So Oerion looks like Brock O'hurn for a reference and Lydia looks like Marie Avgeropoulos from the 100. So basically Octavia Blake, her character but with silver eyes and black hair for both. They're really really hot.

Our plans changed out of nowhere. Daenerys was always one for making an entrance. I should have known better. Seeing as Cersei is her competition, she decided that a display of power is necessary. She wouldn't have it any other way.

I ducked my head down as I flew through the air. Daenerys and my sister flew beside me on Drogon looking thoroughly calm. While I halfway panicked over being so high up. Being a Dovahkiin doesn't mean you just adjust to flying on a dragon immediately.

Daenerys and Lydia had remembered to bring the armor I wore when I first came to Mereen. I was ecstatic because Lydia had configured it into the way hers is now. It has Dark Brotherhood aspects. Like the black hood and mask attached. I'm more grateful now because they keep the wind from my eyes.

She also made us helmets that looked like dragon heads. We left them on the boat because we would probably have to do some talking. The armor is black and scaled like a dragon. The breast plate has our sigil embossed in silver. The colors of our house. The shoulders are adorned with the dragonlike horns. Soulsnare resides on my back and Lydia's axe, Dragonsclaw, lies upon hers.

We would be making an entrance for sure.

As we made our way toward Kings Landing, I grinned behind my mask. Lydia and I had been here once before. The common folk sang our song as we walked through the streets. They had cheered and announced the return of magic to the world. It surprised me that even the south knew of our lore.

"Do you want to go to the brothel? I heard Kings Landing has the best whores in Westeros," Lydia said, grinning like mad. Her black hair swayed behind her as we strolled.

I shook my head and grinned.

"Is that even a question? Where else would we go?"

Lydia laughed like mad and then stopped suddenly. I frowned at her as she stared up into the sky. "What's wrong?"

She pointed and I followed her finger. There, in the bright blue sky, a red comet streaked leaving a trail of blood. My veins suddenly felt like they were on fire. Lydia looked like she felt the same. I gasped as her eyes turned black as coal.

"Seven hells," a woman's voice gasped from beside us. I turned toward it and there she stood. An old woman clutching her chest in complete shock.

"The dragonborns," she called. I shook my head at visciously but she continued to call out in the streets. "The age of oppression has come! The dragons' return is near!"

Lydia and I were suddenly surrounded with people. Their chattering startled us as we didn't understand what they meant. What our father and mother told us was surely tall tales. There is no way that we could both be dovahzul.

"Our hero, our hero claims a warriors heart," they sang in the streets. Lydia and I balked at the song. Mother had sang the song to us many a night. "I tell you, I tell you the dragonborn comes."

She used to tell us that we exited her womb screaming like mad. She said we arrived during an odd blizzard, considering it was a long summer. She sing the song to get us to sleep almost every night. And we'd been Oerion and Lydia Dragonborn since.

We walked swiftly away from Fleabottom. More joined in as they followed us. The crowd followed us until we managed to disappear into the shadows. As we climbed atop the buildings, the people sang and danced in the streets.

"With a voice wielding power of an ancient nord art," they cheered. We looked at each other with wide eyes. Maybe this could be real. We both felt a growing feeling in us. Maybe we could be the ones.

As we circled the dragon pit, I saw everyone gathering around to look up at us. I grinned and stroked Rhaegals neck as Daenerys landed first. He swooped down and landed gently beside his brother.

"Show them your power," I whisper in dragontongue. Rhaegal growls with fury and Drogon does the same. Looking over, I see Lydia smirking at me. Daenerys just rolls her eyes at us.

Rhaegal kneeled as I jumped off his back. I stroked his large head and listened to him purr while my queens crawled off of Drogon. The dragons took off into the air sending dust everywhere. Thank Sithis I have my mask on.

I strolled over to Lydia's side and we walked towards the group. I caught Cersei's eye and she was looking at us like we were the wights. Her face was neutral but her eyes held unbridled fear. No doubt she knew something.

I notice the Mountain standing beside her and my eyes widen a little behind my hood. I may be tall, about 6'2, but this man is at least seven feet. Fighting him would make me the happiest man alive. A fight that people would sing about for centuries.

Daenerys and Lydia sat down in their chairs and I sat in one beside my sister. An awkward silence sweeps over the the lot of us. I make eye contact with Brienne of Tarth. I squint at her in confusion. She is supposed to be in the north. Brienne shrugs lightly and turns away.

"We've been here for some time," Cersei said, staring at Daenerys. I bite my lip to keep from chuckling at her annoyed expressed. Her jealousy is laughable.

"My apologies," Daenerys said, obviously not sorry at all. Lydia chuckles under her breath and I struggle not to do the same. We have business to attend to.

"Who are your guests? I can't say I've had the pleasure of meeting them," Cersei said, glaring at my sister and I. Lydia nudges me with an indignant expression and I roll my eyes.

Daenerys looks at us, silently asking if we want to reveal ourselves. I nod at her and turn to Cersei. Removing my hood and mask. She looks at me with raised eyebrows and clasps her hands together. I wonder what she's thinking.

"I am Oerion Dragonborn of House Skuldafn. This is my sister Lydia Dragonborn of House Skuldafn," I said, trying to keep my smirk in control. The other side looked at me like I had three heads and Lydia laughed again. "We are allied with Daenerys of House Targaryen. Now that we have introduced ourselves, may we get to business?"

Cersei sneered at me. "I doubt you are who you say you are. I will not have liars in my presence."

Jaime Lannister turned to his sister and shook his head. I had noticed him looking at Lydia with a haunted expression. She must have really ruined them if he is afraid of her. Wait until he sees us both in action.

"I fought his sister in the field. She really is a...Dragonborn. No doubt he is too," he said, glancing at my sister apprehensively. Lydia grinned visciously at him and Daenerys glared at her mate. "She did almost as much damage as the dragon..."

Cersei shot him a glare and he shut up. He's obviously more whipped than my sister...and that's saying something. I can't imagine having sex with my own twin...I mean we've shared partners but we never touched each other besides cuddling. We're basically the same person. Disgust rolls in my stomach.

"Shall we move on to the reason why we're here," I said with authority. I blanched a bit. I sound like my father a bit too much. He was always no nonsense.

Cersei sneered but acquiesced. Tyrion got up and began to do his little speech. They went back and forth until The Hound brought the wight in. At first, I thought the thing had died. It didn't growl or jump out of the cage until The Hound kicked it over.

The wight charged full force toward Cersei of all people before The Hound pulled it back. I sat through the whole ordeal completely transfixed. Cersei looked like she just saw a ghost. I am quite satisfied with that for a moment because she pledges to help us.

That is until Jon Snow fucks it up for all of us with his honor. Lydia and I scoff quietly when Cersei recants her truce. She leaves haughtily and I just sigh. The bitch can die if she wants to. All I know is that me and mine will survive this somehow. We will fight until the death with or without her armies.

Finally, Tyrion leaves to persuade her. I don't know how I feel about that. He was always kind to me and if he dies I am not standing by. My sister and I alone could decimate her army for sure. With our Thu'um and our fighting skills they would drop like flies.

I look up as Jon Snow strolls toward me. I hadn't really talked to him much besides when we fought the wights. From the look on his face it seems like we're about to talk about something completely off topic. The first thing that comes to mind is Arya.

"My lord," Jon says, kindly. I cringe internally at the title. I don't have a hold at the moment and the title reminds me of that. He sits in Lydia's empty seat and sighs. "You and my sister..."

He trails off uncomfortably and I can't help but laugh aloud. He must think that we've done more than just talking. I must assure him that I quite the gentlemen aside from being a killer.

"Arya and I are merely friends for the time being. What I want with Arya is not about sex," I explain quietly. My eyes follow Daenerys and Lydia as they walk around the pit talking. They look serene despite the situation.

"How is she," he asks, watching them as well. I sigh and clasp my hands together. What should I tell him? That his sister is a an assassin? I can't do that without consent.

"She is doing well. She's been through a lot like we all have but she's healthy and she's home."

Jon smiled a bit and nods slowly. I can see that he loves his sister a lot. That he misses her more than he lets on. I hope he doesn't see me as a threat to her. I can't even fathom hurting her.

"Do you love my sister?" Jon looks me in the eyes now. I hold his gaze easily. I have nothing to hide. He is searching for deception of any kind. No doubt he would kill me if I ever betrayed her.

"Yes, I've only known her for a short time, but I love her very much," I said, completely confident. I'm almost surprised by how easily I admit it. Jon seems even more surprised before looking away.

He sighs and stands as Tyrion appears in the distance. "If you harm Arya in any way I will kill you. I don't know how but I will."

I nod and stand as well. He is shorter than me by a lot but I he isn't perturbed. Jon Snow means every word of his threat no doubt. I don't plan on making him have to go through with it.

"I would not fight it."

Jon nods and gives me one more searching look before walking away. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and follow him. I catch Lydia's eye only to see her snickering. I shake my head at her and continue on.

Bitch.

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Cersei pledged her troops to our cause with little effort in the end. Of course, being a skeptic, I didn't believe a word of it. Lydia didn't either and told Daenerys as much. So we carry on to the north as though we've gained nothing just in case the mad queen is cheating us.

I lie back in my bed on the boat completely anxious. We've set sail to White Harbor in order to make it to Winterfell. The hours that I have to wait are taunting me. I just keep going over my reunion with Arya in my mind. I have it all planned out but no doubt I'll forget all about it when I see her.

I received a short letter from her. It only makes the apprehension worse for me. She'd finally gotten rid of Little Finger. That pest had tried to turn Sansa against her only to be ended. I felt pride in Arya when I read that. I've chosen wisely.

A strong woman that can kill and fight just as well as myself or even better. A wild wolf as loyal as they come. I only hope that I am good enough for her. That she's sees something in me that she wants to keep for herself. My years of whoring have surely come to a complete end if she does.

I welcome it with open arms. Sometime you just know.