Meeren

Battle for Meeren had ended rather suddenly once Queen Danaerys had returned on the back of the great black colossus that had become Drogon, burning the majority of the Volanteene fleet as well as the forces of Yunkai and Astapor to cinders, leaving her the undisputed leader and winner.

Ser Barristan Selmy, Lord Commander of her grace's Queensguard had stood steadfast and silent behind her as she had passed judgement on her husband Hizdhar Loraq having him executed for plotting her death, he had also stood in silence as he watched her pass judgement on the Green Grace who Loraq and the Brazen Beasts had confirmed as being the Harpy, seeing the Green Grace die by dragon's fire was a terrifying site even if it was justified.

Next Ser Barristan had stood and watched as his queen had welcomed Daario Naharis back into the fold, with nothing more than a sweet smile, Ser Barristan felt proud of Danaerys at that moment, for it seemed that she had truly put behind some of the more childish dreams she had held before her flight. Danaerys had also welcomed Tyrion Lannister into her group of advisors, speaking with him about the current political climate within Westeros, the Imp had deigned to agree with Danaerys that now was the perfect time to launch an attack on the Kingdoms what with them being so bitterly divided.

Ser Barristan had also seen a more forgiving side to his queen as she had beheld a rather battered and bruised Jorah Mormont and had found it within her heart to forgive him and allow him back into her service, on the condition that should he ever betray her again he would become Drogon's next meal.

After the day's council business was done Ser Barristan had plucked up the courage to ask Danaerys about her sudden change of heart and desire to go to Westeros.

Her reply had completely caught him off guard.

"I wish to return because my nephew needs me."

"Nephew your grace?"

"Yes my nephew, Prince Aegon will need my help if he is to reclaim what was stolen from us."

Barristan was shocked, Prince Aegon had been killed all those years ago his head had been a barely recognisable shape when presented to Robert Baratheon.

"Your Grace, how do you know this? Prince Aegon has been dead for the past 17 years, how is it possible that he somehow survived?"

To this his queen had simply looked at him and said "I know not how he survived, but I know he does, and until we are together sitting on the Iron Throne I will not rest."

The tone with which Danaerys had said that final statement brooked no argument, Ser Barristan only hoped her faith was not misplaced.

"Of course your grace. When would you like for us to depart?"

"On the morn, prepare the men and the ships, we are going home."

Of course your grace."

After that Ser Barristan had left his queen's chambers and had made his way to speak to Ser Jorah to tell him about the plans for tomorrow. As he walked to find Ser Jorah he could not help but think of Aegon's Conquest three hundred years ago, the Targaryens were returning to Westeros and bringing with them their house words... Fire and Blood.