THE BAY OF DRAGONS

Hi all, just a quick note that this story takes place just at the end of Season 6 of the TV show so if you haven't watched the show yet SPOILER ALERT! It may branch off into what I think will happen during Season 7, depending on my motivation as I am a University student! Unicorns for all! xXDarkDawnUnicornXx ;p xxx

Chapter 1

Slavers' Bay. The blue of the sky was flickering with the passing of the magnificent flying beasts crossing the sun, firing back at the Masters' ships as they drew closer to the harbour. The girl could just make out the tiny specks on top of the hill at the south end of the harbour; their queen, Daenerys stood amongst her soldiers, her advisors and the dwarf, negotiating with the Masters. Fareen had always trusted the dwarf, Tyrion, even when the queen had not. She saw in his face the kindness and passion that he had for the world, but she also saw the pain and betrayal he had suffered. Within the first few days of his arrival with the other man, the larger man, she had read every book in Meereen concerning his history and life. Though few records had been found, Fareen felt an automatic connection to him. She read about his family, she chased down stories about his reputation, she had even tried to speak to him once when he had passed down the street, but always she had been too late. Now she watched the smallest speck on the hill as he walked away, the Unsullied commander having decapitated two of the Masters. His movements were always predictable, Fareen thought, sheltering in the rubble of a recently-destroyed house. His stumbles over the uneven ground, his turns as he looked behind to check if he was still being accompanied. It was true that he was afraid to be alone. The Spider had always been with him in the streets before; the Spider had many spies who would leap in at a moment's notice to protect their employer and whoever he was with. Tyrion passed within fifty metres of her and her heart started pounding. This could be her chance, her only chance, to speak with him, to tell him that she – she didn't know what she would tell him. She would babble about his life; of course he would already know that. She would tell him how much she admired him – he wouldn't turn a head to her. She would offer her whole life to him, but he might refuse her. Fareen choked on her own words, the dust and debris clouding her vision until she had no choice but to stumble away from the scene and run into the labyrinth that the majority of Meereen called their home.

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Jaime Lannister was mostly what the many books talked about. His achievements as the 'Kingslayer', his devilish good-looks and his disgusting relationship with his sister, Cersei. Fareen was less fond of reading about those two; the twins had no place in her heart – only that they had preceded Tyrion. She had no other thoughts of them. The days she spent pouring over books in the library had come at a cost to her. Women, especially slave women, were forbidden from the libraries of Meereen, so she had disguised as a boy, binding her chest and filling her mouth with stale bread to distort her voice. The clothes she wore had been stolen; she had no money and hardly any possessions of her own. This alone had come at a cost. Her skills as a pickpocket only just aided her in incapacitating enough people to steal from. All the rest of the skills she learnt as she worked. More often than not, a curious assistant – often a young boy of one of the Masters – would become suspicious of her quiet and focussed nature in the library late at night and call forth his master. She would run, ripping out a page or two from whatever she had on the desk in front of her. Sometimes she was too slow, either caught up in reading or trapped by the unfamiliar garments. The Masters would punish her, easily destroying her disguise. Many had raped her and cut her. She still wore scars from years of assault even before her research on Tyrion; her whole body was covered. A few times, she had conceived a child from these attacks, and each time she would bath in hot water, fused with vinegar to flush away the child. The pain haunted her every night. That night she sat in the street; she had no home or family to go back to. The moon was high in the sky, shining through the veil of smoke that covered the bay. The Bay of Dragons it had been named now; the slaves were no more. For the first time in her life, Fareen felt as though it would last. Queen Daenerys had an army big enough to sail to Westeros, even more so with the strange people who had travelled from Pyke. A little island off Westeros currently having its own crises. The more she read and learnt about Tyrion and Westeros, the more she wanted to go with them. But how could she; she was only a girl and had nothing to offer the Queen except her extensive knowledge of Tyrion which the Queen did not even require any more. Tyrion had earned the Queen's trust and so his history was nothing more than a story to Meereen. The tears ran silently down her cheeks, but Fareen didn't sob. She knew that she would get on those ships, and she knew that she would sail to Westeros.

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Mornings in Meereen were the prettiest time of day. The dawn drew pink across the sky, illuminating the painted sails of Daenerys's ships, the dragons breathing fire as bright as the sun itself. Fareen tripped over her long skirts in anticipation; it had been a long time since she had worn such outfits and it felt strange but not unpleasant. The light blue of her skirts reflected in her crystal eyes, unusual for a person of her olive skin tone. Her long dark hair fell down her shoulders in loose waves, woven with beads and feathers and for the first time in her life she felt like a free woman. Her breathing became faster and faster as she drew towards the mother of the ships, its great bow carved intricately like a golden dragon. The real dragons sat not far off, watching the Dothraki horses being loaded onto their wooden counterparts. Fareen smiled; they really were beautiful creatures and she made a mental note to mention it to the Queen as soon as she had her attention. A flash of silver hair made Fareen stop breathing entirely and her feet stopped moving. Horses brushed against her in the midst of the loading and loose ropes tugged at the hem of her dress. Fareen composed herself and stepped forwards. The Queen's guards stopped her as she approached.

"What business have you with the Mother of Dragons?" they demanded, pressing their spears against her breast. Fareen remained calm, despite the feeling of the cold metal against her chest.

"I wish to accompany the Queen of Westeros on her journey," she said, raising her voice so that Daenerys, who was standing a few metres off, could hear her. "I much admire her courage and fully support her claim to the Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms. I would also like to compliment the Mother of Dragons on her beautiful children; they are truly exquisite,"

Fareen watched as Daenerys stepped closer towards her, obviously humoured by her small speech.

"They are truly beauty among rocks," she said, her violet eyes locked onto Fareen's. "What can a young girl like yourself offer me on my voyage?"

Fareen swallowed. "My skills as a researcher. I read a lot, my queen, and I would gladly put my skills in your hands, to have you command me as an advisor,"

"Do you know how many times some whore or drunk has approached the Mother of Dragons this morning, little wretch?" the guards closest to her spat in her face. "We have no room for books or sluts,"

"Silence," Daenerys commanded, a storm brewing in her eyes. "Yes, we have no room for books on our ships, but we have room for an honest working girl who honours her queen. Come here, my child,"

Fareen walked towards the queen, feeling the tips of the spears scratching at her skin, but this feeling was quickly replaced by the warm touch of Daenerys' hands on either of her shoulders, smoothing over her scars.

"You may come aboard the ship and you are hereby placed under my protection. No one will harm you whilst we travel," the queen smiled at her gently. "And when we reach the West, you shall work as my advisor, based on history and whatever else you may read in your research,"

Fareen smiled back, about to thank Daenerys before a voice cut in.

"Splendid, my queen, but perhaps we should test the girl, she is from Meereen after all. The girl may not have a single idea about the history of Westeros," the Spider spoke up, standing by the queen's side.

"And what test would you pose to the girl?" Daenerys queried, her head tilting to the side.

"Perhaps a question about myself," another voice sounded, considerably closer to the ground. "I am, of course, native to Westeros and perhaps the best test subject to start with. Tell me, my dear, do you know who I am?"

Fareen slowly turned, looking down slightly to where she knew he would be standing, his arms hanging loosely by his side, a slightly amused look on his face and the scar running across his entire face.

"Yes, my lord," her voice cracking slightly. "You are Tyrion, of house Lannister,"

Thanks so much for making it all the way down here! I hope you enjoyed it and would like to see more of Fareen. Please leave a comment about what you liked, would like to see or didn't like and I'll hopefully see you for Chapter 2!

Lots of unicorns xxx