Grey Worm handed Tyrion a letter without saying anything as he walked away from him. Tyrion raised an eyebrow at the solder's back as he unravel the letter with careful fingers.

Queen Daenerys Targaryen and her allies,

I hope this letter finds you well as you have retaken your family's ancestral seat of Dragonstone. The Lords of the North and the Vale have gathered together and agreed that House Stark and House Arryn will be your allies but the Northerners have a monarch. Both the North and the Vale hate the Lannisters as much as you. There is a greater war after you reclaim the Iron Throne. One that might end with no survivors. Westeros needs to be safe from Cersei Lannister and the White Walkers.

King Jon Snow of Winterfell

King in the North

Friend to the Free Folk

"Well," Tyrion mused. "This is interesting."

"What is interesting?" Missandei tilted her head at Tyrion.

"A letter from a bastard." Tyrion hummed. It has been seven years since Tyrion last saw Ned Stark's bastard. Tyrion walked to the Chamber of the Painted Table where Daenerys was looking at the table that Aegon the Conqueror built before his reign of Westeros began. "Daenerys, here's a letter."

Daenerys took the letter from him as her eyebrow raised higher, "Who is Jon Snow?"

"He is the bastard of Winterfell. The last time I saw him was at Castle Black. He was going to take the oath." Tyrion supplied. "After the Red Wedding, the Boltons held Winterfell and the North but it seems like Jon Snow had retaken his home back from the Bolton."

"I thought House Stark was extinct." Daenerys frowned.

"Close to. The Starks I know are alive is Jon Snow and Sansa Stark. Ned, Catelyn, Robb, Arya, Rickon and Brandon are dead but I believed the younger three at least survived in some way." Tyrion sipped Dornish red wine. "The Starks are hard to kill just like the Targaryens. Jon Snow is said to have a daughter."

"White Walkers?"

The Chamber of the Painted Table chilled causing Tyrion to shiver, "They are a creatures of Beyond the Wall. During the Long Night, a period when a terrible darkness fell across the Known World. It occurred during the Age of Heroes approximately eight thousand years before Aegon's Conquest, in the midst of a great winter that lasted for years. The Long Night lasted a generation and laid waste through famine and terror. In the midst of this darkness a race of apparent demons, called the White Walkers, emerged from the uttermost north of Westeros, the polar regions of the Lands of Always Winter. They wielded razor-thin swords of ice and raised wights to fight the living. The children of the forest and their allies, the First Men, fought valiantly against them, but were driven southwards by their advance. Bran the Builder supposedly raised the Wall, an imposing structure of solid ice and magic, stretching one hundred leagues from the Gorge in the west to the Shivering Sea in the east, cutting off the Lands of Always Winter from the remainder of Westeros. The Night's Watch guarded the Wall and protected the people from threats beyond the Wall. Or at least that's what the stories say."

"What can kill these White Walkers?" Tyrion was amazed to see that Daenerys was not fazed by the chill.

"Dragonglass, fire and I believe Valyrian Steel." Varys stated.

Daenerys's eyes trailed to the North as she thought, "I have decided. We will be allies through marriage."

"Between?" Tyrion felt confused as Daenerys sighed.

"I didn't tell you but Daario had impregnated me prior to you arriving to Meereen. A beautiful boy who I named Aeryn Targaryen. Send this offer to the Starks." Daenerys folded her arms over her chest.

"Daenerys," Varys said. "I do believe that the Starks would want to meet you in person and Jon's young child is on board. My birds in the North sang this song to me."

"When did you hear of this?" Tyrion asked Varys.

"Just a day ago."

"When will they arrive?" Daenerys asked.

"About 3 days time."

"Prepare their rooms for them." Daenerys stated as she walked out of the chamber. Missandei following her.

"The wolves and the dragons have allied themselves." Tyrion frowned. "Let's hope it ends well."

"Yes…" Varys nodded