The Braavosi Butcher
Jon Targaryen
King's Landing...
Jon sighed as he sat down at the head of the small council table, the rest of its members followed suit, to his left sat Brynden Tully and to his right sat his mother Lyanna Stark, since Daegar died his mother had not been well and it showed, her face was sickly pale with bloodshot eyes and black bags under them, she was also much thinner than she once was.
Further down the table sat Grand Maester Edwyn, the man who delivered him as a baby and Lord Lyos Goyer the former steward of Dragonstone, after Jon captured him when he took his ancestral home the aging man proved that he was brilliant with numbers and calculations so Jon made his the master of coin.
The final three members were Ser Raymond Vikary who was acting as lord commander while Ser Barristan was gone, Varys the spider who continued his service as master of whispers and Olenna Tyrell, with the death of her son, grandson, and granddaughter she was now the last member of House Tyrell and she was only a member by marriage.
"Where are we on the Iron Islands?" Jon asks as he turns to Varys.
The eunuch leaned forward in his chair "I have a hundred little birds on Pyke alone" he says "However they haven't sung any songs about the Kraken"
"Spare me the metaphors Lord Varys," Jon says rubbing his head "Just say what you have too"
Varys sighs "Euron Greyjoy has not been seen since he left the North, much of his fleet is gone as well, it seems they just vanished into thin air"
"I thought you were the greatest spymaster in the world" Jon snaps "But you can't find an entire fleet!"
"I will keep looking your grace," Varys says.
"Do so!" Jon snaps before taking a deep breath to calm down, "What else?"
The Blackfish leans forward "We also need to talk about making marriage alliances"
Jon nods "I've already thought about it," he says "My aunt Daenerys is long overdue to get married and I that my cousin Robb would be a suitable match"
Brynden sighs "Your grace, Robb has lost his mother, father, and brothers," he says "And now he's ruling the largest of the seven kingdoms, he is not in a good place right now"
"I understand that" Job replies "But right now I need to make sure that the seven kingdoms are secure and marriage is the best way to do that"
Jon takes a deep breath before continuing "I also have arranged for my uncle Viserys to be given a place at Casterly Rock"
"Why?" Lord Goyer asks "It's not like he's anything of concern"
"That is where you are wrong my lord" Jon answers "See right now Viserys is my heir, if I died right now you would be serving him, would you like that?"
No one answers so Jon continues "Very well then, my uncle will go to Casterly Rock and he will learn what it is to be a king"
"While we're on the subject we should talk about your other heir" Lord Goyer states.
Jon looks at him in confusion "My other heir?" he asks.
Olenna Tyrell sighs in frustration "He means that wicked little tart otherwise known as your sister"
Jon narrows his eyes at the elderly woman "Naerys has not been seen since she left Dragonstone, for all we know she's dead"
And amused look appears on Olenna's face as she turns to Varys who sighs loudly "Your grace I may not have found Euron Greyjoy but I believe I have found Naerys Targaryen"
Before Jon can answer, Lyanna jumps forward in her chair "Where is she?" she demands.
"The stepstones" Varys answers "Torturer's deep to be exact"
"Why would she be there?" the Blackfish asks.
"It seems she has found refuge with one of the pirate lords"
"If that's what you could call it," Grand Maester Edwyn says "The Pirate lords aren't exactly known for their hospitality"
"She has the entire Velaryon fleet at her command" Lord Goyer "that's two-thousand men at least"
"Which is exactly why we should be discussing how we're going to take care of her" Lady Olenna says
Jon notices his mother shaking in anger beside him, he takes a deep breath before speaking, "Give lady Olenna and I the room" he commands.
As the other members pile out Lyanna turns back to her son, but he gives her a reassuring nod and she leaves, he then turns to Olenna "I put you on this council as a courtesy" he says "Because your family suffered greatly because of mine"
Olenna scoffs "That's putting it mildly," she says "My son was murdered by the Blackfyre king, and my grandson died in battle against that same king, very well that's war and the people responsible have been dealt with, but what I cannot forgive is what happens to my granddaughter"
The old woman leans in close to Jon "Do you know what happened to Margaery your grace?" she demands.
"I've heard rumors" Jon answers.
"Your precious sister couldn't stand the fact your brother was shoving his prick inside someone who wasn't her, so she shoved my granddaughter down a flight of stairs until her head caved in"
Olenna pauses to take a deep breath "I met your brother once" she says "he was no fool but he couldn't have ruled the seven kingdoms on his own, if he won the war then Naerys Targaryen would be the true ruler of Westeros, who do you think started the rumor about your birth in the first place"
Jon scoffs "Oberyn Martell obviously," he says.
"True" Olenna agrees "But he had little influence outside Dorne, It was Naerys who spread it, she even had your own brother believing it, and it still affects you to this day"
She makes a gesture to Blackfyre which sits in the corner of the room "you take that sword everywhere you go" she says "Because it's the blade of the Targaryen kings and you want to make sure everyone knows that you are one of them"
"Is there a point to this Lady Olenna!" Jon snaps, finally losing his temper.
Olenna smirks "Just a small bit of advice from an old woman," she says "Find that sister of yours and drive that fancy sword through her heart, you'll regret it if you don't" and with that she sips down the last of her wine and walks away, leaving Jon with his thoughts.
Lyanna Stark
A Day later….
Lyanna marched furiously through the Red keep, Ser Lyn and Ser Harlan flanked her sides, she bursts into the Master of whisperers office, Varys the spider jumps from his seat, shocked and confused "Your grace, this is a surprise"
"What is this?" Lyanna demands holding an open letter under the spider's nose.
Varys stares at her in confusion "I believe it is a letter" he says, Ser Lyn steps forward and partly draws is Valyrian steel sword Lady Forlorn from its scabbard, which encourages Varys to read the letter.
"Beware wolf queen" Varys reads "Beware the red lion, for you are in its sights, signed The Dark Sister"
"Is that one of your little birds?" Lyanna snarls "Did you tell them to put this on my bed?"
Varys shakes his head "Your grace I had nothing to do with this"
Lyanna nods to Ser Harlan who steps behind Varys "Perhaps we should speak to my son about this"
Minutes later….
Lyanna travels with the Kingsguard and Varys to the office of the hand, as they open the door they see that Jon and the Blackfish deep in conversation "What's wrong?" Jon asks his mother.
Lyanna hands her son the letter "I found this under my pillow" she says "I think you'll find it of interest"
Jon and the Blackfish read the letter, they glance at each other before Jon turns to Varys "Was this you?" he asks.
Varys shakes his head "No" he answers "But I believe I know who did"
"Who" The Blackfish demands.
"The Dark Sister is a spymaster from Esoss" Varys explains "My birds have crossed with hers many times in past, yet no one seems to know who she is"
"Is she dangerous?" Jon asks.
"Very" Varys replies "Possibly even more than me"
The Blackfish groans "First the water dancer, then the children of the stranger and now this" he complains "I've had more than enough of the mysterious people of Essos
"This letter was a warning," Lyanna says "Perhaps" The Dark Sister could be an ally"
"Or maybe it's someone trying to scare us" Jon mutters "Either way you need to be more careful," he says to Lyanna.
He turns to the Kingsguard "Ser Lyn, you will stay with my mother from now on" he says "Never let her out of your sight, if you even see someone stare at her drag them to the black cells"
Ser Lyn bows "I will protect her with my life, your grace"
Jon turns to Ser Harlan, "I need you down in the city" he says "Take as many goldcloaks as you see fit, and find someone with knowledge of the Dark Sister or the Red Lion"
Ser Harlan simply nods, Jon turns to his mother and takes her hand "Be careful" he says concern highlighting his face
Illyria Of Bravos
Feastfires, The Westerlands….
Illyria grunted as she dismounted her horse, three-dozen of her men-at-arms follow close behind her, she stared up at the slightly ruined keep of House Prester, almost immediately a small group of men rode out the gates, leading them was a short bald man with a brown beard.
"Welcome to Feastfires," Lord Prester says with a small bow "You must be the lady Illyria"
Illyria smirks at the man "I'm no lady my lord" she says "Just a soldier here on a job"
Lord Prester nods nervously "Well please come, my home is yours"
Illyria nods and follows the man into the castle.
Minutes later….
Illyria turns to Lord Prester as they enter the great hall "Since you know my name I assume you know what it is I do" she says.
Lord Prester nods "Yes," he says Quietly"
Illyria grins "What do you know?"
The man sighs "The king has put you in charge of rounding up the remaining Lannisters"
Illyria nods "I've had this job for a year, and in that time I've hunted down thirty-three members, but just because I am good at it that doesn't mean I like doing it, so I rely on the Lords of the Westerlands to help make my job easier"
Before she continues " a young lady comes in, she looks around nineteen, with light-brown hair and dark brown eyes, Lord Prester seems alarmed by her but quickly covers it up "My lady, this is my daughter, Jayne"
Illyria smiles at the girl "Pleased to meet you lady Jayne" she says
The girl smiles nervously "and you my lady"
"I have very important business with this woman my dear," Lord Prester says "Please leave us be"
"Actually" Illyria protests "I may have questions for your daughter as well my lord, I would like her to stay"
Lord Prester nods "Of course"
"Before we continue," Illyria says "I must ask, are you aware of the name the lords of Westeros have given me?"
"Yes I am"
"What do they call me?" Illyria asks.
Lord Prester fidgets nervously "The Braavosi Butcher"
"Yes," Illyria says "They hate me, not that I blame them, after all, I am a foreigner with no ties to this land and yet I have spent the last year hunting down nobles of a once great family, it would not surprise me if certain lords were hiding the Lannisters from me"
Illyrian takes a step towards the lord "In a few moments my men are going to search the keep for any hiding Lannisters, so if you have anything to tell me that will make that search unnecessary now is the time"
Lord Prester opens his mouth to speak but no words come out, Illyria frowns deeply at him "You are hiding enemies of the crown are you not?"
The short man stares at the bravosi "Of course not" he says.
Illyria smiles sadly at him before turning to his daughter "My lady would you like to correct your father's mistake?"
The begins to shake as tears form in her eyes "They are here!" she blurts out "They're hiding in the cellar"
Lord Prester stumbles to reach his sword but Illyria is quicker and draws her dagger before slicing it along the man's throat, the man's blood squirts onto Illyria's scarred face before falling to the ground.
The Prester household guards draw their weapons but before they can do anything, Two of Illyria's men subdue lady Jayne.
Illyria turns to her lieutenant Ser Osmund Kettleblack "Find the Lannister's, bring them to me"
The tall man nods and marches off with a dozen of Illyria's men, less than five minutes later they come back with five golden haired figures three of them were full grown men, two of men just young children.
"Vylarr!" Illyria calls, she watches as the former captain of Lannister household guard steps forward "what can you tell me about these five?
Vylarr looks over the five men "Those three are Reginald, Devan and Lancel Lannister" he says before turning to the children "The lad is Willem Lannister and the girl is Joy hill, Gerion Lannister's bastard.
"Thank you," Illyria says as she thinks the matter over "Bring the children with us, hang the rest"
At Illyria's command, the three Lannister men are dragged away, with Reginald screaming foul curses at Illyria, Illyria then turns to lady Jayne and smiles "It appears you are the Lady of Feastfires now, I trust you will be more loyal than your father"
"YOU BITCH HOW COULD YOU?" Jayne screams "You're a monster braavosi! you've earned your name!"
Illyria's smirk falters "Yes" she mutters "I have" and with that she leaves Feastfires, hoping never to return.