Sister's Keeper
Edited By xXFallenSakuraXx52
Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones
Chapter 49: The Second Siege of Meereen
The Eunuch and the Dwarf.
Varys stood in front of Alysanne as she spoke to Missandei in Dothraki who wrote the letter in another language. Isolating the Spider, since he did not speak the Dothraki language. He tried to glance at the letter and noticed it was written in another language as well. Not in Valyrian or Common Tongue. The Spider had to give the Queen credit to not trust everyone. Especially him, even though he believes Alysanne will do much more good for the realm than the Lannisters. When the letter was finished, Alysanne signed it off, applying the drying powder, and sealed in. A black and red wax with a seal of a three-headed dragon.
She grabbed the letter and handed it to Varys, "This must be delivered to the Prince of Dorne. Personally. Can I trust you on this personal mission?"
"Of course, Your Grace," Varys assured accepting the letter.
Alysanne gave a calculating if not questionable look. Varys knows the Queen doesn't trust him. How could she when he served the two families who murdered her family. He did explain that when Tywin Lannister and his army stood outside King's Landing, he advised King Aerys the Second to not open the gates. It earned some respect but not enough to gain the queen's trust. So now Varys is on a secret mission to forge many alliances with Dorne, House Velaryon, House Celtigar, House Darry, and other potential allies.
Giving a courteous farewell, Varys left the royal study and made way to the docks. Tyrion decided to join him as they walked through the city. Meereen was active again much more so than it was a few months ago after the attack of the Daznak Pit. There was double the Unsullied patrols on the streets, yet the people were vibrant. All different classes socializing not realizing a year ago there were two groups, the Masters and the slaves. It reminded Tyrion of King's Landing before Joffrey fucked it up.
In one of the squares that was selling grains and other merchandise stood an R'hllor priestess. Everyone who was interested gathered around as the young priestess gave her prayers.
"From the fire, they were reborn to remake the world. Alysanne and Daenerys is a gift from the Lord of Light to the children. If we are too steadfast in our love for the Queen and her faithful advisors, no man will ever lock us in chains again."
Tyrion spotted this and smile, "I'd call that a successful gambit."
"Would you?" Varys asked, still cautious. He does not like magic, and from what his little birds have told him, these fanatics, shadow binders' fiddle in the same dark arts as the second-hand sorcerer who emasculated him. And what Kinvara said, brought terrible memories of that night.
"Look around. The city has come back to life." Tyrion reasoned.
"You made a pact with fanatics," Varys said.
"I did, and it worked," Tyrion replied.
"If you shaved your beard with a straight razor, you'd say the razor worked. That doesn't mean it won't cut your throat." Varys inquired.
"Spoke like a man who has never had to shave," Tyrion jest.
Varys snorted. The two come at the entrance for the docks.
"I'm going to miss you," Tyrion said.
"I know," Varys agreed.
"I hope you're right about this expedition of yours. "
"If I don't return, you'll know I was wrong."
Tyrion shook his head. Having a feeling, Westeros will be heavily guarded than it used to be. The world knows that Varys helped smuggled Tyrion out of King's Landing before his execution. However, when Tyrion killed his father, he had unintentionally made Varys an accomplice. Varys noticed the dwarfs concern.
"We need friends in Westeros," Varys explained. "And we need ships."
"Most of all, we need our queen."
"She is recovering well. She has faith in her sister to return. My heart's been broken too many times already." Varys said and patted Tyrion's shoulder. "I'll walk the rest of the way myself. I can't go off on a secret mission in the company of the most famous dwarf in the city."
The Spider began to walk.
Tyrion smiled, calling out, "Varys."
The Spymaster topped looking at his friend.
"The most famous dwarf in the world." Tyrion corrected.
Varys smiled giving the nod before leaving Meereen. Tyrion stood there, watching his friend's departure before returning back to the Great Pyramid. Just as he was about to go inside, he heard roaring. Curious, he went to investigate finding the dragons were out in the field for their daily training. He heard from Ser Barristan that Viserion decided to take the Queen flying without consent. The Small Council was concerned until Alysanne returned laughing like a child riding a horse for the first time.
Now he saw Alysanne shouting in ancient Valyrian, the language of the dragonlords as Viserion and Rhaegal control their flames. Tyrion stood there fascinated, seeing the dragons so close and personal. All his life he wanted a dragon of his own, or to see a dragon. When he saw Drogon in Valyria what he thought were lies were the truth, when he saw Drogon and Viserion defend their riders and the black dragon taking Daenerys away, he saw legends come alive. Now…he stood amazed in seeing these creatures who were supposed to be extinct.
After a while, Alysanne finished her daily lesson. She walked over to a table, pouring herself a glass of water. Staring up, she noticed Tyrion on the balcony and gestured him over. Tyrion a bit timid about the Dragon Queen came down. They were not the best of terms, and the dwarf has been trying to rectify that. It's just his mouth runs ahead before he thinks. The queen was smart, probably smarter than Cersei, yet she does have issues. Not that he could blame her, after what his family did to her father and…sister-in-law, niece, and nephew.
"Your Grace," Tyrion greeted.
"Has Varys reached his ship?" Alysanne asked.
"Yes, he has, Your Grace," Tyrion answered.
"Good," Alysanne said. "In a year or two, we can make arrangements for King's Landing."
Tyrion nodded and glanced at the dragons. Rhaegal was stretching his wings while Viserion was staring at them. A very protective look. Reminded him many times when a patriarch of a House sees him flirting with one of his daughters. A promise of pain and death. The dwarf gulped.
"Don't mind Viserion, he's just overprotective," Alysanne chuckled.
"I can see that," Tyrion grumbled.
"Care to touch them?" she offered.
This caught the dwarf off guard, "I don't believe that is wise."
"I see that look of curiosity. Come, I'll show you how to address a dragon." Alysanne said leading the way to Viserion though stopped at a distance. Tyrion followed standing beside her. "Now, dragons are very proud creatures. Very easily offended, you do not want to insult a dragon. It may just be the last thing you ever do."
Tyrion nodded, knowing that from books.
"Since I was there since his draglet stage, I am pardoned from the greeting. This is what you have to do to earn his trust. You have to let him make the first move. It's only polite to step up gradually. Give a slight bow, then you wait and see if he bows back. If he does, raise your hand and he will let you touch him. If not…well, I hope you are a good runner."
Tyrion snapped a questionable look wondering if the queen was joking or not. He recalled Ser Jorah approaching the golden dragon during the Daznak Pit attack. Jorah lowering his sword, in a movement that seemed like a bow, while keeping a hand up. Viserion stepping forward, sniffing his hand before allowing the Exiled Knight to collect the injured queen.
Slowly, Tyrion walked forward, then stopped, giving a bow. Viserion gave a growl curling his lips, exposing his teeth.
"Slow, low," Alysanne instructed from behind. "Keep still."
Tyrion looked up, seeing Viserion crawling closer until he bowed his head.
"All right, lift your hand very slowly," Alysanne instructed again. "And don't move afterward. Let him come to you."
The dwarf did so and waited. The golden dragon's nostrils flared as he came closer. Tyrion felt his heart beating rapidly. Wondering what the dragon would think of him. Praying the dragon doesn't eat him. Although it would be one fascinating way to die. Viserion reached his hand and sniffed it. Amber eyes glaring at green eyes. What could possibly feel like forever in a mere minute, the dragon pressed the tip of his snout against Tyrion's hand.
The Lannister's eyes widen, he was touching a dragon for the very first time. Even with the warm climate, the dragon's scales felt cold, patches of leather, almost like lizard-lion skin. Viserion puffed a bit of smoke that caused the Lannister to cough pulling back. For a moment he thought he heard the dragon chuckling in a sense. Before Tyrion could touch him again, Viserion walked away, joining Rhaegal.
"Well, if anything were to happen to me, you know what to do," Alysanne said.
Tyrion nodded still bewildered on the fact he petted a dragon.
.o0o.
Alysanne's POV
I was in the solar lounge with Grey Worm and Missandei. They were giving their usual reports telling me how Meereen was doing. Ser Barristan took a seat as we casually talked. I was impressed that Tyrion's method of recruiting the R'hllor worshipers has done for the city. Everything seemed to be peaceful if not more. Then again, the Unsullied has arrested more Sons of the Harpy, those in possession of golden mask. Investigations are being set, and once we get enough evidence there will be a trial.
Soon the reports finished and we just casually talked when Tyrion came in with a smile on his face. After petting Viserion, he was utterly happy. He gave his greeting and poured himself some wine to join our conversation. Since he figured out this wasn't a Small Council Meeting.
"You seem happy," Missandei noted.
"I am happy," Tyrion agreed, as he stood up walking over to the bar pouring two more glasses of wine. "You all should be happy as well. Not so long ago, this city was ready to devour itself. Now it's like a man reborn."
"I will be happy when Daenerys returns," I said.
"Why don't you drink? Why don't either of you drink?" Tyrion asked Missandei and Grey Worm.
"Unsullied never drink," Grey Worm answered.
"Why not?" Tyrion asked.
"Rules," Grey Worm answered.
"And who made these rules? Your former masters?" Tyrion asked.
The dwarf has a good point. I do not hold strict rules when the Unsullied are not on their shift. They are free to drink during their leisure time. Only when they are on patrol or a battle stirring, do I need them to have a sound mind.
"Those miserable old shits didn't want you to be human," Tyrion said, handing the two chalices to both former slaves. "Have a drink with me."
Grey Worm accepts, he brought the glass up to his nose and wrinkle at the smell.
"And you? What's your excuse?" Tyrion asked Missandei, handing her the chalices.
"I have tried wine before. It made me feel funny," Missandei answered.
"That's how you know it's working," Tyrion said, pouring to more chalices and handed it to Ser Barristan and me. He then lifted his own chalice, "Here's to our own queen. Anyone not drinking is disrespecting our queen."
We all raised our glasses.
"To Alysanne Targaryen, Dragoness of the West, Breaker of Chains, long may she reign." Tyrion toasted.
"Long may she reign," everyone repeated.
We took a sip of wine. I wasn't in the mood for wine, yet took a tiny sip. Tasting that it was very dry, even though it was a liquid. Tyrion gulped all his. Ser Barristan taking a sip. Missandei tasted it; meanwhile Grey Worm cringed.
"Do you like it?" I asked.
"Tastes like it has turned," Grey Worm answered, setting his glass on the table.
"Yes, yes. Fermentation." Tyrion explained as he fetched more wine from another table. "One day, after our queen has taken the Seven Kingdoms, I'd like to have my own vineyard. Make my own wine. The Imp's Delight. Only my close friends could drink it."
"I thought the Westerlands were more forest, mountains, and coast. Not fertile enough for vineyards," I said.
"It's not," Tyrion said. "But I don't think I'll ever be Lord and Warden of Casterly Rock."
"Isn't that the reward you want?" I asked.
Tyrion arched a brow. I thought that is what he wanted as his reward in helping me reclaim my home. To claim his birthright that Lord Tywin has denied him over the years.
He changed the subject, "Tell me a joke, Missandei of Naath."
This caught the Naathi off guard, "I do not know any jokes."
Tyrion returns to his chair. "Grey Worm?"
Grey Worm gave him a blank look.
"Right." Tyrion sighed, then told his joke. "Three lords walk into a tavern. A Stark, a Martell and a Lannister. They order ale, but when the barkeeper brings them over, each of them finds a fly in his cup. The Lannister, outraged, shoves the cup aside and demands another. The Martell plucks the fly out and swallows it whole. The Stark reaches into his cup, pulls out the fly and shouts, 'Spit it out, your wee shit. Spit it out.'"
I couldn't help but laugh at it, mainly how terrible his Northern accent was. Ser Barristan chuckled, shaking his head. Meanwhile, Missandei and Grey Worm sat there not getting the joke. Right, cultural differences.
"It's funnier in Westeros," Tyrion muttered.
"The Starks and the Lannisters, I thought these were enemies," Grey Worm said.
"Yes," Tyrion confirmed.
"A joke is like a story, Torgo Nudho," Missandei explained. "Not a true story, necessarily."
"A story that's supposed to make you laugh ideally," Tyrion agreed. "Not at the moment, perhaps."
Missandei continued to drink the wine.
"Missandei, do you like the wine?" I asked.
"I do," Missandei answered with a nod.
"Tell a joke," Tyrion insisted.
Missandei paused, thinking of one, "Two translators are on a sinking ship. The first says, 'Do you know how to swim?' The second says, 'No, but I can shout for help in nineteen languages.'"
Tyrion and I gave a forced laugh. Ser Barristan merely smiled, while Grey Worm gave a strange look. Missandei smiled, taking another sip of wine. She giggled as well. If I didn't know any better, I take it, my confidant is a light drinker.
"That is the worst joke I ever heard," Grey Worm said.
"You don't even know what a joke is," Missandei replied.
"I am soldier all my life. You think I never hear joke?" Grey Worm asked, a slight hint of sarcasm.
"You lied to us," Tyrion pointed his finger at the Unsullied.
"I make joke," Grey Worm said, a slight smile.
Everyone chuckled or laughed at his innocence. Grey Worm, smiled, more at listening to Missandei giggles. Got to admit, my Commander was infatuated, if not possibly in love with Missandei of Naath. It pleases me over the year how much these two have changed. No longer guarded or secured to the discipline of behavior.
"More jokes!" Missandei cheered. "Your Grace, you must know one."
I paused, trying to think of one, "Well, I do know one when I was in Lys. The lookout sees a pirate ship sailing their way. The captain shouts to his first mate, "Bring me my red shirt." The first mate brings the red shirt, and the captain puts it on, and when the pirates try to board, the brave captain leads his men to victory. A few days later, the lookout screams, "Two pirate ships!" The crew is shivering like scared mice. But the courageous captain hollers, "Bring me my red shirt!" After the battle, the first mate asks, "Captain, why do you call for your red shirt before battle?" The captain replies, "So that if I am stabbed, you will not see me bleed." The next morning the lookout screams, "Ten pirate ships! We are surrounded!" The crew goes silent. They all look to their brave captain, waiting for his usual command. Calm as ever, the captain bellows - "Bring me my brown pants!""
Tyrion and Ser Barristan burst out laughing. Missandei giggled as well, almost spitting her wine out into her glass. Grey Worm, for the first time ever, made a snort like a laugh. I laughed, joining in, enjoying these simple moments. If only Daenerys, Ser Jorah, and Daario were here. I'm sure the Tyroshi has excellent jokes to share.
"You have a crude mind, I would never have thought the Queen would know a pirate joke," Tyrion said.
"Been traveling all my life, I come across a pirate or two over the years. How do you think my siblings and I were smuggled around Essos?" I murmured, taking a sip of wine.
Tyrion nodded, "I once walked into a brothel with a honeycomb and a jackass. The madam says…"
Suddenly the bells started ringing. We listen to the pitch, hearing it be higher than usual. Invasion by sea. Grey Worm shot up running out of the room, giving the command to his soldiers. Missandei, Ser Barristan, and I stood up and follow suit, making way to the balcony to see what was happening. There along the bay were hundreds of Slaver's Ships. Staring at the sails between Volantis and Yunkai.
"The Masters have come for their property," Missandei growled.
I turned to Ser Barristan, who looked at me a nodded. "You gave them a chance, and they decided."
I took a deep breath, "The Masters have chosen Fire and Blood."
Not facing Tyrion, I marched my way back to the Great Pyramid to address the Unsullied Officers. Immediately I ordered that people in the docking district be evacuated. The Unsullied Officer in charge of that sector nodded, left to give the order and guide the evacuation. Grey Worm, Ser Barristan and I started going over plans to address the Sons of the Harpy and Masters.
A few hours later, the enemy was using trebuchets and catapults to throw projectiles drenched in oil lit on fire. The fishermen district was on fire along with others by the bay. In the council room, we deliberated.
Lord Tyrion and Missandei enter the room.
"I was wrong. I admit it." Tyrion started.
"That changes nothing," Missandei said.
"The Unsullied couldn't mount a defense off the beachhead," Tyrion suggested. "If the slavers' forces…"
"No more talking from you," Grey Worm barked. "You're talking gave us this."
"And I have acknowledged that. I'm trying…"
"You're trying to tell me what the army should do. You do not know what the army should do." Grey Worm shot him down.
"All right, what should the army do?" Tyrion asked.
"We'll not go to the beach," Grey worm planned. "If we go to the beach, the Masters will take the pyramid. The pyramid is the only place in the city we can defend. We stay here?"
"And then?" Ser Barristan asked.
"We wait for them to come to us. Then we fight them." Grey Worm answered.
"It does not protect the people. We need to evacuate the city from the Westside to the Eastside," Ser Barristan advised. "Secured the other gates that way, they only have one entrance."
"Agreed," I said.
A crashing sound could be heard as a projectile struck the top of the pyramid. I told everyone to leave except for Ser Barristan and Tyrion. I glared at the Lannister since I took his advice on discussing truce and offering them new terms. Terms that could have made things easier for the Masters. Now, they choose violence.
"Despite appearances, I think you'll find the city's on the rise," Tyrion said.
Another projectile stuck the pyramid.
"Perhaps we should take shelter," Tyrion advised, panicking.
"The city's on the rise?" I asked.
"Meereen is strong," Tyrion answered. "Commerce has returned to the markets. The people are behind you." Another projectile struck the pyramid. "Well, not all the people, of course. No ruler that ever lived had the support of all the people. But the rebirth of Meereen is the cause of this violence."
Another projectile struck the pyramid.
Ser Barristan and I stood there looking at him. Tyrion walked over.
"The Masters cannot let Meereen succeed. Because if Meereen succeeds, a city without slavery, a city without Masters…It proves that no one needs a Master."
I stared into his green eyes, seeing he was telling the truth. Seeing he wasn't trying to sabotage my reign.
"Good. Shall we begin?" I said.
Tyrion was baffled, "Do we have a plan?"
"One plan is to crucify the Masters. I will set their fleets afire, kill every last one of their soldiers, and return their cities to the dirt. The plan I promised them when I sieged Astapor and Yunkai. But that is one, which you both don't approve."
Tyrion shook his head, "You once told me you know what your father was. Did you know his plans for King's Landing when the Lannisters armies were at his gates?"
I did not answer for it was something I wanted to know since learning about Ser Jaime Lannister murdering my father. All I ever wanted was to know why the knight betrayed my father. Why he broke his vows. My father was Mad, I will not deny that. However, something must've happened to lead towards this betrayal.
"Probably not," Tyrion sighed, "Well, he told my brother, and Jaime told me. He had caches of wildfire hidden under the Red Keep, the Guildhalls, the Sept of Baelor, all the major thoroughfares. He would have burned every one of these citizens. The loyal ones and the traitors. Every man, woman, and child. That's why Jaime killed him."
This new information terrified me in the level of madness my father succumbed to. All the paranoia, the jealousy, the attempts on his life after Duskendale, and the sorrows of my siblings who died in infancy or miscarried. I thought that lead him to madness. Now to hear Tyrion tell me the level of degree that my father was to burn his city to the ground. It is something I could not do. That is why what I suggested was one of many concepts.
"That plan you suggested, about destroying cities. It's not entirely different." Tyrion said. "I'd like to suggest an alternate approach."
A projectile shot through the windows destroying everything in its wake. Ser Barristan covered me from debris and others. We stood up, looking at the damages.
"There will still be Fire and Blood," I said. "The question being by land or sea."
The two men nodded as we discuss a plan. The Unsullied will continue the evacuation and deal with any sons of the Harpy who will take this invasion as a distraction to attack innocent civilians. We will assemble a gathering to talk about the surrender. If the Three Masters do not surrender, I unleashed the dragons onto the Slaver's fleet. I am a forgiving person, allowing second and third chances based on the situation. However, I cannot forgive the Masters for this.
Leaving the chambers, I made way to change out of my gowns into something appropriate for flying. However, Ser Barristan stopped me leading the way to another room.
"I have something for you," Ser Barristan said. "It's not complete, but I rather you be protected now than exposed."
We enter a room where a mannequin stood wearing armor. Although, this was no ordinary armor. It was suitable for a female figure. I walked over to it, seeing the designs and craftsmanship. The breastplate on top of a corset form underneath made of black leather, while on dark tinted steel decorated in dragons. A scalemail skirt and red etched spaulder forged like with removable rondels that had the three-headed dragons. Especially the spaulder held resemblance to a dragon fin. I turned around facing Ser Barristan.
"For me?" I asked.
"Yes, similar to Rhaegar's but more practical to your figure and dueling," Ser Barristan said. "The rest is still being forged as we speak. I was hoping to give this to you when we set sail."
"Thank you," I said.
"You're welcome, your grace. Although, this time, you will be wearing chain and scalemail." He said with a smile.
I chuckled slightly, knowing gold scalemail is not the same as steel. Missandei was summoned as she helped me privately put on the armor. As I wore a padded tunic, leather trousers, and boots underneath, then the chainmail tunic, followed by the armor. Along with wearing the Unsullied bracers, and had my hair braided for battle.
I stared at myself in the mirror, for a second, I thought I saw Visenya until realizing the person in the mirror was me. Although the armor is incomplete, I know it will protect me. Grabbing hold of the Targaryen sword and securing it to the belt, I stared at Missandei who nodded.
.o0o.
The Three Masters accepted the terms outside the city away from the invasion by morning. There stood center Razdal mo Eraz, along with Yezzan zo Qaggaz and Lord Belicho Paenymion. Behind them was their soldiers. For my party on each side were Tyrion and Ser Barristan on my right and Missandei and Grey Worm on my left, with armored Unsullied at the ready.
"Once before, I offered you peace," Razdal said. "If you had not been so arrogant, you could have returned to your homeland with a fleet of ships. Instead, you will fee Slaver's Bay on foot, like the beggar queen you are."
I kept a neutral face looking at him in the eyes.
"We are here to discuss terms of surrender, not trade insults," Tyrion said.
"The terms are simple," Yezzan replied, arms crossed. "You and your foreign friends will abandon the Great Pyramid and the city of Meereen. The Unsullied you stole from Kraznys mo Nakloz will remain to be sold again to the highest bidder. The translator you stole from Kraznys mo Nakloz will remain to be sold again to the highest bidder. The dragons beneath the Great Pyramid will be slaughtered."
"We obliviously didn't communicate clearly," I replied, resting my left hand on the Targaryen sword's pommel. "We're here to discuss your surrender, not mine."
The three masters chuckled.
"I imagine it's difficult adjusting to the new reality," Razdal said.
"Your father adjusted just fine to the new reality. Shame that he has you for a son." I countered.
Razdal glared at me, "Your reign is over."
"My reign has just begun," I murmured.
Mentally I summoned for Viserion through the dragon bond. A shriek could be heard as it caught the Masters attention. Suddenly Viserion appeared soaring to the sky starling the invaders. He flew over us, until landing on the fortress roaring his fury before jumping down to land behind me. The Slavers were shocked stumbling back.
"Zaldrīzes dohaeriros iksos daor, (A dragon is not a slave)" I said in high Valyrian not low Valyrian and added. "Nor are humans a slave. You have woken the dragon."
I walked over to Viserion, climbing on top of his arm until securing myself onto his neck and back. I whispered Valahd, syncing our minds together before he took off, knocking down a few of the Slaver's soldiers. It was clear the Slavers' will not change. To spare the cities, I will show the Masters a demonstration in what I mean by Fire and Blood. Viserion flew through the sky across Meereen, showing Sons of the Harpy were causing chaos in the streets and emergency gates. The Unsullied and Second Sons were out exterminating the Harpies. This time I will not be taking any prisoners. Forgiveness has been overused, and in times of siege, it's best to get rid of the enemy. Viserion flew over Rhaegal as he looked up. Viserion roared at him, in their communication Rhaegal complied as he took to the sky and we went straight to the bay.
Hundreds of ships were there as the trebuchets launched fiery projectiles onto the city. Noticing that not all the ships have the trebuchets and catapults, I guided Viserion to the ships that do. The sailors and soldiers looked up terrified. I took a deep breath, "Dracarys!"
Viserion took a deep breath and blew fire on the ships. My stomach tightens, watching countless men burn by dragon fire. But as Ser Barristan has stated, those who follow the Masters must suffer the consequences of their decisions. The men screamed and cried, jumping overboard to extinguish the flames that caught them. Instead of destroying the ship, I showed some mercy and focused on the weapons that were destroying the city. I will need the ships.
Rhaegal mimicked Viserion by burning ships with the catapults and trebuchets only. Both dragons maneuvering around the launch projectiles and giving the definition of Fire and Blood.
.o0o.
Meanwhile at the fortress.
The Masters watched the two dragons terrorizing the fleet, destroying those firing projectiles. The soldiers were shocked, petrified that their comrades were being burned alive. Grey Worm, the Commander of the Unsullied, stepped forward addressing the Slaver soldiers.
"You men have a choice: fight and die for masters who would never fight and die for you, or go home to your families." Grey Worm offered.
Soldiers looked at each other, not second-guessing, dropped their swords and ran away. The Three Masters stood there abandoned, facing the Unsullied and the Small Council.
"Thank you for the Armada. Our queen does love ships," Tyrion said. "Now, last time we spoke, we made a pact. You violated that pact. You declared war upon us. Though our queen does have a forgiving nature, this cannot be forgiven."
"Our queen insists that one of you must die as punishment for your crimes," Missandei informed.
Tyrion walked over some, "It always seems a bit abstract, doesn't it? Other people dying?"
Razdal and Belicho stared at each other, before grabbing Yezzan and shoved the slave trader forward.
"Him. He should die," Razdal said.
"Yes, him." Belicho agreed.
"He's not one of us," Razdal added. "He's an outsider, a lowborn. He does not speak for us."
Grey Worm marched forward, his hands behind his back. Yezzan looked at the Commander of the Unsullied as if he was staring into Death himself. Already betrayed by his partners.
"Please," Yezzan begged, falling to his knees. "Please."
Grey Worm locked eyes with Yezzan, grabbing his dagger and slit Belicho and Razdal's throats in one swoop. The two Masters gasped, touching their necks as blood splattered, before falling to the ground. The Unsullied secured his bloody dagger and adjusted his doublet while keeping eye contact. Afterward, steps backwards, joining his comrades. Yezzan knelt there confused as to what just happened. He thought he was going to die, instead of the men who betrayed him did.
Tyrion came forward, resting his hand on the startled man, "Tell your people what happened here. Tell them you live by the grace of Her Majesty. When they come forward with notions of retribution or ideas about returning the slave cities to their former glory, remind them what happened, when the Dragon Sisters and their dragons came to Meereen. Remind them of Alysanne Targaryen's chances of mercy."
Tyrion patted Yezzan zo Qaggaz on the shoulder before walking away. Grey Worm, Ser Barristan, and Missandei followed, along with the rest of the Unsullied who collected the swords. Yezzan realized there is no point in fighting against the Targaryens. The Valyrian Freehold came for the sixth time and put an official end to the Ghiscari practice of slavery.
.o0o.
Alysanne's POV
Only when the dragons destroyed the trebuchets and a few dozens of their ships, did the Masters armada surrender. White flags raised while the crew fell to their knees dropping any weapons they have on their person. Following the code of honor to surrender, I guided Viserion back to Meereen with Rhaegal in pursuit. The dragons flew over the city, seeing countless Sons of the Harpy lying dead in the streets thanks to the Unsullied and Second Sons. There were damages, as fires spread. The people rushing in to put out the flames.
If the plan works out, this will be the Slavers last and final attack on Meereen. Viserion continued to fly over the city until reaching the Great Pyramid field. The Unsullied marched closer though distant to keep me safe from any surprise attack. Patting Viserion on the neck on a good job, he nodded going back to the air to keep guard. The Unsullied then escort me back to the Great Pyramid, where it was safe.
Alysanne's armor is inspired towards Alice's in Alice in Wonderland, only it is dark steel with red accents. Tyrion petting Viserion is inspired by Harry Potter Movie number 3.
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