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-> Chapter XXXIII ''Dārilaros''

Chapter XXXIV ''A meeting''

The time has finally come to the meeting with her allies and present a plan of action. Everyone gathered in the room with the map, sitting on chairs at the table. Only Grey Worm and ser Arthur stood, close to the wall.

"You want the Iron Throne, so just take it." Yara spoke up. "We have an army, a fleet and dragons, if we attack King's Landing with everything we have, the city will fall the same day."

"And how many innocent people will die, especially if the dragons are set free?" Tyrion remarked.

"This is war. If you don't have the nerve for it, don't play it." Ellaria interjected.

"We're supposed to discuss the plan, not argue and insult each other." Visenya said, interrupting everyone. "Just because we declare war doesn't mean that thousands of ordinary people have to die, I won't allow that. And I don't intend to rule the kingdom of ashes."

"That's good." this time Olenna spoke up. "I don't remember a Queen who was more beloved than my granddaughter. She was loved by both commoners and the powerful. And what is left of her? Ashes. The common and the powerful are like children, really. They won't obey you unless they fear you."

This is their first meeting, and almost nothing has gone her way this far. It was easier when she dealt with the Lords in Essos, they were evil men, she had no problem intimidating them into doing what she wanted. Here the situation was more complicated, she had to unite people who had to support her in order to stay on the throne.

She felt she couldn't show weakness because if she did, it would be the end of her. They will tear her to pieces and there will be nothing left of her.

"They have to fear the consequences of their actions, not me." she replied calmly. "Also, almost half the fleet has sailed back to Meereen, so we're not at full strength yet." she noticed.

"You're going to wait..." Olenna paused for a moment, counting in her head how long it would be before the ships return. "Almost half a year? Until winter comes?"

"We have enough men to lay siege to the city if you don't want to attack directly." Yara came back to her idea of ​​attacking King's Landing right away, it was in her mind the fastest way to take the Iron Throne.

Vis sighed in her mind and leaned further into her chair. She turned her gaze to Tyrion and nodded. Enough of this verbal bickering, they will tell them their plan for now and then they will argue if necessary.

"It would be a great idea, if not for a few "buts"..."he started and got up from his chair to illustrate their plan, pointing to specific places on the map and moving the figures. "King's Landing is surrounded mostly by forests, which is a problem in itself, and we don't know where the Iron Fleet or Lannister forces are right now, other than the garrison in the city. We also cannot forget about some of the Lords whom Cersei converted to her side by talking about foreign armies brought to Westeros and referring to their memories of the Mad King."

This time, no one commented on a single word Tyrion said. Everyone was waiting for the rest of his statement, which filled Visenya with hope that they would all be able to come to an agreement. She didn't have much input into the current plan, she just pointed out a few things. She would like to be able to say something more, to know what needs to be considered when planning the next steps, battles, sieges, and movement of troops.

Mostly she stayed silent and listened to her friends, learning from what they said, but she didn't have the courage to admit to them that she didn't know something. She was the Queen after all, she was supposed to lead them. This fear remained in her, that if she showed weakness, her potential allies would abandon her.

"Cersei will not attack first, she will wait for our move as long as she can. If she was going to attack any place, it would be Highgarden." he moved the lion figurine to the Tyrell residence. "Food supplies and gold that she will desperately need. Therefore, the Reach troops will remain in the Reach. We will transport the supplies we need at this moment on ships that will also take soldiers from Dorne. Before that, we will provoke the Iron Fleet by sending a small force to Casterly Rock, to secure the transport as best as possible." he paused for a moment. The rest of the plan was much more general. "Then we'll take care of the army in the country, outside King's Landind, so that they won't be able to break the siege. By then we should be able to challenge the Iron Fleet as they attempt to deliver supplies to King's Landing."

"That is my plan." she finally got up from her seat, leaning on the table with her hands. "Do I have your support?"

She felt her heart speed up and her lips suddenly become mercilessly dry. This is the first important moment in the fast-approaching war. Either they support her or she will be left alone on the battlefield.

"You have mine." Yara spoke first, decisively, without any hesitation in her voice.

"Dorne is with you, Your Grace." Elaria spoke up right after her.

The tension was already starting to leave her shoulders, but there was one more person who had to accept this plan and she turned her gaze to her. Olenna Tyrell. She finally nodded too.

"Thank you for your trust, I won't let you down." she smiled at everyone.

"Can we talk privately for a moment, Your Grace?" Lady Tyrell's question surprised her, but she nodded and everyone else began to leave the chamber. When they were alone, she went to sit on the chair next to her.

"I think I know what you want to say... You want revenge on Cersei. I know that's why you all support my claim to the throne." she said, taking a seat. That was the only reason she could think of for this conversation and she could assure her that justice will be served. "I swear that those who hurt us will pay for it a hundredfold. And then there will finally be peace in Westeros.

"Peace?" she didn't answer whether that was what she wanted to talk about, but she obviously picked up on the topic and had her own opinion. She had heard of the Queen of Thorns before her escape and knew she was an intelligent woman. That's why she wanted to listen to everything he had to say and draw some lesson from it. "Do you think there was peace when your grandfather sat on the Iron Throne? Or his father? Or that it would be if your father ruled? There is never peace, my dear. People will always find a reason to fight."

She wanted to deny it, to say that it was possible to keep the peace and she would do it, but then she realized that she couldn't argue, that Olenna was right. People fight when they are dissatisfied, and you can't please everyone. Someone will want more and more wealth, others will want higher and higher titles. She had already experienced in Meereen that it was impossible to create a place without violence, but she wanted to continue living this utopian dream.

"I wanted to give you a piece of advice." she finally said what she had wanted from the beginning. "Will you take it from an old woman?"

"I will never despise advice that someone wants to give me for free." she smiled warmly and shifted in her chair, crossing her legs.

"Your Hand is a clever man. I've known many people like him in my life and I've outlived them all. Do you know why? I ignored them." this surprised Visenya, she didn't expect this type of advice. "Lords of Westeros are sheep. Are you a sheep?"

Her smile faded. For a moment she wanted to look down, because it was hard for her to stand Olenna's gaze, but she didn't, she forced herself to manage it. Is she a gentle, naive sheep? Often yes... But she wouldn't call the Lords of the Seven Kingdoms that, but maybe she just didn't know them as well as Olenna.

"No. You are the dragon." a delicate smile appeared on her face again as soon as she heard these words. "Be a dragon."

"I will be."

* * *

The boat reached the shores of Dragonstone, in almost the same place where, about a month earlier, Visenya Targaryen had taken her first step in Westeros in four years. Tyrion, Missandei and a small force of Dothraki stood on the shore in case any trouble occurred.

Robb Stark and Ser Davos Seaworth came ashore, accompanied by some of their men.

"Someone escaped death from under the scythe." Tyrion spoke first, using his 'unfailing humor'.

"Someone has done it more times than me." Robb replied.

The last time they saw each other was when Tyrion returned from the Wall and went to Winterfell to hand over the design of a saddle for Bran so he could ride. Their relationship was not very good, mainly due to the suspicion that Tyrion ordered Bran's murder. And now he is here on Dragonstone, wearing the pin of the Hand of the Queen.

How far can his talk take him?

Tyrion preferred not to speak to Ser Davos due to the fact that when they were fighting against each other, when Stannis was attacking the capital, Davos's son was killed because of his plan. Yes... It's better not to bring up these memories.

"Welcome to Dragonstone." Missandei greeted everyone before Tyrion could say anything else. "The Queen knows it's a long journey and she appreciates the efforts you've made to get here. If you don't mind handing over your weapons.

It wasn't a question of whether they minded or not, they had no other choice. Of course they won't let them enter the castle with weapons. Robb tried to be optimistic, after all, things weren't looking bad so far, they were still alive.

When everyone gave up their weapons, things got a little worse, because some of the Dothraki went to get the boat that they used to reach the shore from the ship, picked it up and started walking away with it. So we are prisoners here?

"Please, this way." she smiled and gestured with her head for them to follow her. They had to walk most of the beach and up all the stairs before they entered the castle.

As they followed her, Davos went over to ask her where she was from, while Robb remained silent and focused on her unusual outfit. It was rather typical for women to wear dresses, especially those of high birth. However, Missandei did not have a dress, only a cloak which shape imitated the cut of the dress. Additionally, two belts crossed on her chest, holding some kind of shoulder straps, one of them had a silver brooch, circle with three dragon heads attached to it. And, of course, trousers and high boots. I wonder if their queen wears the same kind of clothes... She was probably the one who started this 'trend'.

"This place has changed." ser Davos said to him after he had exchanged a few words with Missandei and they continued walking along the beach towards the castle.

"Inside probably even more so, you won't see the same sigils anymore." he replied.

"I hope I don't have to visit the prison again."

He rolled his eyes at this answer and said nothing more. They would have no reason to keep them prisoners, they would rather kill them. But they are still alive, that's the most important thing. Perhaps they will even be able to leave this island on their own.

The building itself made a great impression, mainly due to the figures of dragons crowning the towers or above the gate and at the entrances. A stronghold for the Dragon Queen indeed. Although climbing all those stairs when you spent the last many days on the ship and didn't have much opportunity to walk... A bit of a challenge.

"How's Sansa? I heard she's alive and well." Tyrion asked him when they were almost halfway up.

"She's fine." he replied rather dryly. He still had a bad taste for the Lannisters, even though - apparently - Tyrion was now fighting against his family.

"Does she miss me a lot?" yes... He had already forgotten that they married his little sister to Tyrion... He gave him a look that was enough of an answer. "A marriage of convenience, and unconsummated." You would try to do it differently... "Anyway... She's smarter than she lets on."

"Oh, she's changed..." he sighed. He regretted that he had not been able to protect her from all the horrors that had befallen her, but the most important thing was that she had survived. She changed... Like all of them, they grew up faster than they should have.

"Someday I want to hear how you survived my father's trap and then took Winterfell back from the Boltons with your siblings." Tyrion wanted to add, 'You Starks are hard to kill', but he thought that would be an exaggeration, even for him.

At first, Robb felt a huge need to punch him for reminding him of those very painful moments. The only thing that stopped him was that he needed the Queen's help and he couldn't start a conflict between them.

"When you tell me how it happened that the Lannister went from being a torturer to becoming the Hand of Visenya Targaryen?"

"I have never been a torturer." Tyrion defended himself. He had never done anything bad to this girl, and now he actually admired her for what she was able to achieve. He may like to tease, but he won't let himself be called that. "And my path to this 'top' was long and quite bloody. To be honest, I was drunk for most of it." there was silence for a moment as they climbed the stairs. "Tell me, why exactly did you accept the invitation? If I were advising you, I would strongly advise you not to come here."

"Apparently I don't learn from my mistakes. Or maybe-" He stopped abruptly when he heard an inhuman screech just behind them.

Both he and Davos fell to the ground, as a pitch-black dragon flew just above their heads. More flew right behind him, green, golden and white, shimmering blue in the sun. The four of them had been circling the island and now they were racing around the castle.

Only the two of them fell to the ground, the others seemed to be used to this sight and inhuman sounds that quickly chilled their blood. Tyrion walked over and offered his hand to help him up.

"I'd say you'd get used to them, but you never really do." he declared, smiling slightly under his breath. "Come, their mother is waiting for you."

Inside, Visenya was not yet sitting on the throne, but she was impatiently pacing the room and waiting. As Tyrion and Missandei went to greet her guest, only Ser Arthur and a pair of Unsullied were left with her to stand guard.

She kept thinking about how she should start the conversation and what she should say to get what she wanted. He agreed to come, so that was already half of a win, but now she had to convince him. With Dorne and the Reach it was easier, Varys took care of the most important conversations - even though she didn't ask him to... - and there was a different mentality in these parts of the country. They did not lose much strength in the war, they were burning for revenge, while the North suffered a lot and probably wanted peace above all.

She doesn't want soldiers from them, she just wants the Starks to also support her claim to the throne and acknowledge her authority, that's all. But if you consider what the Mad King did to Brandon and Richard Stark, what her father did to Lyanna Stark... But she is not them, she will not allow herself to be judged by the crimes of her ancestors.

"What do you think he's like?" she asked suddenly, finally moving away from the window. "Brave or stupid to accept my invitation?" she slowly walked up the stairs and finally sat down.

"People have heard of your achievements in Essos."

"And they also heard the rumors spread by Cersei. Apparently in some village they say I have a tail and horns."

"Quite a funny vision, who knows, maybe they would add to your charm?" she rolled her eyes. She knew that he was teasing her, trying to calm her down, so he must have noticed that she was stressed.

She would have said something back, but at that moment the door to the chamber began to open, so she straightened up in her seat and stared straight ahead. She should be used to it by now, but something made her unable not to get stressed. She kept her hands clasped in her lap and concentrated on not playing with them, not showing any nervousness.

"You stand in the presence of Visenya of House Targaryen, rightful heir to the Iron Throne, rightful Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the Mother of Dragons, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Queen of Yunkai, Queen of Astapor, Queen of Meereen, the Unburnt, Breaker of the Chains." she was introduced with all her titles by Missandei, who was taking her place by the stairs to her left, Tyrion standing to her right.

Robb's first thought was that he had never heard of a person holding so many titles. Has anyone really ever called her all those titles? What does 'the Unburnt' even mean? Either she has actually achieved so much in the last four years, or she has a very large ego, or both.

"This is Robb Stark, King in the North." Ser Davos said, his voice echoing through the hall.

She didn't even listen to him much, she stared at the boy who immediately seemed familiar to her.

She had seen him before, seen those curls, even from this distance she could also tell that she had seen those blue eyes before. She dreamed of and danced with him. So maybe it belongs to him...

She realized that she had been silent for too long, that she should say something.

"Thank you for accepting my invitation, Your Grace." she emphasized these two words. "I hope the journey wasn't too hard." she decided to exchange pleasantries, as she first had to put thoughts of him aside before she could move on to politics.

"The winds were quite kind to us, thank you." he replied, having to focus on the here and now.

Of course, it didn't escape his notice that they had met before. She was the woman who had not left his thoughts for several days since the dream, she was the one who mounted the dragon and flew on its back. That silver hair and purple eyes are unmistakable, of course, a Targaryen.

"You don't have to be afraid of me. I'm not like my enemies, I don't invite people under my roof and then kill them." she assured, even though nothing in his behavior indicated that he was afraid of her.

"A woman with an army, a fleet, and four dragons telling you not to be afraid of her is unheard of." she smiled slightly under her breath, even though he said it with noticeable irony in his voice, or maybe as a joke? She couldn't tell. "And you call yourself the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, and I call myself the King of one of those kingdoms, doesn't that make us enemies, Your Grace?"

"Do you want to be my enemy?" she couldn't help but ask this question, even though she didn't expect any answer, so she quickly continued. "I don't want wars, violence should be the last resort, that's why I invited you here. We have a common enemy: Cersei Lannister. I propose that we become allies."

"On what basis?"

"The one you're thinking about. Support my claim to the crown, acknowledge my authority, and I will give us all our desired revenge."

Of course that's what she wants, that's why she invited him, just like he thought from the beginning... Perhaps if what was said about her - or rather what rumors Cersei was spreading - were at least partially true, he would not think long, just kneel and swear allegiance. But she didn't look like a monster, she didn't act like one. In fact, after what she really did, common people would say that she is an angel in human body.

It could have been just a cover, but it made him decide to fight for the independence of his kingdom.

"I can support your claim, but not to my kingdom." he said firmly. "I'm sorry, Your Grace, but we don't know each other. We know as much about ourselves as we have been told. You are invoking a right that you don't actually have because your dynasty was overthrown. All you can do is win throne back and then I will recognize your rights." he paused for a moment, watching her reaction. She didn't look angry. "Do you really want to rule lands you don't know? I've heard  many good and bad things about you, I don't know what to believe, you can't expect to come back after four years and everyone submitting to you."

She didn't expect it, but she also didn't think of her rights as something she didn't actually have. Who else would have a better claim to the throne? There is no one else left to inherit from Robert, kingdoms could not remain under the rule of the usurper Cersei. It's not just that this woman doesn't deserve the crown, but also that she doesn't know how to rule, doesn't care about the people under her, and only wants power and a good life. This is not what a ruler should want.

She didn't lose hope, on the contrary - she believed that she was able to convince him. For some reason, fate had allowed them to 'mee'" before under quite nice circumstances, certainly not to become enemies later.

"I don't want to just rule, I want to change." she replied more dispassionately than she wanted. She decided that she had to somehow shorten the distance between them, let him to known her, if they were to get along. At the same time, she would also like to get to know him better... She got up from her throne and began to slowly approach. "You've probably also heard a lot about the little girl that Tywin kept as his trophy, a memory of times gone by - that's a nice phrase I heard once. It would seem that many people should feel sorry for me: An orphan, my father died before I was born, and my mother was raped and killed by the Mountain shortly after, right after he killed my siblings." she paused for a moment to make her next words sound stronger. "Nobody was sorry. No one delivered justice. Robert actually demanded my head, the head of a several-day-old baby. He tried to kill me a few times, of course he did, he hated my father so much, he was so afraid that his blood would survive and become a threat to him one day."

She had to stop for a moment to don't let tears - that were coming to her eyes as the memories of her childhood flooded her - fall.

Robb didn't dare interrupt her. He knew her story as much as it was talked about. The maester once taught him about the last members of this house, Visenya, and Viserys and Daenerys, who managed to escape to Essos right after the war. Since Visenya was here alone, he guessed that the other two had not survived until now.

He never paid much attention to her history, he was a child, he preferred to duel with Theon, first with wooden and then with blunt swords, than to learn history. But now, hearing it straight from her... He sympathized. He could easily say that, he felt sorry for her. While he had fun running around Winterfell, when he could come to his parents at any time - even at night when he had a nightmare - and he had no worries, she never had that luxury. She was forever alone, with the specter of death hanging over her head. She lived under the roof of someone like Tywin Lannister, who - as he knew from experience - was ready to do anything to win.

If she wanted to make me feel sorry for her, she's already succeeded.

"I survived. I've lived seventeen years of something I wouldn't call life. I survived and finally managed to escape. I spent four years in completely foreign lands, and yet they were the best years of my life. You said you heard a lot of good things about me... Did you hear that I freed slaves from all over Slaver's Bay? The Breaker of Chains. No one ever did this, no one thought that they were people too and deserved a normal life. Soon, the concept of 'slavery' will become history. And they have will come back to it... The dragons. The world hadn't seen them for over a hundred years until my children were born. The Dothraki never followed any woman, they considered them too weak. They also never crossed any sea. And yet now they listen to me, they crossed the sea for me." she finished speaking as she stopped a step in front of him. "Many men have tried to kill me, but no one succeeded. If all that has happened to me isn't a sign that I was born to rule the Seven Kingdoms, I don't know what else it could be. If not fate, how else to explain it?"

"Maybe. But you will rule the frozen wasteland unless we defeat the real enemy."

In his answer, he did not refer to what she said about herself, he did not want to show that he admired her for what she did for those people from across the sea. He should finally address the issue that made him decide to come here and talk to her in the first place.

"My only enemy is Cersei Lannister."

"You are wrong, Your Grace." Davos interrupted. "Death is the enemy of us all."

"Very poetic." this time it was Tyrion who joined the discussion. She didn't see any hidden meaning behind Davos' words, but she started thinking about them in a different context...

"Let him talk." she said, giving her Hand a quick glance. "Continue..." she trailed off because she didn't know the man's name.

"Ser Davos Seaworth, thank you." he cleared his throat quietly. "I don't mean any poetry..." He looked at Tyrion for a moment. "...but a real threat. The undead army is on the other side of the Wall and they will attack us soon. An army that knows no fatigue and does not leave bodies on the battlefield. This is our enemy. If we don't deal with him... Does it really matter whose corpse sits on the Iron Throne?"

"If it doesn't matter, you might as well pledge your allegiance here and now. We all together will deal with Cersei, and then we'll go fight... Whatever you were talking about."

Honestly, she wished Tyrion wouldn't interfere right now. She didn't have anything better to say herself, and she tried to appreciate that Tyrion wanted to win another house's support for her, but she felt it didn't make sense today. They can argue all they want, but no one will trust a stranger enough to put the fate of their people in his hands.

"Enough." she said to him quietly. She hoped that would be enough to stop him from interfering with the bend-the-knee issue again. "We are strangers. I understand that you will not give your lands to me, and you should understand that I will not dedicate my army to your cause, to fight against some... Army of the undead?"

She wasn't entirely skeptical about Ser Davos' words, considering one of her dreams, but she couldn't blindly believe in them... She wasn't alone, she was dragging thousands of people along with her, she had to think about their safety, not just her own. Additionally, she has just begun the final preparations for the war against Cersei, the ships have already sailed, the fighting will begin soon. If she withdraws from the campaign as soon as it begins, what will her allies think of her? Without her in the south, Cersei will not be afraid to send an army to take over more and more lands and oppress more and more people.

"I know it sounds like some store made to scare naughty children." Robb spoke up. "But if it weren't for that, I wouldn't be here. My own sister advised me against it, and yet here I am. Maybe it's stupidity, maybe it's desperation, but coming here, I trusted you with my life, because - like you - I want to save people who have already suffered enough."

She was about to say something, she even knew what, but then they heard hurried footsteps coming from behind the corridor. It was Varys, he walked past their guests and went straight to Visenya, leaned down and whispered a few words:

"Your Grace, we need to talk urgently, it's very important."

She nodded gently and he moved away from her. She had to politely end this conversation somehow. Maybe it's even good, she will have time to think about how to approach it, now that she has the whole picture of the situation.

"Forgive me, you've come such a long way, you must be very tired. We will prepare you chambers, Missandei will show you. We'll have a bath run for you and bring you supper. If you need anything, speak to her." she forced a smile and was about to turn to Varys, but she noticed the distrustful face especially on Robb's face. Yeah... I should have understood trauma better. "I swear to my mother's memory that nothing will happen to you under my roof. You can walk around the entire island, after all, you are not my prisoners."

"You took our boat." he noticed, stopping her for a moment more.

"You'll get it back when we finish our meeting."

That was the last thing she said. She stood with her back to them and waited for them to leave so she could talk about this 'important matter'.

Robb and Davos had no other choice, so they left the chamber, and Missandei left with them. Of course he was afraid to stay in someone's home, especially since he didn't have any weapons. On the one hand, the memories of the Red Wedding came back to him as soon as he saw Visenya, but on the other hand, he felt an inexplicable peace in her presence.

She carried herself in a way that exuded confidence and strength, her outfit was in the same style as Missandei's, only more ornate. A silver chain ran across her chest, with a long piece of fabric with embroidered scales attached to it at the back. Even her hairstyle was unique, lots of braids tied up into a bun, with only a few strands left loose. When you looked at her, you truly saw a Queen, a strong personality, who knew what she wanted and how to get it.

However, after talking to her... To a large extent, it was all just appearances. She was not a cold-blooded murderer who would do anything to achieve her goal. Her difficult past certainly shaped most of her character. Therefore, he was prone to believe that she really wanted to change the world for the better.

They were practically the same age, and although life has verified many of their dreams, they still have ideals in them.

It was even good that they were interrupted. He will be able to prepare better for his next conversation with her, now that he knows how he should approach her.

Behind closed doors, however, the conversation finally began.

"We already know where the Iron Fleet is..." Varys began. It was clear from the beginning that he had bad news. "Two or three ships escaped, the rest sunk or captured. Ellaria Sand and Sand Snakes, who were to leave ships at Sunspear captured or dead, Yara and Theon Greyjoy captured or dead."

For a moment she didn't know what to do. This was only the beginning, and their plan was already starting to fall apart. Conducting a war so that as few people die as possible is much more difficult and complicated than throwing all your forces at once and breaking the enemy...

Nobody said it will be easy to be good.

"If they're alive, Euron will definitely sail with them to King's Landing... Is there any chance he's not there yet?" she asked finally.

Maybe she should sacrifice them, after all, they knew what they were signing up for. But what kind of Queen will she be if she so quickly gives up on the people who decided to fight for her?

"It is possible, but Your Grace-"

"So please, write to Euron." she interrupted Varys before he could dissuade her from this idea. "Write, that if he releases all those captured, I will meet with him."

He wanted to meet the Dragon Queen, so I will give him the opportunity, but not for free.

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Born in Flames || Game of Thrones

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-> Chapter XXXII ''Dragonstone''

Chapter XXXIII ''Dārilaros''

"This issue is not up for discussion."

"You're going to get yourself killed?" Sansa replied resentfully.

There should be relative peace, at least that's what he would like. Unfortunately, it seemed like they hadn't earned it yet. They might be home in Winterfell, but that didn't mean the end of their problems.

In the south, Cersei Lannister crowned herself Queen of the Seven Kingdoms after the death of her second son. This more or less meant that they will probably face another war in future, and there was also a threat from beyond the Wall... As if that wasn't enough, a raven from Dragonstone flew in today. Visenya Targaryen invites him to a meeting. In what case? This wasn't in the letter, but it was easy to guess.

He didn't know much about her, only whose child she was and that Tywin Lannister had saved her from death. And of course he had heard about her exploits in Slaver's Bay and that she had four dragons. And now she was back in Westeros and inviting him to a meeting.

Interesting choice of words, as if they were supposed to meet as equals, as if she didn't consider herself better. Maybe he has a wrong impression, maybe she doesn't have much of an ego at all and doesn't think that she just deserves everything? But is this better than the ambition to subjugate the entire continent?

Besides, what choice did he have? Stay in the North and wait until she comes to him - probably not so nice anymore - or take a risk and go to meet this famous Mother of Dragons. Since she's supposedly so good, maybe he can convince her to help him in the impending war with the Night King? Or at least allow him to mine dragonglass, of which - as Sam, now staying in the Citadel, has learned - there are large deposits on Dragonstone?

"What choice do I have?" he answered her question, leaning on the railing and looking at the main courtyard of the castle. It used to be easier to argue with her. And while last time they agreed on retaking the castle and the battle, this time they couldn't come to an agreement at all.

"At least discuss this with the bannermen! Or let me talk some sense into you." he understood her frustration, and he knew that what he was about to do was more stupid than brave. Although he did not see it as a choice between life and death, but between a quicker death and later death. He would either die on Dragonstone or at Winterfell, killed by her or the Night King and the army of the undead.

A drowning man catches at a straw.

"What for?" he replied, one could say dismissively and shrugged. "They will only question my decision. They have recognized me as their king, I have the last word. Even Jon eventually accepted it."

The conversation with his stepbrother wasn't the easiest either. Jon offered to go with Davos instead of him. Ultimately, however, he understood him and respected his decision. Their sister didn't want to do the same.

"Hasn't experience taught you anything?" he sighed at Sansa's words. It was cold enough that the air that left his mouth was white. At least he wasn't cold like when he had to travel halfway across the continent on his own to reach Castle Black. "I was already told once that you were dead. Do I have to go through this again, only this time for the rest of my life?"

"If I don't come back, it means she's our enemy." he wasn't going to address her question or her words at all, because that would mean scratching wounds that had barely healed.

"She's a Targaryen, of course she's an enemy."

"If we judged each other by what our ancestors did, all families would be enemies." he replied quickly, somehow he had a feeling that Sansa would mention her like that.

Robb, on the other hand, saw no point in disliking her because of what her father, grandfather, or anyone else in the family had done. She had nothing to do with their actions, just as he had nothing to do with the actions of his ancestors. Everyone makes their own decisions and it is unfair to judge by name.

Unfortunately, many people thought otherwise.

"I've learned one thing: All those who are not our family are enemies." he wanted to sigh again, but he held back. Instead, he looked down and read the short letter in his hands again.

"She can help us." he said after a long moment of silence, even though he no longer had any hope of convincing his sister.

"In exchange for what? For obedience." she leaned on the railing next to him. "She came to Westeros with an army, a fleet and dragons, she wants to take the throne."

"It's obvious." he muttered in a not very nice tone, which was not intended. He cleared his throat before continuing. "Would you rather everyone die, everyone in the North, than bend the knee? Do you really value pride more than survival?"

He also thought long and hard about what Visenya would want in exchange for her help with the Night King - assuming she would agree to help them at all. The first thing that came to his mind was an oath of fealty, after all, that's why she came back, to take the Iron Throne and all kingdoms with it. Surely she expects that from him, why else would she invite him to Dragonstone?

"If you bend the knee to her, it's all been in vain."

"It won't be in vain if we die?" he finally looked at her. It was obvious that this decision wasn't easy for him, after how much everyone had suffered and fought, but he wasn't stupid, he realized that they couldn't win with her,  even if only half of what they said about her was true. "If I bend the knee..." he looked forward again. "...won't you turn your back on me and help me convince the Lords that this was the only decision?"

Silence. Unbearable silence. He wanted to shake her to make her answer anything, even refuse him, tell him that she would never agree with such a decision. But she remained silent. She looked at him and was silent. He didn't look at her himself, but felt her eyes on him and it wasn't comfortable. As if she was looking straight into his soul.

"You are my brother. I may argue with you, but I will never leave you. The Starks must stick together." she pushed herself off the railing and started to walk away before stopping abruptly. "Don't get yourself killed."

"Then you or Jon will be in charge, don't you like that prospect?" he said jokingly, wanting to lighten the atmosphere a bit.

She turned and looked at him for a moment before quickly walking back and hugging him tightly. He hugged her back.

"I'd rather have a brother, even if he makes stupid decisions sometimes."

* * *

On Dragonstone, there was a meeting in the map room. Visenya was expecting guests, her allies in the near future. She had to present them with a further plan of action, one that would be effective and at the same time would not result in too many casualties.

Everything was cleaned up and new figures were placed on the map, placed according to the knowledge they had. Apparently, most of the Lannister troops were in King's Landing, where they had to quell the riots caused by the destruction of the sept and Cersei's ascension to Queen.

So much for being the first recorded Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

"Not many families support my sister, and those who do, do so because they don't know you. They prefer the familiar evil, so to speak."  she passed over calling her 'evil', she understood what Tyrion meant.

She kept her hands clasped in front of her and looked at the map, wondering if she could handle it. After all, she's the one who has to accept or reject the plan when she doesn't really have much experience. Fortunately, she has people with her who know a little more. They had already discussed their options as they traveled, but there was little they could do without knowing the ultimate situation they would face in Westeros.

"We're expecting Ellaria Sand in about a week." at this point she stopped listening to her Hand. She was surprised by the name she heard. "Highgarden is a lot further away, so we can expect Olenna Tyrell in about two weeks, so we have plenty of time to-"

"One sec." she finally interrupted him. "Ellaria Sand?" she repeated. "Why her? Isn't Dorne ruled by the Martells?"

No one wanted to answer her question, which made her immediately suspicious. Something was not told to her, something was hidden from her...

"Your Grace... Oberyn died at King's Landing, and Dorian was killed at Sunspear." Tyrion finally spoke up.

"Excuse me?" she wanted to shout it out, but she stopped herself. She expected an explanation, immediately.

"Oberyn died during a trial by combat. He fought against the Mountain, he wanted to avenge your mother and siblings." he explained, but looked away from her immediately after saying these words. From that she knew that he must have had something to do with it. "My own father wanted to convict me for the murder of Joffrey, which I did not commit. So I demanded a trial by combat and Oberyn decided to be my champion. Unfortunately he died..."

But you survived, she wanted to say, but stopped herself. This wasn't a good time to argue. Besides, no matter how much she wanted to blame him for the death of the man who always took her side and tried to save her from Tywin, she couldn't. From what Tyrion says, Oberyn decided on his own that he wanted to fight. He wanted to take revenge and died. She should direct her anger at the Mountain, who killed so much of her family, and not at Tyrion, who is merely trying to survive.

She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and stop the tears that were about to spring to her eyes. She cannot mourn those who died, she must avenge them and make them proud of her. Tears will do no good.

"And Dorian?"

"After Oberyn's death, the people of Dorne demanded revenge, going to war with the Lannisters. Instead, the prince welcomed Jaime Lannister when he sneaked into Dorne, allowed him and Princess Myrcella to return to King's Landing, and sent his son with them. People didn't like it." Varys shortened her this story, omitting the fact that Ellaria killed Dorian, for the good of the alliance.

She nodded and for a moment there was silence again. Everyone was waiting for what Visenya would say, should they go back to planning the war or would she continue to pursue the topic of her uncles? She wanted to ask about Trystane and Myrcella, but she guessed that they must have died somehow too.

And neither of the two bothered to tell her about it, as if they were afraid of how she would react. As if they had something to do with it and were afraid of the consequences... Is that how they see her? Did they think she would do something to Tyrion because Oberyn decided to fight for him? How could she blame him? She is trying everything to trust them because she has to if they are to change the world together, and they are afraid to be honest with her?

"Remember what you said, Tyrion. That you will never betray my trust." she said to her Hand, giving him a warning look, this would be their first and last warning about sincerity. She then moved her gaze to Varys, who was standing across the table. "When you came to Meereen with Tyrion, I wanted to kill you." she started and moved from her place to go around the table and stand in front of him. "That's the first thing that came to my mind when I saw you. After all, it was because of you that my aunt died. You tried to kill me too. I wondered for a long time whether I did the right thing..." she stopped for a moment, looking at the map, but quickly returned her eyes to him. "But thanks to you, I have two allies. Perhaps you deserve a little trust. But you have to promise me something."

"If you demand blind loyalty-"

"No." she interrupted quickly and smiled gently. "Courage. And honesty." she emphasized these two words, making it clear that this was the only and last time they kept something from her. "I want you to promise that you will never hide anything from me, no matter how nasty and hurtful the truth is. And that if I stray from the right path, you won't start conspiring against me, instead you'll tell me straight to my face what I'm doing wrong."

"I promise, my Queen." We will see how much your word is worth.

"Let me remind you what I promised you." she looked from one to the other. "If you ever betray me, I will burn you alive."

"Forgive me, my Queen." She turned around when she heard Grey Worm's voice. "The Red Priestess of As'shai has arrived and requests to see you."

She wasn't expecting any visitors today, much less this one. However, due to how the Red Priests had helped control the situation in Meereen, she decided not to postpone this meeting until later. Besides, the atmosphere in the chamber had become tense and everyone could use a little break from focusing on the war.

She was interested in what this woman had to tell her. She assumed it must have been something important since she had come specifically to meet her. She was waiting for her in the main hall, so it wasn't far.

"Dāria Visenya." the woman greeted, bowing. "Īlen iā buzdari istin, sindita se liortan, qilontan se ozbārtan. Issa iā rigle naejot rhaenagon pryjatys hen belma."

*"Queen Visenya. I was once a slave, bought and sold, beaten and branded. It is truly an honor to meet the Breaker of Chains."*

"Vokto melna dohaertan maghagon lyks isse Meereen, syt bona iksan syt mirre isse aōha gēlȳn. Tolvie mēre hen ao iksis olvie treseo rȳ Zaldrīzesdōron." she replied, smiling at her. "Skoros iksis aōha brōzi?"

*"The red priests helped bring order to Meereen, for which I am eternally grateful. You are all welcome on Dragonstone. What is your name?"*

"Brōzio ñuha iksis Melisandre."

*"My name is Melisandre."*

"She once served another, Stannis, who also wanted the Iron Throne." she glanced over her shoulder at Varys. Did they know each other or did the birds just chirp him about her? "It didn't end very well for him, did it?"

Melisandre didn't say anything for a moment, but she didn't lower her eyes. She soon replied:

"No."

"Fortunately, the new Queen is gracious and gives a second chance to those who once walked on the wrong path." Vis decided to speak so that the conversation wouldn't go off track and Varys wouldn't feel too confident. "The Lord of Light doesn't have many followers in Westeros. Well, that may change after the recent destruction of the Sept of Baelor."

"Even those who do not believe in Lord can serve in his cause."

She raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. She herself did not believe in any gods, but she did not forbid others to do so. After all, she was experiencing things herself that shouldn't have been possible. But she was more inclined to believe in magic rather than deities that control people's lives.

"And what does your Lord expect from me? Because I assume you asked for a meeting to tell me something like that."

"Se Bantāzma iksis māzis se mērī dārilaros bona iksin kivio kessa maghagon se ñāqes."

*"The Long Night is coming and only the Prince who was promised will bring the dawn."*

"Dārilaros... Tricky, because this noun has no gender in High Valyrian, doesn't it?" she looked at Missandei, looking for confirmation. The girl nodded, smiling gently. "Do you think I can be this... Princess that was promised? Why?"

"Hen ōrbar se lopor ziry kessa sagon āzma, se tolī jēdri hen botagon sigligon isse perzys naejot mazverdagon se vys iā arlie. Zȳhon ērinagon toliot sȳndror kessa maghagon jaedos bona kessa dōrī mōris, morghon itself kessa obūljagon zȳha ybon, se lī qilōni morghūljagon vīlībāzma syt zȳhon zitso kessa sagon sigligon." she explained, still speaking Valyrian for some reason. Perhaps it was all some kind of prophecy they learned while training to become priests and priestesses?

*"He will be born of smoke and salt, and reborn through suffering and fire to remake the world. His victory over darkness will bring summer that will never end, death itself will bend its knee, and those who died fighting his cause will be reborn."*

She decides to don't think about this prophecy, she was convinced that she could only see her future in dreams. Moreover, it was hard for her to believe that someone had not modified these predictions to fit specific people. She might be grateful to the Red Priests for taking control of the situation in Meereen, but she wasn't going to believe every word they said.

But we know a few things. She was born when flames were raging in the capital, so there was also smoke. Her mother gave birth to her in pain, with lots of tears, salt. The Dothraki follow her because she walked out of the massive fire unhurt. She dreamed of dead people kneeling before her.

"Sounds like a pretty general description, considering prophecies are read indirectly. As long as they are taken seriously at all." she replied very skeptically.

"Your father believed in this prophecy, the dream of your great ancestor, Aegon the Conqueror. Didn't he?" she asked ser Arthur, as if she knew perfectly well about his entire relationship with Rhaegar. She surprised him, but he didn't show it and just nodded. Melisandre then returned her gaze to Visenya. "You have dreams too, don't you, my Queen?"

"Everyone dreams sometimes about things that are more or less probable."

Again her answer was skeptical, but this time because she didn't want to reveal much, not because she didn't believe. This woman was suspicious, she knew things she shouldn't have known. People who knew a lot - like Varys - were always suspicious. But they knew so much because they had spies everywhere, they didn't rely on... She can't even say on what.

Melisandre didn't say anything else, but smiled, as if she knew that some part of Visenya believed her words.

Too bad Vis didn't know that while she was being held captive by the Dothraki, the most important priestess of R'hllor came to Meereen and uttered the exact same words, regarding the Queen as the one who was promised.

"I offer you a chamber on Dragonstone and all my hospitality, but now you must forgive me, I have important duties." naturally, it was an excuse, as she felt uncomfortable talking to her and didn't want to go back to planning the war now.

She needed some time outside, alone. In the evening they will return to the plans of conquering the Seven Kingdoms.

~

-> Chapter XXXIV ''A meeting'' -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

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-> Chapter XXXI ''Command''

Chapter XXXII ''Dragonstone''

This should have been their last day in Meereen. Tomorrow morning everything should be ready to sail and in about three months they will be on Dragonstone. A lot of time, but considering that she spent over four years in Essos, a few months doesn't seem that long anymore.

She has never seen anything in Westeros other than Casterly Rock and King's Landing, and soon she will finally have the opportunity to see her own lands. She wonders what they look like... She always wanted to see the Eyrie, or Highgarden and all its gardens... Or Winterfell, apparently it's huge, much bigger than the Red Keep and second only to Harrenhal. Tyrion told her that the castle made an impression on him and when he heard about the fire he was even sad and somewhere he hoped that they would rebuild what was destroyed.

She stood on the balcony and watched the sunset, this is the last time she can admire it here. She had the feeling that she didn't want to leave this place, these people, these views. Everything has become so peaceful lately, it's hard to leave these lands and go into the unknown, not knowing what awaits you. She won here, but will she win there too? This was what she feared the most, the unknown. It wasn't even about gaining the throne, it was a symbol, nothing more. She wouldn't want to get it if it didn't mean so much to people, if they didn't think a ruler must sit on the Iron Throne in King's Landing.

These are problems of the not so distant future, and now she will have to face one more thing... Telling Daario that he is staying in Essos. She put it off because she didn't want to break his heart and... And at the same time, she selfishly didn't want to deprive herself of the warmth of his arms when he hugged her. Now she can't escape it.

"Your ships are almost ready." she didn't want to take her eyes off the city, but she had to make things clear. She took the goblet of wine from the railing and returned into the room, where she set it on the table. "I saw that they were finishing painting the sails, they will definitely be done by tomorrow."

"That's good." she replied, forcing a smile. She went to sit on the couch, put her hands on her knees and started playing with her fingers.

"I wonder how the Dothraki will cope with 'poisonous water.' And then-"

"You're not coming with us." she interrupted him before she chickened out again, there was no time to put things off.

They looked at each other in silence for a moment before Daario moved closer to her and stopped in front of the couch. She could tell she surprised him with that statement, but it seemed like he didn't understand it like he should have.

Or he didn't want to understand it.

"New strategy? Second Sons will attack from the west, will we surprise them? We will take Casterly Rock and the Lannisters will remain isolated in King's Landing." he sat down next to her and grabbed her hand gently to stop her from playing with her fingers. He sensed something was wrong, but thought she was just stressed about the travel.

"Good idea." she forced herself to smile again, it was visible in her eyes. "But you're staying here. You're not sailing to Westeros."

As she crushed it out, a stone got off of her chest, but was immediately replaced by another one, caused by the fact that she clearly hurt Daario.

"But...Visenya-"

"There is finally peace in Meereen." she interrupted him, leaning out of the couch to reach for a goblet of wine and handed it to him as if it would ease his pain. "I want you and Second Sons to make sure it lasts. You will rule in my name..."

"Fuck Meereen."

"Don't say that, we have to take care of this city. And I have one more request for you: End slavery in Lys and Volantis, the last cities where it still exists. If-"

"I'm here for you, not for them." he interrupted her, not accepting the cup, which she kept holding out towards him. He got off the couch and knelt on the ground in front of her. Finally, resigned, she put the goblet back on the table. "I love you, I want to serve you, kill your enemies, give you what you want..." he sighed in frustration.

"I want to destroy slavery, completely. And you swore to me." she noticed. "So I order you to stay in Essos."

She saw that her words did not satisfy him in any way, and that was not what they were intended to do. She was supposed to be honest, not comfort him. She couldn't treat it like her relationship with Jaime, because she didn't feel anything towards him, it was easy to reject him and run away, start a new life. Daario she didn't want to abandon, she liked him, a lot. Maybe it wasn't love, but leaving a friend is never easy. Especially since it was with him that she shared the first intimate moments of her life and will never forget it.

"If I want to rule Westeros, I must make alliances. And we all know that the best way to do that is through marriage." she explained calmly when he still didn't get up from the ground and held her hand.

He sighed and then asked:

"Who are you marrying this time?"

"I don't know yet, but for someone for sure." she shrugged. Involuntarily, she raised her hand and plunged it into his hair, combing it as if it would calm him down.

"You are the Queen, not a prize for the highest bidder." her hand froze in his hair when he said that, and mostly because he was right. Unfortunately, the reality was different, she couldn't fight the whole world alone, she had to secure alliances. She has already seen what it is like to rule without the support of the strong, influential and rich. She won't let that happen again.

Her word was final, but she still felt the need to explain her decision and do it in a way that he no longer questioned it, accepted it.

"I can't sail to Westeros with my lover." she finally said, the last argument she had left.

"The king wouldn't think twice about it, he would just do it."

"The king doesn't worry about illegitimate children." she replied. "He will deny they're his and the matter will be over. I can't do that, my heir must be legitimate, otherwise the Lords won't accept him."

"Then screw the Lords." If only it were that simple... "I don't care who you have children with, who sits next to you in the throne room. I only want you, I love you, do you understand?"

She doesn't understand. She would like to, but she doesn't understand. She doesn't know what it's like to love someone so much that you can't live without him. She doesn't know what it's like to be rejected by a loved one. She can only feel sorry for him, but her decision remains unchanged.

Besides, she's waiting to meet this mysterious boy...

"Is that what you would like? Be my mistress?"

"I'm not proud of it, but... I only care about being with you. Seeing you every day, making you smile. I make you happy, I know it, you do too." she looked down, but not for long, because Daario took her chin and lifted it. "Let me go with you, fight for you."

She moved her hand from his hair to his cheek, caressing it gently before leaning in and placing a kiss on his lips. She tried to pour into it everything she felt and wanted to say, but couldn't find the right words. She wanted to give him this one more moment, hoping that it would be like a balm to his heart, and not a knife that would only deepen the wounds.

"This isn't goodbye." she whispered once she had pulled away. "We'll see each other again, I promise. Until then, we will exchange letters."

He didn't say anything. The silence was worse for her than if he continued arguing with her, or even shouting, crying, whatever. Because this silence was more eloquent than all the words in the world.

He let go of her hand and stood up. He took a step back and finally reached for the wine she had offered him earlier. He drank it all at once.

"You will get the throne you want so much, I'm sure of it. I wish I could see it." it hurt. "But I won't betray you, ever. I will do everything you wish. I hope you won't forget about me." he gave her a forced smile, she saw it. "I will wait, Visenya Targaryen, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, of the Great Grass Sea, of Dragon's Bay and my heart." after these words, he bowed slightly to her and quickly walked out, leaving her alone in this large room.

It's strange, she didn't feel lonely here before, and now the emptiness is tearing her apart.

She was supposed to talk to Tyrion that same evening, but she was unable to sit still in her chamber. Instead, she wandered the corridors of the Great Pyramid for a long time before finally finding herself in the audience chamber where she had spent so much time over the last two - or so - years. She was sitting on the stone steps, with a window behind her and a jug of wine and an empty goblet next to her. She didn't even like the taste of it, but at least she didn't feel so alone.

Hearing footsteps on the stairs, she looked up and saw that it was Tyrion who had come to her. Apparently he was fed up with waiting and decided to look for her.

"Sorry, I had to... Be alone for a while." she said, even a little too loud, because her voice echoed throughout the entire room.

Tyrion just nodded and sat down next to her, taking the jug in his hands and drinking straight from it, not bothering to go get the goblet or take hers. They sat like that in silence for a while, before Vis gathered herself to say why she felt that way and started talking.

"I left a man who loves me so much that he would do anything for me. And you know what I feel? Emptiness." she wasn't looking at him, but somewhere ahead.

It was strange for her, no heartbreak, no tears, just... Emptiness. Something that was pulling her down, that brought dark clouds over her.

"A good ruler sometimes has to sacrifice something." she didn't answer, but she took the jug from him and drank a little herself, also not bothering about pouring herself to a goblet. After one sip, she set it aside, but on the other side, so Tyrion wouldn't reach for it again. They can't get drunk here, their journey begins in the morning, and she still needs to discuss one thing with him. "He wasn't the first or the last to love you."

"Do you think Jaime..." the words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them.

It seems since she ran away it must have been at the back of her head: Wondering if Jaime really loved her. And now there was the question of whether she had hurt him as much as she hurt Daario. What must he have felt when she pushed him away while they were kissing?

Well, the cold water certainly quickly cooled his enthusiasm.

"Yes." Tyrion replied, guessing what she wanted to ask. "You could compete with Cersei, your hair is blonde enough." he managed to make her laugh a little, because she smiled, lowering her head a bit. Tyrion himself laughed briefly as well. He didn't blame her for what she did because she did it to escape. It was nice to see this girl happy and not constantly depressed at Casterly Rock or King's Landing. "He would treat you well." he added when the amusement had subsided.

"But I wouldn't be happy." she quickly retorted. He didn't dare to argue with this statement.

"So it's finally happening." Tyrion decided to change the subject. "The girl who had nothing but a name has her own army, fleet and four dragons. Everything you could want after escaping. Enough to subjugate a continent. How do you feel with it?"

For a moment she considered whether she should answer honestly. After all, the truth was that she was afraid, afraid as hell. When the idea of ​​returning to her home lands was distant, she longed for it. Then she found a purpose in her life: Changing the world. But this only postponed her return to Westeros. She could lead the campaign to Lys and Volantis herself, but it would take months or even years. And now that she had allies ready to support her claim to the crown, she couldn't delay. If she was alone and had to build ships, she would go to these two cities in person. But one day she will see them. She will see the whole world that she is so curious about, all the places she has always dreamed of seeing.

She decided not to lie.

"I'm afraid."

I'm afraid of war, I'm afraid of death, I'm afraid of how much I might lose. I'm afraid of letting people down. I'm afraid I'll fail. I'm afraid it will all be in vain. I'm afraid that I'm not good enough, that it will turn out that I'm not suitable for the role I aspire to. I don't even realize how many things I'm afraid of, because I keep pushing these fears deep inside myself, not wanting to show weakness. This admission brought them all to the surface.

"Good." surprised, she finally looked at her interlocutor for the first time since he sat next to her. "You're in the great game now, and great game is terrifying. Only a madman like the Mad King wouldn't have doubts and fear of losing."

"What if I lose?" she asked quietly, almost in a whisper.

"You will die. And everyone who follows you too."

She shuddered, although she tried to hide it. Knowing how much there was to lose chilled her blood and motivated her to act. I cannot fail. I just can't.

"That's why I can't lose." she got up from the steps, Tyrion did it right after her. Vis finally decided to bring up the matter why she wanted to see him. "I need all the help I can get. From you too."

"I would offer you my sword, but... I don't have one."

She smiled, like she did when he joked about his brother's preferences. It was kind of cute that he wanted to fight for her, considering she will be fighting against his family.

"I have enough people to fight. I need something else from you." she reached into the small pocket behind the neckline of her dress and took out a pin, which she was still hiding from his sight. She wasn't sure about this decision yet, but she thought that everything will be revealed in time. "I had it made basing on what I remember... If you ever have any doubts, decide that you no longer want to serve me, that you are not able to fight against your family, you can resign. I will give you a horse or a ship and enough food and money to get you wherever you wish to go." he didn't say anything. He already guessed what was going on, even though he was surprised by such a move. She reached out to him and pinned the mark of the Hand of the King on his chest. "But for now... Tyrion Lannister, I name you Hand of the Queen."

Still slightly shocked, he knelt down on one knee in front of her and bowed his head. Apart from the fact that he did not expect that she would entrust him with such an important position, he had never encountered a ruler who would allow someone not to accept the honor. Moreover, you can resign at any time without telling a reason.

He will help this girl. He will do everything in his power to help her sit on the Iron Throne, because he has never met anyone in his life who deserved it more than her.

"It's an honor, my Queen. I won't betray your trust."

* * *

In the morning she stood before boarding the ship that would take her to Westeros. She was about to set foot on the ramp, but hesitated. She turned her head and looked out to sea and the multitude of other ships, under the colors of the Tyrells, Martells, and Greyjoys as well. Once she gets on board everything will change, there will be no turning back. The waves will carry them to lands that were once nothing but pain to her. Now she thought of them as a homecoming.

"Something's wrong?" she turned abruptly to ser Arthur, standing on her right.

"Nothing, just..." she stopped and looked out at the sea again. "Four years ago I left King's Landing on a similar boat. Back then I had nothing, I didn't think I could achieve anything. I ran away because I wanted to be free... And now I'm going back there, with my ships, with my army and my dragons. Sounds like a dream." she smiled, but then jumped when she unexpectedly felt a pinch on her hand. "Ouch!"

"You're definitely not dreaming this." he smiled and shrugged.

"Did you pinch my father like that too?" she muttered, pretending to be offended.

"Many times, he was very fond of talking about dreams. He only stepped on the ground when necessary."

She rolled her eyes and glanced, this time at the city she was leaving behind. For the entire continent she is leaving. Her life had changed a lot since she left, but she didn't regret taking that step. It is possible that she is the last of her kind and she will certainly not allow her to fade into oblivion in the depths of history. She left her mark forever here, in Essos, and now it's time to do the same in Westeros.

"This way, my Queen." ser Arthur pointed her to the ramp and smiled encouragingly. When she asked him one last, silent question, he only nodded.

Selaria, Daenerys, Ser Barristan, you will be proud of me.

With that in mind, she confidently placed her foot on the ramp and entered the ship, where Tyrion, Missandei, and Varys were already waiting for her.

* * *

First, a simple, black, cotton shirt. Then the pants, reaching to the waist and emphasizing it. Then high-heeled shoes, which she tied while sitting on her bunk in her cabin. When she was finished, she stood up and reached for something that she had ordered to be done before sailing to Westeros, when she decided that she needed more practical clothes, and warmer ones. It resembled a coat, the one with buttons on the inside so they weren't visible. She smoothed out the fabric that reached about her knees. Then she adjusted the long sleeves, similar to those on the gowns she wore in Meereen. All she had left to wear was a few rings and a hair ornament, a pin with three dragon heads facing back to back. She put it in the braids at the back of her head and was ready to go.

"It uuits you." Missandei smiled at her, she was waiting for Visenya outside the door.

"It suits you too." she returned the compliment. "Do we have anything planned for today?"

"Yes, dis-"

"Dragonstone on the horizon!" they were interrupted by a shout from the deck.

Visenya didn't give Missandei a chance to repeat herself. An excitement that she hadn't even expected washed over her. She ran up the stairs to the deck of the ship and quickly walked to the bow. The crew were shouting something to each other, but she didn't pay attention to it. It was morning, she and Missandei were the first to go on deck, and from the excitement that appeared among the people, it could be concluded that it was about to get crowded.

In the distance, they could actually see their destination, Dragonstone. Hundreds of years ago, this was where her ancestors stayed when they fled Old Valyria. Now she will live here, at least for a while.

She was so absorbed that she didn't even notice that others had also appeared on board, including Tyrion, who stood on her right.

"Welcome home, Your Majesty."

She didn't count how much time had passed between the moment she saw land and when she stood on the jolly boat. The dragons flew over their heads, heading straight for the castle and flying around it. From this distance she couldn't see its full beauty yet, but she already knew it is extraordinary. She felt it.

The boat reached the shore. She waited impatiently for the steps to be placed so she could finally set foot on land. Of course, she was the first to leave and took quite large steps towards the castle. At some point, however, she stopped, looking up at the huge building. With a sigh, she crouched down, resting her hands on her knees, and then moved one of them to the wet sand.

When she sailed here, she thought that she was sailing home, that she would finally find a place for herself in the world, after all, no matter how you look at it, this is also her family home. How many people passed through these lands? When her ancestors came to this shore, it was an empty island, nothing special. And yet they chose this place as their home. She lifted her hand from the sand and ran the grains between her fingers, thinking about this new chapter that was beginning in her life. She is responsible for thousands of lives, she cannot fail them.

Hearing the screech of the dragons, she looked up back at the path in front of her. She has decided to walk on it, there is no turning back. Enough of hesitating, enough of dreaming about the future, it's time to start building it.

She stood up, dusting off her hands, and confidently moved forward. She breathed deeply, calming her heartbeat.

The first steps led to a gate, a great gate. At the ground on both sides it was surrounded by sculptures of dragon heads, and at the top their entire figures. The two Unsullied went to open the passage for her while she focused on admiring the walls, which were already very ornate in themselves.

She didn't even notice that her closest companions were following her. She felt as if she were exploring this castle herself, as if its beauty was reserved only for her. Behind the gate, there were even more stairs waiting for them, but the beauty of the castle finally became visible. The gates looked like dragon heads and the towers were topped with figures of these beasts. The building definitely looked like the seat of a family with a dragon as its sigil.

She took two steps at a time to get inside as quickly as possible. Even there, the details in the decoration were taken care of, even though the interior was not rich in small decorations, like the Red Keep. The door handles resembled dragons, and the entire door looked as if it was covered with dragon scales.

The only thing she didn't like was the Stannis Baratheon's banner hanging inside. She grabbed the fabric and pulled it down hard, throwing it to the ground. This place would never be anyone's other than her family's again. If she is the last of her house, then let it be deserted, but let no one defile it with their sigils.

After passing through several corridors, with the sound of her heels echoing first and others following behind her, they finally stopped in front of a door where stood a throne carved into the rock. Once upon a time, the heirs to the throne resided in this castle, they were titled Prince of Dragonstone and this throne was for them. Her parents also once lived here, so she would probably have been born here if it weren't for the war.

Thinking about being here and actually being within these walls were two different things. She didn't expect that this place would make such an impression on her, that it would make her think about all her ancestors, especially the most famous ones: Aegon the Conqueror and his sisters, Visenya and Rhaenys. She is the first Visenya since the Conquest, and the second woman to claim the Iron Throne.

Rhaenyra failed to go down in history as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, even though she deserved it. It didn't make her feel optimistic, but times had changed. Rhaenyra fought against her brother, both sides had dragons, the kingdoms were divided. She is the only person in the world who has dragons. There is no male member of House Targaryen to challenge her claim to the throne.

This is how I will go down in the pages of history, right next to the Breaker of Chains - she thought, entering the large room with the throne.

The chambers needed cleaning, of course, but that's not a problem, she has enough people to do it in one day, at least the most important rooms. She didn't know the exact layout of the castle, only what she remembered from the notes in the books, but there should be another room here, just above the cliff...

She climbed the stairs almost to the throne and looked around for a passage. It was to the left, and she immediately directed her steps that way. This chamber was smaller, but no less important. A bas-relief of a dragon decorated the wall, and the main thing that took up almost the entire space was a table.

But not just any ordinary wooden table... Made of stone, in the shape of Westeros, with all the most important castles, rivers, forests and mountains carved into it. There were even figurines on it and three chairs pushed aside. Everything was dusty, left to its fate at some point. She moved to the very end of the table, her eyes wandering over the places marked on the map. This is where they will plan their next steps, where to fight the battle, and how to transport the troops.

She rested her hands on the stone table and raised her head, looking at her companions who had come here with her.

"Let's begin." she said, interrupting the sound of waves crashing on the cliffs behind her.

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-> Chapter XXXIII ''Dārilaros'' -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

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Born in Flames || Game of Thrones

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-> Chapter XXX ''First, you have to win with yourself''

Chapter XXXI ''Command''

They managed to extend the matter by two days, always something. However, Masters did not want to meet Visenya in Meereen, they suggested a place outside the city. During this time, she managed to send a messenger with a letter telling her army to keep quick pace, with a bit of luck they will be just at the time she needs them.

On the same evening that she finally managed to bathe, she went down to the catacombs, all alone. She wanted to see Rhaegal and Viserion, even if Tyrion had already freed them. But after opening the entrance, it turned out that there had been long since they destroyed the outer wall and escaped - something Tyrion didn't bother to tell her, or perhaps he was afraid to do so. She deserved it, but she hoped they hadn't run away for good and, like Drogon and Maelia, would eventually return.

In the meantime, she had to go to a meeting with the Masters and hope that everything would  go her way after all.

"I offered you peace a long time ago." Razdal, whom she once had the pleasure of talking to before she took Yunkai, was the first to speak. "If you weren't so arrogant, you'd be in your homeland right now, rich, with your entire fleet of ships. Instead, you will leave Slaver's Bay on foot, with only what you have on yourself, like the beggar queen you are."

She didn't even hide her annoyance, just rolled her eyes, openly showing what she thought about what he said. Is she arrogant? She would say she's naive rather than arrogant. And she definitely won't leave this place on foot, they can forget about it. When she does, she will leave the bay on a ship, leading her army to Westeros, most likely to Dragonstone, because they probably won't find a better place for their base.

"We're here to discuss the terms of surrender, not to exchange insults." Tyrion remarked, standing to her right.

They can insult her all they want, she doesn't take any of their insults personally.

"Conditions are simple." began the man standing to Razdal's right. She didn't know him, but apparently he was some Yezzan zo Qaggaz. There was another one, to Razdal's left, she was told that man was Belicho Paenymion. Well, nowadays it doesn't matter what they are called. "You and your friends from across the sea will move out of the Great Pyramid and leave Meereen and all of Slaver's Bay. The Unsullied you stole from Kraznys mo Nakloz will remain, and they will be sold to the highest bidder. The same goes for the translator you also stole from Kraznys. And the dragons you have will be slaughtered." she raised an eyebrow. How are they going to kill the dragons that are capable of devouring them whole?

"Something else?" she asked.

"We show you mercy. If you ever set foot in Slaver's Bay again, you will be crucified."

"Something else?" this time there was impatience in her voice. She didn't look defeated or worried about her life. In the Masters' eyes she must have been crazy, after all, they dictated the conditions, the city was at their mercy.

Or at least that's what they thought.

"No."

"Great." she cleared her throat, looking at all three of them who came to meet her. "I reject your conditions, and here are mine: You can choose the type of death." after these words there was silence. Now they thought she was completely mad and didn't take her words seriously, even though they instilled a bit of fear in them... "I gave you a chance, the opportunity to mend your ways, but you rejected it. This is the last act of mercy I can give you, and only because you brought ships here with you. I really need them. If the crew surrenders, they will be allowed to go."

The men looked at each other. Any sign of fear quickly disappeared and was replaced by amusement.

"I understand, it must be hard for you." said Razdal. "Getting used to a new reality is never easy. So I'll tell you straight... Your reign is over."

There was silence again for a moment before she answered. She looked somewhere behind them, at the view of the sea. She saw something there that she had been waiting for.

"Your reign is over." she emphasized the first word strongly. "My has just began."

She saw that he wanted to deny it, but he fell silent when he heard an inhuman screech in the distance. Yezzan turned first, followed by the other two men, and finally the soldiers. Several merciless moments of silence passed before they realized what was coming after them - or rather flying at them.

Drogon emerged from behind the rock, and his roar quickly spread through the air. At that moment, none of the Masters were convinced of their dominance over her, and when Drogon - who landed on the top of the rocky structure - was joined by Maelia, landing right next to Vis, fear completely took over their hearts.

They expected a weak city led by a woman with an army too weak to stop them, no ships, and dragons she couldn't control. They were confident of their quick victory and restoring Meereen to its 'former glory', but they had just come face to face with two beasts.

Not for long, though, because as soon as Visenya got on the white dragon's back, both creatures rose back into the air, heading towards the attacking ships, but that didn't make Masters' situation any better.

Vis knew that the situation was already taken care of with them, she gave appropriate orders to Tyrion and Grey Worm, they know what to do. Now it's her turn. From above she could see the entire city and fleet that was attacking it. She also saw two more dragons flying from the left side, from outside the city. Her heart immediately felt warm at the thought that Viserion and Rhaegal had not abandoned her. They were noticeably smaller than Maelia and Drogon, probably because she had left them locked up for so long. But that's nothing, now they are free, they have a whole life to live up to their siblings.

She couldn't burn all the ships if she wanted to take over the fleet. She just had to show who had the real power and she was sure that the ordinary soldiers would surrender, they had homes to which they certainly wanted to return.

The dragons stopped above one of the ships, which was clearly visible to the other attackers. They waited for her signal, not daring to attack without permission. Before she did anything, she held onto the spikes on Maelia's back tightly and looked out towards the city gates, where the Dothraki were approaching.

So we managed to do it...

She smiled to herself and looked back at the ship below them. The cruelty necessary to make the rest surrender.

"Dracarys." she said it in her Valyrian accent, in which the 'r' is pronounced so pleasantly to the ear. Seconds later, she saw how much strength she actually had.

Four dragons breathing fire simultaneously into one ship, sank- No... They completely destroyed it within seconds. It was a force that everyone had to reckon with, even herself. People will be more afraid of them than of her - unless they consider how she might use them.

Previously, she had not realized how much destruction dragons could cause. Therefore, it was hard for her to imagine how terrible the war between Rhaenyra and Aegon had been, how terrifying was the battle in which Aegon the Conqueror and his sisters used all three dragons, how quickly Aegon and Visenya had been able to burn Dorne after Rhaenys' death...

On the one hand, the flames gave her a kind of strength, self-confidence and a sense of control over everyone, but on the other they terrified her. It terrified her that she could conquer the Seven Kingdoms as quickly as burn them.

Fire and blood.

* * *

A few days have passed since peace finally returned to the city. Tyrion was right, the citizens loved her, even though she was gone for a long time and couldn't defend them. Now everything was back to normal, especially since there was no external threat anymore.

She captured one hundred and ninety-six ships from the fleet that attacked Meereen and an additional one hundred and thirty that were docked in the ports of Yunkai and Astapor. She ordered more ships to be built, but she had no illusions that it would take long to build all the rest she needed. Very long. But maybe she won't have to build so many of them at all.

"Your Grace." at the sound of ser Arthur's voice, she immediately turned away from the map spread on the table. "Theon and Yara Greyjoy await an audience."

Once again in the pyramid, she abandoned her Dothraki clothes and her body was once again covered with delicate silk, but not in white, but in black and red, Targaryen colours, and besides, somewhere in her new outfit there was always that famous clasp that belonged to a beautiful, blue-eyed boy...

After this change of colors in her style of dressing, she also noticed that the citizens were trying to follow her also in matters of fashion, because they were more and more willing to wear 'her' colors, and only a few people wore white - the Queen despised it, so it was no longer fashionable.

She had observed the same thing once in King's Landing. Women tried to do their hair and dress like Cersei, and when the Tyrells came to the city after the defeat of Stannis at the Blackwater, it was Margaery who began to set the trend. She never had a chance to talk to her, she guesses they didn't want her to have any contact with the Tyrells as she was Tywin's bargaining chip.

"Greyjoy?" she frowned, remembering what she knew about this family. Rapists, thieves, kidnappers... A bad opinion, but since they traveled all this way to meet her, it's worth listening to them.

"They have ships with them." he shrugged, but it was clear from his smile that he said it just to tease her a little.

"Don't tease me anymore about the ships." she rolled her eyes and left the table, still holding the goblet of wine in her hand. "It'll do you good." she pressed the goblet into his hand even though he had already told her many times that he does not drink.

But can you refuse the Queen? Just like you couldn't refuse a prince...

"Any word from Varys?" she asked, walking past him and towards the door. He followed her as soon as he drank what was left in the cup.

"Nothing. But I sincerely doubt he would betray you."

"I was told he sailed to Westeros to look for allies for me, but so far there is no them or him. Nor any letter, nothing." she sighed quietly.

She didn't want to believe that he had already betrayed her, it would be stupid. He wouldn't risk his life coming here with Tyrion only to leave and never come back, it wasn't like him. Although she would prefer to hear from him to know what is going on within her own ranks.

"But I think the same way you do." she added quickly. "Has he always been like this? Officially, he serves next and next rulers, but in reality he does whatever he likes. We both want to help people. I won't be able to change their lives if he doesn't trust me and stop doing things behind my back."

"You don't trust him either." he noticed.

"I trust you, Grey Worm, Missandei, Daario... That's enough for me." she smiled. She never thought she would have so many friends in her life. Lo and behold, the card has turned. "I have to think about Tyrion. And Varys still has a long way to go to earn it."

"Funny, I have a feeling you two think the same way about this."

She rolled her eyes. She didn't answer and they walked down the stairs in silence, heading towards the audience hall. Recent events flashed through her thoughts and she began to think about herself: if she had done something differently, would she have avoided certain unpleasantness...?

"Am I naive?" she asked unexpectedly. "Be honest."

"You are young-"

"So yes." she interrupted him. She didn't want to hear the evasive answer she expected. Even though Arthur had something else in mind.

"That's not the point." he started. "You are an idealist, you want to change the world, it's very noble of you and I think you will succeed. But... You tend to see the world as better than it is."

And I'm afraid that in the end it will hurt you so much that you won't be able to recover - he didn't tell her, but thought that.

In his eyes - despite a few deviations - she was too good for this world. He still remembered how she held a man who had lost a child and cried at her feet, and that memory would remain with him for the rest of his life. What ruler would treat his random subject this way?

It was impossible not to respond to her smile, especially since her eyes were smiling too. Eyes that he knew so well, and yet there was something new in them that her father didn't have.

No matter what it was, her whole person made him want to protect her at all costs. He would love to spare her all the sorrows in this world, so that she would remain that joyful, good gi-Woman. Unfortunately, this is not possible, but he will do his best to help her stay on the path she has chosen.

"I am a realist." she disagreed with him.

"You wanted honesty."

"And I appreciate it."

She smiled gently, they were just entering the audience hall. Tyrion and two people whose faces she didn't recognize yet were already there,  they were probably Yara and Theon Greyjoy, mentioned by ser Arthur. She walked up the stairs and sat down in her seat, instinctively keeping her back straight. As you can see, the whole hours of practice paid off, she didn't even have to think about straightening herself and holding her head higher.

"The last time we saw each other was at Winterfell, wasn't it?" she looked out of the corner of her eye at Tyrion, who asked this question while looking at the boy. So they already know each other... "You were joking about my height. At least that's how I remember it." there was irony in this sentence, he remembered perfectly what it was like then. "Anyone who makes a joke about dwarfs thinks he's the only one who did it. 'High Lord', 'Peasant Like an Oak', 'Man of Great House'. You do the same five or six jokes."

"It was a long time ago." Theon replied briefly, but he didn't look as confident as his sister. More like someone... Broken.

She was going to interrupt them, tell them that she didn't come here to listen to them recall their old disputes, but she thought that she might learn something interesting from this exchange.

"Yes. And how has life been for you since then? Not very well, I assume, otherwise you wouldn't have murdered the Stark boys." hearing this accusation, she quickly moved her gaze to Theon.

"I did not do that. But I've done things that are just as bad or worse."

"And he paid for them." his sister finally said.

"Is that so? He's still alive." Tyrion replied to her before turning his gaze back to Theon. "It must have been hard for you, growing up in Winterfell, never really knowing who you are."

Involuntarily she thought about herself. She didn't know this boy, she didn't know what he had done and what he had experienced, whether she should punish him or whether fate had already done that. But she knew something else: on some level, she understood him. Growing up and not knowing who you are, feeling like you don't belong anywhere. Now she knew how much she was worth and who she was, butback then it wasn't so easy.

"But who among us has an easy life?" Tyrion continued.

"This is not the time or place for such conversations." Visenya finally spoke up. "You came to Meereen and asked to meet me, so I guess you have something to offer?" she asked, even though she had long ago guessed that these were ships, and she certainly wouldn't despise them.

"One hundred ships of the Iron Fleet, with their crews." Yara said.

"What do you want in return?"

"For you to support my claim to the Salt Throne of the Iron Islands."

"Your?" She raised an eyebrow. "Not his?" She nodded at Theon. "No offense, just... I know people tend to think that men have more rights to the throne than women."

"I am not fit to rule." replied the boy. She used to think the same about herself and was about to say it, but again, she noticed what condition he was in.

"At least we agree on that." Tyrion interjected, and she gave him a look that told him to be a little nicer, to put their feud aside until later, because she didn't want to listen to this.

"So the Iron Islands will have a Queen. Has this happened before?"

"And did whole Westeros ever had a Queen?" Vis smiled at this answer.

This point could be argued, as Rhaenyra was called the half-year queen, although in historical books she was called a princess. So she decided to ignore the issue and move on with the conversation.

"Why did you decide to come to me with this?"

"Our uncle, Euron, has returned home after many years of absence. He murdered our father and took the throne from Yara. He would have killed us if we hadn't escaped." Theon explained.

"I'm sorry." she said, referring to the fact that they lost their father. "But I've heard a lot about how your father was a terrible ruler."

"He was." Yara agreed. "Just like the Mad King, like Robert, like Joffrey, and like Tommen. It seems you and I are trying to break this tragic streak."

A smile appeared on her lips again for a moment. Yara was right, in recent history it was difficult to find a ruler who deserved respect and admiration. Change is coming, very quickly.

"Four hundred and twenty-six ships are still not enough to transport my entire army."

"If our friend's expedition is successful, you will be able to transport everyone across the Narrow Sea in two trips." Tyrion replied, making her wince a little when she heard him call Varys 'their friend'. But the truth was that it was better to have a hundred ships than not. "I believe there were more than a hundred ships in the Iron Fleet."

"There is, and Euron is building even more of them. He's going to offer them to you." Theon responded to Tyrion's 'allegation'.

After what she had learned about Euron, she had never thought for a moment that she could wait for his offer, even if it was more advantageous for her.

"What will he want in return?"

"He wants..." the boy started, but didn't finish. He looked down and obviously didn't know how to express what he wanted to say.

"I think he said he wanted to give you his big cock." Yara expressed it directly. So she already knows that this Euron doesn't take her seriously, well, better for her. It's always easier to defeat someone who doesn't see you as a threat. "You see, Euron's offer is also an offer of marriage."

"You don't demand any marriage to strengthen our possible alliance?"

"I never make demands, but I'm open to everything." Visenya had never been attracted to women, but she couldn't help but smile at this answer. She felt that she would get along with Yara without any major problems and was already more willing to agree to this alliance.

"He murdered our father and he would have murdered us too. He would kill you too as soon as he got what he wants: Seven Kingdoms."

She nodded at Theon's additional words. But something didn't quite feel right for her yet. They asked her to support Yara's claim to the throne of the Iron Islands. So this means they don't want all of Westeros?

"You don't want the Seven Kingdoms?" she asked with a note of suspicion in her voice. It's rare to find people who don't want as much power as they can get.

"Your ancestors defeated ours and took the Iron Islands. We are asking you to return them." Theon asked her. He didn't demand, he asked. Usually, only common people asked her for things, and those of higher birth demanded that she give them something, as if it was their right that no one could question.

And he asked her. Humbly, without pride. She wished she could be guided by her heart, but she had to give way to reason.

"I don't have them yet, I can't give you something I don't have." she explained evasively.

"But you will, even if you look not at the army, but at the dragons, it's obvious." Yara noted, apparently not buying her short answer, which said nothing about whether she would be willing to give up these lands.

"If everyone starts demanding independence, eventually you won't have any land left to rule, Your Grace." Tyrion spoke up again, drawing attention to an important matter.

If she allows one Kingdom to be independent, the others will also make such demands and she will not be able to refuse them, after all, are the Iron Islands better than - let's say - the North, if only they deserved independence? Visenya would be willing to give these islands to Yara completely, but this was politically impossible.

"They are not demanding, they are asking." she sighed as she said this. She raised her hand to play with the clasp that held the two pieces of fabric together between her breasts. She was looking for a solution that would keep them with her, but at the same time would not force her to give up those lands. "I cannot fulfill your request. At least not now." she got up from her seat and slowly started walking towards Yara. "You will support my claim to the Iron Throne and accept the integrity of the Seven Kingdoms. No more looting, assaulting, robbing and raping."

"It's our way of life."

"Not anymore, if you want to gain independence within two or three years." she stopped in front of her. "We won't build a better world out of bad habits, and that's my goal: Leave world a better place than I found it. If you show that you also strive to change the world for the better, I will allow you to secede from the Crown." when she finished speaking, she held her hand out, waiting to see if Yara would accept her offer.

There was silence for a moment. She was sure that her offer would be rejected and they would go back to square one, but then she felt a grip on her hand.

"Not anymore."

And so she gained another hundred ships for her fleet and the first family to support her claim to the throne.

* * *

"Wisely, you gave them something without giving anything."

In the evening she sat with Tyrion, drinking wine in her chamber. Everything had already been repaired and there was no trace of the bullet that fell through the balcony. From this height, she had a clear view of the harbor where all her ships were docked. She was happy every time she stood on the balcony and looked at the whole city, which finally had no problems. After so many hardships, Meereen was recovering, as were Yunkai and Astapor, from what she heard.

She'll have to think about renaming the bay, after all, it can't be called Slaver's Bay anymore.

"What choice did they really have? I would let them go, but what would they do? Fight against me?" she accepted the goblet from him, but didn't drink anything yet. "If they don't try anything, after some time I will give them the freedom they desire."

"'After some time' is a very general term." he noticed, drinking half of his wine at once, but she didn't say anything about that. Instead, she decided to change the subject, because she felt that if she were completely honest with him, they would quickly start arguing, and she didn't want to ruin her evening.

"Years ago, would you think..." she began, finally dipping her mouth into the alcohol. "Would you think that one day we will land in such a place? With such an attitude towards each other?"

"I expected to end up in some strange place, but you... No. How did you escape? I didn't have a chance to ask."

She didn't like going back to it, but she didn't want to dismiss the question. The biggest problem for her was that she knew what kind of relationship the Lannister brothers had, and she perfidiously took advantage of Jaime. She didn't regret it and would do it again if she had that choice again. She did it for herself and her future, and she won't apologize for something she thinks is - in some way - right.

She wondered how to say it while omitting the uncomfortable part, but then salvation came to her. Missandei entered the chamber and handed her a rolled piece of paper, saying that an anonymous letter had come to her.

She had a feeling she knew who it was from.

She immediately unfolded the small letter and began to read, after a while biting her lower lip slightly, and then even smiling a bit to herself.

"So? What's that?" she could have expected curiosity from Tyrion, after all, he always liked to know what was going on.

"Tell ser Arthur and Grey Worm, that we are starting preparations to sail to Westeros." she said to Missandei before revealing anything. "It seems your friend is finally starting to do something I can like him for."

The letter contained information from Varys, mainly that Dorne and the Tyrells would side with her and were sending ships to Essos. And it's enough that she will be able to transport most of the army in one trip, and the second one will only consist of about three hundred ships.

In addition, she learned the most important news from the country: There are riots in the capital due to the blowing up of the Sept of Baelor - and thus an attack on the faith of the majority of Westeros - and that the Starks have retaken Winterfell and declared the independence of the North.

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-> Chapter XXXII ''Dragonstone'' -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

[samieree]

!Dawn of the North - Quick, important Info!

Hi! So... Since I've been writing first chapters of this fanfic it's been soooo long (like... Really, version in my native language are a few years old). And I... Well, don't like it anymore 😅 I think some things are stupid, I could have done it better... So I'm planning to start writing it again (I know, I know, I have over 30 chapters, just didn't translate everything, but the plot just sucks in my head so much...).

I don't know who is here for Dawn of the North (Robb x Amy(OC)) but when I'll start rewriting it, I'll delete every chapter from the old version. I though you should know this if you're interested in this fanfic.

Kisses 💕

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Born in Flames || Game of Thrones

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-> Chapter XXIX ''Born in flames''

Chapter XXX ''First, you have to win with yourself''

Things weren't looking good for Robb, Jon, and Sansa, but weren't looking bad either. Everything depended on whether they could gain the support of the Northern houses and whether Jon would convince the Wildlings to fight for Winterfell.

Roose Bolton is dead, Ramsay has made himself Warden of the North and lives in this castle as if it were his. Stannis Baratheon is also dead, he died attacking the castle, just as Robb predicted. His army no longer existed, but at least there was an advantage to it - he would no longer be threatened or persuaded to Stannis' rights.

But nothing better awaits him now - he was just going with Sansa to, among other places, Bear Island to seek support from Lady Mormont. He will have to face a girl whose mother died because of his war. He can't run from this forever if he wants to try to take back the North. He saw what waits on the other side of the Wall, which gave him great motivation to retake Winterfell, as it was the only place they had any chance of defending themselves.

Although it would take some miracle for them to have enough men for this fight.

He would like to share Davos's - who stayed with them after Stannis' death - optimism that they will be able to gain enough support from the Northern houses and win against Ramsay. Really, he would like to be able to look at the world this way, but he can't do it anymore, and he tries to approach affairs realistically and not pessimistically.

On Bear Island, standing in front of the chamber where Lyanna Mormont was waiting for them, it was hard not to be drawn to unfortunate visions of the future. It is true that she agreed to receive them, and that was a plus, but it did not mean the success of their mission.

"Calm down." he heard Sansa's voice next to him and immediately looked at her. "Your hands are shaking. At most she refuses, it's not the end of the world."

I wish I could think like you.

"You can't pull people out of nowhere to fight, and no one wants to fight with the losing side." he replied rather dryly, although that was not his intention. He clasped his hands in front of him, because his nervousness was visible in their shaking, and such things should not be shown.

"From the letter Stannis showed you, it's obvious that someone would want to." he sighed quietly and didn't answer anymore.

The door opened and they finally stepped inside, stopping a few steps away from a long table where the Lady of Bear Island sat, flanked by two men, one of them a Maester.

Well, it's time to speak up.

"Lady Mormont." he greeted her, slightly bowing his head in a gesture of politeness.

"Welcome to Bear Island." Lyanna replied dispassionately, and there was an awkward silence. He didn't know where to start because he didn't want to get straight to the point. It would be a good idea to at least try to maintain the appearance that they didn't come here just for support...

"I remember the day you were born, my Lady." Sansa said, smiling gently. "You were named after our aunt Lyanna. She was said to be an extraordinary beauty. I'm sure you will be a beauty too."

"I doubt it. My mother was no beauty, but she was a warrior, a great warrior. She died fighting for you." she addressed the last sentence to Robb, while looking at him with her cold gaze.

He won't lie, it hurt, but he was prepared for it. It's high time to at least try to mend his ways. If he makes no attempt, he will prove unworthy of the sacrifice his people have made.

"I know. Likewise, I know that she was a special woman, she died during the fighting... My condolen-"

"Isn't there enough of this small talk already?" she interrupted him. He expected from that letter that this girl might have the character of her mother, but... He didn't expect that she would just interrupt him like that. "Why did you come here?"

"For a time, Stannis Baratheon stayed in Castle Black. Me too, that's where I went when I managed to make it out of the Red Wedding alive." he had to stop to swallow the lump in his throat when he was forced to brush up on that terrible day again. "He marched on Winterfell and died during the attack on the castle. But while he was still in the Castle Black, he sent ravens to the houses of the North asking for men, including you. You replied that-

"I remember perfectly well what I replied: 'Bear Island knows no King, but the King in the North, whose name is Stark.'" she reminded the content of the letter. "Are you still the King?"

"If the North still wants me as its King, then yes." he replied, holding her piercing gaze, although for a moment he felt like giving in to temptation and running away from this chamber and never coming back. Since she didn't respond, he decided to continue. "I made a mistake, I don't deny it. I will understand if I am not welcome here and will step aside for someone from my family to take my place. But now the priority should be to reclaim the North, Winterfell. Ramsay Bolton cannot keep it and keep in prison my and Sansa's brother, Rickon." his name also barely passed through his throat, because for a long time he thought that Theon had killed his brothers. "We've come to ask for your support, Lady Mormont. You have to understand that-"

"I understand that I am responsible for Bear Island and everyone who lives on it. Why would I sacrifice their lives and send them to someone else's war?"

This is not someone else's war - he wanted to say, but Davos was faster. Maybe that's even a good thing, because with this constant interruption, he might accidentally say something inappropriate, which would certainly not benefit their cause.

"If I may, my Lady."  he stepped closer, standing less than half a step ahead of them. "I understand how you feel."

"I don't know you, ser...?" she started, waiting for him to introduce himself.

"Ser Davos, my Lady, of House Seaworth. You don't need to ask your Maester, my house is rather new." he added the second sentence hastily, seeing Lyanna leaning towards the Maester and whispering something.

"All right, Ser Davos Seaworth. How can you understand how I feel?"

"You never thought you'd be in this position. Responsible for so many lives at such a young age."  these words sounded familiar to him... Even though he was older than Lyanna Mormont when he called the bannermen, and when his father was later killed and he had to take over his duties fully. "I also never thought I'd be in the position I'm in now. I was son of a crabber, then a smuggler. And now, in times of war, I speak to a Lady whose house can make a difference. But I'm here because this is not someone else's war, it's our war."

He paused and there was silence in the chamber. He probably expected Lady Mormont to want to comment on what he had said so far, but she only replied:

"Continue, Ser Davos."

"This man survived the Red Wedding, watched as his mother, wife, unborn child and lots of people were killed. Most people in his position wouldn't recover from something like that. And yet he tries to mend his ways while he is still alive and able to do so. Sansa Stark also went through hell, first with the Lannisters and then with the Boltons. And their half-brother Jon - who served as a squire to your uncle, Lord Commander, and who even gave him your family sword - died for saving the Wildlings from death. They understand that the real war will be between the living and the dead. And to win it, we need everyone who can fight and a place where we have a chance to defend ourselves: Winterfell." he turned and looked at Robb and Sansa. "If this isn't a family that should be supported, I don't know what family deserves that."

"Separately, we have no chance, and as long as Winterfell is Bolton's, the North will not be united. You want to protect your people - I understand, I want that too. We want to protect the entire North. But the four of us won't do it with just two thousand Wildlings." he added to what Davos said and everyone became quiet again.

The maester leaned towards her and started to say something, but she interrupted him with a wave of her hand. He felt like he was waiting for a judgement, because actually... In a way, he was. It all depended on how many people they could gather. His heart immediately sped up, even though he was trying to calm down.

"House Mormont have been loyal to the Starks for a thousand years. And that won't change today." after these words, he took a deep breath inwardly, and as soon as he leave this room, he will breathe aloud. He felt the stress finally begin to melt away from him. After all, he wasn't as ruined as he thought he was.

"Thank you, my Lady." he replied, he couldn't stop the slight smile on his face. "How many fighting men can we expect?"

Before she answered, she leaned towards the second man to her right, who had been sitting silently until now. Apparently he was responsible for defense. They whispered for a moment before Lyanna turned back to them.

"Sixty-two." well... It's not a large number, but there will be a few more of them... Besides, he couldn't expect much from one of the smaller houses. Also, most of the people died in his war, and then during the Ironborn attack, then under the Boltons... There weren't many soldiers left in the North. "Any man from Bear Island is worth ten from the mainland." she added this because they obviously must not have looked very happy...

"If they're half as ferocious as their Lady, the Boltons don't stand a chance." Davos replied, causing a soft smile to appear on Lyanna's lips. But it's good that he went with this line. Even though he clashed with him a bit when Stannis was at Castle Black.

On Bear Island, despite several difficulties, it was even easy for them. This lifted their spirits a bit, especially Robb's. The next goal was to reach an agreement with Robett Glover, who became the head of the family after the death of his brother, Galbart.

He agreed to receive them, so it was a good start, just like with Lyanna Mormont. Even though he felt better, his stomach felt tight again just before the meeting, and his nervousness kept him on edge. At least this time his hands weren't shaking and he didn't have to keep them clasped in front of him.

It quickly turned out that in this case his fear was justified, because they didn't even have time to explain why they came, before Robett interrupted them:

"The answer is no."

"Lord Glover, if you could just hear us-" he started, but again, he couldn't finish.

"I've heard enough." he interrupted him. His eyes were clearly filled with anger and the fact that he didn't want to talk to them any longer. "We just managed to retake the castle from the Ironborn, with the help of the Boltons. Do you want me to fight against them now? I could get skinned just for talking to you."

"That's already a good reason to defeat them." he noticed. "Boltons are traitors, because of them-"

"No. Not only because of them."

At first he wanted to deny it right away, to shout that it wasn't his fault that his own bannerman betrayed him and had allied with the enemy, but... He couldn't. He wasn't responsible for this betrayal, but he was responsible for several other things. He was a fool to try to make a deal with Walder Frey, but he was desperate, he needed men to continue the war. He was torn whether to return to the North and retake it from the Ironborn, or to stay and finish things with the Lannisters and avenge his father.

And it ended up that he would almost have to be avenged too.

He shouldn't have broken his word, it was his first and biggest mistake. He regretted it now, but then... Back then, he didn't think the consequences would ever catch up with him. First he was devastated by the news that his brothers had been killed - which had recently turned out to be untrue, thank the Gods - and then he felt happy in the arms of a crystal good woman.

He didn't want to abandon this peace, let it escape somewhere. Besides, it was also about honor. Not his, but Talisa's. He slept with her without marriage, he couldn't just leave her like that. He put her honor above his own and... She ended up even worse. She died.

There was one more thing that was bothering him... What happened to the Grey Wind? When he was running away, he had no time to look back and to this day he didn't know what happened to his direwolf. They slaughtered him there like a pig...? He hopes in his heart that he somehow managed to escape...

"How many other houses in the North have agreed to fight for you?" asked the Lord after several unbearable moments of silence.

"The Mormonts. We sent ravens to houses Manderly and-"

"I don't care about the ravens, I care about the real forces you have. You're asking me to join your army, I want to know what army it is."

What an irony of fate, just recently he was arguing with Stannis that he didn't have enough men to take Winterfell, and now he looks like he runs before he can walk.

"For now, the main force is the Wildlings, whose-" he didn't finish, but not because someone interrupted him, but he stopped when he heard Robett's laughter. No matter what else he had to say, it wouldn't change anything.

"So the rumors are true. I didn't dare believe them." he shook his head, losing his laugh and looked at both, Robb and Sansa. "I received you out of the respect I had for your father. Now I want you to leave. House Glover will not abandon its ancestral home to fight alongside the Wildlings." he talked about the people from beyond the Wall as if they weren't people, as if talking about them left a bad taste in his mouth.

He turned and moved towards the entrance to his 'ancestral home', apparently expecting them to leave. Robb knew it was a lost cause here and they had nothing to look for, and he wanted to turn and leave too, but Sansa was determined not to end the conversation just yet.

"I remind you that House Glover is pledged to House Stark. Sworn to answer when called upon."  he didn't recognize his sister, but he was glad that she wasn't broken by what she had been through, that she still had the strength to fight. If it weren't for her and Jon, he certainly wouldn't have tried to take back the North. He never properly appreciated having them.

Robett stopped and stood still for a moment. Then he turned and walked closer to Sansa. As they stood next to each other, Robb could see that what the Lord was going to say would not be pleasant to anyone.

"Yes, my House has served the Starks for hundreds of years. We mourned your father when we learned of his death." here he moved his gaze to Robb, even though he was still standing in front of Sansa, who had lost a bit of the confidence she had just a moment ago. "When my brother was Lord of this castle, he answered your call and hailed you King in the North." he took a step to the side and stood in front of Robb, who at that moment again felt like running away or sinking into the ground. The guilt fell on his shoulders again and he could almost feel it pressing down on him, making him smaller and smaller, while Lord Glover grew bigger. "Where were you, King, when the Ironborn attacked this castle? When they threw my wife and children into the dungeons? When they harassed and killed our people? Taking up with a foreign whore." as he said this, Robb involuntarily squeezed the pocket in which he always kept with him the silver necklace that belonged to the stranger in his dream. "And then you lost yourself and those who followed you. I once served House Stark, but that House is dead."

He could have said nothing. He could have left it as it was and ended the conversation, hung his head and let the weight of guilt sink him to the mud on the ground. But Sansa can still be strong. For the North. If she can do it, so can he. They still have hope left, and it dies last.

"I know what I did." he started, surprising the Lord. "And I regret it. But your brother died at the Red Wedding so that I could live. You may question whether he should have sacrificed himself, but if you turn your back on me now, he died in vain."

It turned out that this was the end of the conversation, because Robett didn't answer anything. It was obvious that he was thinking hard about these words, but he didn't say anything. This time he was truly gone, the heavy wooden door closing behind him with a loud noise.

Back at camp and talking with Jon about everything, they argued about what to do. Two reasons clashed: Jon and Davos felt they had to attack now because they couldn't wait until they ran out of supplies. However, Robb and Sansa objected, saying that they needed more people. Only they didn't know where to get them.

Exactly, about this... He noticed Sansa writing a letter shortly after this discussion. He stood at the entrance to the tent for a moment before entering to ask who she was corresponding with.

* * *

Traveling on a dragon was definitely faster. When Visenya returned to Meereen, she spotted ships approaching the city and ready to attack. It seemed she returned just in time to take command and end the conflict as quickly as possible.

As she can see, a few weeks of her absence were enough for war to come to Meereen. She wonders if she had stayed in the city, would the Masters have dared to attack it...

The dragon landed on the roof of the pyramid where she resided. There wasn't enough room for the dragon anymore, because during its stay in the wild, Maelia had grown a lot - just like Drogon. But somehow she managed to land properly and tilt so that Visenya stepped off her back and onto the balcony.

As soon as she set foot on the balcony, the door opened and one of the Unsullied stood there, not anyone she knew. They were probably expecting an attack, not the Queen's return, not like this. The soldier, seeing her, immediately moved out of her way and knelt on one knee, bowing his head. So did the other Unsullied in the chamber when they saw who had returned. She felt a strong gust of wind on her back - probably Maelia and Drogon flying away - as she entered. She quickly looked around the room and saw someone was missing...

Varys.

She sighed quietly. She has a lot of work ahead of her here...

"Can you please leave me alone with Tyrion?" she asked. Everyone nodded and headed for the door. She stopped Missandei for a moment. "Could you run a bath for me?" the girl nodded, they squeezed hands and Missandei went with the rest.

She dreams of finally immersing herself in hot water and forgetting about everything around her... Although her situation has recently improved - she finally scored a hundred thousand cavalry, which is not a small thing - it was in Meereen that everything took a wrong turn.

When they were alone, she didn't speak. She had to think about what to say first, because she didn't expect to find the city in such a situation. Yes, she knew what the mood was like before her escape, and she had heard from Arthur and Daario how Meereen was doing after her escape, but no one had updated information, and it wasn't good. She went out onto the balcony and watched as the ships pulled up at the walls of Meereen and prepared to attack. After a while, the first bullets from the catapults flew towards the city, then she returned to the pyramid.

"I know, it doesn't seem like it, but despite temporary difficulties, the city is developing." she raised an eyebrow at Tyrion's statement, but still didn't say anything. She crossed her arms and waited for what else he had to tell her. Although the explosions outside interrupted him a bit. "We should take shelter." the constant silence on her part was not encouraging to continue talking, but he can't help that when he's stressed he starts talking a lot... "Meereen is strong. Trade is booming and people love you. Of course, not everyone, but... No ruler can count on the love of all his people. But the development of Meereen is the reason for this attack. Masters cannot allow Meereen to succeed, because if a city without slaves succeeds, it means that no one needs a Master."

"People love the Queen who fled her city?" she asked in a dispassionate tone, looking at Tyrion carefully.

Well, the city is still standing, so... I guess he didn't do that bad.

"The Red Priestesses have the gift of speech-"

"Just like you?" she couldn't help herself, she had to interrupt him. She tilted her head, and a smile finally appeared on her face.

"Yes... Although there are as many opinions as there are people."

"Where's Varys?" she asked what interested her from the moment she saw that he was not in the room. "He ran away as soon as I disappeared?"

"He sailed to Dorne, as far as I know. All for you, to gain allies-" he was interrupted by a bullet that broke the thin, parchment wall separating balcony and chamber, and fell inside. They instinctively covered themselves and turned away, even though nothing even flew towards them. "...and ships."

This is where her red light went on. He doesn't know that she has gained the support of the Dothraki, with his knowledge he shouldn't assume that they will need more ships.

"What happened to the Meereen fleet?" she asked. "Ninety-three ships, what happened to them?!" she couldn't control herself and got a little carried away, almost shouting at him.

But she needed every ship she could get, or she'd never be able to get her entire army to Westeros at once, and she'd rather avoid making multiple trips across the sea.

"It was burned." she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip a little, counting to ten in her head so as not to raise her voice again. "But it will be rebuilt quickly, and the Dornish will definitely support you, after all, you have the blood of not only Targaryens, but also Martells."

"We're going to need a lot more ships." she replied, sighing softly again. The constant explosions in the city didn't help her concentrate at all, and she had to act quickly. She couldn't let the citizens die because she couldn't act properly.

She's not a war strategist, and when she sails to Westeros, she'd prefer to rely on someone more experienced than her in this matter, but now... Now she has some rudimentary plan in her head.

"See if it's possible to start talks with Masters and extend the matter for a few days. At least three, maybe that's enough." she didn't know how far from Meereen Arthur and Daario were, along with all the Dothraki she had managed to gather under her, but she hoped they weren't sparing the horses. She will need an army larger than the Unsullied themselves, when in addition to the attack from the sea, there will also be a threat in the center of the city, Sons of the Harpy. Now she had no doubt that it was the Masters of Yunkai and perhaps Astapor who were paying them, and if they were attacking... Their 'army' in Meereen will do the same soon. Unless they've already attacked... "Use your gift of speech, and if they don't agree, tell them I invite them to talk it the Pyramid, or on some neutral ground, or whatever. I'm sure you'll come up with something. I have to free my dragons."

Tyrion, on the other hand, thought that Visenya had no plan yet and that was why she wanted him to buy some time. He wasn't going to question it, because he didn't have a better idea himself, and he was still thinking about what they could do in their situation.

She had been waiting for the dragons to be released from the moment she mounted Maelia in the arena. She wanted to finally remove the chains from their necks and set them free, even if they decided to never return to her. The thought of seeing her children brought a smile to her face, but she stopped at the door, stopped by Tyrion's voice.

"No." she was about to ask what he meant by that, but he explained it himself. "I did it not long after you went missing."

"And they didn't eat you?"

"Apparently, I really am your friend." she wanted to roll her eyes and tell him not to say such words, but she limited herself to the former.

"Then I'll go take a bath. Come to me as soon as you settle something." her hand was already on the door, but this time she stopped on her own. She wasn't sure if she should say what was already on the tip of her tongue, but she felt like he deserved it. "Tyrion?" she caught his attention as he reached for the wine. "Thank you. That you took care of the city, that citizens have a good life, that you took care of what is said and thought about me. The attack would have happened sooner or later anyway... And you never wanted anything bad for me. Once more: Thank you."

She didn't wait for his answer, she just quickly left the room and closed the door behind her.

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Chapter XXIX ''Born in flames''

Sitting with all these women wasn't the most interesting thing to do. She should be in Meereen right now, dealing with the Sons of the Harpy once and for all, not stuck here. Although maybe some good will come out of it if her plan succeeds... Except she still doesn't know how she's going to lock them in here. This was what she was thinking about when the woman who welcomed her told her about the others.

Among others, there was a girl from Lhazareen whom Khal found hiding in a well after burning down her village. She felt involuntarily sad at the thought of a twelve-year-old girl who had to go through something like that. Barely a year later, she gave birth to a child - which she certainly didn't want - and since it was a girl, Khal broke her ribs. It was as if she meant nothing.

She immediately thought of the children crucified on the road to Meereen. Their fate was equally terrible, although it is difficult to say who had it worse - the one who finally met death and peace, or the one who survived.

She had to end this injustice.

She cannot listen to this woman, pretend to be someone she is not for the rest of her life and sit in this place. She is the Queen, not the widow of some Khal. She wants more from life than advising a bunch of savages. She must change them, change their barbaric customs, and she can only do this by becoming their Khaleesi.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she said she had to leave, citing the need to urinate. But she couldn't even do that herself, the young girl they were talking about earlier was going to show her where it is done. As if she couldn't find a bush herself if she really needed it...

They left the hut together. Visenya watched her silently for a moment, assessing how open she could be with her. She looked scared, dissatisfied with her life. She was probably still wondering what would have happened if the Dothraki had never attacked her village. Unfortunately, she can't give her the village back, but she can give her back the freedom to choose her life path. She's still very young, she can do a lot.

She reminded her of her before she fled King's Landing, broken, hopeless. Because of this, she couldn't help but feel sympathy for her. So she smiled and spoke:

"Anha laz vo stodo eyak zhille neak." the girl didn't look at her. "Foz chiorisso estoro." she added, this encouraged the girl to raise her head and look at her.

*"I couldn't stand them anymore."* *"Old women stink."*

"Mori tat estoro." she admitted that she was right, even smiled slightly. Nothing in the last few days, or even weeks, had made her happier than to make this girl smile.

"Hash foz hash yer, hash yeri khal athdrivar?" Visenya asked.

*"How old were you when your Khal died?"*

"Shindosi." she replied, glancing at her again, this time for longer.

*"Sixteen."*

"Mae thirat akka ale neak." she said it in an extremely light tone, even smiling boldly, convinced that she was right.

*"He lived far too long."*

She saw from the girl that she felt more comfortable in her company. That was the thing, if she had to be, she didn't want to be surrounded only by grumpy, stinky old women. And as much as possible, she wanted to make this poor girl's life better.

"Mori astat quro noreth chiori et zhavvorsi, tor. Ajjin rek tawak? Yer zhorre zhavvorsi?"  the girl asked when they were almost there, somewhere behind the bushes, not far from the cottage. There was enthusiasm in her voice, as if something interesting was finally happening in her life.

*"They say the silver-haired woman has dragons. Is it true? Do you have dragons?"*

"Sec. Tikh allayafi tat tihat eyak?" Vis replied, smiling and nodding her head.

*"Yes. Would you like to see them?"*

"Anha laz vo. Anha zin Dosh Khaleen, anha tikh leto jin dosi ven jin fih." here the enthusiasm disappeared and the depression caused by reality appeared.

*"I can't. I am Dosh Khaleen, I will leave this place as a smoke."*

"Anha ast anha tikh seris yer ei akka anha tikh. Yer tikh tihat anna zhavvorsi, anha asqoyi." she assured, briefly squeezing girl's hand.

*"I said I would free you and I will. You will see my dragons, I promise."*

She wanted to sit somewhere behind all the bushes, talk to her where no one would disturb them, but she couldn't. Something she didn't expect happened and she almost jumped back before she recognized the faces.

Daario grabbed that girl, covered her mouth, and held his knife to her throat like he did to Missandei so long ago.

"Let her go!" she shouted, but quickly calmed her tone, after all, she didn't want to bring anyone here.

"We have to escape." she was really happy to see familiar faces after all this time, but she couldn't escape now. That's why she pulled her arm from ser Arthur's gentle grip when he was about to pull her along with him.

"No. And you have to let her go." she addressed the second sentence to Daario. He wasn't too keen on it, but he finally listened to her. Vis grabbed the girl's hand and pulled her behind her, calming her down by telling her who these men were.

"We were afraid they had already killed you, or-"

"I lied to them." she interrupted Daario, looking from one man to the other. "Tomorrow evening the Khals are to decide whether I can become Dosh Khaleen, in this hut." she pointed with her head at the building behind the bushes, but not that far behind her.

At that moment she got an idea. She can't lock the Khals inside, but they can.

"You will help me. But not in running away, enough of that." she looked again at the cottage to which she would soon have to return. "Tomorrow evening, when they start judging me, you will block the doors." she looked back at them.

"They'll kill you." Daario said immediately. She thought this way weeks ago, but apparently she is still alive and well.

"What are you planning?" she didn't want to answer Arthur's question, she would have to explain everything to them, and... And she didn't know why she was the way she was. They would surely start to dissuade her from this idea, or worse, think she is crazy. She couldn't allow that. They will see for themselves what the plan is.

"Trust me." she only said those two words, but they expressed everything she wanted to tell them before she returned to Dosh Khaleen.

* * *

She went inside with two Dosha Khaleen - the old one and the one she had gone out with for some fresh air - only when one of the Khals called out that they can come in. She knew that in the next few minutes everything will be resolved, she hoped it will be in her favor. She was able to control her stress quite well, because there was no sign of nervousness on her face, she had a neutral expression on her face that gave nothing away.

She stood in the center, right in front of a stone platform with four torches around it, her chance. All she has to do is get on this platform so that they don't have time to get her when the first torch falls.

There was a long silence before anyone spoke as everyone stared at her. Maybe her clothes, which resembled a sack with holes for arms and head - maybe it was just a sack - did not add any charm to her and completely ruined her figure, but it did not change the fact that she had her purple eyes and silver hair, loosen by Dosh Khaleen.

"Kesko akka rass tiro mae?" the one sitting on her right, almost next to her shoulder, spoke first.

*"Does anyone even care about her?"*

"Anha, tat. Mae zheanalat." replied one of the men sitting across from her. "Mae ajjin toda horr duro."

*"I do. She's beautiful. She's paler than milk."*

She didn't hide her contempt for the way they talked about her as if she wasn't there. How many times in her life will she have to go through someone just admiring her beauty? As if that was the only valuable thing about her.

And of course they are great Khals who destroyed many villages and raped many women, they were proud of all their deeds, even though they were not glorious. Well, let them celebrate the time they have left.

"Anha zala tat tiholat hash Khaleesi lekhi allayafi." added another one, sitting further to the left.

*"I want to know what Khaleesi tastes like."*

"Akka anha zala tat oro zot mae corozzo tihes hash anha karth mae." she didn't even look at them, she didn't even feel that much disgust anymore, is this a sign that she no longer cares what others think about her or that they were already dead in her head and their words didn't matter?

*"And I want to look at her purple eyes when I fuck her."*

"Mae worr ma Dosh Khaleen."  finally said the one with whom she came to this cursed place, Khal Moro.

*"She belongs with Dosh Khaleen."*

"Jin Ville Koli ki Yunkai zala mae, lor mae tat eyak, mori ot derrso hrazefo."

*"The Wise Lords of Yunkai want her, let's sell her to them, they offer ten thousand horses."*

She didn't say anything, just listened to their conversation. How ironic that when she offered them thousands of horses, she was laughed at. And now they're discussing whether she's worth more than ten thousand horses. She was surprised that Moro said to fuck that offer and he would take their horses himself if he wanted. Not that it would make his situation any better.

"Corks hash yer doh yer laz bosto anna lorw." she said, drawing their attention. There was silence for a brief moment before one of them decided to silence her.

*"It's funny how you think you can decide my fate."*

"Chak. Jini Dosh Khaleen Rolo, yer zhorre vo wisse ere kash kisha bosto yer're Dosh Khaleen."

*"Silence. This is the Dosh Khaleen Temple, you have no say here until we decide that you are a Dosh Khaleen."*

She laughed at these words, which sounded slightly hysterical. They looked at her strangely, but she ignored it. She sighed and finally moved from her place, starting to say:

"Toros ishish tikh coshoro rhaeshi ha anna, ven anha ki yol awoq jin havazh,kiinosi portih ki fekh kadah." she took slow steps, circling the stone platform in the center of the hut. She seemed to be looking around, but in fact she was repeating her plan in her head. "Ki hak anha vos terodoto jin asshekh ki coso, vosma anha ki astad akka ol dohg anh derrso ghado, posto jin sido, posto vordho vorsah... Anha kogho ha adakha, adakha zhokwas. Akka yer, naqis mahrazh, srih yer laz proth anna lowr. Yer hash vo alikh ke karo." she finished, stepping onto the dais. They disliked the defiant look in her eyes almost as much as the fact that she dared to call them weak, unworthy, and vermin.

*"These may be foreign lands to me, as I was born on the other side of the sea, in the capital of the Seven Kingdoms. Of course, I do not remember this day, but I have read and been told about it thousands of times, about the Sack, about the flames dancing everywhere... I survived for something, for greater things. And you, weak and unworthy, think you can decide my fate. You are nothing more than vermin."*

First, after a short moment of silence and stupor, they started laughing. They thought she was crazy - after all, what woman would dare to speak to them like that? She spoke as if she could pose a real threat to them, which they didn't believe. They had too much pride and idiolatry to even think that she might be their executioner. They saw a weak, stupid, pretty girl.

They didn't know that she was already a few times in her life pretending to be stupid to get what she wanted with her charm. They didn't know that she had taken advantage of the fact that others did not appreciate her many times. They didn't know that this woman was the daughter of a prince and a princess. They didn't know that she led an army and ruled a city. They didn't knowshe had dragons with which she threw man to eat, that she rode on these beasts.

Most importantly, they did not know that this girl was who the priestesses of R'hllor spoke of, what her father dreamed of.

It's a pity that they will only have the opportunity to learn about this last thing.

"Yer toki vih."  Moro rose from his seat, saying this, when the laughter had died down. "Vo Dosh Khaleen ha yer. Yer tikh allayafi jin vih, ma kisha tikh sfoss yer ven jin vih."

*"You stupid whore. No Dosh Khaleen for you, you're acting like a whore, so we'll treat you like a whore."*

"Akka yer hash jin drigjo ki jin qos akka yer tikh tikh kasr allayafi ato." she replied, looking at them with pity, as if she really felt sorry for them. Maybe that was the case, but she knew these people wouldn't change, and the only way for her to get what she wanted was to kill them.

*"And you are the disease of this world and you will be treated as such."*

She took two steps forward, standing just behind the torch closest to them. A pleasant warmth touched the skin of her chest, but it did not dare to burn her.

"Yer hash go yofi fin yer doh yer laz hojir ka, yer. Zdevasko nayat... yer ke vosi!"  Moro shouted. The rest of the Khals supported him, although fear could be seen in some pairs of eyes.

*"You really are crazy if you think you can threaten us. You... Stormborn girl, you mean nothing!"*

She didn't care about these words even a bit. She was in the right position, they won't be able to stop her. Now all she has to do is start a fire and everything will happen itself. So little and yet so much. It felt like when she was in Astapor and spoke to the Unsullied, using valyrian for the first time. Now she had a similar uncertainty about what was going to happen next.

In Astapor, a few words were enough for the Unsullied to start killing Masters on her orders, and one word was enough for the dragon to burn Kraznys. Here, she doesn't need words, just one gesture to send them to the other world, to watch them burn and scream in pain.

A terrifying and pleasant vision at the same time.

"Anha ki vo yol porqo jin vaz, anha tikh, fin anha ki Daenerys." her hands slowly rested on the metal edge of the standing torch. Everyone's eyes immediately moved to her hands. No one could do what she was doing. It wasn't even her words that aroused their surprise, but what she was doing and what she was planning... "Vosma anha zin Visenya Targaryen, Khaleesi, akka anha ki yol she vorsah."

*"I wasn't born in a storm, that would be truth if I were Daenerys. But I am Visenya Targaryen, the Queen, and I was born in flames."*

With that last sentence, her gaze changed from one of pity to one that, if it could, would have made your blood run cold. Just after she finished speaking, she pushed the torch in front of her. The metal thing hit the ground and in a split second fire began to spread all over that side of the hut.

The men jumped to their feet and, as a first instinct, moved away from the fire. No one had any thoughts of trying to stop her, each of them was only concerned about their own lives at the moment.

She took a step to the side and knocked over another torch. The fire had already reached the walls. She practically cut off their escape route, but in their panic, it didn't matter to them what kind of burns they would suffer as they jumped through the flames to get to the other side of the hut, to the door. In fact, a panicked person can do a lot, sacrifice part of his health, just to save life itself. It was enlightening in a sick way, standing there and watching it.

They ran to the door in panic, some fell because they tripped over their own feet - one even knocked over the penultimate torch - and a beam from the roof fell on others. Fortunately, Daario and Arthur apparently managed to block the door because the Khals were unable to open it.

And she stood and watched. She watched the flames are raging as if they were full of life, like dogs unleashed from a chain. It was almost like when she set fire in her chamber and hatched Maelia, only this time she didn't start the fire to give life to something, but to take it away, even several lives. It was impossible to look away, there was something hypnotizing about it, just like in the catacombs when the dragons first burned and then ate one of the Masters.

Fire surrounded her body as she stood next to the last torch. Moro and the others who were still alive turned and looked at her. At her winning smile and look, at her hand resting lightly on the metal. The fire didn't even touch her.

She hoped that they would look at her, that she would see their terrified look when they finally realized their mistake, that this was the end of them. She smiled wider because she got what she wanted. She got their fear, anger, helplessness, and soon she will get their lives.

As if casually, she pushed the last torch, and it fell over, spreading the fire right onto them.

Screams. Lot of screams. The smell of burning skin.

And then silence. Only the crackle of flames and how they consume the wood and the dry grass roof.

The fire reached her clothes, already consuming them completely as she watched them die and then watch their bodies turn to ash. She didn't feel anything about killing those people. They deserved it, it was their punishment. The only thing in her heart was satisfaction and pride. Just like in Astapor, like in Yunkai, like in Meereen, like in the arena... Every time she achieves a victory, she feels more confident and more and more convinced that she is following the path of her destiny.

At this point, it didn't even matter that she was naked. She walked past the beams blocking the passage to the now collapsed exit and through the wall of flames she saw how many people had gathered around the hut - or rather what was left of it...

She emerged from the sea of ​​flames without a trace of shame, she didn't try to cover herself, she allowed everyone to see her as she was. A naked person is usually considered defenseless, after all, she has nothing, everyone can see her private parts, she is freezing in the cold and the only thing that can warm her are her own hands. Meanwhile, no one would dare to call her defenseless, quite the opposite.

Everyone from the city had gathered - or at least it seemed that way, because she couldn't see to the end of the crowd. Seeing the person who had emerged unscathed from the massive flames, the Dothraki began to kneel one by one, including all of the Dosh Khaleen - even the one who believed that Visenya should resign herself to fate and hope for the Khals' merciful decision. Everyone within her sight was kneeling, bowed so much that their heads touched the ground.

After a while, Daario and Arthur found themselves between them. And also knelt. So that was her plan...

If someone ever asks why they follow this woman and put their trust in her, they will answer that she is not just a woman, but a person who does impossible things.

Just as it is impossible to change the world.

* * *

She arrived in Vaes Dothrak on her feet, tired, in worn out clothes, unkempt, dirty. She came scared that she wouldn't find a way to free herself and escape. And she rode out of it on a white horse, at full strength, in clean, new clothes, with a necklace with a ring that she had left in the grass weeks ago, hoping that they would find her thanks to it. Her hair was styled, tied into four braids at the head, and silver waves tied and loose at the nape of her neck. She no longer walks between the Dothraki and their prisoners, but rides in front, leading them, she is their Khal - or rather Khaleesi.

"How far are we from Meereen?" she asked quite unexpectedly on the way. She didn't look at her interlocutors - Arthur and Daario - but kept looking somewhere ahead, as if looking for something.

"A week, if not more." replied the knight, riding on her right side.

At least a week... That's a long time. She hasn't been to Meereen for a long time, she should come back as soon as possible. Although she does not know what is currently happening in the city, she heard from her companions that the mood has not been very good since she disappeared and - as she predicted - the city remains under the care of Missandei, Grey Worm, Tyrion and Varys. She hopes it hasn't had time to destroy itself yet.

"How many ships will I need to sail my entire army to Westeros?" she asked another question, this time looking at the person who hurried to answer her, Daario.

"Dothraki, their horses, Unsullied, Second Sons... A thousand, even more."

This is where the problems begin... From what she remembers, the Meereen fleet consists of ninety-three ships. That means she's over nine hundred and seven ships short of sailing to Westeros with all her forces. Building such a number of ships will consume a lot of materials, but above all, time... There must be a faster way.

"Anyone have that much?" she suspected what the answer to this question would be, but she decided to ask it anyway.

"Nobody."

"Yet." she replied Daariovery quickly, smiling.

"So... We'll go back to Meereen, gather a fleet, and sail to Westeros. What's next?"

"We will conquer the Seven Kingdoms." she shrugged, as if they were talking about something simple like making a cup of tea, rather than conquering an entire continent. However, this was probably not the answer Daario expected, because he made a gesture with his hand suggesting the question 'And then?'. "I will get what is mine and I will rule."

"I'm sorry, but you weren't made to sit on some chair in a palace." this time it was she who wanted him to expand on his thought and raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly. "You are a conqueror, a breaker of chains, you were created for greater things." we definitely agree on this one.

"We have to get back to Meereen first." she was about to end the conversation, but she remembered something else. "Do you remember where you found this ring?" she asked, looking from one man to the other, grabbing the makeshift necklace with one hand.

"I think I know what you want to ask." Arthur bent down and opened the bag tied to the saddle. Inside it was another bag, and in it was exactly what she wanted to ask: eggs.

She wondered for a long time what would happen to these three eggs. It seemed the dragons must have left them and flown away not long after she had been captured by the Dothraki. It was good that they found them and took them, after all, who knows what would have happened to them if they had been left there, without any protection. And maybe there is now a chance that dragons will return to this world for good.

"That's exactly what I meant." she smiled, taking one more look at the eggs before Arthur closed the bag. Then her gaze wandered far ahead again until she suddenly stopped her horse and everyone behind her stopped as well. "See you in Meereen." she gave her companions a look telling them to wait here for a moment, while she spurred her horse and disappeared around the bend.

They didn't know what was going on, why she left them so suddenly, but after what happened, they decided to trust her again. A few minutes were extremely long, especially since they didn't know what they were waiting for. No one in the entire khalasar knew.

But when everyone heard the roar, everything was clear. The shadow cast by the two beasts momentarily blocked the sun as they flew overhead. Everyone's gaze followed Visenya as she sat on the back of a white dragon, whose scales gleamed blue in the sunlight. Maelia perched on top of one of the rocks as Drogon continued to fly around, roaring every now and then.

"Vi ei dothraki qori shorro Khal togfo Zhey qoy Qoyi, ma mori tikh lajat ma mae, vijazerat mae akka zhitrosi mae athdrivar fin mae athdrivar." she started shouting so as many Dothraki as possible can hear her. "Vosma anha zin vo Khal, anha skohr Khals. Anha tikh vo shorro Qoyi ha sogy, haji ei ki yer hash eyak!" they started screaming here, expressing their support for her. "Tikh yer get se fhodro hrazefo akka strat lekk jin ize havazh? Tikh yer zworth anna dozgo she thre gronzi tikko morwi, enduaho dere thre morhi frozi? Hash yer ma anna ajjin akka al? Tikh yer scodo anna Fekh Darlish?!"

*"Throughout Dothraki history, each Khal has chosen three Bloodriders to fight alongside him and guard him, and to avenge his death if he falls. I am not a Khal, I killed the Khals. I will not choose brothers for myself, as you all are them! Will you mount wooden horses and sail with me through the poisonous water? Will you destroy my enemies in their iron robes, hiding in their stone houses? Are you with me now and forever? Will you give me the Seven Kingdoms?!"*

Everyone shouted, everyone who heard her. It didn't matter that she was a woman, only what she represented, what strength she had within her. After all, that's what the Dothraki follow, strength, and she's already proven to them that she's fit to be their leader. They are ready to follow her anywhere, they are ready to die for her.

After a few minutes of such cheering, she leaned down on Maelia's back again, grabbed the spikes and the dragon rose into the air, joining Drogon circling above their heads.

Destination: Meereen. This way they'll get there in much less than a week.

~

-> Chapter XXX "First, you have to win with yourself'' -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

[samieree]

Born in Flames || Game of Thrones

OC x ?😏

-> Chapter XXVII ''Death will bend its knee''

Chapter XXVIII ''Reunion''

She didn't know how long they had been flying. All she knew was that she was far from Meereen and she had no idea where exactly she was.

"Emi naejot jikagon lenton." she said, sitting on the ground next to her dragons. "Kostagon mazemā nyke arlī naejot Meereen?"

*"We have to go home."* *"Can you take me back to Meereen?"*

She rose from the ground. Her dress was already ruined, there was almost no trace of the white, there were even spots of blood here and there. Well, at least it suits her now. She wasn't crystal clear, white wasn't her color. She wasn't perfect, she wasn't good, she didn't deserve that color. Such a dirty one reflected much better who she really was and what she represented.

"I know you understand me." she rested her hands on her hips. "You're tired and injured, I understand, but I have to get back to Meereen. The city can't cope without me." she got no reaction. A little nervous, she approached Maelia and quickly got on her back, but the dragon moved suddenly, almost knocking her off. "Okay, you're tired... But you, Drogon, you could take me back to the city." she rose to her feet, still on Maelia's back, and jumped clumsily onto Drogon.

Funny, she used to be afraid to get on a horse, and now she could climb on the back of a dragon without fear. Quite a drastic change. She stayed on his back for a moment, but when Drogon decided to change his position to - probably - go to sleep, she didn't have time to grab anything and slid to the ground between the two dragons.

They positioned themselves immediately afterwards in such a way that their wings almost completely cut off her access to light. She let out a frustrated huff and crawled a bit to get out from under their wings, but to her surprise she came across something other than the bones of their meals...

Eggs.

There was no doubt in her mind, these were dragon eggs. Three, each a different color, each shiny.

She looked at both dragons - they weren't paying much attention to her - and moved closer to the eggs, gently touching one of them, looked like brown. It was covered in something strange, gelatinous. It must have been hot, because she could see steam rising from it, but it didn't burn her. After a moment of shock, she finally got to her feet, emerging from among the dragons.

"You left your eggs and flew to save me?" she asked, but of course she didn't get any answer, not even a movement. She sighed and looked around. Just meadows and hills. "But one of you could at least hunt something to eat, I'm starving..."

There wasn't even any tree or bush with fruits here. Much less any stream from which she could drink some water. She was tired, dirty, hungry and thirsty. She didn't need a mirror to know that she looked terrible, her hair had probably fallen out of her braids during the flight. The dragon necklace around her neck was starting to feel heavy, as were the long sleeves of her dress. If only she had something sharp to shorten them...

She took a few steps to stand in front of the dragons' heads again. She crouched down and stroked them lightly.

"I really have to go back." she said in the tone she usually used with Hizdahr when he didn't want to listen to her the first time. But nothing again... "Okay, I'll come back myself then." she stood up. "It's somewhere in that direction, isn't it?" she turned towards the place they came from and started walking there slowly. "I'm grateful that you saved me, even if you don't want to help me now. Take care of your eggs, go to sleep... Whatever. I'm going to Meereen."

In fact, she didn't feel like going there on foot at all. Alone, without any food or water, tired, looking like something the cat draggen in. She hoped that she would soon find a town or at least someone who would be able to help her. She'll pay him as soon as he takes her to her city.

She was thinking about how to get back, but also about what would happen to those eggs. After all, she can't take them from them, but they probably won't take them either, right? What, are they going to sit here until the little dragons hatch?

She heard the clatter of hooves and the neighing of a horse in the distance. She stopped at first, wondering who it could be. She assumed an optimistic version.

"Ser Arthur?! Daario?! Is that you?!" she called, moving towards the sound. She assumed that these two would go looking for her - as long as everyone survived after she escaped from the arena...

But that means... That the city was left in the care of Missandei, Grey Worm, Tyrion and Varys. Great, perfect lineup. Two people she trusts, one she will eventually trust, and one she still wants to cut down sometimes. Perfect, she couldn't have dreamed of anything better. She really needs to get back to the city quickly if she wants to prevent the citizens from destroying it themselves by fighting each other.

And it was going so well until now...

It turned out that it was going to get even worse. Because on the horse, in the distance, she saw that it was neither Arthur nor Daario, but a man with his hair tied in a braid and dressed in some - for her taste - rags.

Oh fuck...

She quickly turned around and was ready to run back to where the dragons were most likely still lying, but on the other side she saw more riders approaching her too quickly. There's no way she'll be faster than horses. She looked around again. No escape route.

She covered her hands with the sleeves of her dress and discreetly slipped the ring off her finger, dropping it on the ground, among the grass. If any of her friends ever come here, maybe they will find it and understand what happened.

Perhaps her beauty will finally come in handy. After all, the Dothraki won't kill a beautiful woman, they'd rather use her differently, right?

And she'll be able to avoid it somehow, right...?

* * *

She had lost track of how much time she has been walking among all these people, some captured and other Dothraki. Two riders rode alongside her and kept an eye on her.

Even if she wanted to, she wouldn't be able to escape, she was too exhausted. It was stupid to walk away from the dragons, they would keep her safe. As usual, being impatient did not pay off... But this time, fate punished her very severely for her stubbornness and lack of patience.

How many days has she spent in full sun? She felt as if her hair was no longer silver and turning yellow, although it could only have been in her mind, because she couldn't see so well. Walking into the sun all the time, eventually your eyes get fed up. Her skin was never in her whole life so dry as it was now, and certainly as dark as never, although it was still far from a Dothraki skin tone. Despite everything, her Valyrian beauty still shone through.

Her hands tied in front did not help with walking for many hours, nor did her already worn-out dress. There was no trace of white left. The only thing she could thank them for was that they cut off her long sleeves and cut the fabric down to her knees, otherwise she would probably be tripping over her own feet all the time. And it was still close to it. She barely looked ahead - especially because of the sun - she walked with her head down and dreamed only of being given something to drink and eat, anything.

She straightened up abruptly and hissed as she felt the whip hit her back. Again they decided she wasn't walking good enough.

As soon as I have the chance, I will kill him myself...

She looked at the men riding horses next to her. She may not have felt or looked her best, but her angry look was the same as always. They could see the threat hidden in it, even though they didn't care much about it, they actually laughed at her.

"Ishish anna seh a lei. Tih okeo's mai seh a lei ma mae noreth tureqa zasqa." the one closer to her said to his companion.

*"Maybe she saw a ghost. My friend's mother saw a ghost and her hair turned white."*

She was thankful to Missandei for the lessons of dothraki and their culture. She may not be able to put a sentence together very well on her own, but after so many hours, weeks, of learning, she may be able to at least understand everything they say. And if they think she doesn't understand anything, even better.

"Theyaven pehoq lar gario ki the shekh. Anna dorwe eihr ilek. Jinak ato steq akka neak she shekh ma mae noreth goho zasqa." replied his companion.

*"Pink people are afraid of the sun. It burns their skin. She stood in the sun too long and her hair turned white."*

Well, at least her hair wasn't turning yellow...

"Yeri rihha anna tore zasqa ustiro noreth akka?" the question only made her roll her eyes. She felt like she was talking to the captains of the Second Sons again, before taking Yunkai. "Yeri eho qorr ma a nayat fin tore zasqa ustiro noreth?"

*"Do you think she has white hair on her pussy too?"* *"Have you ever been with a girl who has white pussy hair?"*

She didn't even listen to what they were saying anymore, she didn't want to. It only disgusted her and she wanted to spit in their faces, which could end badly for her. But when he smacked his lips at her...

No. She has to control herself. She didn't even turn her face to him, ignored it. This is their culture, for them sex is nothing intimate, they take what they want whenever they want, that's how they have been raised. They consider themselves great warriors, but she will come up with something... After all, she wanted to make them her cavalry. They only follow strength, she must figure out how she can prove her strength...

It would be easier with dragons...

"Anha ih'qori Khal Moro ha a norte ma yeri."  that was probably the hardest thing to ignore. "Fin tat yer doh?"  he asked his friend here.

*"I'll ask Khal Moro for a night with you."* *"What do you think?"*

"Dhiri daso, vosma mae ajjin at khik."

*"Pretty eyes, but she's an idiot."*

She would rather die than... No, she would rather kill him than let him rape her.

She regretted that no one had ever taught her how to defend herself, how to hold a weapon, how to attack. Now it would be very useful for her. Of course, if she had any weapons... For the first time, she would have to achieve her goal without any help. She had used her beauty in the past, but this time she would rather be as ugly as night so they wouldn't touch her. Although... There are people who fuck anything that moves.

"Mae tat vo zhorre tat tikh sahr tat tikh karth bajinosi aro." she shook her head and even quickened her pace a little so as not to have to listen to them.

*"She doesn't have to be smart to be fucked in the ass."*

The sun dipped behind the clouds for a moment, and it was one of the few times she could look up and see where they were. There was no sign of green, there were rocks everywhere, yellow, beige and slightly orange rocks. Who would find her here?

She will save herself. Somehow she will surely succeed. She saw no hope in her situation in the arena, and yet she survived. She flew on a dragon, something no one had done in over a hundred years. The fire doesn't hurt her, damn it...! She can do something, she just has to figure out what. Step one is to not allow them to treat her like a whore and to free herself from these tight bonds...

Or maybe...

I'm sorry.

Maybe she could fool them by saying she was Daenerys? After all, she was once the wife of Khal Drogo, and from what she remembers, the Dothraki do not touch the widows of Khals. She's similar enough, silver hair, similar eyes. Height was also almost the same, facial features were similar - at least from what she remembered. Besides, who would recognize her and expose the lie?

If she has no other choice, that's what she'll do.

She didn't know how long it took them to walk to the next stop. At least there was some greenery and water there. She just sat down next to it, she couldn't get her clothes any more dirty anyway. She looked at the lake, moving her tied hands, trying to at least loosen the shackles. Nothing, too tight. What can I do? How to escape from here?

"What are you doing? Let me go!" it was a reflex for her to say this when she felt two people grab her under the arms from both sides and pull her to her feet. These were the same two that had been talking about how they wanted to fuck her earlier.

She had no strength to resist them as they led her somewhere deeper into the camp. Everyone along the way looked at her, all because of her unusual appearance. A child even ran up and pulled her hair. She immediately remembered Joffrey, only he wanted to tear her hair out, not just pull it.

They led her to the best looking tent of all. There was a man sitting there, two others to his right, and two women to his left. From what she understood from the conversation, he is their Khal and they brought her for him. Like some gift, the silver-haired woman they found in the hills. She felt very uncomfortable listening to them talk about her lips, breasts and hips.

In addition, one of these women said that women with purple eyes are witches. She wanted to roll her eyes at that. She advised Khal to behead her before she put a spell on him.

Well, if I were a witch, I would have cursed them all a long time ago.

"Akka fin anha ki bai..." this Khal began, rising from his seat. "...Anha'd der anna wihs astat, hor ha mae led akka anha'd tiholat jin chiori zheanalat. Anha zin glad anha zin vo bai."

*"If I were blind and my wives wanted me to cut off a woman's head, I would know she is beautiful. I'm glad I'm not blind."*

He walked around her, looking over her entire body. She may have been dirty and disheveled, but that didn't detract from her beauty.

She looked away as he talked about how seeing a beautiful woman naked for the first time was the best thing in the world. His bloodriders didn't quite agree with him, mentioning other things that were just as good or better. So it ended with conclusion that a naked, beautiful woman is among the five best things in this world.

There are many things in her world that are much better than seeing others naked and being limited to such primitive instincts.

"Tat vo dar tat ortho an'na." she said quickly when Khal's hands were on her neckline and wanted to tear her clothes.

*"Don't you dare touch me."*

She didn't think about nudity in the same way as the Dothraki, but she also still had enough dignity to not allow to be treated that way. She saw that she surprised them by knowing their language. They didn't expect a woman like her to understand what they were saying. Her pronunciation may not have been the best, but she knew the language well enough to communicate.

The man lowered his hands and looked at her carefully, waiting to see what else she would say.

This may be her only chance to save herself from a bad fate. No matter how terrible it is that she pretends to be her own aunt who died because of her.

"Anha zin Daenerys Zdevasko ki ara Targaryen. Khalessi ki Westerosi. Khalessi ki Sakio Vae, Ordi ki marak akka Mai ki Zhavorsa. Fin yer ake anna tat Meereen, anha tikh erjo yer. Ma derrsos hrazefo." she said with as much conviction as she could muster at that moment. She didn't pay attention to how much she murdered their language, what mattered was that they understood what she had to say.

*"I am Daenerys Stormborn, of House Targaryen. Queen of Westeros. Queen of Slaver's Bay, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons. If you take me to Meereen, I will pay you with thousands horses."*

But they... They laughed at her. They didn't take what she said seriously at all, as if she had made it up. She didn't expect this kind of reaction...

"Yer hash tolori, yer, jin tijo ki yeri hake." he cupped her cheek, but there was no gentleness in it. She wanted to pull away, but he pulled her even closer. "Khalessi ki Vosi, zafra tat Khal Moro. Ijo anha tikh dero ma yer, akka fin jin Vezhof ajjin davra, yer tikh ke anna jin rizh. Tat yer tiholat?"

*"You are nothing, you, millions of your names. Queen of Nothing, slave of Khal Moro. Today I will possess you, and if the Great Stallion is kind, you will give me a son. Do you understand?"*

She won't give him a son. If she ever has a child, first of all, she will give it to herself, not to the man she will have it with. Her child will be the next ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, another member of the Great House Targaryen, not the child of some barbarian, conceived in rape.

"Anha tikh addrivat yer hatif rek dara." she hissed at him. This time no one laughed anymore. "Hash jin kashi jadat, anha tikh ihrotrisa tat eshna zhavvorsa, allayafi oro yol finne Khal Drogo erodo."

*"I will kill you before that happens. When the time comes, I will give birth to another dragon. Like the ones born at Khal Drogo's funeral pyre."*

"Anha ast mae ki jin nido." said one of those women, an older one, reminding that she said Visenya is a witch.

"Khal Drogo erodo?" he repeated after her, ignoring his wife.

"Anha ki mae thronn, hatif mae sahd. Arrek anha eiro mae khado."

*"I was his wife before he died. Then I burned his body."*

He removed his hand from her cheek, even pulling away slightly as well. His gaze changed, he no longer looked at her in a way you look at a prey.

"Tiholat anna, anha tat vo tiholat." she didn't expect him to apologize to her. And it looked like he really meant what he said. "Me ajjin forgo tat qosarvenikh ma jin Khal diso. Vo ato tikh vosetchi yer." here he pulled out his weapon and cut the shackles on her hands. "Yer zhorre anna asse."

*"Forgive me, I didn't know. It's forbidden to take Khal's widow. No one will touch you. You have my word."*

She finally felt her hands again, especially her wrists. She grabbed the wrist of her left hand and began to twist it, feeling the ease of moving her hands. There were already traces of the rope on the skin, but it's not a problem, they will fade away quickly. The important thing is that at least for now she is safe, no one will attack her.

"Laz yer fichat anna tat Meereen? Ven anha ast, anha tikh erjo yer sanekh." she asked, with new hope in her voice. Unfortunately, this hope was to be quickly extinguished.

*"Can you take me to Meereen? Like I said, I'll pay you well."*

"Hash Khal athdrivar, mae Khalessi et ato place elat." he replied, returning to where he was sitting earlier.

*"When a Khal dies, his Khaleesi goes to only one place."*

His wives looked at him, the older one smiled and looked at 'Daenerys' with slight derision before answering her.

"Vaes Dothrak. Vaiso Dosh Khaleen."

What? She was supposed to go back to Meereen, not to some temple where the widows of the Khals live! Is this how fate punishes her for lying? She doesn't intend to spend the rest of her days locked in this place with the widows. She is destined to do other, greater things.

* * *

How long had they been walking to this whole Vaes Dothrak? She stopped counting the days a long time ago, and because of the sun she couldn't think so clearly anymore. She only knew they were there because of two things: The two huge horses at the entrance to the city and the fact that Khal Moro himself had told her so.

She wondered what's going on in Meereen... How long has it been since she was there, in the arena? Is the city still standing? How are Tyrion and Varys doing? Is anyone even looking for her? Surely... Surely Arthur and Daario are looking for her, perhaps they even know that the Dothraki have kidnapped her.

What about Viserion? Rhaegal? As soon as she returns, she will free them. They deserve to finally regain their freedom. And she will take a bath. She'll do that right after she comes back.

"Idde yese, Khaleesi." Moro said to her when she was standing in front of a large hut. Is this where she was supposed to live for the rest of her days?

*"Welcome home, Khaleesi."*

This is not her home. Her home is across the sea, she must reclaim it and only then will she be able to live in peace. In the Red Keep, where she should have always lived.

They brought her into this hut. She's not used to this type of 'luxury', but if she's endured all the way here, she'll endure as long as she has to. Just a little light came in, which was a nice change. In the middle, lighting the torches standing there, stood the oldest of the women, her eyes never leaving Visenya for even a moment. She told the Dothraki who brought her to leave. The door closed behind them and she was left alone with all these women.

She had no illusions that her situation has improved in any way. Especially when several women approached her and started tearing off her clothes. First they took the silver necklace, and then  ripped off the dress. It may have been very dirty and probably smelled quite bad, but at least it covered her body.

She didn't defend herself. However, right after she was left without any clothes, she covered herself as best she could with her hands, looking at the older woman with hatred. She shouldn't feel any humiliation in being seen naked, after all, she's a beautiful woman, but without anything on she felt... vulnerable. Very sensitive to any attack that might come. Fortunately, a younger woman handed her some clothes.

"Rek's vo hash yer trido Khalessi."  she said, quickly putting on this very simple dress. It was probably the worst thing she had worn all her life.

*"This is not how you treat Khaleesi."*

"Yer hash vo Khaleesi quioro. Yer avvos hash." replied the older woman. "Tat yer tiholat fin mori tikh tat tat yer, hash mori latohi yer hash vo Daenerys Zdevasko? Tat vo dordo me. Anha tih hash mae jato hrazef zhor. Yer zoro pisto, vosma vo allayafi mae."

*"You are not a Khaleesi here. You have never been. Do you know what they will do to you when they find out you are not Daenerys Stormborn? Don't deny it. I saw her eat a horse's heart. You look similar, but not like her."*

Her heart sped up as she realized her predicament. If she wants to fulfill her destiny in which she so much believes, she must quickly come up with an idea so that this woman won't speak the truth. So that none of them would speak.

"Yer tikh vo astat eyak rek." she replied confidently, even lifting her head.

*"You won't tell them that."*

"Hash yer ma ra?"

*"How can you be so sure of that?"*

"Anha tikh seris yer." when she announced that she would free them, the women began to whisper among themselves, especially the young ones. It was clearly something they had dreamed about. She couldn't blame them, some of them didn't look older than sixteen, what were they supposed to do here? Sit in a circle and wait to get old? "Anha tikh vadrivoi jin Khals, trikodos jin khalasar akka yer ei tikh tiho seris tat des."

*"I will kill the Khals, take over the khalasar, and you can leave."*

"Yer? Vadrivoi jin Khals? " the older woman almost laughed in her face, questioning her intentions.

True, she didn't know how to do it yet, but there was definitely a good way to do it. She half-listened as the woman was saying that they weren't monsters, they wouldn't put her through such suffering, instead they would let the khals decide what to do with 'Khal Drogo's widow'. She didn't want to hear about their mercy, but she couldn't be ungrateful, after all, it will keep all of them from touching her in that way. She looked around the place discreetly, wondering if she could somehow use it...

"Tikh anha tikh jondo doro?" she interrupted suddenly, looking towards the large, standing torches.

*"Will I be judged here?"*

She received an answer that satisfied her. Perhaps it's time for her to take things into her own hands. No dragons, no soldiers or knights to fight for her. She will save herself.

As Missandei once told her: 'Dothraki follow strength. If you would like to get your khalasar, you must prove your strength.' There's a good chance she can do it, as long as she manages to lock up all the Khals in this place.

* * *

Only more and more death.

That was Robb's first thought when he found out what they had done to Jon, and it kept running through his mind. It was a time when he felt the same way as he felt after escaping from the Twins: broken, betrayed, lonely and without hope for a better tomorrow.

But that wasn't the end.

He's seen a lot in his life, but never... Never something like this. He might not have liked Melisandre, but after what she had done, he couldn't help but feel at least a little grateful. Besides, everyone was as shocked as he was, although they did not hide their joy that their friend, his brother, was alive. The only dissatisfied ones were the traitors.

In his mind they would die anyway, he would kill them with his bare hands. But there was no need for that, they were hanged for their treason.

Immediately after that, they began to discuss where they should go - since Jon had already decided that he would no longer stay in the Night's Watch - he had given his life to it, had been fighting all this time, he wanted to rest. Jon wanted to go somewhere south and not stay in the North any longer, to what Robb protested almost immediately.

They cannot leave their home, their history, their people. This is not the end yet, and - as Davos said - while we are alive, we can still change something, we have to use our lives. According to Robb, they should consider how to take Winterfell back from the Boltons, this should be their primary goal, to return to their family castle. On the other hand, he understood his stepbrother too much. He may not have died, but he was very close. Saw his people die, his mother, Talisa. All. But he also knows that he can't give up, no matter what. In the end, you have to move on, even if you never accept what happened.

They argued for quite a long time, until they were interrupted by a shout from outside to open the gate. No one knew who suddenly arrived at Castle Black. They went outside and found that three people had arrived, two women and one man.

There was one person he and Jon recognized very quickly. Sansa.

Nothing else mattered anymore. Words couldn't express how heart felt. They reacted differently, except that they were both shocked at first, as was their sister. Robb quickly snapped out of it and ran down the stairs, sweeping Sansa into his arms. Tears ran down his cheeks and soaked into her coat as they cuddled.

"They said you were dead, like mother-"

"You're alright. Little sister..." he interrupted her, kissing her somewhere between her hair. Just then, they felt another pair of arms wrap around them both - Jon joined the hug.

He doesn't know how long they stood there and hugged, but it didn't matter. The important thing is that they were not alone. It really wasn't over yet, not for them at least. They had a reason to live, both of them. A reason to fight. If not for the North and themselves, then for her to come home, to finally feel safe.

Stark banners will hang again in Winterfell.

~

-> Chapter XXIX ''Born in flames'' -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

[samieree]

Dawn of the North || Robb Stark

Robb Stark x OC

-> Chapter XIV "Proposition"

Chapter XV "Are you a witch?"

Immediately after the boat with Hoster Tully's body was pushed out into the river, Edmure Tully (his son) took his bow, lit one of the arrows on fire and began aiming at the boat to burn the body in this way, as was customary.

But well... The arrow missed the target. And by quite a lot.

But that didn't deter him, and soon second arrow shot through the sky, and third -  accompanied by Robb's quiet laughter before his mother silently scolded him for it... There was no fourth one.

Why?

Well, Blackfish could no longer look at his nephew's incompetence and decided to take matters into his own hands, literally. He didn't even look after the arrow until it hit the target, he just pushed the bow into his nephew's hands and walked away, squeezing through the crowd.

"That was quick..." Amy muttered to Robb, quietly enough to make sure only he heard that.

"I actually expected it to end like this." he answered her equally quietly, while casting a discreet glance at her.

Well... As you can see, not everyone has mastered archery so well, but Amy, for example, dared to claim (only in her mind, of course) that she would also hit such a "moving target". She was curious how her little brother was learning to shoot a bow. She herself liked these exercises very much as a child, although she once experienced severe irritation of the skin on her hand. But never mind that, she always had fun and was just waiting for the moment when she managed to hit the very center of the target, to then turn around and see her happy father, and then hear his praise. That was so long ago... When was the heir due the lack of brother.

Does her little brother feel the same way now? It's very possible, she wonders if he is as enthusiastic as she was about such exercises...

* * *

Not that long later, they were sitting in Riverrun and Edmure... Well, he was presenting his latest "contribution" quite colorfully, while everyone in the room was hardly willing to listen to him. Robb was leaning against the wall and looking out the window, Blackfish was sipping wine from a goblet, and Amy was sitting nearby on a chair, twirling the goblet in her hand, staring at the wine.

She didn't feel like drinking, she felt like she would faint if she took even a sip of any alcohol...

"As I said, nephew, I fought quite a serious battle at the stone mill..."

"Can you please stop talking about that damn mill?" his uncle suddenly interrupted him, freeing everyone in the room from listening to this chatter. Amy smiled to herself, holding back a laugh, and set the goblet down on the table, deciding that she can't drink this wine. "And stop calling Robb nephew, he's your King!"

"He knows that I respect him and we're alone here..."

"You're lucky I'm not your king. Then you certainly wouldn't portray a mistake as a victory." he stated, passing his nephew and going to the table where Amy was sitting to pour himself some wine. "And you don't drink, Your Grace?"

"I don't feel like it, thank you..." she muttered, pushing the goblet even further away from her. Just looking at it felt like her stomach wanted to do somersaults.

"This 'mistake' - as you put it - caused Tywin's dog to run away with his tail between his legs..." Edmure defended his arguments, ignoring his uncle's dismissive look as he looked at him over the glass with another portion of wine.

"I can't stand this sober..." Blackfish muttered, more to himself than to anyone else, without interrupting Edmure's argument.

"...We can't win the war if only the King fights. There is enough glory for everyone...!"

"It's not about glory." Robb finally said, looking over his shoulder a little. "Your instructions were clear, you were to wait for him to attack."

"I saw an opportunity and took advantage of it." Edmure spread his arms as he said this, as if surprised by Robb's words.

Amy, on the other hand, was not surprised at all, she had already heard her husband complain several times about Edmure that he had gone completely against his plan, which was why they had lost the opportunity to kill the Mountain.

"How much is the mill worth?" Robb asked, instead of going straight to scolding his uncle.

"It depends on how much grain you have to grind..." Amy muttered quite quietly, but loud enough to be sure that everyone in the room heard her.

"And then we'll throw sacks of flour at our enemies, great idea. The Lannisters would never have expected this." Blackfish added, smiling at Amy and raising his glass to her before drinking from it again. "I can already see how such a battle will become history... 'White Rain'..."

"More like 'White Fog.'"

"Yes you are right. It sounds better and more appropriate."

"The Mountain was across the river." Edmure interrupted these torturous thoughts, emphasizing each word and looking towards Amy and Blackfish. Before Robb replied, he sighed quietly.

What exactly was he facing?

"Is he still there?" he asked, trying to calm down a bit. He's your uncle, he certainly didn't want any bad..., he kept repeating to himself.

"Of course not. He had no chance, there were too many of us!" Edmure announced a little too enthusiastically.

"I wanted to lure him here..." Robb began, looking dangerously into his uncle's eyes. "He would attack us and we could surround him and kill him. I wanted him to come after us, which he certainly would, because he's... A mad dog ​​with no idea of ​​strategy, I could have his head on a stake by now. But instead I have a mill."

"And quite an interesting opportunity to make history..." Blackfish said quietly, of course talking about the mentioned possibility of fighting using flour bags, which would indeed be a pretty funny element of surprise.

However, Robb chose to ignore it, as did Edmure.

"We took hostages..." Edmure said, more quietly than before, looking away for a moment. "Willem and Martyn Lannister..."

"They are fourteen years old." said Robb dryly, still looking at his uncle with obvious anger.

"Martyn is fifteen, if my memory serves me right." Blackfish interjected. At that moment, Robb slowly started to approach his uncle, who seemed a little scared by this fact.

"Tywin Lannister has my sis-"

"Excuse me." Amy said unexpectedly and stood up abruptly, almost running out of the room. Of course everyone, looked at her, but the chamber door had already closed behind her.

"We haven't finished this conversation." Robb stated firmly, but put the worry about his beloved's sudden exit above the argue with his uncle.

She sat on the stone windowsill next to the open window, leaning her head slightly against the wall and breathing in the fresh air. Somehow she felt so weak as she sat there and had the impression that her dinner was about to escape from her stomach...

"Is everything all right?" she heard next to her, and then she saw Robb sitting next to her on the windowsill. "What happened?" he asked caringly, taking her hands. The tone of his voice was definitely different from the one he used to address his uncle a few moments ago. Besides, his gaze was also softer.

"Nothing, I just needed some fresh air, don't worry." she managed to smile, looking up at him. "Really, everything's fine now." she added when she noticed that he probably didn't fully believe her.

"Why don't you go get some rest?" that didn't seem to be a question at all...

"I really feel good no-..."

"Rest." he repeated.

She sighed quietly at this, maybe she would start arguing with him that she didn't need any rest, that she felt good... If she really felt as good as she claimed, but the truth was that she would gladly just go to sleep. But... How long can she rest? It's a pity to waste days like this when she could go and do something.

"Okay, okay..." she finally nodded in response, lowering her eyes a little but still noticing the slight smile on Robb's face. He leaned a little towards her and placed a kiss on her forehead, then pressed their foreheads together for a moment.

"You are the light in my life, don't blame me for wanting to take care of you." before she could reply, Robb had already stood up and returned to the chamber where Edmure and Blackfish were waiting, the latter of whom was once again pondering the idea of ​​using flour in some battle.

Once Amy was alone, she sat by the window for a while, looking out and trying to calm her thoughts. The nausea seemed to finally subside, allowing her to breathe normally.

It's probably obvious that she wasn't going to just lie in bed and do nothing. But if she was just supposed to 'go rest', she would treat it that way when she visited the captured teenage Lannisters, whom she knew Talisa was going to see to take care of their wounds.

The dungeon wasn't a particularly appealing place, although surprisingly it didn't smell musty or anything like that. And there was a window through which at least a little light entered the cell. But she still didn't envy the boys who had to live in such conditions.

Although it was good for them that someone came to take care of their wounds.

Amy, looking at everything, leaned against the dusty wall. Even though she felt a bit bad about wearing good clothes, she didn't want to risk feeling sick or weak again and falling over without such support.

"You are Robb Stark's wife?" asked the boy whose hand Talisa was taking care of. He looked over her shoulder at Amy standing against the wall, who even smiled slightly at those words.

"How do you know that?"

"They say you're young, but you've already turned you grey because of him. And that you are a witch." she laughed at these words and Talisa also had to stop working for a moment because of the boy's words.

"I'm afraid I've had hair like this since I was born." Amy explained once she had calmed down. But she didn't say even a word about the statement that she was a witch.

"And... Is it true what they say about him...?" he asked, with a slight fear in his voice.

"And... What do they say about him?"

"That he turns into a wolf at night. And that he eats the entrails of his enemies." Amy pretended to think about the answer to this question, putting her index finger to her chin.

"All truth." she finally replied, looking seriously at the kid. "But there's nothing to be afraid of, neither my husband nor I harm children." she assured him, even smiling sincerely.

"Unless there's a full moon. Then you have exceptions." Talisa added with a slight smile on her lips, looking over her shoulder at her friend.

"But luckily there's no full moon today." Amy replied, looking at her before glancing back at the boy. "So you can sleep without worries."

* * *

Despite these unusual visit, she was still in bed much earlier than her husband. It was already quite late, but neither he was there yet nor she could sleep.

She was lying on the side, running her hand over her exposed belly. Even before she and Talisa left after visiting the teenage Lannisters, she told her what had suddenly happened and how she felt. This brief exchange reminded her that she hadn't paid much attention to the last time she bled.

However, despite such suspicions, she was still not sure, after all, everything could be delayed due to stress, and for example, dinner could cause nausea and that's why she felt bad.

But despite this uncertainty, she lightly ran her hand over her belly, wondering if she was expecting a baby. Was it because of it that she felt so bad sometimes in recent days...?

"Do you feel better now?" she suddenly heard from behind and immediately covered her stomach with her nightgown, just after that turning on her other side, facing him.

"Absolutely." she replied, this time completely truthfully.

She decided not to tell Robb anything about her suspicions. After all, if it turned out to be just some cases of indigestion, it would be a bit stupid, so it would be better to wait a little longer and make sure she's pregnant.

She closed her eyes as he lay down next to her and wrapped his arm around her, finally able to stop thinking and worrying about anything. She could say that the moment when they go to bed together is her favorite moment of the day - after all, everything around her didn't matter, whether it was good or bad.

At that moment, they were just for themselves. They were not King and Queen, but simply husband and wife.

~ -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

[samieree]

Dawn of the North || Robb Stark

Robb Stark x OC

-> Chapter XIII "Harrenhal"

Chapter XIV "Proposition"

The sun may not have risen so nicely over Westeros, but there was nothing that could be done about it. Another day, another decision to make, another plot to foil or start, and much more... Nothing out of the ordinary, actually.

Well, unless the extraordinary things include Tywin Lannister's raven that flew to the Twins.

"Lord Frey..." a man said as he approached his Lord with his head bowed, his hand holding the letter out towards him. "From Tywin Lannister..." he said with a slightly trembling voice and moved away as soon as Walder took the letter from him.

Lord Walder Frey,

I recently heard about your guest and I already know what decision you made and what its consequences were.

I generously acknowledge that you have undertaken it on behalf of me and my family. Therefore, I think this is the perfect time to discuss the details of our cooperation, for which you will be well rewarded.

Although at first Frey began to wonder who Tywin's spies were and how he knew what was happening under his roof, but then his thoughts focused entirely on the proposition written below...

But let's not think about it for now, after all, everything is so far away and the cards haven't been dealt yet, right? After all, how can we know what this proposal is and what Tywin Lannister wants to achieve...

It doesn't matter now, after all, for now we have slightly more important matters, a little further south.

"Slow down a little...!" Talisa said dissatisfied as Amy decided that they should get a little ahead of the line of soldiers riding through the forest.

It's true that the circumstances weren't very happy, after all it was the death of Lady Catelyn's father - Hoster Tully - but you couldn't ride sad forever with your head hanging. Moreover, driving with your head hanging down could also be dangerous, you have to watch where you are going.

"Better you speed up." Amy shrugged, looking back a little. However, after a while she slowed down a bit so that Talisa could catch up to her. "You can't be so afraid of her." she pointed her head at the mare her friend was riding. "She feels it and doesn't want to listen."

"I'm not afraid of her, I just... I don't like riding so fast." I wonder what you would say about riding a dragon, Amy thought to herself. It was just a fast ride and with almost no way to control the animal. After all, you can't put a bridle on a dragon or squeeze its sides with your legs, it's unrealistic. You have to trust that the animal knows what it is doing and knows what is in your head, where you want to go and what to do.

Staying on the back was a bigger challenge.

Amy still remembered the first time she mounted Istra. Back then, the dragon was much smaller than it is now, but still significantly larger than the girl. She wasn't so sure at the time that she was ready for such a ride, but with the silent encouragement of her peculiar friend, she finally made decision.

It was just so interesting ride, especially when she almost fell down three times.

But in the end, fortunately, she returned to the castle in one piece and only with more willingness to go on more rides despite the fear she felt. However, Talisa would not like to hear this story...

"Fast is the best one." she finally said, instead of making any comments about flying dragons.

After these words, they drove in silence for a while, until the dark-haired woman noticed something.

"Someone likes you a lot..."

"Excuse me?" instead of saying something specific, Talisa pointed her head at the direwolf, who had now decided to walk next to Amy. "You're so clingy." she laughed and leaned down from the saddle a little to stroke Grey Wind with the back of her hand. "Shouldn't you be next to your master?" she asked, obviously not expecting an answer and straightening up in the saddle. She had to adjust her dark coat a little more, which started to hang dangerously above the ground because of the bending.

"It's not that far." at that moment, Amy looked up from the direwolf and started looking ahead again. Robb was talking about something with Lord Karstark, who... Well, in brief: He didn't like Amy.

She didn't answer, she just straightened up, trying to hear something from the conversation despite the distance - even though she was able to more or less predict its course. She managed to hear that, of course, she was a terrible wife and woman in general, and that everything would fall to pieces because of her - because she was probably a witch (she had added that herself, remembering a few rumors she had heard about herself). Nothing new, actually.

"If you don't like something about me, my Lord, feel free to tell me. I'm not deaf or dumb, I'll understand what you mean and maybe I'll be able to please you somehow." she said suddenly as she and Talisa passed Robb and Karstark.

And speaking of Robb... He started laughing to himself at the expression of his vassal, who was obviously surprised by such a response, even when the girls had already moved on and started laughing about something, talking among themselves.

"Are you enjoying this, Your Grace...?!" Karstark said almost indignantly. "Are you just going to let her run around like she's at home?"

"For me, she's at home, she's my wife." he shrugged, stopping laughing. "It's not for me to try to reconcile you when neither side seems willing to do so."

"You will remember my words when she starts to have control over you..." muttered the dissatisfied Lord, looking away.

"Lord Karstark..." Robb began, looking at him, although the man clearly didn't want to make any eye contact with the Young Wolf. "And doesn't anyone try to influence my decisions during the meetings?" of course, he didn't hear the answer to this question, so they remained in silence, watching the moving of soldiers.

* * *

When the time for a short stop finally came, Amy started looking around for Lady Catelyn, with whom she would like to get along someday... That's why she stopped near her.

"Your Grace-"

"Thank you, I'll be fine." she smiled warmly at the man who wanted to help her get off the horse, but in the end he only got the reins from her to take care of the horse. She dusted her hands lightly, straightened her gloves, and moved a little closer to Catelyn, who was tying some figurines to a wooden ring with a sign. Okay, inhale and exhale..., she said to herself "Maybe... Can I help you somehow, Lady Stark?"

"No, thanks." so this is how all those people, whose help she refused, feel like? Maybe she'll stop rejecting any help so much... She was about to try to start a conversation in some other way when Catelyn did it for her. "You can't help me, because only a mother can protect her children in this way." Amy was surprised by this statement, but despite this, she decided to come closer and sit next to Lady Catelyn.

"Have you done them before?" she asked, hoping for some normal, calm conversation.

"Yes. Or rather... Why are you interested in this?" and her hopes are gone... But well, she'll make one more attempt, she won't get mad and leave, even though the atmosphere is starting to get thick.

"I saw my mother do something similar once..." she confessed, not taking her eyes off the redhead. "Back then, I didn't even have any siblings, I was maybe... Eight years old. I never understood it and she wouldn't explain it to me. She just said: 'I hope I never have to tell you about it' and that was it." she finally shrugged, remembering that moment.

"This is the third time I'm doing this..." Catelyn replied after a long moment of silence. "They always helped after a while." she added, stopping tying the figures for a moment. Just when it seemed to Amy that some sort of understanding was beginning to emerge between them... "If your mother did it too, you'd better ask her about it." ...she must have torn it off quickly.

It seems that this woman will be more difficult to deal with than Robb assured her...

~

-> Chapter XV "Are you a witch?" -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

[samieree]

Dawn of the North || Robb Stark

Robb Stark x OC

-> Chapter XII "In the sight of the Seven..." [+18]

Chapter XIII "Harrenhal"

While many people around were working on assembling the tents and the entire camp, Amy and Talisa were walking along the edge of this field, enjoying the last free moments in this place. Unfortunately, they had to move on.

"So... What should I call you now?" Talisa started another topic, after they had been walking in silence for a long time.

"For me, you don't have to title me at all, I've heard it too much in my life."  'Your Majesty', 'Princess'... For seventeen years she heard it many times every day. She should get used to it after all this time, but in fact it often bothered her. She felt like people didn't tell her the truth once they found out who she was, or at least hid part of it. Some were even afraid to talk.

"I have to."

"Certainly not when we're alone." she smiled slightly at her friend as she said this. "And the rest time - whatever you prefer, I don't pay much attention to it." she shrugged, stopping for a moment and grabbing her hands. "We are friends, even if you suddenly married Joffrey..." they both laughed at this point. "...you can count on me. Remember that."

"Thanks... Where are we going anyway?"

"To Harrenhal, for now. And then... We don't know, it's hard to look into the future that much." they started walking again. "And why do you ask?"

"Out of curiosity. After all, since my friend is the Queen now, maybe I'll finally know where we'll go to through these woods..." Amy laughed. "Don't laugh, I don't know anything about maps!"

"I'll teach you, hm?" she suggested, elbowing her lightly in the side.

"You'd better teach me how to comb my hair into more than one braid, I have a feeling it will be more useful to me."

And so they continued walking, laughing and talking nonsense.

It didn't last long, because they finally had to hit the road, saying goodbye to this beautiful clearing. Amy was about to go to mount her horse when one of the Lords accosted her, catching up with her.

"May I help, Your Grace?" she frowned and without slowing down, she finished putting on the leather glove. She looked at the man for a moment, wondering what he meant.

"I'm sorry, but... With what?" he just pointed at the horse with his eyes. Amy shook her head at this, was he implying that she couldn't get on a horse? Instead of saying anything more, she quickened her pace a little and then, quickly putting one foot into the stirrup, pushed off the ground with the other, and after a while she was already sitting in the saddle. "Thank you for your concern, but I can get on a horse." she smiled sweetly. "I may not look like it, but I'm strong enough."

"But help can always be useful..."

"If I need help, I'll ask for it." she said decisively, and the smile disappeared from her face a little. "You better move away, otherwise the girl will accidentally trample you." she said, urging her horse towards him as if she actually wanted to run him over. And she said so for a reason, she heard, among other things, how this man described her just like that, as a little, beautiful girl. She felt a bit sorry that he didn't attend the war council she was attending. She would have had more room to express herself than just one sentence, but what can she do...

She has to deal with what she has.

* * *

It didn't take that long to get to the castle. It had to be admitted that even though the building was partially burned down, it was still impressive with its size. Not so long ago, Tywin Lannister was stationed there, but when provoked he moved west and the fortress was empty again.

Well, not really... Because when they went inside, they found a lot of people just slaughtered. Bodies left in the courtyard as if nothing had happened, they walked among them, even though they didn't really want to see it. Apart from the sight, there was also the terrible stench of rotting bodies. To sum up: Nothing pleasant.

A room that could serve as a cell was quickly found for Lady Catelyn. For a moment, Amy considered commenting on it, but... In the end, she didn't, deciding not to stand up for her, since this woman probably wouldn't do the same for her. Besides, there was no time for such discussions later, because it turned out that someone had survived the massacre. Talisa took care of him while others started setting up in the castle.

* * *

The silence was broken only by the sound of leaping flames in the fireplace. Robb was leaning against it, absorbed in his thoughts (including the carnage that had taken place). Amy, sitting a little further, at the table, was looking for something to talk about. The problem was that she didn't really know what to say, but she didn't want to watch him worry.

"I remember my mother telling me how she immediately wanted to return to her homelands as soon as she came to Westeros." she finally started, unable to find a better topic. "But over time, she decided that she couldn't live anywhere else, and she liked the north where she came to lived." she rose from the chair and approached her husband. "Although she still found her wedding boring because no one died at it. And that's bad for the Dothraki weddings she most often encountered."

"So she would find ours boring too." he stated, smiling slightly and turning to her. Immediately afterwards, he wrapped his arms lightly around her waist, slipping his hands under her coat. The room was silent again for a moment before he decided to ask something. "And you? Could you live somewhere else?"

"I don't know." she shook her head slightly, resting her hands on his shoulders. She had never really thought about such a thing. She never thought in her life that she would leave and have to live away from home. Only then did she start thinking about it. "But if you're there..." she started, smiling gently, but she wasn't allowed to finish because Robb leaned slightly and kissed her, not caring about the door to the room opening.

But soon he was interrupted anyway when Roose Bolton made his presence felt with a significant clearing of his throat.

"Your Graces..." he said when they were already moving away from each other. Once he had their attention, he held out both hands in front of him, with a letter in each of them.

"Shall I guess which one is good?" Robb asked, starting to walk over to Bolton.

"One is from Riverrun and the other from Winterfell."

Let's save ourselves the guesswork, because there's no point in doing it. None of this news was good. For no one.

~

-> Chapter XIV "Proposition" -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

[samieree]

Born in Flames || Game of Thrones

OC x ?😏

-> Chapter XXVI ''Trust''

Chapter XXVII ''Death will bend its knee''

Cold.

This was her first sensation as she experienced another dream.

Even very cold, snow everywhere, frosty wind that irritated her skin. She didn't know what this place was, so she just walked forward, trying to figure out what this dream was about. There must have been some water nearby, she could hear its gentle sound. Eventually she came across some people in ragged clothes, all standing still. As she got closer to them, she stopped for a moment, transfixed.

They were dead. Injured, some missing a limb, emaciated, some even without skin. The only thing they all had the same were intense blue eyes. They didn't seem to notice her, even as she walked past them, slowly approaching the water. She stood on the shore. She raised her hand to shield her eyes from the wind and see more, but all she could see were some boats in the distance, sailing further and further away.

She stopped looking there when she heard the rustle of clothes and the crunch of snow next to her. She looked over and one of those... undead standing next to her knelt down on one knee. After him another one, and another one. Eventually, everyone she could see was kneeling as if paying homage to her.

Only one figure remained upright, it was different from all the others. Its clothes were not destroyed, its body was not missing anything, it had no wounds or scars. His skin looked like ice. He had the same eyes as all the undead.

But he didn't kneel.

He looked at her intensely until he finally moved towards her, passing the kneeling people. First she wanted to escape, to run somewhere far away, as far away from this disturbing figure as possible, but she didn't move. Her dress was blowing in the wind, as was her partially loose hair, and she remained standing there. The figure stopped right in front of her, close enough that she could feel its cold breath on her face. Her height reached to his shoulder so she had to raise her head a little to meet his gaze.

All she saw in his eyes was anger. Some inexplicable anger that was perhaps not directed solely at her, but at her entire species, humans.

He raised his hand to touch with its back her cheek, but stopped just before his icy hand was about to make contact with her hot skin. Despite the cold outside, warmth still radiated from her, the fire that burned inside her had not dimmed in the slightest. And this character didn't seem to like it. He smiled mysteriously, maliciously, as if challenging her, and slowly removed his hand.

She blinked her eyes against the damn wind, and at that same moment she was back in her chamber in Meereen. Daario was sleeping peacefully next to her, his arm slung around her waist. Careful not to wake him, she removed his hand and got out of bed. It was warm enough in Meereen that she didn't have to wear anything other than a thin dressing gown - because she didn't want to go out on the balcony naked.

She opened one of the doors and was immediately greeted by the fresh night air. She stepped out and leaned against the railing, breathing heavily. She felt that gaze on her all the time, that cold, cruel gaze, even slightly mocking. She didn't know who it was, but it couldn't be human. Will she come face to face with him? When? Where? Who's that? How to defeat him? Only questions, no answers.

She knew this dream must have some meaning, she just didn't know it yet. And what's with those dead people who knelt before her? Why? What should she draw from this, what lesson?

She thought about it until she felt short gusts of wind and some squawking on her back. She frowned and turned around. When she raised her eyes to the very top of the pyramid, two dragons appeared to her eyes, next to each other they looked like yin and yang, all black Drogon and white Maelia.

"Drogon... Maelia..." she began, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. "Jurnegon rȳ aōla... Emā mazverdagon sīr olvie..."

*"Look at yourselves... How you have grown..."*

She even spoke now as if she were their mother. She smiled as she watched her children grow up and come to see her after there had been no news from them for months. They sat very close to each other, even touching at times, especially when they leaned towards her, when she held out her hand to them.

For a moment she wanted to ask them not to fly away, to stay here with her, but decided that a gesture could mean much more than any words. She wanted to touch them, stroke them, just like she used to do, when they would lie on her lap or rub against her legs. Her hand was about to touch their scales when Drogon changed his mind and straightened up, and Maelia followed him, rubbing her head against his neck a little.

They sat atop the pyramid for a moment longer, then took flight almost at once, giving Visenya no chance to say or do anything else. It was as if they sensed what she had done to Rhaegal and Viserion.

There was nothing she could do but stare helplessly at them until they finally disappeared over the horizon.

It gave her no peace, neither this nor the dream. That was what she thought about as she sat in the largest arena in Meereen the next day, in her box, with a canopy protecting her from the sun and a few Unsullied blocking the entrance to the platform. For now, the seat on her right was empty, Hizdahr had not yet arrived. Behind her, Daario and Arthur stood a short distance away, keeping an eye on her safety. At first glance it was obvious that something was bothering her, but neither of them wanted to ask about it in the presence of the other, so they both simply remained silent.

She cleared her throat and smoothed her snow-white dress when she saw that Hizdahr had finally deigned to appear. It was long enough to cover her mid-calf boots and trousers, which she put on mainly for her comfort - or rather her mental comfort - as the cutouts in the dress reached almost to her hips.

"You're late." she said once he took his seat next to her, but she didn't bother to look at him.

"I was checking if everything is ready." he explained, straightening his clothes as soon as he sat down and gave her a slight smile, but Visenya only looked at him from the corner of her eye.

She doesn't want to be here, she would rather be doing something else at the moment, she doesn't want to look at what will happen here and she would like to revoke her decision to reopen the arenas. The entire stands were filled with both former Masters and former slaves screaming with joy. It's true that these groups didn't mix much, but this 'entertainment' really connected them in some way.

This doesn't mean that she will suddenly start liking this 'tradition'.

She glanced briefly at the people here with her, at Missandei, who probably had the same opinion as her, at her defenders standing behind her, even at Tyrion and Varys, who had their place in the box as her advisors - although she still didn't trust them. Then she focused on the arena, where a man came out and first silenced the chanting crowd so that he could speak and open the games.

He told the people that thanks to the kindness of their majesties, and especially the Queen, he can welcome everyone to the Great Games. The entire gathered crowd of people started cheering and clapping.

She didn't really watch as they introduced the first two players and announced them, and surely didn't listen. However, she heard them say that they fight and die for her glory.

Where's the glory in that? You die for nothing, just for the amusement of people who enjoy death but would never fight.

"They are waiting for you." she looked at Hizdahr and frowned. She didn't know what was going on, who was waiting for her? Everyone was looking at her, but she didn't know what they expected. "You have to clap your hands."

Well, eventually someone has to give the signal... And it was her, because she is the Queen.

She raised her hands slowly, considering for a moment whether she could back out of this. She shook herself, put on a fake smile and clapped. Everyone cheered again and the fight could begin. She watched as the larger man swung his great sword over and over again, sometimes hitting his opponent's shield, and sometimes missing because smaller man had dodged. She had her own fight, to keep a smile on her face, even a shadow of it, so that no one could see how she was suffering internally.

"This one, the smaller one. You should definitely put your money on him." Daario said, leaning towards her so that his head was between her and Hizdahr. Guess he was trying to distract her somehow.

"I'm not going to bet." she replied rather dryly.

"Kings and Queens never bet on games." Hizdahr added. It's good that at least no one expects this from her. "Maybe you should go find someone who does."

"When I was still fighting in arenas, it was rare for anyone to bet on me." Daario turned from him back to her. "He'd bet against me too." he pointed with his head at her husband. "Typical novice mistake."

"I spent a lot of time in these arenas."

"How much experience do you have in fighting then?" she countered Hizdahr's comment, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm just saying that from my experience as an observer, the bigger ones beat the smaller ones much more often than the other way around."

"It's about skill, not size. And containing fear." she preferred to look at him rather than at the arena, so that's what she did, even though she had nothing else to say.

The most important thing is to control your fear to make a good decision. Immediately she started thinking about the dream again, where she came face to face with this strange man who wasn't even human. She could have turned and run, but she stayed where she was and accepted the challenge.

But is it stupidity or courage when you have no weapon?

"As soon as I entered the arena and saw that I would fight against such a beast... I knew I had victory in my pocket. Even though the crowd in the stands saw me as an easy target - skin and bones - for such a mountain of muscles, they didn't even have time to take out their money..." he pulled out his favorite dagger and started twirling it." ...and that strong-arm man was already dead. Because such musclemen usually have nothing..." here he twirled the blade and pointed its tip at Hizdahr's head. "...here. They were always too slow to stop my dagger from reaching its target." he sheathed his weapon and turned his full attention back to Visenya, smiling cockily at her. "I've always been calm when facing people bigger than me. I knew I could rest before the real challenge would come."

She even returned his smile, but then it disappeared from her face as they heard the bigger man's sword cutting off the other man's head. She grimaced, but Hizdahr had a victorious smile on his face, which he sent to Daario.

"You don't approve of this?" this time Hizdahr turned to Tyrion and Varys.

"For me, there has always been too much death in the world. I'd rather stay away from it in my free time." Tyrion replied first.

"Even the tournaments weren't much fun for me, I preferred to spend my time elsewhere."

Well, at least these two fully shared her opinion. Maybe the standards are just different here and she doesn't fit this city? No matter how hard she tries, she won't be able to change people's habits, she would have to raise a whole new generation in her world to share her opinion about these barbaric games.

And there's definitely no time for that.

"Like listening to your little birds?" she couldn't help but make this comment towards Varys.

"For example." he replied, smiling slightly at her. Maybe he was really sincere about wanting to help her? Maybe there is some truth in the fact that all he wants is to fix the world?

"But has anyone ever achieved anything great without killing and cruelty?" Hizdahr asked, after all, it was a question straight to the point...

She quickly flashed back through her entire life and came to the conclusion that she had never achieved anything without hurting someone else. It's even cruel how she used Jaime to escape from King's Landing. She used his feelings, pretended to reciprocate them, and then perfidiously rejected them. She wouldn't be where she is without the cruelty and killing.

"This is how we set up this world." she answered him, looking at him with challenge in her eyes. "But we can change it." she said 'we', but of course she mainly meant 'I'. There was silence for a moment before she decided to add something else. "Three hundred years ago, my ancestors conquered the Seven Kingdoms. They killed many and did many cruel things, but they united the continent and established a dynasty that ruled for nearly three hundred years. Do you see the difference between this and arenas? Where is this 'greatness' in fighting pits?"

"It's an important part of Meereen. You talk about your ancestors, but the greatness of Meereen existed long before their greatness, and will continue to exist after you and I will turn to dust." she looked at him with a cold look, so incongruous with her eyes, but yet going straight to the soul. She couldn't leave it unanswered, she had to fend it off somehow...

"My father would like you." Tyrion said. He immediately remembered Tywin and his talk about how the family legacy was the only thing that mattered, because it was the legacy that would last. People will die, but the name will live on.

"It's one thing to conquer kingdoms in a bloody war, another thing is to get rich on slavery and barbaric entertainment." she finally muttered. "And one day it all will turn to dust anyway. It may come quite unexpectedly."

"Is that a threat?"

"No innocent person will ever die on my order." she said it very quickly, looking only for a moment at the arena to clap again so that the next warriors could fight, she didn't even notice that there were more than two of them now. "And those who will die, will die for a higher purpose."

" These people think so too." he pointed to the combatants. "For them, it is a higher goal, a chance for a better future."

"Their goal is not valid, it is just to entertain the audience."

"Only what you consider to be a higher goal can be it?"

She felt like saying 'yes', but bit her tongue because she realized how bad that would sound.

"Well said. You are an eloquent man, and in my experience, such people are right as often as idiots." Tyrion's comment brought a smile to her face. Maybe it was good that she let him stay? He's intelligent, he'll be useful, especially when she gets to Westeros.

She didn't say another word. She looked down at her hands, resting on her thighs. She started playing with the ring on her ring finger, which was a more interesting activity for her than watching the fight.

Is this how other people see her? As arrogant, thinking she knows what's best for everyone? Was that the impression she gave? She tries her best, but almost no one appreciates it, they prefer to complain and say that they could have made it better or, preferably, left everything as it was. In fact, most of this generation could no longer be repaired, she had to wait for new people who would understand her vision, see that it is good and decide to live according to it. For now, all she can do is make compromises or... Or teach them obedience through cruelty.

But she doesn't want to go that far.

Lost in thought and focused on her ring, she didn't even see what was happening right in front of her. While two of the three surviving men fought, one remained behind, twirling his spear. In his other hand he clutched a dagger, ready to slit his throat as soon as he did what he has to.

He aimed at the box where the Queen was sitting and threw it with all his might, immediately afterwards driving the blade of the dagger into his throat. He sacrificed himself for this goal, the gods will forgive him.

Visenya felt a sudden jolt that almost knocked her off the chair. Instantly her heart sped up and she felt strong arms pull her to her feet and hold her by the shoulders. She looked at the arena first. She saw one fighter win and five dead, well, one of them still dying with a blade stuck in his throat. Only then did she turn back and see that the spear that had passed her thanks to Ser Arthur had embedded itself in the chest of someone in the stands.

And then she realized what was happening. She understood when she saw people wearing golden masks emerging from the crowd. Dozens... No, hundreds, maybe even thousands.

"Protect your Queen!" Daario shouted, but she heard it as if she were underwater.

This is all an ambush on her. The Sons of the Harpy did not retreat, but gathered their strength, waiting for the opportunity to finally strike. And here they saw this opportunity. After all, she couldn't take much troops with her to the arena, only a few soldiers and her personal guards. She won't call for more, because she can't. They are surrounded, and they all have one goal: kill her.

Alright, not only her, because she saw with her own eyes how they murdered all the Lords in the stands that they could. A few of them also lunged towards her, but the Unsullied dealt with them.

"Your Grace! Your Grace! Come with me, I know the way out! I know-!" Hizdahr started to shout, running towards her, but the Sons of the Harpy stopped him mid-step and started stabbing him with knives over and over again.

So he was innocent... She might not liked him, but she didn't like the sight of him dying in a growing pool of blood.

"Come." A tug on her arms brought her to her senses and she finally moved. She saw that Daario had already jumped down on the arena and signaled her to jump down too, he would catch her.

She had no better choice, so she walked to the edge of the wall and jumped down. Daario grabbed her around the waist and set her smoothly on the ground, then grabbed her arm.

"This way, through the players' exits." he said, pulling her to the nearest exit. She looked behind her to check on her friends. Everyone was not far behind them, but in the end it didn't matter because when they reached the entrance, it was closed on the other side. So they were definitely trapped here. He cursed fiercely and then shouted, "To the middle!"

"Are you crazy?!" she shouted back, but he held her arm too tightly for her to resist any further.

"Do you have a better idea?!" no, she doesn't. "Protect the Queen!" he shouted to all those who were still alive.

They ran to the very center of the arena where everyone made a circle around her, protecting her. Even Missandei stood behind her to watch to see if someone would try to kill her with a throw to the back, like during Mossador's execution. She glanced briefly at everyone. Everyone was alive, no one was missing. This allowed her to breathe a small sigh of relief, but it didn't make their situation any better.

They were surrounded and were overwhelmingly outnumbered by the Sons of the Harpy. They were still alive only because they were afraid to attack them all at once and break through the rather loose cordon formed around her. There were more and more of them, they ran into through the warriors entrances. Every now and then one of them would try to break through, but would be killed by one of the Unsullied, Daario or Arthur. Strangely enough, even Tyrion grabbed the dagger, even Varys, had something to defend himself.

"Valar Morghulis." she heard Missandei whisper right behind her.

"We won't die here today." she answered confidently. Just a moment ago, she saw it straight: They're fucked. But those two words were enough to give her courage. She couldn't lose heart, no matter how hopeless the situation was.

She was Queen, the last of her kind, the blood of Old Valyria, she was a dragon, the rightful heir to the Iron Throne. If anyone is going to have an unbreakable spirit, it's her.

It will take much more than a simple ambush to kill her. She won't die today, she knew that. She won't be afraid because it doesn't make sense. Before she dies, she has to face this ice man, she has to meet with that boy and give him his clasp. Sh won't die here today, she doesn't know how, but she will survive.

None of them will die here. She won't allow it.

"You understand?" they were still standing with their backs to each other and looking in horror at the next attackers trying to break through. She grabbed her hand. "We are destined for great things, not to be slaughtered like pigs."

Slowly her breathing calmed down. The heart was no longer beating as fast as it had been a few minutes ago, the breathing was not quick or ragged, but calm, deep enough. Eyes no longer darted around, but looked at the entire image stretching before them.

Quick, come up with something, come up with something... She hated feeling helpless, there had to be something she could do, there had to be-

She stopped that thought. At the same moment, everything stopped for a moment, everyone's eyes focused on the sky. They heard roars. Inhuman roars.

In the glow of flames, two dragons appeared in the sky, the same two that had flown to her in the night. They came now too, they must have sensed she was in danger. She immediately started smiling, she had tears of happiness in her eyes. She felt that fate was truly on her side and would not let her die until she fulfilled her purpose.

Drogon and Maelia landed close to each other, not far from her. Drogon caught the man who rushed towards her in his teeth, swinging him and finally tearing him into two pieces. This already scared some, and even more started to run away as both dragons began to breathe fire.

However, not everyone ran away immediately. Some were not even scared by the dragons, they were so dedicated to their goal that they were willing to die for it. They threw all the spears they could find at the dragons. Visenya suffered with each new blade that pierced her children's flesh.

Maybe she shouldn't worry, after all, they are deadly beasts, with sharp teeth, claws, and fire-breathing. They came to save her. But they were not immortal. Everything that lives can die, and so can they.

"Maelia! Drogon!" she shouted at them.

She made a decision quickly. She let go of Missandei's hand and walked past Arthur and Daario, who were engaged in battle, and got close enough to grab one of the spears sticking out of the dragon's body. It was embedded quite deep, but he had enough strength to pull it out and throw aside. The animal roared in pain and immediately turned its open mouth at her.

She squinted - the smell wasn't the best, by the way - but she didn't move a step as she had when confronted by the mysterious man. She didn't think about what others would think - probably that she was crazy. It only lasted a few seconds, the white dragon realized who dared to approach her and stopped roaring. Instead, it looked at her closely, getting even closer.

Visenya reached out and this time managed to touch the head, stroking it gently.

She felt an inexplicable bond with these animals, they were part of her family, she treated them like children. They were more than just a part of her family history, something that secured the Targaryens' throne. They were wonderful, beautiful beings who were much smarter than some men. She should never have locked up Rhaegal and Viserion. They didn't deserve this.

She doesn't have to control them, they are not slaves. She should try her best to show them what is wrong, they would understand. Now she knows. What she would have given to have known it earlier...

Her moment of joy did not last long, because another spear pierced Maelia's body, to which Drogon immediately reacted by burning the man who dared to do so.

There's only one thing she can do to get out of here, to let the army know what's going on and get the situation under control. She can't get out of here through any door, she has to fly away.

She took a deep breath, pulled up her dress at the front so that it didn't restrict her movements, and took the first step. She grabbed the spikes on the tail with one hand and put her foot on the white beast's leg. Then she let go of her dress, grabbed another spike, and took another step. From there she managed to pull herself onto its back and find a comfortable enough place so that nothing would sting into her.

"Sōvegon." Fly. she said, gripping the spikes so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

She didn't feel confident, feeling the dragon's every move beneath her, but there was no turning back. She had to hold on tight and hope that she wouldn't fall and kill herself with this idea. As Maelia start a run to take off, Drogon was right behind her.

The start was the worst. As Maelia bounced off the ground, for a moment she thought she would lose support under her feet. Then it only got better as soon as the flight started. She only looked down for a moment, at everyone looking at her in shock, then she just focused on what was in front of her. The whole world opened up to her. She was in a place where no one could catch her, on the dragon's back, Drogon flying next to them. The three of them left the arena.

Now she was sure, she was destined for great things. Her destiny is to change this world, to free it from the rulers, who torment their own subjects. And she will, no matter what the cost.

After over a hundred years, the Targaryens rode dragons again.

Visenya had dreamed the night before, about the Night King and the army of undead, seeing people fleeing on boats on the horizon. Robb was dreaming today, he was standing among the people who - like him - watched the girl fly away on the dragon.

On a fucking dragon...

~

-> Chapter XXVIII ''Reunion'' -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

[samieree]

"Silver Princess || House of the Dragon" Masterlist

(fanfiction)(Daemon Targaryen x OC x Aemond Targaryen)

[General Masterlist with list of boys I can write one-shots with here] [Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon Masterlist]

[my works are also avaiable on Ao3: Samiere and on wattpad: _Saelin]

Introduction + Chapter I "The heir"

Chapter II "Dragon Princess"

Chapter III "Royal Hunt"

Chapter IV "Stepstones"

Chapter V "Celebration"

Chapter VI "Wedding"

Chapter VII "Wed her to me"

Chapter VIII "The Dragon"

Chapter IX "Red comet"

Chapter X "Pentos"

[samieree]

"Born in Flames || Game of Thrones" Masterlist

(fanfiction)(OC x ?😏)

[General Masterlist with list of boys I can write one-shots with here]

[Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon Masterlist]

[my works are also avaiable on Ao3: Samiere and on wattpad: _Saelin]

Introduction + Prologue

Chapter I "Home?"

Chapter II "Long may he reign"

Chapter III "Dragons are extinct"

Chapter IV "Flames"

Chapter V "I'll take what is mine"

Chapter VI "The letter"

Chapter VII "Sworn protector"

Chapter VIII "The man"

Chapter IX "Astapor"

Chapter X "Be careful"

Chapter XI "Why?"

Chapter XII "Follow the vision of a better tomorrow"

Chapter XIII "Yunkai"

Chapter XIV "Second Sons"

Chapter XV "Mother"

Chapter XVI "Happy heart, broken heart"

Chapter XVII "Meereen"

Chapter XVIII "Justice"

Chapter XIX ''A dance''

Chapter XX ''A necklace and a clasp''

Chapter XXI ''Gentle heart''

Chapter XXII ''What the Seven Kingdoms need''

Chapter XXIII ''Refusal''

Chapter XXIV ''The burden of decision''

Chapter XXV ''Lost and admiration''

Chapter XXVI ''Trust''

Chapter XXVII ''Death will bend its knee''

Chapter XXVIII ''Reunion''

Chapter XXIX ''Born in flames''

Chapter XXX ''First, you have to win with yourself''

Chapter XXXI ''Command''

Chapter XXXII ''Dragonstone''

Chapter XXXIII ''Dārilaros''

Chapter XXXIV ''A meeting''

[samieree]

"Dawn of the North || Robb Stark" Masterlist

(fanfiction)(Robb Stark x OC)

[General Masterlist with list of boys I can write one-shots with here] [Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon Masterlist]

[my works are also avaiable on Ao3: Samiere and on wattpad: _Saelin]

!IMPORTANT INFO!

Introduction + Prologue

Chapter I "Family"

Chapter II "War in the south"

Chapter III "Silver-haired"

Chapter IV "News are various"

Chapter V "Truth?"

Chapter VI "First step"

Chapter VII "Mutual happiness [+18]

Chapter VIII "Temporary peace"

Chapter IX "The Twins"

Chapter X "Wildlings"

Chapter XI "The Letter"

Chapter XII "In the sight of the Seven..." [+18]

Chapter XIII "Harrenhal"

Chapter XIV "Proposition"

Chapter XV "Are you a witch?"

Important info!!!

Introduction + Prologue

Chapter I "Family"

Chapter II "War in the south"

Chapter III "Silver-haired"

Chapter IV "News are various"

Chapter V "Truth?"

Chapter VI "First step"

Chapter VII "Mutual happiness [+18]

Chapter VIII "Temporary peace"

Chapter IX "The Twins"

Chapter X "Wildlings"

Chapter XI "The Letter"

Chapter XII "In the sight of the Seven..." [+18]

Chapter XIII "Harrenhal"

Chapter XIV "Proposition"

Chapter XV "Are you a witch?"

[samieree]

Silver Princess || House of the Dragon

OC x Daemon Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen

-> Chapter IX

Chapter X "Pentos"

Three years have passed since Visenya was born. Three years since she first held her in her arms, since she saw her beautiful eyes, since she became a mother. Three years since she was last in the capital of the Seven Kingdoms.

Since then, she has seen a lot of the world with Daemon, and the girl has grown up like a weed. She had her own dragon, with scales that glowed purple in the sun. Everything looked perfect, they were a loving family who didn't complain about anything, traveled the world and had enough of everything.

Except that Valaerya was homesick.

They were having dinner with the Prince of Pentos, where they were currently staying. Their daughter sat between them, more focused on the dragon figurine Daemon had carved for her from a piece of wood than with her dinner. Besides, Valaerya didn't really listen to what was going on around them either. She was bored with these conversations, revolving around similar topics over and over again. She looked at her daughter with a warm smile on her face, thinking about what was happening in King's Landing and what she was missing.

Perhaps this trip was good for them, they took a break from the hustle and bustle of the capital and the castle atmosphere, but Val didn't feel at home. She felt like a stranger and wanted more and more to return to the place where she grew up.

"Let's raise a toast." she snapped out of her thoughts, turning and looking at the prince. He rose from his chair and raised his glass. "For Aegon the Conqueror, your illustrious ancestor who supported us against Volantis during the Century of Blood. On Balerion's back, he turned the tide of the war by burning the enemy fleet at Lys."

She raised her cup, but reluctantly. She didn't like the taste of the local wine at all, as if she was drinking watered down wine from Dorne, seasoned with some horrible herbs.

"For Aegon the Conqueror." Daemon repeated, also getting up from his chair.

Everyone drank from their glasses, and Val decided she would only pretend to drink because she couldn't stand the taste of it any longer.

"We need to discuss some things, or rather... A proposition I have." hearing these words from their host, she raised an eyebrow, but didn't say a word yet. First, listen to what he has to say. Her gaze involuntarily turned back to her daughter for a moment, she hoped that he would not propose any marriage. "I want to offer you permanent residence here, in Pentos. I will give it to you along with its lands, farms, vineyards and forest. The tenants will pay the new Targaryen Lord. By virtue of your birth, you can treat the city and port as your own.

She really didn't like the fact that he only addressed her husband and not her as well. And she didn't like it even more when Daemon told him to continue.

"Lys and its allies are growing in strength. The Triarchy has allied itself with Qoren Martell of Dorne and may turn its gaze north at any time. Your family has dragons. I wish to protect Pentos from the greedy gaze of the Triarchy. Help us, as Aegon once did, and my gratitude will overflow your cup."

"It's not our problem." she murmured as if under her breath, but loud enough for everyone at the table to hear her. She didn't even look at them, which only added to the dismissive tone of her statement. But she really couldn't care less.

"That's a generous offer. We will definitely consider it." she raised an eyebrow again, looking up from her food to her husband. Her eyes said one thing: 'We won't consider it.'

"I already missed my friend Laena's wedding and the birth of her child. In the morning I got the news that my sister had given birth. I won't stay here." she declared.

She was not afraid to fight for herself, she learned that if she wanted something, in most cases she had to reach for it herself. She may have been a princess, but not everything was handed to her on a platter. And now, she additionally cared about the well-being of her child. She wanted Visenya to grow up where she grew up, in her family home, which belonged to her. Not somewhere on the other side of the sea, separated from most of the family.

Guess he didn't want to argue with her at the table, because he just grabbed her hand gently and said they would talk about it later.

Wonder when this was supposed to happen next. Because it was already evening and he still hadn't bothered to broach the issue with her. Finally, she left the room herself and went to the place where Daemon most often sat, namely a small library in the corridor. He even had a desk set up there. Her walking definitely could be hear, as her heels clicked on the stone steps as she took two steps at a time.

Looking at her, no one would say that she had a baby and was twenty-seven years old. Her figure was as slim as before pregnancy, and her breasts - despite breastfeeding - did not change their shape either. She still fit into the clothes they had made for her in King's Landing and in which she felt most comfortable. With an increasingly heavy heart, she said goodbye to comfortable trousers and high shoes when it came to putting on a dress.

Additionally, it seemed as if the passing years had no effect on her at all. There was no sign on her face that wrinkles would soon begin to appear. Her skin was still smooth and even radiant, as if she was still eighteen or seventeen. She looked at herself in the mirror every morning and had noticed almost no difference in her appearance for ten years.

She wasn't going to complain about it, of course, she liked feeling beautiful, although she felt a little uncomfortable seeing her friends and family showing the passage of time while she 'stayed young'.

Anyway, she found Daemon with Visenya on his lap. They sat at his desk and he taught her Valyrian. She was even doing quite well, considering that she was only three years old and couldn't speak common tongue fluently yet. But apparently the earlier you starts learning languages, the easier it is, at least that's what the Maester told her.

"We are learning." said the girl, smiling broadly, when she had seen her mother coming.

"And did your dad tell you that your dragon shouldn't be in the chamber with you anymore?" she smiled warmly at her and stood next to her, combing her silver hair. "Soon it will be too big and the poor thing won't be able to get out, it will stay there forever. It's place is in the Dragonpit in King's Landing."

"Your mother is right, sweetheart." added Daemon, also smiling at his daughter sitting on his lap. "You don't want it to remain locked in your chamber, do you?"

"I don't want to lock it at all. I want it to be free."

These words touched her more than they should have. Only then did she realize that everyone was not as free as they seemed. They can't just go wherever they want, do whatever they want. There will always be something connecting them with someone, something or some place.

"It is free." he assured her. He then moved his gaze to Valaerya, whose look clearly said she needed to talk to him. "And it's probably time for you to go to bed, hm?" he hugged her and kissed her on the forehead.

Visenya jumped down to the floor and kissed her mother - who crouched down for this purpose - on the cheek, said goodnight to her parents, and happily went to her room.

What I wouldn't give to be that carefree again...

"I won't stay here." she said when they were alone. "You do what you want, but I'm leaving this mansion tomorrow and taking Visenya with me."

"Don't you think you're exaggerating a bit?" he looked at her for a moment, then went back to reading the book. "We have a good life here."

"This is not our place, my place."

"Our place was in Old Valyria, but it's gone" he replied quickly, turning the page. She felt disrespected by him when he acted this way. She didn't know what he wanted to achieve - for her to let go? That she come to terms with what he wants so that he can be happy?

Well, unfortunately for him, she wasn't going to agree on anything she didn't like.

"What are you running from, Daemon? Your prother? Policy? Duties?" she hesitated for a moment before adding one more guess. "My sister?" her voice cracked slightly when she said it, which made her want to hate herself.

But at the same time, she immediately caught his eye. He seemed surprised by the question, but didn't immediately deny it, which made her think. Only after a while did he react somehow.

"Sweetie..." he grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap. "Think about it, aren't we really better off here? We have no worries, we don't have to stress, politics doesn't concern us. We have our own life, peaceful, away from all problems.

"I don't run away from problems." she took his hands from her waist. "I didn't know I was braver than you." she added waspishly, getting up from his lap. She was about to leave, ending the conversation as there was no point in continuing it, but she stopped when she heard his answer.

"What if nothing good comes of this return? Will you regret it?"

She stood with her back to him, thinking what to answer.

She didn't know what the future would hold for her, but she knew that the whole world was equally dangerous everywhere. They can't hide here and pretend that nothing concerns them and that they are safe here. Their lives were elsewhere, their rest of the family, their home. Visenya doesn't even know what the Red Keep looks like! She should grow up there, together with her cousins.

And maybe siblings. She thought about it sometimes, after a good evening. She thought, why is it so hard for her to get pregnant again, what has changed? She hated things she couldn't control, and this was one of them.

But she could decide to return home, she will not allow herself to be ruled over just because he is her husband. After all, she is the Princess of the Seven Kingdoms, she belongs to the greatest dynasty the world of men has ever seen, she rides a dragon without a saddle, no one will tell her what to do.

"I'm leaving tomorrow, with or without you." she finally stated, turning to him only for a moment to give him a cold look.

Immediately afterward, she began to walk towards their chamber in the mansion, but as soon as she had taken a few steps, she heard a chair being quickly pushed away and footsteps behind her. She quickened her pace, but he caught up to her and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her close to him.

"You are leaving me already?" he asked, leaning over her and kissing her neck several times.

"I'm not in the mood." she replied, although this time she didn't shrug off his hands. Perhaps it will be good for her? Maybe...? After a few moments, she turned with a soft sigh, looked at him and kissed him, pulling him to her by the neck. It was more violent than tender, but it made no difference to them.

Under his pressure, she backed up against the wall, her free hand gripping on his shirt. She didn't care that at any moment someone could walk down this corridor and see what they were doing. She has learned not to care about the opinions of others, as long as these 'others' mean nothing and she is unable to win against them.

Anything is allowed as long as you can handle the consequences.

~

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Dawn of the North || Robb Stark

Robb Stark x OC

-> Chapter XI "The Letter"

Chapter XII "In the sight of the Seven..." [+18]

"And how am I supposed to plan next battles while you're sitting here?" Robb finally spoke up. Some time ago, Amy came to see him for a 'moment', but it didn't look like she would be leaving anytime soon.

"Don't do it now." she shrugged. "Tomorrow is a day too." she said, but then something else took her attention.

And that other thing was the direwolf who was suddenly right next to her and placed his head on her lap. This wasn't the first time Grey Wind had come to her like this and started demanding petting, and she didn't mind.

"You're so adorable..." she said, immediately focusing her attention on the direwolf and petting him. "I knew there were direwolves in the North, but I never had the opportunity to become such friends with one." she smiled broadly when he placed his paw on her lap, clearly enjoying her stroking him. "I only have one friend who also has a direwolf." at this point, Robb turned around in his chair and looked at the girl completely focused on his animal.

"A friend from your kingdom?" she looked up at him, but didn't stop petting the direwolf.

"Let's just say that, but I got along better with her brother. Ryledia is... Difficult to deal with." Amy put it rather delicately. It's true that she knew that if push came to shove, she could count on the brunette, but... She had a difficult character, getting along with her was considered a miracle, and her interests were also controversial, considering that she was a Lady after all. . If she were here... She'd probably challenge Robb and half his army to a duel by now. "And her Aresh didn't seem to like me very much, he growled at me a lot, I don't even know why." she heard Robb laugh first in response.

"But I feel like Grey Wind loves you more than me."

"Maybe I should marry him instead. He won't laugh at me and will always keep me warm with his fur." she joked, right after the direwolf got tired of being petted and decided to leave - but not before he seemed to give a meaningful look to his owner, which made Amy laugh this time. "Was it 'hurt her and I'll hurt you'?"

"I hope not." he replied, standing up and walking towards her, and there was silence for a moment. "But even if, I will never hurt you anyway." saying this, he took her hand and kissed the back of it. Even though he was smiling at her, she could clearly see that something was bothering him. "Especially when we get married." he let go of her hand and started walking around the tent.

So that was bothering him...

The fact that he doesn't show her feelings in public and that she insists that she won't marry him when he's still promised to someone else.

Well, at least she already knew what was bothering him.

"You'll see, he'll probably send you a raven with a letter today, canceling your pack of marriage with one of his daughters. Because he didn't send me away with nothing." Amy finally said, breaking the silence that had settled between them in the tent again. She sat there and, uncharacteristically, continued embroidering something (something she had started doing before Grey Wind forced her to pet him). "Frey is largely a coward who is interested in keeping his ass warm and possibly collecting titles for his children." she said without beating around the bush. "I think he has succumbed to my gift for diplomacy." she smiled slightly and looked up from her work at Robb, who was still walking around the tent because of her.

"It will be more interesting when he hears that you married me." she rolled her eyes. She probably would, but she didn't think about it at the time. She didn't care and probably didn't even think that she would have anything to do with Lord Frey in the future.

Mistake.

"I can say that my father forced me right after Frey released you from the obligation to marry. An innocent lie." she shrugged. "What can he give you other than the bridge? Because so far I have seen a whole army of poor children and another  very young wife of his. I think even younger than me." he laughed at these words.

"Well, he has several thousand troops in his stronghold..."

"I have more..." she muttered, going back to embroidering. "And I'm a princess. I probably couldn't have been kidnapped from a better family." Robb smiled and shook his head. Sometimes it was hard for him to tell whether she was serious or joking. "Okay, unless you happen to like older people, in which case you could go for Cersei Lannister under the pretense of peace through marriage." at this point he couldn't help but laugh.

"No, by the Gods, there's no way, no!" they were laughing together when a man entered the tent.

"Your Grace." he turned to Robb and inclined his head towards him. "A raven from the Twins has come." Robb quickly took the rolled paper from him and sent the man away, saying something quickly and rather indistinctly.

He unfolded the letter and began to read while Amy watched him carefully.

"Put it down." he finally said unexpectedly, referring to what she was embroidering and the needle and thread, but he didn't even look at her. The slightly confused girl got up, put it all on the table and then looked at him incomprehensibly.

After a moment of silence, Robb ran up to her, hugged her, and started spinning around with her, smiling and kissing her.

"I pay all tribute to your 'gift of diplomacy', you are a miracle worker." he put her down and cupped her face and kissed her again. "He doesn't want me, what a relief..." she laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck and tilting her head back a little. "Don't laugh, now we can get married freely. Even tomorrow..."

"You're so impatient..." she dragged out the word 'so' a bit, and pretended that her legs were going weak under her so that he would take her in his arms, which worked. "Come on, wolf, run to your mother and say it over her ear." he rolled his eyes and walked with her to the bed, where he laid her down.

"First, I'll enjoy you some more, it's news for us, first of all." he smiled and started kissing her neck, undoing the buttons of her dress, which he finally took off, getting rid of his clothes in the process.

* * *

"Are you sure you want to do this?" his mother asked him the next day when he went to talk to her during the day. "Walder Frey..."

"He can't hold any grudge against me." he interrupted her, sitting down in a chair. "He broke the contract." he shrug.

In fact, he didn't quite know why he came to talk to her at all. Was he looking for some approval? That his mother would finally accept his decision?

"And if he did this, he must be planning something else."

"I don't care about it right now." he said truthfully. "I have no influence on it anyway."

Catelyn just sighed. How else is she supposed to explain this...?

"Marriage isn't a five-minute thing, so I just ask: Are you sure?"

"I love her." he stated immediately, although his mother was still not convinced. She was afraid of what would happen after some time, when they would finally stop getting along, the first arguments would appear and what then? Will they still love each other like this?

She was afraid of this because - among other things - she would have to look at it and probably try to alleviate these conflicts. It wasn't even about the fact that she and Amy had a hard time getting along, but about how little they knew each other. She knew practically nothing about this girl, she didn't know what she might be planning and what the consequences would be. But her son didn't seem to notice any of these.

"Do whatever you want, you'll do it anyway." she sighed, spreading her arms. "You always eventually do that."

* * *

In the evening, as said earlier, the wedding took place. Guess Robb just didn't want to wait for Frey's possible change of heart and take advantage of the moment of peace they had while in camp.

They chose to be alone with the Septon during this important moment for them. With only four torches providing light nearby and the sky illuminated by the moon, they stood side by side in front of the Weirwood, listening to the Septon's words.

Robb took off his cloak and stepped closer to Amy, then gently placed it over her shoulders and pinned it at the front as a sign that as a husband he took her under his protection and would keep her safe. He then took her hand gently, and then they intertwined their fingers, and the Septon tied a ribbon around their hands, saying the formula to the Seven Gods, and then these words:

"In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words." they turned to face each other, looking straight into each other's eyes.

She felt like her heart was about to burst out of her chest. This was finally happening in her life, she was getting married and not to someone her father had put under her nose... She was doing it not out of obligation but out of feeling, she was truly happy standing next to him, not unhappy that her 'freedom' ends.

It's true that she was a bit afraid of what her parents would say, because they would undoubtedly find out about it someday, but... She didn't care at the moment.

But what about him? There were no worries on his mind at the moment. He was happy that what he had been thinking about for so long was finally becoming true and the woman he loved would become his wife. His only regret was that his father couldn't see this moment...

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am his/hers and he/she is mine. From this day until the end of my days." after saying these words at the same time, Robb cupped her cheek and kissed her. Long, tenderly, with joy and love.

Immediately after the kiss, he pressed their foreheads together, looking into her eyes and lightly stroking her cheek with his thumb.

It happened.

They are married.

But now... There's still the wedding night left.

* * *

"So... We're alone at last, my beautiful wife." he said, stroking her hair with his hand.

"Finally... But not quite according to tradition." she joked.

"Nothing is lost, I can call some Lords if you want." since she started this topic... Who would he be if he didn't take it further?

"No, that's not necessary." she laughed nervously, shaking her head quickly. She walked up to Robb and clinging to his body wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his hands resting on her waist.

"And very well." he stated, bowing his head a little to press their foreheads together. "Only I can see you like this."

"How?" she asked innocently, slightly parting her lips.

In response, she felt a hand wandering along her back to the beginning of her corset. Then a gentle tug on the ribbon and a hot kiss, while the other hand started untying the corset. Taking its time, the material slowly became looser, and after some time it began to separate from the body here and there.

As for Robb's clothes, it looked a bit different... The untied shirt was not treated so gently, but quickly landed somewhere on the floor. Amy's dress, however, was removed very delicately, as if it was hiding an even more delicate treasure or something that could easily be frightened.

This is how he treated her body as soon as the dress fell to the ground. By lightly running his hands over her skin, he made her shiver and make her even more impatient. It was hard for him to just linger when he wanted to kiss every part of this beautiful, naked woman standing before him.

No, an extraordinary woman. His wife, his beloved. The person for whom he would throw the world at her feet if she asked him to. A person whom no one can take away from him and from whom he would prefer not to be separated until his death.

He roughly pulled her closer to him, kissing her harder than before, running his tongue around the inside of her mouth. Holding her by the neck, he moved back a few steps and finally leaned onto the bed, where they landed right next to each other. He immediately felt her hands move to the fastening of his pants and he involuntarily tensed up a bit.

"Are you impatient?"

"And who says this?" she answered with a question, throwing her bent leg over his hips and rubbing her crotch against his already noticeable member. "You are the hot-headed one." she rolled over, sitting astride him, with a slightly victorious smile. Looking him in the eye the whole time, she ran her fingertips down his chest, stopping at the fastening of his pants, which she undid with one tug on the string.

Just as she was about to pull his pants down, he immediately sat up and surprised her by flipping her onto her back. Taking advantage of this situation for a moment, he rubbed his nose against her breast, which he then began to tease with his mouth, while massaging her clitoris with his free hand.

"Please stop playing with me like that..." she finally muttered, feeling it was getting harder to breathe.

He stopped for a moment, his breath caressed the skin of her breasts and neck, and then he rose from the bed to take off his pants.

"I didn't quite expect this..." she added, rising to a sitting position.

She expected to get some specific answer, but all she heard was some muttering under his breath. However, she did not expect at all that he would pull her legs towards him and then immediately find himself between them. She rose back to a sitting position when she felt him fill her and, holding her by the hips, pressed her against him.

She couldn't say anything anymore, although she wanted to make a humorous comment, the pleasure filling her thoughts didn't allow her to do so. Closing her eyes, she rested her forehead against his.

The moment they kissed again and Amy put her hands in his hair, he started moving inside her. Slowly at first, enjoying every moan that went straight from her mouth to his. He was happy with the state he was reducing her to and that no one would take that away from him. Nor was he afraid that someone would suddenly come in and catch them doing something they shouldn't be doing, because now... Since the beggining of marriage, after all, everyone will expect children, and everybody knows how they're made. Over time, the movements became faster and faster. Taking advantage of the opportunity that Amy tilted her head slightly, he again started leaving reddish marks on her neck and cleavage, feeling his hair being pulled quite strongly. Finally, he turned her onto her back so that he could enter her even more confidently and forcefully, causing her to moan more and more.

Finally he felt the girl started to shiver in his arms and then he accelerated even more, intensifying her sensations. He came soon after, spilling himself inside her.

He took a few breaths with his head resting on her shoulder before laying down next to her.

"But it was better than what I expected." she said between deep breaths and placed her head on his chest, closing her eyes and listening to the not entirely calm heartbeat... Robb laughed briefly at these words and put his arm around her, kissing her somewhere between her hair.

"But I'm not done with you yet." he stated, moving his hand to her stomach. "Because you're not afraid of pregnancy anymore, are you?" she rolled her eyes at this clear reference to their first night together.

"I never said I didn't want children. I want to, but you'll have to wait a few months for your little princess or prince."

"It'll go by quickly, I don't count the time when I'm with you."

"Oh, now you're teasing me!" she laughed, rolling onto her back. "From what I've noticed, you're not the patient type."

"It depends on the matter." he leaned on his elbow and began to look at her, playing with strands of her hair.  "I can wait for you. For the child as well. But when some Lord is late..." he made a face as if he was truly devastated. "All you have to do is sit down and have a break down."

"Well, that's life." Amy shrugged. "You just don't have the patience." she smiled as she said this. "Your mother has more patience with me than you have with anything."

"Oh no, that insult requires blood spill." he threw himself on her neck, and Amy couldn't stop laughing when everything seemed to foreshadow an imminent repeat of the entertainment...

~

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