King's Landing

A certain young little lion was wandering through the halls of the red keep holding his cat little Lya in his arms closely, he continued to walk through endless empty couriers until reaching his destination.

He stopped in front of his Uncle Tyrion's chambers, " Mother will be angry if she finds out I disobeyed her orders' ' he thought.

The young Lannister cub had asked his mother if he could speak with uncle Tyrion but she had claimed he was busy with his duty as hand of the king and had no time to converse with him.

But he didn't believe that usually his Uncle Tyrion was very kind  to him and Celia, sometimes he would read to them old Westeros tales.

After debating whether or not he should disobey his mother's words , he made up his mind and knocked on the door and waited for a reply.

Within seconds, the door opened revealing Podrick.... " Your grace " the Payne boy greeted.

" Is my uncle here  " Tommen asked.

" Podrick, who's at the door " The Little lord  called out from inside.

" It's Prince Tommen, my lord " Podrick answered, opening the door widely letting the prince in.

" My favorite nephew.... come, come " Tyrion said, gesturing to him to take a seat.

The young golden cub took a seat, " I'm sorry to disturb you, Uncle I know you're very busy and all ".

" Nonsense, I'll always have time to spare for you,  So what's on your mind " Tyrion smiled.

Tommen started to twiddle with his hands nervously, his eyes positioned on the ground below him....... " I have a question to ask "

" Will, Uncle Stannis hurt Joff badly ... Mother says he's a traitor and wishes to see Me and Joff head's on spikes because he  wishes to be king " the young Lannister blurted out.

Tryion shook his head silently cursing  out his sister for telling such things to Tommen, he was a boy and didn't need to hear topics like that, But life wasn't a song and one day his nephew would see that.

A few moments of silence passed by before he found his voice again and spoke up, " He doesn't wish to hurt you guys necessarily only our soldiers "

" But Joff said Uncle Stannis would silt my throat if he could. '' The young prince mumbled.

" Don't listen to your brother, he doesn't know anything about what he's talking about, " Tryion commented.

" Why is Uncle Stannis attacking us, we're his family and family are supposed to stay together not be against each other " Tommen questioned.

Tryion glanced over to Podrick who glanced back at him, the two unsure what to say to the young prince.

" I don't know, sometimes people can be cruel " He lied.

" Perhaps, we could try to make peace with him or come to an agreement " the lion cub suggested.

The clever lion let out a chuckle at his nephew's comment,  " Stannis Baratheon is not a easy man to treat with, the only agreement he'll come to is with our heads all on spikes " he thought.

" Your Uncle has made up his mind already, your grace he is not the type of man to settle " Podrick spoke up.

" I know he's a cold steel man but he can also be kind at times..... He once gifted me a dagger for my 6th name day " The young lion said.

" Tommen, I don't think he is  going to agreeing anything we offered to him he's mind is made up " The Lion tried to explain to his nephew.

" But can't we try again..... I mean, thousands of people must die over some stupid iron chair, that's how the Targaryen dynasty collapsed because countless of them were fighting each other over the iron throne " Tommen commented.

" Dance of the dragons is an example of that, where the two half siblings Aegon and Rhanerya Targaryen fought each other against the seven kingdoms..... Dragons vs dragons, brother vs sister " he added.

"  We will try to figure something out but for now don't worry everything shall be fine " Tryion said.

A  small smile formed on the young lion's face, " Thank you, Uncle "

Tommen was a lover of histories, that's for sure. And if there was a match he wanted, it would be with someone who understands histories like him. An idea popped into his head, making him run back into his uncle's room.

“Uncle! I… I have an idea! Remember when Cella wrote to the Martells? I could try that with Shireen. She's nice, intelligent and pretty despite her grayscale. " he rambled.

" Tommen, I'm not sure if that's the wisest idea " Tryion warmed. .

" I can't know that if I don't try, " he mumbled.

" Your mother will kill me if she finds out " the lion signed.

" Then we'll make sure she won't " Tommen smirked.

" Alright, write away " Tryion said, agreeing to his nephew's plan and passing him some ink along with paper.

The little lion began to write the proposal, determined to make things better for his family, perhaps Shireen could change her father's mind about invading them unaware that his plan would fail.

If 'Cella can do it, so can I.

For a boy so young, he already had plans for the future. He had always admired Shireen. Like her name, she was sweeter than a raspberry tart, as kind as Cella, and just as intelligent as Lya was…. He didn't care if he was Joffrey's brother; he was not that cruel.

Thanking his uncle, he emerged from the room with a well-written letter, hoping to send it to Dragonstone in time.
 

      
                  One week later

Meanwhile, a  pair of magicians were on a mission… Fuyutsuki and Hayate were flying in the skies until a source of red energy shot towards them in the sky, nearly hitting them, the two dodged the attack and flew higher in the clouds.

" Come and face me magicians don't be cowards, the Lord of light dislikes cowards " a familiar voice said in their head.

" The red priestess, what does that old demon  want now? " Hayate huffed.

The two flew down below and towards the trees, they felt the red priestess magic nearby the area and flew down to the ground.

The large crows shapeshifted back to their original human form, " Hello, Hayate long time no see old friend " a voice said behind them.

The two turned around seeing Melisandre standing there with a smirk.

" Melisandre, what do you want?  " the old spirit demanded.

" Shouldn't you be with your Baratheon king or lover whatever he is to you " he added.

" He has all the support he needs already " She responded, glancing at her old friend.

" You haven't changed one bit… still the same sentimental man as you've always been, never seeing the bigger picture  " Melisandre commented 

" What do you want from us Lady Melisandre?" Fuyutsuki asked, tired of the small talk.

" I see you two are serving the young ice dragon, how is she doing, has she given birth yet " Melisandre questioned.

" That is no concern to you " Hayate hissed.

" Why of course it is, the Lord of light now leads me towards the young ice dragon and asks that I guide her " The red priestess answered.

" Lya doesn't need you, she has all the support she already needs and has no use for someone like you " the sorcerer said.

" What does your lord of light want with her? " Hayate questioned, staring at the red priestess.

" Two great prophecies are to come, one the promised prince and the other the ice dragon and the golden lion, they must come to pass no matter what " She replied.

" The ice dragon and the golden lion must remain together or all will be lost, their love is strained now but it shall be repaired " she added.

" Well that's not going to happen, the lion of the settling sun has all but ruined everything,  our young ice dragon has moved on from him and starting  new '' Fuyutyski states.

The red priestess shook her head disappointment at the news " You two mustn't let this happen, she can't drift away from the Lord Jaime they need each other, the two are destined to play a big part in the prophecy "

"  She has made her mind up already, we respect her decision and are not going to try to change it " The old spirit exclaimed.

" You fools, do you have any idea what will happen if those prophecies don't come to pass…. Westeros will seek to exist and all of the seven  kingdoms will die out " Melisandre exclaimed.

" The only fool here is you and we will not hear anymore of it " Hayate commented.

The two were about to fly off until a red source of energy sent them flying back against the tree harshly.

Melisandre stepped towards the two magicians, her eyes glowing crimson and her hands flowing with red magic.

" If you do not listen to what the Lord of light commands you to do then I will, Lyarra needs a new guide and teacher, the two of you will only ruin her '' she said in a deep rich voice.

The two got up from the ground, their eyes beginning to glow a blackish and white color and glared at the red priestess darkly.

" Stand down, " Fuyutsuki ordered.

" I think not, " Melisandre snarled, eyeing the two of them.

" This is the last chance we will grant you this small mercy Melisande, stand down or we will destroy you " Hayate threatened.

" Not if I burn you two first " The red priestess hissed, forming a fireball in her and threw it at them.

Within seconds, a magical battle erupted between the three….. magic flowed around them.

Large flames began to erupted all around them, Melisande continued her attacks while blocking their upcoming attacks.

Hayate began to feel himself beginning to feel his old spirit begin to tire out, the old crow's eyes began to glow and turned his attention onto Fuyutsuki.

He transferred his spirit into the  emperor's body, the old crow disappearing into thin air. Hayate had long given up his Mortal form, now he must enter someone else to achieve power.

“You do not mess with us, feeble priestess!"

Melisandre gasped, hearing her opponent speak with two voices. Fuyutsuki dodged her attack, summoning a wind current to create his fire tornado.

An explosion caught the two off-guard, green flames lighting up the coastline of King's Landing. The duo flew to the skies, racing each other to see who was the fastest. Fuyutsuki spotted the boats, burning as thousands of men screamed for their mothers.

“Is this how the Lord of Light works? Lady Amaterasu, our Sun Goddess, would never approve of this. " hissed Fuyutsuki

“A shame, I don't worship her." snarked Melisandre.

The which summoned several meteor-shaped balls of light, targeting the soldiers fighting for the Lannisters. Tyrion had been one of them, despite not being good at concat. If Joffrey was not willing to fight head-on,  then he will.

A water shield extinguished the incoming attacks, making Tyrion look up. The world seemed to stop moving, as two wizards fought for their allies. Up to the palace, Tommen was staring at the window, a faraway witness of the Suguwara's power.

Fuyutsuki, with his enhanced ability, sent a massive wave to sink the enemy ships, making Stannis lose control of his army. As the men jumped out of the ships into the water for their lives, they were immediately drowned by the wave.

“I prefer a bloodless carnage. "

Releasing a massive ball of water, he sent to towards a shell-)shocked Melisandre, causing her to lose flight, and fall into the sand below.

Fuyutsuki's own vision blurted, black dots appearing from time to time. As he felt himself fall, gentle hands caught him, not realising that this might be the last time he would see Westeros for a while…

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Back in Pentos, a recently healed mother was currently settling down in a hot bath trying to relax the best she could.

Since the birth of her cubs, all of her attention, focus and love has gone to her children and was always with them every second of the day.

But it was hard being a new mother let alone a mother to triplets and dragons but would get by it as she has gotten through everything else.

Lyarra sunk into the water closing her eyes, she let the warm water consume her body unaware of the door opening.

Footsteps approached towards her, a certain handmaiden-turned-assassin made her way into the room carrying a knife in her hand.

She knew it was a huge risk for her to come back to the estate but knew this was her last choice to complete her mission if not her master would not be pleased with her failures.

Rhaenys quietly tiptoed in the bathroom chambers and saw Lyarra, that Northern whore laying underwater in the bath, her eyes closed.

She silently approached the bathtub and within seconds placed her hands in the water and held her down in the water.

Lyarra's eyes opened in shock seeing Rhaenys reflection above her and instantly began to fight back, she reached out to the young handmaiden with one of her arms and grabbed her by the neck.

She  tried freeing herself from the young princess's grip, the young dragon wolf squeezed her hand around the handmaid's neck more tightly.

Her  grip loosened which Lyarra took to her advantage she emerged from the water and jumped out of the tub before tackling her to the ground.

The young ice dragon climbed on top of the handmaiden and wrapped her hands around her neck tightly.

Rhaenys felt her throat begin to close around her and dug her nails into the young ice dragon's arms but it left no effect on her.

" Who sent you? " Lyarra yelled, digging her fingernails into her neck but received no answer.

Raenys tried to reach towards the knife next to her which the young dragon wolf noticed and grabbed it, she placed the sharp dagger on her neck.

" Answer me! " the young ice dragon hissed her eyes and began to glow an icy color.

" Petyr Baelish,"  Rhaenys whispered.

" Liar, I know it was The Queen who sent you it had to be " Lyarra growled.

" I'm not lying, it was Petyr Baleish…. I'm one of his flock of spies across the Narrow Sea. I tell him what he wants and in return he pays me handsomely. " Rhaenys gurgled out.

" What does killing me gain him? " she asked.

" It gets you out of the way of his big plans "  the young handmaiden spat out

" What plans? " She demanded loosen her grip a bit

" He hoped that you would give birth to a girl but instead you gave birth to triplets,  he sees your baby boys as threats to his power "

" They're just babies, how could they be a threat to him? " Lyarra questioned.

" Your children are the heir of three great, ancient houses, they have the blood of a dragon, lion and wolf flowing through their veins, he wishes for your sister Lady Sansa to be Queen in the north and rule beside her but in order for his plans to go to according you and your children had to be out of the way "  Rhaneys explained.

" You have the highest claim to Winterfell than anyone in your family, even your cousin the young Wolf….. any children you had would always have a higher claim "

" He sent you here to also capture Sansa, bring her to him didn't he? " Lyarra said finally understood it.

" Yes, I was never supposed to harm her only befriend her and get her to trust me but your sister saw through my true intentions and that demon wolf of hers  " Rhaneys mumbled.

“Sansa is still learning the ways of this world; it was Lady who saw through you,"

“It doesn't matter anymore,  you can go ahead and kill me because your babies will not live long, sooner than later someone shall complete the task and you will lose everything you hold deadly, you should've never opened your whore legs to the kingslayer," she snarled.

" You are nothing and shall forever be nothing"

Suddenly, loud battles cries erupted outside of the chambers…. A small smirk formed on the young handmaid's face.

" It won't be long now "

" What did you do? " The young ice dragon screeched.

" You didn't think I come back here alone, this time I brought a small army with me, men of the vale sent by generously by Lord Baleish himself, your wolves and dragons are probably dead as we speak along with your wild disgrace of a sister as well your bastard children " Rhaneys chuckled.

" By the end of tonight, you and your pack will die in vain, those men outside will take turns raping you and your sister before silting your throats open " she added.

The young ice dragon began to feel a heavy cold breeze spread over her, a tornado of cold winds filled the room, and the ground began to shake beneath them.

Frost had started to form at the windows, a sign of the lowered temperature in the room. Lyarra quickly pinned that traitor of a handmaiden to the ground with an icicle.

Rhaenys howled in pain, realizing that she had underestimated the royal. For someone who had recently turned ten and six, Lyarra had immense strength. Maybe that bastard girl inherited the magic from… no, no way, not like this!

Lyarra emerged from the ground wearing a ice blue dress fitted for a queen, with an angry look on her face. As more frost formed on the windows, no one seemed to hear the traitor maiden 's pained screams, as mrn itching to slay innocent infants also fought for their lives.

Arya and Nymeria had made short work of then, while Sansa could not stop Lady' s inner wolf from emerging. Andros, Cadal, Illyrio and Shemuel had almost slipped on the ice, but they too, helped defeat thirty of the men that the Mockingbird sent. More like a gang they thought.

Lyarra glanced over at the traitor handmaiden and noticed she was not moving; instead , her eyes were wide open, blood dawning out from her side still.

A victorious smile spread on her face, " You climbed too high and now your wings have been cut off.

She almost scoffed at how pathetic her once trusted confidant looked and stepped over her deceased body. A little soulless yes, but she deserved it.

Lyarra made her way out of the birthing chambers and towards the main room; she could still hear faint battle cries nearby, " No more holding back "

She made her way out of the room, her eyes glowing a fierce icy color. Ice trailed behind her as she walked through the empty hallways.

" Halt, " a loud voice said.

The young ice dragon looked up seeing soldiers with their swords drawing out eyeing her coldy, her hands began to glow.

" Stand down, " one of the soldiers commanded.

" Or what, " Lyarra hissed.

" You are outnumbered your children, your ally's and sister will be dead by tomorrow, it's over  " another man added.

" No,  it has just begun, " the young dragon wolf states glaring at the soldiers, strong winds spread all around her….. her fingertips began to glow indigo and soon directed it at the men causing them to go flying back harshly.

She continued to keep up with attacks keeping her enemies at bay , the soldiers struggling to keep up with her…. One soldier came rushing towards her swinging his sword around, within seconds she directed her hand at the man freezing him where he stood.

More ice shot out of her hand and towards the men and froze them where they all stood, turning them into ice sculptures.

Lyarra looked around to see if there were any more upcoming soldiers approaching, once making sure the coast was clear she ran through the silent hallways and headed towards the nursery.

Once reaching the nursery, she busted the door open and saw a soldier hovering over the crib with his dagger drawn out.

" Get away from my cubs!" ' she boomed, forming an ice dagger in her hand charging at the man. The man turned around, his eyes widened in shock and was soon caught off guard. Before he could defend himself, she stabbed him in his stomach hard.

The soldier felled back and collapses to the ground, blood started to form in his mouth for a few second before the life from his eyes disappeared.

Lyarra dropped her weapon to the ground and stepped towards the crib, she looked down inside and let out a sign of relief as she saw her little children were safe and just sleeping.

Footsteps approached behind her, Lyarra turned around forming a ice ball in her hand ready to knock the enemy off their feet but soon paused when she noticed it was just Samara.

The young Asshari priestess was covered in smoke, blood strains on her gown.

" Samara! " she cried out, happy to see her best friend was safe.

The young sorceress  pulled her best friend in for a hug holding her tightly against her, " It's alright everything will be fine " she cooed.

" Where's Arya and Sansa, are they okay? " Lyarra asked, pulling away from the hug.

" Yes, Cadal, Andros and Lord Shemuel are with them along with llyrio " Samara repiled.

" And Naerella " she whispered.

" She's safe in her chambers, I put a boundary spell outside of her door so no one can enter " Samara answered.

" Where that traitorous bitch, she has to be around here somewhere "

" She's dead. I ended her. "

" Well, that takes care of some things but we still have to take care of the small coup outside the gates "  the young Asshari sorceress signed.

" How many soldiers remain? " The young dragon wolf questioned.

" Not much but we are still outnumbered a bit "  Samara replied. The women rushed towards the highest balcony of the mansion, offering them a full view of the army.

“Where is Hayate when we need him?" she mused.

“In Westeros perhaps, aiding Tommen." Samara joked as she summoned fireballs that rained down on the enemies.

The civilians never dared to set foot inside a Magister's estate, hence their absence. The servants had been put on lock down once Illyrio noticed the army approaching. Someone had been smart enough to place a strengthening spell on his home, ensuring its safety.

Ice shards soon followed, fire and frost overwhelming the soldiers. Samara's fireballs melted their metal armor, while Lyarra's ice shards caused frostbite in context. Those who were unfortunate enough to suffer those spells were by the end of their lives, a melted mess of metal and flesh. The allies benefited from the shards, both ice and fire giving their armor and weapons durability and a sharpness found only in Valyrian steel weaponry.

Arya had emerged from confinement, against the will of her concerned sister, testing her skills against a few soldiers. Swift and stealthy, she navigated the fleeing crowd of enemies, slaying then in a dance of bloodshed. As the sun began to rise, the level of carnage could be seen, scattered across the entire front yard.

With the exception of Raenys, the bodies had been placed inside catacombs, sealed with ice to at least, preserve them. Both Lyarra and Arya stated at the tombs for a while, contemplating on their recent fates.

“Sansa once told me that the people of Pentos believed in a jackal-headed judge of the dead. She added that once the soul reaches his halls, the person's heart is placed on a scale. Only those who weighed the same as , or lighter than a feather would be able to enter paradise. " she explained.

“What if they don't balance?"

“The heart is fed to uhh, a chimera? I don't remember that part very well… "

“I hope that the two of you still have a clear conscience, especially after that coup." spoke a voice from behind the youngest Stark.

“Sansa, will the judge take into account the intentions of the odor, when he is, uhh, killed for self-defense? " piped up Arya.

“If doesn't say. " Sansa replied, looking at her sister and cousin in understanding. The three remained at the catacombs for five more minutes, before returning to the Manor.

                Later That Night

They gathered around in the main hall, their eyes directed on the floor as llyrio was pacing back and forth unsure what to say about the events of tonight.

Cadal, Andros and Lord Shemuel stood next to him, their eyes glancing at the two magicians in shock and in awe.

" Magister llyrio, we are so sorry for bringing all this chaos and trouble to your estate and putting you and your people in danger " Lyarra spoke up.

" You have our word, we'll repair all the damage by tomorrow and be on our merry way, " Samara added.

" You'll never see us again " Arya spoke up.

" And we shall reward you greatly, our brother Robb will see to it " Sansa added.

llyrio stared at the trio for a moment before speaking up, " It's I that must apologize, I am the one who put you all in danger when I promise to keep you all  safe…. Emperor Fuyutyski paid me handsomely to perform this task and I failed "

" And for that I'm sorry, if I had been able to see the true intentions of Rhaenys then none of this would've happened " he added.

" It's not your fault, Magister llyrio you have been nothing but kind and welcoming  to us…. We are the ones who brought this inside of your home and for that we are truly sorry " the young red wolf mumbled.

" It's my fault, I should've been more self aware of what was going on instead I was so busy focusing on my sword fighting lessons I became selfish " The young she-wolf said.

" No one is to blame but me, I am the one who brought this war and destruction here and I'm sorry….. I put all my problems on you Magister illyrio and that was wrong " the young ice dragon signed.

" I'm so sorry " she added.

" Please don't blame yourself, your grace…. what happening tonight was not caused by you but by that traitorous handmaiden " Cadal defended, staring at the young ice dragon softly.

" What's done is done, the only thing we can do now is move on…. We won the battle but not the war " Andros states.

" This won't be the last attempt on you and your children's life, your grace " the Yiddish  lord commented.

" I know which is why I will leave tomorrow and sail somewhere far away when he can't reach me, " Lyarra declared.

" There is nowhere in the world where you'll be able to  hide, your grace …. even if you sail to the Shadowlands he would know, he will never give up the hunt " llyrio commented.

" You're a Targaryen, one of the last Targaryen in the world…. the heir of the North married to The King slayer. As long as those lions are in power, you're never safe. " warned Shemuel.

“Myrcella and Tommen are good cubs!" Arya defended.

“I am to set off to Norvos to help her out. I heard that our Cella had set up her own betrothal. " Sansa added.

“Indeed. Sansa, you may not have the skill of swordsmanship, or the magic of ice and fire, but the pen and the tongue is very much yours. Language is power, Red Wolf." praised Samara.

“Lady Mellario of Norvos was the wife of Prince Doran Martell. A difference of culture caused them to part ways. Truly a shame; she could have helped him rule." added Illyrio.

“Speaking of culture, I could re-introduced her to Westeros." Sansa suggested happily.

“You can do this, Sansa. Once the dragons are fully grown, you will set off for Dorne. " Arya explained.

" Isn't that a slave city? " Lyarra piped up.

" Yes, but don't worry Sansa will be fine. I have an old friend there that will look after her, " Samara ressaured her friend.

" Once my dragons are fully grown I will take the city and reform it into something better, " the young ice dragon declared.

" Spoken like a true conqueror, " Lord Shemuel praised.

" Not a conqueror, a leader  " she corrected him.

The Yiddish lord looked at the young ice dragon feel  guilty for judging her like her ancestors, " she is different "

" We should all head to bed, it's been a long night, " Samara suggested.

Everyone agreed to her suggestions and made their way to their separate chambers for the rest of the night desperate to put this night behind them and move on.

                    ___________

Meanwhile, a certain mother of dragons was currently standing on a ship staring out at the dark blue open sea…it was a full moon tonight.

" Khaleesi"

Daenerys turned around seeing her friend standing behind her staring at her in concern, " Are you alright? " he asked.

" Yes, I'm just lost in thought " she mumbled.

He soon made his way to her side, " Anything, I can help with "

" I'm worried about Elaena, " the young mother of dragons mumbled.

" Your niece " Jorah questioned, his eyes widened surprised.

His Khalessi had told him all about her and he was surprised to learn Lyarra Lannister was instead Elaena Stark Targaryen through had a hunch she was Brandon's daughter when he had met her the first time.

" She's to give birth anyway now, I haven't received any more dreams of her " Daenerys signed.

" You shouldn't worry yourself, Khaleesi, I'm sure she's safe" Jorah reassured her.

" I wished I could meet her, she's the last of my family perhaps I will one day….. I had a vision of me and her fighting side by side for what has been stolen from us and burning our enemies to ashes, " the young dragon said.

" I'm a mother and I will burn those who would dare hurt my precious cubs and people " she added.

" Spoken like a true dragon queen,  " Jorah smiled.

" Fire and Ice shall reign "