It's almost time. Time for the Bloodwolf to meet the Bladewolf after so many years,one being in hell, the other ruling alongside his wife. It may not be this chapter, but it will be the next.
Dragonstone
They had been on Dragonstone for two months now, nothing much had happened. Right now, George was sitting in the council room with Tyrion, Varys, and Daenerys. Grey Worm and Missandei were off at the sides while George played with a dragon war piece.
"On a night like this you came into the world." Tyrion remarked to Daenerys as he watched the raging storm outside.
"I remember that storm." Varys stated. "All the dogs in King's Landing howled through the night.
Daenerys, who had been watching the storm, said. "I wish I could remember it." She turned back to look around her council. "I always thought this would be a homecoming. Doesn't feel like home. Daenerys sounded disappointed.
"We won't be staying on Dragonstone for long, Dany." George said with a smile at her. "Once our allies arrive, we shall devise a plan of attack and then go to King's Landing."
"Good." Daenerys smiled at her husband before looking upon the table. "There aren't so many lions."
"Cersei controls fewer than half the Seven Kingdoms." Varys explained to the married rulers. "The Lords of Westeros despised her even before your arrival. They plotted against her. Now..." George frowned as he remembered Illyrio telling Viserys something similar when Daenerys was getting married to Khal Drogo.
"They cry out for their true Queen?" Daenerys asked mockingly, remembering it as well, as she walked around the table towards Varys. "They're doing secret toasts to my health? People used to tell my brother that sort if thing and he was stupid enough to believe them." Daenerys looked at the former spymaster of King's Landing with hard eyes. Everyone else in the room looked a little uncomfortable as Daenerys picked up a dragon war piece from the table. "If Viserys had six dragons and an army at his back he'd have invaded King's Landing already."
Tyrion stepped forward to add his two cents. "Conquering Westeros would be easy for you and George. But your not here to be King and Queen of the ashes."
"No." Daenerys said, placing the piece back on the table.
"We can take the Seven Kingdoms without turning it into a slaughterhouse." Tyrion said. "If the great houses support your claim against Cersei the game is won." George chuckled at that, causing everyone to look at him in surprise.
"Sorry, but the gods themselves wouldn't proclaim either Daenerys and me as Queen and King of the Seven Kingdoms, and Cersei would not relinquish the Iron Throne." George shook his head. "Everyone knows we have dragons, but they don't know what they can do. They don't fear them like they should."
"We don't want the people afraid of us." Tyrion shot back. "If they fear us they will flock to Cersei. I thought we wanted to avoid that."
"Didn't your sister blow up the sept of Baelor with wildfire?" George shot back himself. "People are flocking to her because they fear she'll use wildfire on them, like the Mad King. They all have a choice, join us and be burned with wildfire by Cersei or not mo n us and not be burned. If I was them I'd choose the second option, everyone who's lived or heard of Aerys Targaryen's reign would know how deadly wildfire is. If we show them what DRAGON fire can do, they'll come to us, begging to serve us. Our wrath is what heeds to be feared more than Cersei's, a dragon is more dangerous than a lion after all."
"True, but if we use your dragons to burn cities and villages to the ground then we are no better than the Mad King." Tyrion growled. "With the Tyrrell and Dornish armies on our side, Cersei is without allies in the south. We can use our military might to win without dragons."
Daenerys considered these words before looking at Varys. "I never properly thanked you for that."
"They joined our side, my queen, because they believe in you and the king." Varys said.
Daenerys looked at him hard. "You served my father, didn't you Lord Varys?"
"I did."
"And then you served the man who overthrew him?"
"I had a choice, my Queen, serve Robert Baratheon or face the headman's axe." Varys shrugged it off.
"But you didn't serve him for long. You turned against him."
Varys started to look uneasy. "Robert was an improvement on your father to be sure. There had been few rulers in history as cruel as the Mad King. Robert was neither mad nor cruel. He simply had no interest in being king."
"So you took it upon yourself to find a better one." Daenerys stater, her stare not faltering.
Tyrion came to Varys' defence. "Your Grace, when I was ready to drink myself into a small coffin, Lord Varys told me about a king and queen in the east-"
Daenerys cut him off. "Before I came to power, you favoured my brother. All your spies, your little birds, did they tell you Viserys was cruel, stupid, and weak? Would those qualities have made for a good king in your learned open opinion?" She asked.
"Until your marriage to Khal Drogo, Your Grace, I knew nothing about you, save your existence and that you were said to be beautiful."
"So you and your friends traded me like a prized horse to a Dothraki?"
"Which you turned to your advantage." Varys pointed out.
"Yet you had no way of knowing she would thrive in the environment, especially when pregnant." George growled, angered that a pregnant woman had to walk through the Red Waste back in Essos.
"Who gave the order to kill me?" Daenerys asked.
"King Robert."
"Who hired the Assassins? Who sent word to Essos to kill Daenerys Targaryen?" Daenerys asked as she stepped around the table towards Varys.
"Your Grace, I did what had to be done..."
"To keep yourself alive." Daenerys cut him off.
"Lord Varys has proved himself to be a loyal servant." Tyrion said.
"Loyal to himself so he can survive." George said.
"I believe he has proven quite the opposite." Daenerys glared at the spider. "If he dislikes one monarch he finds another to replace them. What kind of servant is that?"
"The kind the realm needs." Varys hissed. "Incompetence should not be rewarded by blind loyalty. As long as I have my eyes I shall use them." Varys said, slightly glaring at Daenerys. "I wasn't born Into a great house, I came from nothing. I was sold as a slave and carved up as an offering. When I was a child, I lived inn alleys, gutters, abandoned houses. You wish to know where my true loyalties lie? Not with any king or queen, but with the people. The people who suffer under despots and prosper under just rule, the people who's hearts you and your husband aim to win. If you demand blind allegiance, I respect your wishes. The king can have me beheaded or your dragons can devour me. But if you let me live, I will serve you both well. I will dedicate myself to see you both on the Iron I choose you. Because I know the people have no better chance than you."
The room was silent for what felt like an eternity before Daenerys spoke. "Swear this to us, Varys. If you ever think we're failing the people, you won't conspire behind mine and my husband's backs. You will look us in the eye and you will tell us how we're failing. My husband has already promised me to stop me should I go mad, so you need not fear that."
"I swear it, my Queen, my King."
Daenerys smiled. "And In swear this, if you ever betray us, I'll burn you alive."
Varys smiled. "I would expect nothing less from the Mother of Dragons."
An Unsullied cake into the room and talked to Grey Worm while Daenerys and Varys stared each other down. Grey Worm stepped forward and said. "Forgive me, my queen, my king, there is a red priestess from Ashai here to see you." Daenerys nodded and everyone left to go meet this priestess.
When they made it to the throne room, a woman in red clothing was there. She was very beautiful with red hair. She bowed when Daenerys and George stood before her.
"Queen Daenerys, King George, I was once a slave. Bought and sold, scourged and branded. It is an honor to meet the breaker of chains and the Father of Dragons." She said in high Valyrian, bowing low.
"The red priests helped bring peace to Meereen, you are very welcome here. What is your name?" Daenerys asked after greeting her.
"I am called Mellisandre?"
"She once served another who wanted the Iron Throne." Varys said, looking at the red woman with distrusting eyes. "It didn't quite work out well for Stannis Baratheon, did it?
"No, it didn't." Mellisandre muttered.
"You chose an auspicious day to come to Dragonstone. We just decided to pardon those who served the wrong king." Daenerys gave Varys a look to 'shut up'. Daenerys then returned her attention to Mellisandre. "The Lord of Light doesn't have many followers in Westeros, does he?"
"Not yet, but even those who don't worship the lord can still serve his cause." Mellisandre said, smiling.
"What does your god want from us?" George asked with crossed arms.
"The Long Night is coming. Only the Prince that was promised can bring the dawn." Mellisandre said in High Valyrian again.
"The Prince who was promised will bring the dawn." Daenerys nodded. "I'm afraid, my son is not old enough for such things."
"Your Grace, if I may." Missandei spoke up. "The proper translation for Prince can be either male or female. It doesn't specify a gender."
"It doesn't Queen the roll off the tongue." Tyrion joked.
Daenerys turned to Mellisandre. "No, but I like it. So, you expect the Prophesy refers to me?"
"Prophesies are dangerous things. I believe you and the Father of Dragons." She looked at George. "Have a part to play. As does two others. The King in the North, Jon Snow... And Bloodwolf Poisonblood." On the mention of his names lightning struck the skies, a very big one.
George looked at the red woman in shock. "Bloodwolf was destroyed, I killed him myself and sent him to hell."
Mellisandre shook her head. "I saw him alive at the Wall, a man with two metal arms with strange weapons on them?" George looked down in shock, hearing that his oldest enemy is alive and somewhere in Westeros.
"Jon Snow, Ned Stark's bastard?" Tyrion said, seeing the king was shocked at something.
"You know him?" Daenerys asked after casting a concerned look at her husband, whoever this Bloodwolf is, George knew him and it seems they had a history.
"I travelled with him to the Wall when he joined the Night's Watch."
"Why do you think the Lord of Light singled out this Jon Snow and Bloodwolf Poisonblood? Aside from the visions you've seen in the flames, that is?" Varys asked.
"As Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, Jon Snow allowed the wildlings south of the Wall, to protect them from great danger. Bloodwolf helped him in this matter." Mellisandre said. "As King in the North, he has united these wildings with northern houses so they can endure the same enemy."
"They both sound like quite the men." Daenerys praised.
"Summon them both and let them tell you the things they have seen." Mellisandre said.
"I can't speak of prophecies, I don't know this Bloodwolf, but I know Jon Snow. I trust him. As you know, I am an excellent judge if character. If he does rule the North he would make a valuable ally. Jon Snow has even more reason to hate Cersei more than you do. They executed his father and plotted to murder his brother." Tyrion said.
Daenerys considered it briefly. "Very well. Send a raven North. Tell Jon Snow and Bloodwolf Poisonblood that their Queen and King invite them to Dragonstone... And bend the knee." George's slight chuckling made her look at him. "What?"
"You won't get that from Bloodwolf. He is the type to not bow to ANYONE, no matter who they are. He serve no one but himself, bows to Jo one. I should know... He's my brother, sort of." This of course shocked everyone.
Winterfell
Bloodwolf couldn't keep the amused smile off his face at the message Jon had just received from Tyrion Lannister, telling him and Bloodwolf to come to Dragonstone on invitation from Queen Daenerys Targaryen... And King George Edwards Targaryen. Seeks his brother had gotten busy while he was rotting away in hell. He could imagine the shock on George's face when he learned of his arch enemy alive and well up in the North.
"Bloodwolf?" Jon's voice took him out if his thoughts. "You seem to know the King."
Bloodwolf chuckled again. "Oh I do, he's my brother. Well, we were friends but close as brothers." Jon,Davos, and Sansa were shocked that someone like Bloodwolf could have a brother. "Also, George isn't the to lure me into a trap. He destroyed me and sent me to hell, he'll want to know how I'm back. That's why I'm going there to say hi to him and my sister in law."
"You cannot be serious." Sansa shook her head.
"Dead serious. Besides, fire kills wights. And they have dragons." Bloodwolf looked at Jon. "I know George better than anyone, he'll want to know about this problem, especially when I'm telling him about it. He's not the type to leave innocents to die. Also, it would add more men to the fight against the Night King, I have 100,00 strong, join that with all we've got loyal to the Starks, add the wildlings, then add a Dothraki horde, an army of Unsullied, and six dragons. I think we could repel a large attack from the Night King when he gets across the Wall."
Jon looked away as he considered his friend's words.
Dragonstone
The week passed with no incident, George told Daenerys everything about Bloodwolf, that he tried to rule the whole world but he stopped him and sent him to hell. The fact that he's returned made George fell down as all his efforts were for nothing , the lives taken in the war were meaningless because they died for nothing.
Anyway, on the start if the new week their allies arrived. Yara Greyjoy had brought Ellaria Sand and her daughters along with Olenna Tyrrell. After a brief introduction of the assembled parties, Daenerys moved everyone into the war Room.
"If you want the Iron Throne just take it." Yara told the two rulers, George slightly nodding in agreement. "We have an army, a fleet, and four battle ready dragons, one being three-headed for fuck's sake." She looked around at the assembled people. "We should hit King's Landing now, hard. With everything we have. The city will fall within a day."
"If we turn the dragons loose, tens of thousands will die in the fires." Tyrion pointed out.
"It's called war, people die in war." Ellaria snapped at him.
George growled as he said. "If we don't use the dragons, more people are just going to die in pointless bloodshed." He pointed out. "Why should our people die when they don't have too?" They had been going at this for an hour, they had what they heeded to sack King's Landing, but Tyrion was making a t impossible.
"I thought we didn't burn people in this army and I know we don't poison little girls here." Tyrion looked sharply at George before glaring at Ellaria at that last part. "Myrcella was innocent."
"She was a Lannister. There are no innocent Lannisters. My greatest regret is Oberyn died fighting for you." Ellaria snapped back.
"That's enough." Daenerys shouted. "Lord Tyrion is Hand of the King and Queen, you will treat him with respect." Daenerys ordered as Ellaria backed down. "I am not here to be Queen of the ashes and neither is my husband as King." She looked at George.
"That's very nice to hear.." Olenna spoke up, causing everyone to look at her. She had been listening to all the arguments, taking in all the sides before speaking. "Of course, I can't remember a queen who was better loved than my granddaughter. The common people loved Herz the nobles loved her, what is left of her now? Ashes." Daenerys and Tyrion watched on, their faces weighing the s RDS she spoke. George looked at her sadly, knowing whatnot was like to have your family taking from you. "Commoners, nobles, they are all just children, really. Your husband is right, they won't obey you unless they fear you."
Daenerys nodded. "I'm grateful for your counsel, Lady Olenna. I'm grateful to all of you." She nodded to everyone else. "But you have chosen to follow my husband and I. Neither of us will attack King's Landing, WE will not attack King's Landing." She stressed the 'we' when she looked at Ellaria.
"Then how do you both intend on taking the Iron Throne?" Olenna asked. "By asking nicely?"
"We will lay siege to the capital, surrounding the city on all sides." Daenerys began discussing her battle plans. "Cersei Kay have the Iron Throne, but no food for her armies or people."
"But we will not use Dothraki and Unsullied." Tyrion spoke up, this caused George to look at them in shock, something everyone else noticed and took note off. "Cersei will try to rally the lords of Westeros by appealing to their loyalty. Their love for their country. If we besiege the city with foreigners we prone her right. Our armies should be Westerosi."
"Forgive me, Tyrion." George spoke up, getting everyone's attention. "But, just why the living fuck are we not using the army Daenerys and I spent a few years getting out of slavery for this very purpose? Why did we go through all that bloody trouble of bringing the Unsullied and the Dothraki if we're not going to even be using them in taking King's Landing?" He shook his head and held out his hand as he explained. "If we lay siege to the city with the Greyjoy feet, along with the Unsullied and Dothraki, then Done and High Garden can watch our backs for any lords who think it may be a good idea to try and lift the siege." Yara and Ellaria nodded. "Of course many will die, but you insist on not using the dragons, so live with that. Besides, what you are asking for is for them to die while we sit back here and reap the rewards, and trust me that's not the kind of leader I am." George and Tyrion stared each other down.
"Tell me then, what is your grand plan to get you and the Queen on the Iron Throne?" Tyrion asked.
"My grand plan?" George asked. "Okay, it's Queen the simple actually. We March our Unsullied into King's Landing, when we get there Deathwing and the dragons burn the battlements and any fortifications in the city down. While the guards are busy putting out the fires that will spring up, we sack King's Landing. The Unsullied will kill any who raises a sword to them and storm the Red Keep. It will be over in an a hour tops." George shrugged. "Obviously, it doesn't have enough moving parts and it's very hard to mess up, clearly a losing strategy. Tell me, Tyrion, what great battle strategy do you have?" George made a brief glance around the room and saw the others, aside from Daenerys, liked his suggestion. To him it would get the Battle over easy and quick, none of their men need to die.
"We have Yara Greyjoy sail Ellaria back to Sunspear. Her Iron Fleet will ferry the Dornish army back to King's Landing." Tyrion moved pieces around to help show his plan. "The Dornish will lay siege to the capital alongside the Tyrell army. Two great Kingdoms united against Cersei." Tyrion looked around the room, Olenna looked amused while Ellaria was enraged.
"So your master plan is to use our armies. But I can't help but wonder with the king here on why you bothered to bring your own." Olenna was clearly not pleased with Tyrion's plan.
"The Unsullied will have another objective." Tyrion said, moving the Unsullied piece around the table. "For decades, house Lannister has been the true power in Westeros and the seat of that power is Casterly Rock. Grey Worm and the Unsullied will sail fr the rock and take it."
"This is the plan I choose to go by." Daenerys said, staring at everyone but she stared at her husband the longest. "Do I have your support?"
"I would prefer the King's plan, but if won't use it, then you have my support." Yara said with a nod.
Ellaria sighed. "Dorne is with you, Your Graces." She glared at Tyrion. "I just wish you'd use the King's plan." Daenerys nodded before looking at Olenna. The queen of thorns nodded her support.
"Thank you, Lady Olenna may I speak with you alone?" Daenerys asked as everyone left. George glanced at her but a quick nod sent him on his way. Daenerys then sat across from Olenna. "I realize your here because of your hatred for Cersei and not love for me. But I swear to you, she will pay for what she has done and we will bring peace back to Westeros."
Olenna scoffed. "Peace, do you think we had peace under your father, or his father? Or his?" Daenerys listened intently. "Peace never lasts, my dear. Will you take a bit of advice from an old woman?" Daenerys nodded. "He's a clever man, your Hand. I have known a great many clever men. I outlived them all. Do yo know why? I ignored them. The king is not a clever man. Out if everyone in this room, he scared me the most. Do you know why?" Daenerys shook her head. "Because he is a practical man who understands the people, how they think. He is not wise or overly intelligent like many clever men, but there is something,something that makes him much more deadly. Clever men can live long lives, but a practical man can outlive them all."
"Are you a practical woman, Lady Olenna?" Daenerys asked z she wasn't being rude or harsh she was genuinely curious.
"I was, when I was around his age I was and over time I worked in a bit of cleverness to keep myself ahead of the curve. And because of this I have lived this long. He knows and so do I, that the people of Westeros are sheep. Are you a sheep?" Olenna smiled softly. "No, you're a dragon, be a dragon. Your husband already thinks like one. I would listen to him far more than the imp of Casterly Rock." Olenna smiled one more time before leaving the room. Daenerys stayed there, mulling over her words.
While Daenerys and Olenna were talking, George was off to see the dragons but Ellaria stopped him. "You are a smart man." She stated when they were outside. "Despite being the Dragon of Zakkul."
"How do you know that?" George asked.
Ellaria gave him a smile. "Everyone in Westeros knows that, how a three-headed dragon with a rider on it's back came out of the night and burned the city to the ground. I take it the Hand was not pleased."
George snorted. "No. I did it because that city was too far corrupted to be purged of it, I saw children and babies dead across the streets, women being raped and used as breeding stock so I decided enough and to show them a King's justice. I'm not the Mad King, his justice was amusement, mine was because it IS justice. That city deserve it's fate. Tyrion would have probably had me in Meereen, ruling, but I am the King and Daenerys made it clear I was coming with to rule."
"Well, you being king will certainly be interesting to see." Ellaria gave him a sultrily smile before taking her leave with her daughters. George shook his head and went to see Cynder and Saphira z who had grown to the size of small horses.
Winterfell
"This message was sent to me by Samwell Tarly." Jon said to the assembled Lords while Bloodwolf leaned against the table. Apparently they found out Dragonstone sat atop a large amount of dragonglass. "He was my brother in the Night's Watch, a man I trust as much as anyone in this world. He's discovered proof that Dragonstone sits on a mountain of dragonglass." The Lords muttered to each other before Jon continued, holding up another message. "Bloodwolf and I received this a few days ago from Dragonstone... It was sent to us by Tyrion Lannister."
The Lords immediately talked to each other, mentioning the distrust of a Lannister.
"He is now Hand of the King and Queen to George Targaryen and Daenerys Targaryen respectively." Jon continued. "They intend to take the Iron Throne from Cersei Lannister, they have a powerful army at their back and, if this message is to be believed, six dragons." This immediately caused chatter again with the lords and men. "Lord Tyrion has invited Bloodwolf and I to Dragonstone, to meet with George and Daenerys." Jon looked at his sister. "And we're going to accept.
The men immediately told Jon to not do this due to Daenerys being a Targaryen. Bloodwolf groaned and banged the table yards getting everyone to quiet down. "Lads, I know you all remember what it was like under her father, the Mad King's rule?" Mane Lords nodded. "But I know George, he ain't the mad type. Besides, we NEED this dragonglass, it is the only thing aside from fire that can kill the White Walkers and their army. We need to mine it, turn it into weapons. More importantly we need allies. We kaybhave enough men to repel an attack from the White Walkers but George and Hus wife have an army of Dothraki, Unsullied, and SIX dragons, one a Three-headed one, that is the kind of allies we need to help us. George ain't the type to ignore such a problem."
"And how do you know him?" Lord Glover asked.
"Because he was my brother." Bloodwolf said, causing the Lords to chatter again. "But...he wasn't married then and was called George Edwards. Jon doesn't have to go because I know George will want to see mez regardless if the King in the North isn't coming, but Hus wife may feel disrespected z which I honestly don't care about. I'll leave you all to talk about this to yourselves, but I will be going to Dragonstone, alone or not." With that, Bloodwolf walked out the room.
A few minutes later, Bloodwolf, Jon, and Davos rode out of Winterfell with a few men. It was time to meet the Dragon King and Queen
DUN! DUN DUN! We will be getting the meeting next chapter! Bloodwolf will finally come face to face with his former brother.