A throne of silver, a crown of bronze

by GwenynGwanunig

Rhaenyra, Danaerys's older sister has come to help her sister conquer Westeros. Ireyne left the North to start anew and finds herself amidst the Targaryen's. The three are now at the head of a new breeze spilling across Westeros. However, they are to learn that their journey will be a harsh and long one.

4. Chapter 4

With a huff Ireyne pulled back her hair, picking up the broom and sweeping the dust and sand from the stone.

It was a menial task but it kept Ireyne's from questions she did not wish to ask.

The soft falls of footsteps made her fall out of her reverie.

" You're new here, are you?" The man, who she recognized as one of the leader's of the houses of Meereen, stepped forward, face smiling but something in his eyes she did not like.

He stepped forward robes billowing and reached a hand out to her. " Ser!" A voice baked and then appeared a young woman, hair as silver white as er sister and eyes as purple as the flowers outside." The leader in question crumpled back under the scrutiny of the young woman and cleared his throat.

" The queen will see you now" She spoke, face blank .

the man nodded and then went on is way, nearly running out of the the way. Ireyne huffed, long brown hair falling around her face as her heart baterred against her chest.

"are you okay?" The young woman asked. Ireyne nodded " I am your grace." -" Pssh, you can Danaerys your grace, you might call me just Rhaenyra. You're new here, aren't you?" Her eyes searched the young woman's face.

" you are very beautiful, have they ever told you that?" Ireyne blushed.

" yes, my lady. My name is Ireyne." *Rhaneyra grinned. " Welcome then, Ireyne, to Meereen."

The two young women shook hands and then Rhaenyra helped her up. " Come on, let's go."