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What Jon Arryn didn't say was that another player has emerged right now and it was none other than Ned Stark's bastard who has gained unnatural Strength, a dragon and an army of 20,000.
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Not all had decided to take a chamber to calm down. While the Starks and Lannisters used their rooms to wind down and have a moment to themselves, and the Baratheons chose a chamber to have a sit down after accompanying the Starks to their chamber, the rest remained in their seats and talking amongst themselves.
Olenna and Margaery made note of what they saw, it did not take them long to realize just how legitimate the King's children were. It did make their plans spiral just a bit. Mace Tyrell had been grooming his daughter to be a Queen one day, and Olenna had been making plans to make the ascend easier for the girl. Neither woman took the revelation too happily, but their minds had already begun turning, forming new plans.
Daenerys had hung back to give the Starks some privacy. Lord Stark might have welcomed her to sit with them, but it was not her place to intrude on a moment that was surely an emotional one. Plus she did not want to be close to Robert Baratheon any more than she needed to be.
Theon had wanted to go with the Starks. He'd been living with them for a while and had seen Bran grow into what he was now. The fall shocked him and the urge to kill the Kingslayer was strong in him as well. But the stronger urge was to comfort Robb, who was his best friend. But his sister had stopped him and told him to give them a moment, that he was not a Stark and that he was not needed.
Doran and Oberyn observed the rest that remained, especially Daenerys. If their plans to overthrow the Baratheons and Lannisters were to be of some substance, they needed to know what kind of a woman Daenerys would become. Viserys had already proven to be a disappointment to them.
Varys, who hadn't spoken much or at all through the viewing involved Gendry in conversation. Nothing big, just small talk.
The Lannisters were the first to return, led by Joanna and closed by Jaime. The woman had her head held high, as did Tyrion. Jaime kept his head lowered, his cheeks looking redder than they remembered. The three took their seats in silence, meeting nobody's eyes.
The Baratheons and Jon Arryn returned next and took their seats. Joanna smiled at her grandchildren who smiled back at her. She motioned for them to join her and they rushed over, Robert went to say something, but Jon Arryn stopped him with a hand on the shoulder and a shake of his head. Stannis threw him a look and Jon Arryn gave him a slight nod. None of them but Robert missed that.
The Starks were the last to come, their entrance silencing the crowd that had gotten restless from how long they had to wait. Ned Stark led his family in, his face stoic and eyes cold and distant. Behind him was his wife, puffy-eyed and clinging to a still-shocked Bran. The rest of the Stark children followed, and the dead Starks after them.
Joanna Lannister eyed them uneasily, hands bunching up the skirt of her dress. Tyrion placed a hand over hers and the mother stared at her son. The imp nodded with a smile, and Joanna exhaled slowly. She stood slowly and made her way to Ned Stark, who had yet to take his seat.
"Lord Stark" Joanna called gently and flinched when the man looked at her. Those eyes were so cold and vicious. She quickly schooled herself. "I would like to offer my apologies on behalf of my... perverted son. I know it does nothing to ease your pain, but I hope we might be able to work to a future where your son and my grandchildren are as safe as they can be."
The first thought that came to Ned's mind was to snap at the woman and tell her to go fuck herself. But he kept his composure and heard her out. He did not mistake what the woman said, about the protection of her grandchildren. Something in Ned's head clicked right then and he met Joanna's eyes, afraid and shaken.
"You died when your children were young. Whatever they become is on their father not you" Ned said simply.
Joanna bit her lip, lowering her head slightly and sighing.
"Your son is not welcome around my family, or anywhere near Winterfell. I'd prefer he be banished to the Night's Watch, but that is not on me."
With that Ned Stark took his seat and Joanna returned to hers.
"I'd say that went well" Tyrion mused, holding a cup of wine to his mother. Joanna accepted it and inhaled it, much to Tyrion's amusement.
The doors to the corridor of doors opened once more and out walked Princess Elia Martell and Princ Rhaegar Targaryen. Neither of them looked well, but then again neither did most in the room. The two did not miss that.
"What happened?" Elia asked.
"Come and sit, let me fill you both in on it" Oberyn motioned to the empty seats beside him.
Elia took the seat easily, but Rhaegar hesitated for a moment. His eyes scanned the room, read the unrest and blinked in surprise to find Daenerys sitting with Jon Snow and Robb Stark. Daenerys smiled at his brother and gave him a small nod. Rhaegar sat beside Elia.
While Oberyn filled the two in on what they had missed, the wall began to glow gently and images formed on it.
[Daenerys on horseback looking at Drogo and his people.]
"You need to drink, child... And eat."
"What is Jorah Mormont doing there?" Ned narrowed his eyes.
"My birds chirp that Lynesse Hightower is now the chief concubine of Tregar Ormollen in Lys. Ser Jorah is a sword for hire now. Perhaps this is his way of making a return to Westeros" Varys answered and suggested, his head lowered and a small smile on his lips.
Ned did not look too happy with that information.
"Who is he?" Daenerys whispered to both Robb and Jon.
"Ser Jorah Mormont. He was sentenced to death for selling poachers to slavery for more gold. He ran before father could dispense justice on him" Robb explained. He remembered just how angry his father was because of the man's act all those years ago.
"Isn't there anything else?"
"The Dothraki have two things in abundance: grass and horses. People can't live on grass... In the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai, they say there are fields of ghost grass with stalks as pale as milk that glow in the night. It murders all other grass. The Dothraki believe that one day it will cover everything. That's the way the world will end... It'll get easier."
"She shouldn't even be in this situation Rhaegar muttered under his breath. Oberyn had just gone over the fact that Viserys practically sold their sister to the Horselords for men to conquer Westeros in the Targaryen name. While that was not anything surprising in their society, to marry a Princess to someone like that... Rhaegar did not look too pleased.
[Arriving at camp, Daenerys looks exhausted from riding.]
"Khaleesi!"
"Your hands."
"A long journey on horseback for the first time is never easy," Lyanna said kindly. She was a rider herself and refused to ride in a carriage if she accompanied her father anywhere. The first time had left blisters all over her hands. "Balms help to soothe the blisters and keep your hands soft.
Daenerys nodded her head, keeping the information in her head.