1 year and 6 months after the death of Lord Eddard Stark
Braavos, Cat of the Canals
A blind girl may not see but she could hear. And she heard everything. Some of the merchants spoke simply of their supplies and their prices, how high could hey raise them before their customers would leave to find another way to pick up their dirty habits? She had took school her face as two past her speaking of a whore they had bedded. More past her speaking of prices and exports and her boredom was no longer a pretense. She had come to the docks hoping to find out anything of home but none of the ships had come from Westeros. She slipped into the mind of one of the dock cats and surveyed the ships. Just as she'd thought all had come from the free cities. Just as she was about to leave the cat's mind a shipmate and a dockworker were conversing about dragons. The cat moved closer.
"I saw them lead her into the city. Daenerys Targaryen, they're calling her the Mother of Dragons." The shipmate said.
"And did you see these dragons of hers?" The dockworker asked.
"No."
She smiled and released the cat. They may not have believed but she had seen direwolves come south of the wall. She knew they were real. With that she rushed away from the dock, unseen by every merchant. She had places to be and a raining master o defeat. She smiled more sinisterly than before. They were the blind ones. She would have her revenge and so would Daenerys Targaryen. Winter would come with fire and blood.
Qarth, Mother of Dragons
She paced the room. She had left the party early. Her hosts, the Thirteen, may have thought themselves clever as they toyed with her and danced around giving her what she wanted but she saw through it. She was their prisoner clad in golden chains. They knew that without their help she would have no money to leave the city and so they waited. Waited until she would dance to heir tune and play the part as their puppet. She growled. She would not be their puppet or their slave. She was the rightful queen of Westeros, born of the blood of the dragon, what right had they to try and control her? She went to the cages that held her three small dragons. As long as she had them she was no one's puppet.
"Sed tantum filii. Simul sumam quod perierat furati sunt ex nobis. Promitto." She whispered. "In igne, et sanguine."
My only we will take back what was lost, what they stole from us. I promise. With fire and blood.
A/N: Yes, that is latin. As I am not fluent in High or low Valyrian I'm going to us Latin to replace it. Other languages will be replace with real languages later on.
