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Omar-Syria
Gupta-Egypt
Hassan-Palestine
Ishmael-Iran
Samirah-Iraq
Bjorn-Male Greenland
Shakira (Shakira)-Columbia
Eva- Argentina

Headcannon that all the Americas, North and South are related in some way.


"I say that we give the Kahl one of our sisters. That way we have his allegiance and the sway of the bride." Omar suggested to his brothers.

His three brothers looked at him and contemplated his words.

"If we do this," Gupta, the oldest, began. "We would have to choose between Samirah or Hadassah."

"Then there is no decision! Samirah will have the honor of marrying the Kahl and bringing us the throne of Europea." Hassan announced.

"I will not let our little sister marry out of the faith and bloodline." Ishmael declared.

"We cannot give him anything but the best!" Hassan protested.

"Gupta, make him see reason!"

"I believe that the Kahl would be a more compliant ally if he were to chose the bride for himself. If that bride is Samirah, than she will have many honors. If the bride is Hadassah, then at least she will not be our problem anymore and we have an alliance with the Kahl and his warriors." Gupta calmly said.

The other three were still angry over which sister should be married off, but they really wanted that Iron Throne. All of Europea did now that King Gilbert is dead.

The House of Oxentierna to the North.

The House of Vargas to the South.

The House of Braginsky to the East.

And with the alliance to the Kahl, the House of Nazari and Jones to the West.

...

"Brother, do you think it is wise to accept an alliance with the Nazari family? They want the throne." A dark skinned man asked his brother.

"Diego, we all want the throne." Alfred calmly told his brother.

"Yes," he took a deep breath. "They have no problem spilling blood to achieve it."

"You say that like they are the only ones. After what happened to our dear sister, I thought that you would want to bathe in the blood of the Braginsky's." Alfred chided his brother.

"Madeleine and Bjorn's wedding was turned into a massacre! Our sister was murdered on what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life!" Diego shouted.

"They haven't found their bodies. I'll believe they are dead when I see a corpse." Alfred turned his attention to his sword. It was a nice sword. Such sharp. Much ignore.

"I don't know whether to be amazed or concerned by your denial." He left to see to the others in their large and chaotic family.

Alfred didn't show it, but he also had concerns about the Nazari family. They were unstable, unpredictable. It set him on edge. Alfred had a family and he wanted the best for them both as leader and step in parent in the resent deaths of the previous Kahl and Kahleesi. His brothers and sisters meant the world to him and he didn't want this alliance to go wrong.

"Brother, sorry. Kahl, there is a message from the head of the Nazari family." A tan woman with dark blond hair interrupted his thoughts.

"Shakira, I am your brother. You do not need to call me Kahl." Alfred smiled.

"But if we do not, then you will not have respect you need when the Nazari arrive."

"You mentioned a message." He reminded her.

"Of course. Gupta Nazari has two younger sisters and does not know who to give to you. So he is bringing both to let you decide."

This was surprising.

"I admit that does relieve some stress about the coming week." Alfred sighed.

"But will they honor the agreement?" Shakira asked.

Alfred didn't know if the Nazari would agree to the terms. The Jones' would help reclaim the Throne as long as there was a Jones sitting on it. It didn't matter which Nazari family member sat with him, just as long as there was a Jones member as well.

"They should."

Shakira shivered at his hidden threat.

"When they arrive, you will translate and I will pretend to play ignorant. We need an edge in case they try to use their sister as a way to secure the Throne for themselves in front of me."

Shakira didn't question him. She just prayed that her brother knew what he was doing.

...

Alfred, Shakira, and Diego met the head of the Nazari family and his two sisters at the docks at dawn.

Shakira went first and greeted them in their mother tounge.

Unknown to Gupta Nazari, Alfred understood every word he said. He heard every whisper to the sisters warning them of what should happen if they fail to make this alliance.

Finally, Shakira pulled Alfred aside.

"Which sister are you going to pick? Keep in mind, Eva and I'll be stuck with her until she is comfortable around other people so don't pick a pushover."

Alfred looked at the two sisters on the dock.

One was covered from head to toe with only a slit in the headdress to see. Other than submissive brown eyes, Alfred couldn't see anything else.

The other wore a dark blue and white dress. Her brown hair was braided down her back and her brown eyes stared at him in defiance. She was the smaller of the two sisters and seemed like she wouldn't accept any shit from Alfred. There looked to be a scar on her shoulder. Alfred could learn about that later.

Alfred smiled at Gupta and pointed at the pretty brunette in the blue dress.

He ignored the man's protest and with his sister walked back to camp.

"Why did you pick her?"

"Tell me dear sister, of the two, who do you think could keep me in line and kick my ass if needed?"

"The woman you picked."

"Exactly."

...

Alfred watched at Gupta walk up to him with the woman he would marry.

Hadassah was her name.

He liked the sound of it and hoped that she would like him as much as he had grown to like her. He kept his expression blank and clueless as he overheard him threaten her if she didn't do what he wanted.

Of course Gupta Nazari wanted to manipulate him. He saw it coming with the offering up one of the sisters. He almost canceled the wedding. Almost.

But there was the way she made eye contact with him. Almost in a defiant way. The way that Hadassah Nazari silently accused and fought her brother, Alfred liked it. He liked the way that she fought in silence and Alfred hoped that he could give his new bride the Iron Throne.

After the ceremony and the kiss, it was time for the Kahl and the Kahleesi to do the hanky panky shenanigans.

But that was not what happened.

Alfred confessed his love to her in her brother's tongue. She was very surprised to learn that not only was he fluent, he knew what her brothers wanted and expected her to do and still loved her.

That night, Alfred Jones vowed to his wife that he would get her the Iron Throne for nothing else would be a more worthy wedding present. But to give her something for the happiest night of their life, Alfred gave her three dragon eggs.

...

Alfred and Hadassah pretended to be unaware of Alfred speaking her language for many months. She even began to teach him her father's tongue before he died. While they experienced marital bliss, the Nazari brothers began to die one by one until only Gupta and Samirah were left alive.

When Gupta threatened to kill Hadassah and the unborn baby, Alfred snapped.

He listened as Gupta demanded for the Iron Throne and the golden crown.

Alfred gave him a crown made to fit his head.

Of course, molten gold tends to fit anything until it hardens.

...

Hadassah could just about murder someone right now. The sun and the stars of her life had just died, she had a miscarriage, and now Samirah accused her for a witch. She even dared to throw her dragon eggs into the pyre that now encaged her husband.

Hadassah did something that could have killed her; she ran into the flames and picked up her eggs.

But the fire blinded her and the smoke made her cough. But she still held on to her eggs for if she could not have her husband or child, she could have the eggs.

The fire died and Hadassah stepped out to the shock of her new family. Her body unharmed, carrying three small dragons. A small red one, a cat sized blue one, and a green one that was asleep and curled around her neck.

"Diego, we are going to take the Iron Throne. Alfred promised me I would have it and I'm going to take it." She stepped over the scorching embers.

"How so m'lady? Everyone else has steel and ships!" It was all he could do to refrain from screaming in terror.

"My dear brother, we have dragons." Hadassah chuckled as the small red dragon purred in its mothers arms while the blue dragon reared back its mighting head and let out the most adorable little roar and a puff of smoke.

"Well, let's get that throne." Shakira stepped forward. "Can I hold one?"

The green dragon woke up and started to shake. The blue one however, jumped into his aunts arms and started to purr.

...Many years later...

Toris let out a scream as he dived towards the castle. It was not as fast as he liked without causing worry to his mother who was on his back shouting orders to his brothers. A streak of blue and a a white flash of flame meant that Eduard broke into the castle and the red scales that shone from the flames showed a worried Toris where Raivis was.

"Toris, get to the castle! We need to get to your brothers!" His mother shouted over the wind.

Toris flapped his wings and dove through the opening that his brothers made.

"Eduard, did you or Raivis kill them?" His mother pointed to the dead bodies on the floor.

The two dragons, now bigger than ships, shook their head in fear of their mom. Toris looked at the pile. They were killed with a sword and they were in the direction of the throne room.

Hadassah got off her sons back and scratched the inside of his wing. Toris purred and continued to when mom scratched his brothers. Raivis pranced as he followed his mother to the throne room but Eduard and Toris were on edge.

Hadassah pushed the big oak doors open and did not expect to see this.

Alfred was sitting on the throne with a little boy and a little girl on his lap and a bloody sword propped up against the chair. He looked up and then said to the children, "Mommy is home."

The two little brunettes ran to their mother while Alfred stood up, dusted the seat off, and let his wife sit in it instead.

"I named our little boy David and our little girl Eve."

Hadassah couldn't speak.

"So, dragons."

"Toris, Eduard, and Raivis, meet your father and little brother and sister."


Kudos if you can tell me why Argentina is named Eva.