell had a chance to answer, they heard the prison doors open, and looking towards the stairs, he saw two guards come down with torches in their hands, and behind them, there was the woman who had plagued his mind for the past hours and even days.

"Take him upstairs," she said, pointing at Oswell before turning her attention at him. "I need some time alone with my nephew." and using that word hurt him very much because it brought back the guilt he was feeling. Even though, deep down, he was not ashamed.

"But my lady. Lord Edric-"

"Do as I command, soldier," she said, turning towards the man with furrowed eyebrows, and the soldier nodded, bowing, and opening the cell, taking Oswell away in chains, who was smiling shouted,

"Don't worry, Snow. If I'm lucky enough, they may give me a sip of sweet dornish wine!"

Now they were left alone, and no one of them seems to want to start. Allyria looked straight at him, with intertwined hands in front of her belly, while Jon was trying to avoid the eye contact, looking right and left.

"Do you know that your fate is in my hands right now?"

She said, breaking the silence and with a certain coolness. Jon decided not to answer the question because he knew it perfectly well.

"Were you telling the truth when you confessed to Edric that you didn't know we were related before you went to bed with me?"

"Yes. It was the truth. But I doubt it matters now, doesn't it?"

He said, gardening towards her and getting up from where he was sitting.

"And anyway, you shouldn't have bothered to come and tell me this. I know what my fate is."

"You know, Jon? When I went to your room that night, I didn't do it because I wanted to be fucked, but to talk. I wanted to know you,"

Allyria began before stopping, looking down for a moment, and even though it was quite dark, Jon could see tears coming down her cheeks. She immediately cleaned them away before taking a breath and continuing.

"Sure. I desired you. By the gods, I have wanted you from the moment you set foot in the Great Hall, but in addition to that, I wanted to know you better. I wanted to know more about the man who was hiding behind the bastard name and who asked hospitality to Lord Dayne."

"And do tell me, my lady? Do you spread your legs to all the wanderers who -" he couldn't finish that a slap came to his face, and Jon immediately backed away.

"How dare you!" she screamed in tears, turning around and starting to cry silently.

Jon bit his tongue because of that and wanting to punch himself for what he said. He didn't want to hurt her, but anger took over him.

"Ally. I'm sorry,"

Jon started, sighing.

"I didn't mean what I said. I…. Old Gods, I don't know what to say. I'm overwhelmed by different moods and different thoughts. Inside me, there is a battle for dominance between my head and my heart. Between What is right and what I desire." he stopped, not knowing how to express. What else to add without hurting her.

"What is your mind saying, Jon?" she asked, sniffing, but still with the back at him.

Jon leaning against the bars, releasing a long sight, and closing his eyes, says,

"My mind said that what we did was wrong. That Incest is a sin before the old and new gods."

"And your heart?"

"That I should not let you go. That what I'm feeling is right and that I should hope you hop over my shoulder and leave this place. Sail with you to the Free Cities and live our lives together away from this place."

And she started to giggle.

"Oh, how sweet. The bastards and the whore?" a voice interrupting them, and looking up the stairs, he saw Gerold Dayne descend them.

"What are you doing here, Gerold?"

Allyria asked, crossing her arms, and Jon, too, tried to raise his guard. This man, since the first moment, seemed dangerous.

"I always warned them that the boy doesn't have the guts to rule such a great House like this one. Neither my dear late cousin who left the man that killed his brother away with his bastard and his sister's body."

"Edric will become a much better man than you could ever hope to be."

"Boy, not man. He is a weak boy without balls, that doesn't even know how to keep his words, breaking alliances and hosting treacherous bastards who end up seducing his aunt."

"The only treacherous bastard here is you. We all know that. And I warned Edric about you."

"What did you do?"

He asked in a dangerous tone that Jon didn't like, and soon, he saw Gerold pin her against the bars.

Jon immediately intervened, hitting him in the face, and Allyria running away, called for the guards.

"You bastard!"

Gerold Dayne said, holding his bloody nose again, running away in the other direction, and screaming,

"You will pay for this bastard!"

A few moments later, he saw Allyria come down, followed by guards. "Jon, are you alright?"

"He ran away."

"Yes. I know," Allyria replied as the guards were opening his cells. "You are free, Jon. I spoke with Edric about what happened, about the situation. He understood, but he wants to talk with you."

"I see," was the only thing he said before pulling her in a kiss. Allyria, even if it was unexpected, returned the kiss and allowed his tongue the entrance.

Breaking away, she said,

"This changes nothing. I'm still angry with you, and we need to sort it. Not tonight, but another day. For now, you go back to your room."

And he was escorted away.