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Chapter 54

"Once before I offered you peace," said the Yunkai'ii man said with disdain. "If you had not been so arrogant, you could have returned to your homeland with a fleet of ships. Instead, you will flee Slaver's Bay on foot….like the beggar queen you are." He added on afterthought.

"We are here to discuss terms of surrender," said Tyrion shortly, "not to trade insults."

"The terms are simple," said Yezzan, Selene's former master, "You will abandon the Great Pyramid of Meereen. The Unsullied you stole will be sold to the highest bidder. The translator you stole, the dwarf you stole," his stony eyes fell to Selene, "and the whore you stole."

Selene gave him a look as cold as ice. This man bought me like a cow, fit me for a collar, paraded me about like a prize, and sent me to my death for entertainment. Her fingers itched toward Stormsbane.

"We obviously didn't communicate clearly," said Daenerys, "We're here to discuss your surrender, not mine."

The masters tried not to laugh. "I imagine it's difficult. Adjusting to the new reality…"

Selene's eyes were fixed beyond their high cliff that overlooked Meereen, as two shapes came hurtling toward them.

The master was not pleased with their calm confidence. "You're reign is over."

"My reign is just begun," Daenerys said softly.

Drogon screeched.

The master's turned. For half a heartbeat, the sky was empty and quiet. The next, two dragons swirled around their party, roaring. They landed besides their riders with a thunder that shook the cliffside.

Rhaegal's green scales shone in the sunlight. Selene's eyes were fixed on Yezzan, and the word dracarys nearly came to her lips. But she swallowed it, turned, and mounted Rhaegal, following Daenerys into battle.

My dream has come true, Selene thought as Rhaegal and Drogon danced as they flew, weaving around each other in harmony. I'm flying on a dragon besides my friend, but this time we fly into battle. Selene heard a screech and turned to see Viserion making his way toward them. He's drawn by his brothers, Selene realized, by the fire and blood on the ground below.

Their dance was uninterrupted as they dodged the fireballs that shot toward Meereen from the fleet below. They descended on one ship, as Tyrion planned, and rained fire and fury down from the heavens.

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Tyrion and Selene drank in the great throne room of Meereen, waiting for Daenerys to tell Daario that he would be left behind. Tyrion sat on a stone step, while Selene stood by the window, watching the fleet in the bay that was now theirs.

"He's not going to take it well," Selene predicted with a swig of her wine.

"Your powers of perception are astounding,"

Selene laughed.

'A priest, a teacher, and a healer," Tyrion said, "They will rule Meereen now."

Selene shook her head, "They will be a council, while Meereen chooses its own leaders."

"A dangerous precedent," Tyrion warned. "If Meereen can choose its leader as the Night's Watch does, than what's to stop Westeros from doing the same?"

"Perhaps they should do the same," Selene said softly.

"Selene…" Tyrion said testily.

"Think of it, uncle," Selene walked toward him, her skirts swirling around her. She went and knelt before the step, looking up at him, "A land where the people decide who rules them. Where they don't suffer under corruption, greed, or madness."

"There will always be corruption, greed, and madness. As long as men live, there will be corruption, greed, and madness."

"Yes, but we can make it easier to stop them."

"Where is this coming from?" Tyrion asked.

Selene looked away, "I'm not sure. I've just been thinking about the wheel that Daenerys wants to break. Is it truly broken if we carry on as before? If we just sit a new person on the Iron Throne? I think Daenerys is the best chance the Seven Kingdoms has for peace," Selene paused, surprised at the words coming out of her mouth, even more surprised that she meant them, "but if your plan is for my son to take the throne after Daenerys is gone, who's to know that he will be a fair ruler? Or his sons and grandsons after him?"

Tyrion was eyeing her carefully, "Get rid of lords and ladies? Of kings and queens?"

Selene shook her head, "Of course not. That would be madness…but limit their power, give the people a voice-"

"This goes against your own interest, you realize that? You want to be the Lady of Storm's End?"

"Of course I do, but-"

"If you let people choose their leaders, then Storm's End could be taken from you. The throne could be taken from Daenerys, or from your future son."

Selene grimaced at that, "We'll have to carefully design-"

Tyrion straightened as footsteps came from the hidden staircase behind the throne that led to the queen's apartments.

"We'll speak of this later," Tyrion whispered. As Daenerys appeared, Selene stood, and Tyrion said, "How did he take it?"

Daenerys frowned, "He made threats," she glanced at Selene, "He said this was your doing."

Selene snorted, "I can't say I'll miss him much." But Selene was distracted by the crown on Daenerys' head. It was wrought in the shape of a three-headed dragon, its coils yellow gold, the wings silver, the heads carved from jade, ivory, and onyx. Selene knew it was a gift she received in Qarth. It looked heavy and uncomfortable. She is preparing herself for Westeros.

"I know it was hard for you," said Tyrion, "You turned away a man that truly loves you because he would have been a liability in the Seven Kingdoms. That's the kind of self-sacrifice that makes for a good ruler, if that's any consolation."

"It's not."

"No, I suppose not." Tyrion looked down at his hands.

"You're terrible at consoling," Selene said.

"Yes, he really is." Daenerys agreed as she sat beside Tyrion.

"I'll try," Selene spread her hands, "What about the fact that we're finally going home. You have your armies, you have your ships-"

"I need more."

"We'll build more," Selene said. She was so close to going home, she couldn't stand the thought of waiting in Meereen a moment longer. "You have your dragons. Everything you ever wanted, since you were old enough to want anything. It's all yours for the taking."

Tyrion gave Daenerys an appraising look, "Are you afraid?"

Daenerys nodded.

"Good. The only people who aren't afraid of failure are madmen like your father."

Daenerys looked up at Selene, "Do you know what frightens me?"

Selene shook her head.

"I said farewell to a man who loves me. A man I thought I cared for," Daenerys' eyes were blank, "And I felt nothing."

She's afraid of turning into her father, Selene realized. She thought of Cersei, of how sometimes when Selene passed a reflective surface, she starts with fear, thinking her mother had somehow followed her to Meereen. Selene would never be able to look at herself without seeing her mother.

"We don't have to turn into them," Selene told Daenerys, "We can be better."

Daenerys stood, "You're as bad at consoling as your uncle."

"For what it's worth, I have been a cynic for as long as I can remember," Tyrion said, "Everyone's always asking me to believe in things. Family, gods, kings, myself…it was often tempting, until I saw where belief got people. So, I said no thank you to belief," he stood on his step, eye-level with Daenerys and Selene, "and yet here I am. I believe in you. It's embarrassing, really," Tyrion fought back a smile, "I would swear you my sword, but I don't actually own a sword."

Daenerys smiled, "It's your counsel I need."

"It's yours," Tyrion swore, "Now and always."

Selene was taken aback. She had never heard Tyrion's voice so resolved, she had never seen his face so awestruck.

"Good." Daenerys reached into her dress and pulled out a pin, "I understand I have you to thank for keeping the peace in Meeren. Well, for the most part. I had this made for you. I'm not sure if it's right, but…" she fastened it to his doublet. When she pulled away, Selene was shocked to see a familiar sigil: a golden hand.

"Tyrion Lannister," Daenerys said graciously, "I name you Hand of the Queen."

Selene felt tears rise to her eyes at the look on Tyrion's face. It was one of true gratitude and admiration, and tears of his own glimmered in his eyes. Finally, Selene thought, Tyrion has been casted out and looked down upon his entire life by everyone, even our own family, simply for being who he is. But here is Daenerys, accepting him, embracing his council, valuing his word.

Tyrion's eyes met Daenerys', and slowly, he bent his knee. Selene remembered him as he was at Joffrey's wedding, when he refused to kneel. There it is, Selene realized, he is now sworn to House Targaryen, no matter what. This is where his loyalties lie now.

What about mine?

Daenerys turned to her, as if reading her thoughts. "Selene."

"When you first came to Meereen, you were my enemy. You told me that if I was asking for blind loyalty, I needed to go elsewhere."

"I remember. You tried to execute me."

Daenerys released a short breath, "I did. You refused to die."

"I have a tendency to do that."

The corners of Daenerys' lips curved up for a moment, but then she grew serious.

"You had a chance to betray me. You could have ridden Rhaegal to the Seven Kingdoms. Nothing was stopping you from reclaiming your ancestral home, rescuing your brother and sister, and bringing justice to those who wronged you. The things that mattered most to you were in your grasp, and yet….You had a chance to betray me," she said again, "but you did not."

She's right, Selene knew, I did not. Why? Selene took a deep breath, "I couldn't leave you."

"I know," Daenerys smiled, "Unlike your uncle, you have a sword. Swear it to me, and I promise you will never live to regret it."

Selene glanced at Tyrion, on bended knee. She looked back to Daenerys. To the girl who freed the men, women, and children of Slaver's Bay. The girl who was responsible for bringing dragons back into the world. The daughter of the Mad King who, against all odds, had become her friend.

To the girl who was the reason Selene had hope again.

This is the price, Selene knew, this has always been the price. For Storm's End, for the stormlands, for justice and peace, for Tommen and Myrcella. Those things are beyond price, and worth more than my pride, or whatever my father's shade would think of me.

Selene unsheathed Stormsbane, the sword her father had made for her. She held it aloft in her hands. Daenerys stared at her, and Selene could see a flicker of doubt in her eyes. She's still not sure what I will do.

Selene laid the sword at Daenerys' feet and knelt.

She slowly lifted her eyes to meet her new queen's. Daenerys held a slim black circlet in her hands.

"Did you think Tyrion would be the only one to receive a gift?" Daenerys cocked a brow, enjoying the look of shock on Selene's face. "If I am to be Aegon the Conqueror reborn, I will need a Visenya. I can think of no one more worthy." She gestured toward the crown, "I had it designed like hers." Selene stared at it, remembering drawings of Visenya's lost crown from her books. The black circlet was a slimmer version of the Conqueror's, but instead of being studded with square rubies, it bore square cuts of black opal, each dark square alternating with wisps of blood red and flecks of bright gold. The circlet was slim, but magnificent. A crown with stones as black as both our houses, the flecks of color switching from Targaryen crimson to Baratheon gold.

Selene's wide eyes found Tyrion's. He wore a small, knowing smile. He knew this whole time. Daenerys had to be sure I would bend my knee for the right reason.

"I Daenerys, First of My Name, Rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, and Mother of Dragons, name you Princess Selene of House Baratheon, Lady of the Stormlands, Dragonrider, and heir apparent." The dragon queen placed the circlet gently on Selene's head. It fit snug over her brow.

"Rise."

Selene rose slowly, tears in her eyes. I'm going home. I'm going to reclaim my father's seat, keep my brother and sister safe, serve justice to those who deserve it, and…seat a good person on the Iron Throne. "Fire and fury."

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Selene nearly committed murder on the spot. It took all the willpower she had to restrain herself. When she spoke, her words were calm and cold.

"Last time I saw you was shortly after my wedding. You commanded Cleos Frey to kneel before his king and queen. You were the loudest and most loyal of my husband's supporters…or so you claimed."

"That was a long time ago," said Theon Greyjoy. Ned Stark's smiling ward seemed to have aged forty years. He had lost over three stone in weight, his skin was pasty, and his hair was white and brittle.

"It was," Tyrion agreed, "and how have things been going for you since then?"

"By the looks of it, not too well," Selene said, aware that he looked like a dead man walking, while she was standing beside a queen with a gleaming circlet on her head, Stormsbane on her hip, and Rhaegal just outside. Perhaps the gods are just after all. Perhaps Theon is the first to receive justice.

Selene's lip curled, "They were children. Boys. How could you-"

"I didn't murder the Stark boys."

Selene was taken aback. He must be lying….but if he's telling the truth, then where are Bran and Rickon? She swallowed, "True or not," Though it is most certainly a lie, "when Robb heard of it…it broke his heart."

Theon looked away, "I didn't murder them, but I did things that were just as bad. Or worse."

"And he paid for them," said the young woman next to him. She was in her mid-twenties, lean and long-legged, with dark eyes and black hair cut short. Her face was thin, with a big, sharp nose, and wind-chafed skin. She was introduced as his sister, Asha Greyjoy.

"It doesn't seem like it," Selene said through grit teeth, "He's still alive. He's still standing, while my husband and good brothers rot beneath the earth."

"It was complicated for you, I'm sure," Tyrion conceded, "Growing up at Winterfell. Not quite knowing who you were. But then, we all live complicated lives."

"You've brought us a hundred ships from the Iron Fleet," Daenerys said, "with men to sail them. In return, I expect you want me to support your claim to the throne of the Iron Islands."

"Not my claim, hers." Theon nodded to his sister. "I'm not fit to rule."

Selene blinked. The Theon I knew would never put anyone before himself, let alone his sister's claim ahead of his own. "We can agree upon that."

"Our Uncle Euron returned home after a long absence, murdered our father, and took the salt throne from Asha. He would have murdered us, if we had stayed.

"I'm told your father was a terrible king," Daenerys said.

"You and I have that in common," Asha hurled back.

Daenerys paused, "We do." She turned to Tyrion, "Will their ships be enough?"

"With the former master's fleet, possibly."

Selene frowned, "There are more than a hundred ships in the Iron Fleet."

"There are," Theon said, "And Euron is building more. He's going to offer them to you."

Daenerys raised a brow, "So why shouldn't I wait for him?"

"The Iron Fleet isn't all he's bringing. He also wants to give you-"

"His big cock, I think he said." Asha interjected, "Euron's offer is an offer of marriage. You won't get one without the other."

"He murdered our father and he would have murdered us. He'll murder you once he gets what he wants."

"Westeros," Tyrion said.

"You don't want the Seven Kingdoms?" asked Daenerys carefully.

"Your ancestors defeated ours and took the Iron Islands," Theon said, "We ask you to give them back."

"And that's all?"

Tyrion turned to Daenerys, "What if everyone starts demanding their independence?"

"She's not demanding, she's asking. The others are free to ask as well."

"Theon Greyjoy broke the last oath he gave." Selene spat, "And that oath was given to a man who loved him as a brother. He betrayed him at the first opportunity. He invaded the kingdom he swore to protect and murdered the brothers of his dearest friend." She looked to Daenerys, "He will betray you, too. First chance he gets."

Daenerys stood, and spoke softly to Selene, "I value your council, Selene, you know I do. But I need their ships. I won't trust them until they prove themselves."

Selene kept her eyes on them, "The ironborn yearn for the return of the Old Way. They look to the Seven Kingdoms and see nothing more than villages to raid, wealth to steal, and women to rape. Their own father rebelled against mine."

Daenerys turned toward the Greyjoys, "My advisor makes an excellent point." She began to make her way down the steps, "You will support my claim as queen of the Seven Kingdoms and respect the integrity of the Seven Kingdoms. No more reaving, roving, raiding, or raping."

Asha frowned, "That's our way of life."

"No more," Daenerys said with a voice like iron.

Asha's eyes flicked to Theon, before settling back to the queen, "No more." Asha Greyjoy extended her arm.

Daenerys took it, and shook.

Selene left the throne room.

We need those ships, she reasoned, and yet a part of her wanted to rip Theon Greyjoy's head from his body for all the pain and suffering he caused to the north, to their cause, and to Robb. Even if what he says is true, even if he did not murder the Stark boys, he broke Robb's heart. He gave the lords a reason to call Robb the King Who Lost the North. Perhaps Roose Bolton would have never turned on them if he didn't think the north lost. That thought made Selene so angry she saw spots.

It was Aegon who found her in the courtyard, battering a wooden man with Stormsbane like her life depended on it.

"Someone's feeling murderous."

Selene blew a stray curl from her eyes. "With good reason." She told him who had just come to swear allegiance to Daenerys.

Aegon looked impressed, "We should have enough ships to take us home."

"Home," Selene felt the word in her mouth. It had been so long since she'd been home. The last time she had seen Westeros, she was stowing away on a ship like a thief, thinking she would never go back. And now I return. I return with an army, a dragon, and as Daenerys' heir.

Selene caught Aegon staring at her circlet, "I'm sorry, Aegon." She said awkwardly, gesturing toward her new crown. She loved it more than she could say, and it was comfortable enough to wear on a battlefield, but she couldn't help feeling guilty. If he's telling the truth, he's the son of Rhaegar Targaryen. If anyone should be her heir, it's him.

Aegon sighed, "My parentage is still questioned. Yours is not. You're a dragonrider, Selene. Your face and name is known in the Seven Kingdoms. The lords and common people of Westeros are more like to join Daenerys with you by her side. No one knows me yet, but they will. I'll prove my worth in Westeros."

Selene smiled, "That's good to hear."

"As a wise woman once said, I can't take this moaning any longer."

She laughed harder than she had in a while, "Well, it was true. I was at my wit's end."

"A thing can't end if it never began," his indigo eyes glinted in the sunlight.

Selene was speechless. Aegon hadn't been this pleasant to be around since he was just Young Griff to her. I didn't realize how much I missed this.

Aegon laughed, "This truly is a first! Is Selene Baratheon speechless at last?"

"Perhaps," she said coyly, "I'm just shocked to see my friend Young Griff again. I have missed him sorely."

Aegon stepped forward, tucking a lose curl behind her ear in a surprisingly tender gesture. He's grown taller, she realized. She had to lift her chin to keep his eye. He was staring at her lips.

"And I have missed Jo."

Selene leaned forward a fraction, but froze at those words. She took a step back. I'm not Jo. I never was.

A low, long horn reverberated off the walls of the Great Pyramid.

Aegon and Selene exchanged a look, both of them knowing what it meant.

Time to set sail.

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Selene stood on the deck of the ship, watching the dragons soar high overhead. They were just shadows, so she could not tell one from the other. Rhaegal and Viserion have grown since I removed their chains. They're nearly as large as Drogon now.

Daenerys stood by her side. "We have a long voyage ahead."

Selene couldn't stop herself from smiling, "But it will be worth it for what's on the other side. Home."

"Home," Daenerys repeated, as if she didn't know what it meant. "I haven't set foot in Westeros since my birth. It's not home to me."

"It will be," Selene reassured her, "Once we get there."

"We," Daenerys' smile reached eyes, "I'm glad you're here with me."

Selene was about to respond, when she saw Varys in the corner of her eye.

"Your Grace, Princess," Varys called. He had sailed to Meereen with Tyrell and Martell ships. They were to meet the families on Dragonstone, and Selene felt that with them on their side, the war was as good as won. "News from Westeros."

When they entered the main cabin, maps spread out on the table, the eyes of the room fell on Selene.

She frowned at the attention. At Aegon, Ser Barristan, Tyrion, the little scribe Missandei, Grey Worm, and even Haldon and Griff where they sat toward the back. "Is something amiss?"

Tyrion's eyes were red. "I'm sorry, Selene."

Feeling her blood go cold, she turned to Varys, "What news?"

Varys looked her in the eyes. "Cersei Lannister has used wildfire to burn the Sept of Baelor, and all the people inside. They were mostly her enemies, some radical members of the Faith, a few Tyrells…"

"Which Tyrells?"

"Ser Loras and Queen Margaery."

"Gods," Selene breathed. She remembered how dashing the Knight of Flowers was, how loyal and devoted he was to her uncle, Renly. She thought of soft, sweet Margaery Tyrell, once her aunt by marriage, and then her sister by marriage. She imagined their flesh melting off their bones, and all because of her mother. "Is that why the Tyrells have joined us?"

"Yes, it is."

Selene thought of Lady Olenna, and how much she loved her grandchildren, and sweet Ser Garlan, her stomach sinking lower, "We will bring my mother to justice for this. My poor brother is no doubt grieving for his bride."

It was then that Varys looked away.

Selene glanced at Tyrion, who bit his lip. I'm sorry, Selene.

She stepped closer to Varys, "How?" she breathed.

"Princess, no one knows-"

"How?"

Varys looked at her sadly, like he had when he once told her that Eleni was being abused, back when she was a young girl claiming her father's throne. "He took his own life. He jumped from his tower window once he saw his wife murdered by his mother's hand."

Selene couldn't have heard correctly. "What?"

"Please don't make me repeat it," Varys begged, "He was so young and innocent…"

Selene stepped back. "You're lying."

"I wish to the gods I was."

Selene looked around the room, begging any of them to laugh, or smile, or tell her that it was just a cruel jape. But no one laughed, or smiled, or said a word.

She looked down to the floorboards of the swaying ship. Or, at least, she thought it was swaying. "If you all will excuse me." No one followed her to the deck.

Selene took a few steps, but stumbled, reaching out with her hands to break her fall. Her breaths came in sharp and ragged. Her brother's face was floating before her. His plump little face, his white blonde curls, his emerald eyes…I was on my way home to you.

She balled her hands into fists and screamed.

From high above, a dragon roared in grief. Selene looked up, seeing Rhaegal swirl around the ship. I could go to King's Landing, right to the Red Keep and…

And what? Selene thought miserably, I have no one to kill for vengeance. Tommen took his own life. My sweet little brother, who should have never even considered a sin so grave, a thought so vile. He stood on a ledge and…

Selene retched. This is what happens when you hope. This is what happens when you care. She stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and went to sit on top of the dragon's head at the front of the ship. It was her favorite spot on the boat, the sting of the salt water felt good on her face, and it felt almost as good as flying on a dragon. Almost.

After what could have minutes, hours, or days, Tyrion joined her.

She felt him approach, and said, "What good is power if you can't protect the ones you love?"

Tyrion tried to lift her spirits, "Myrcella is still safe-"

"Don't," Selene grimaced, "Don't do that. Because then I'll put all my hope in that, and when someone else brings me the news that she's gone I'll-" her throat clenched. "It hurts too much to hope. It hurts too much to care."

"Tommen was a sweet boy, and I loved him with all my heart," Tyrion said. "Once Daenerys sits the throne, the butchering of innocent children will be over."

"The butchering of innocent children is never over."

Varys joined them, "Have you told her about the north?"

"What about the north?"

Tyrion hesitated, "A group of Stark loyalists are gathering their forces, seeking support from the other houses. They mean to take Winterfell back from the Boltons."

Selene turned, looking at them both, "Who leads them?"

"Ned Stark's bastard," said Varys.

Selene laughed bitterly, turning back toward the sea, "Your little birds are singing the wrong song in your ear, Varys."

"My birds sing true, princess," the word princess sounded eerily familiar coming from Varys, "I promise you, the bastard boy has come down from the Wall and is leading a host-"

Selene leapt from the dragon's head and landed on the deck with a thud. The look she gave Varys was poison, "If you keep repeating that lie, I'll-"

"What?" Varys asked, "Feed me to your mount? Listen to me, Selene, for what I say is the truth. It serves all our interests. The boy is not alone, he is joined by the Lady Catelyn and Sansa Stark."

Selene was taken aback, "Catelyn? Sansa?"

Varys nodded, "Littlefinger has not been sitting idle these past few years. He has freed Catelyn from her prison at the Twins, all but rules the Vale in the name of his stepson the little Lord Robert, and now they are preparing to reclaim Winterfell."

Jon can't be alive. I saw him die. I felt him die, "Why are you telling me?"

"Because they will need help."

"What help could I possibly-" she paused, glancing up as a dragon's shadow fell over the ship.

"You love the Starks," said Varys, "The north made you their queen. Catelyn Stark was your good mother, Sansa your sister, and the bastard…" Varys' eyes flashed, and Selene didn't need to be reminded of the letter Varys had intercepted from the fire in her chambers all those years ago. The one that began My Dearest, Jon.

"I can see how it serves my interests," said Selene, "but how does it serve yours?"

"All I do, I do for the safety of the realm, for the good of its people. Say what you will about the Starks, they are good lords. They are just and merciful to their people, and beloved of every northerner. The stories that I hear about this Ramsay Snow…" Varys shivered, "If even half of them are true, then he is a monster. The north needs the Starks, and Daenerys will need a loyal and grateful Warden in the North. Do you understand?"

Selene tensed, "I do." Of course I do. "Varys, I will do this, but you need to do something for me in return."

Varys smiled, "Of course. I live to serve."

"I need your little birds to sing a song for me."

He nodded, "Where?"

"The Twins and the Dreadfort."

Tyrion and Varys exchanged a look.

"And what song would you like them to sing?" Varys asked carefully.

"Every woman and child needs to abandon the castles."

"Selene-" Tyrion warned.

She looked at him, her face calm, "I swore a vow. I made a promise. Kill me, or I will destroy your Houses and wipe your names from history. They did not kill me. They should have. I have no other course."

"You do," Tyrion said, "Mercy."

"This is mercy," Selene turned back to Varys, "Every woman and child, Varys."

Varys hesitated, but bowed his head, "As you will, princess."

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"I will do it."

Selene shook her head, "It needs to be me."

"And why is that?" Daenerys asked, "I'm glad you're a dragonrider, Selene, I truly am, but I should be the first dragonrider in Westeros. They are my children, not yours."

"The northeners don't like outsiders much," Selene told her, "When I journeyed to the Wall, Ned Stark's brother all but hated me, and that was simply because I was from the south. You are a Targaryen, and the northerners haven't forgotten what your father did to Rickard and Brandon Stark before my father's war. They once crowned me their queen, they will listen to me…"

"They did," Daenerys agreed, "and what if they offer you that crown again?"

Selene couldn't hide her hurt, "Do you have any faith in me at all?"

Daenerys was silent. They were standing underneath the stars on the prow of the ship. Selene stepped forward and took Daenerys' hands, "I laid my sword at your feet. I knelt. You know what that meant to me."

The stony façade crumbled, and Daenerys looked ashamed, "I do. I'm sorry, Selene. You are the Dowager Queen of the north. Some may ask you to wear the crown again."

"And if they do, I will refuse them. Let me go speak on your behalf. Let me win Winterfell for the Starks, for a House that will be grateful and loyal to the last. I will tell them that they have only one person to thank for their victory. You."

Daenerys gave her an appraising look. "You will go to Winterfell, and then Dragonstone?"

Selene hesitated, "I had a couple of stops in mind."

Daenerys nodded. She knows. Of course she knows. "Make sure only the guilty suffer."

"I will."

"This bastard that leads the northern forces…this wouldn't happen to be the same man you once loved?"

Selene shook her head, "Jon Snow is dead. I saw him die. Varys' birds are wrong." But if they're not…A tiny spark of hope flickered in Selene's chest.

The dragon queen hesitated, so Selene added, "I wasn't there for Tommen. There was nothing I could do, but now…I have to help them. Please, Daenerys."

After a tense moment, she nodded. "Remember, Selene. I need you to come back. I need you to marry a Targaryen."

Selene heard what Daenerys was saying beneath her words. It doesn't matter if Jon is alive or not. You need to marry Aegon. You are my heir. That was the deal.

There's no risk of that, Selene knew, I felt the blades, I saw the blood pool in the snow, I saw the light leave his eyes. This is for Catelyn and Sansa, and for Robb's memory.

Selene nodded, and made a move to leave.

"Selene?"

She turned. Daenerys wore a small smile. "Give them hell."

"I'll give them more than that." Neither of them had to say it. They already knew.

Fire and fury.

Author's Note

Game of Thrones is over! No matter what you think of the final season (and trust me, I have my issues too), it's still one of the greatest television shows ever made. I can't wait for the books (come on, GRRM), but in the meantime, at least we all have fanfiction to hold on to.

Thank you to everyone for your views and reviews.

Zabuzas Girl: Thank you! And we shall see!

Hear My Fury: Thank you so much! And in light of the show, I think my ending is going to be a bit happier.

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WrathofAvarice: Oh 100%, That's the beauty of fanfiction.

RagingRaven: I agree in a lot of ways. Thank you so much, that means a lot.

Lancepm: All your ideas are so interesting. I think I have an idea on what my next story will be. Hope you will be interested.

Desert: I have seen it. Definitely going to change what I didn't like. But some plot points will stay the same, but hopefully develop more gradually/believably.

Serenity10116: Thank you so much! Hopefully you liked the scene you suggested!

Winter kiss: Fire and fury!

J Master 87: That means the world to me. Yeah, I think the last season crumbled under the compression of the season, but hopefully this story will be help. It's definitely helping me, haha.

Tessa: Interesting! You're not alone.

Tam: Good idea!

Brianna: Perhaps!

Guest: You're not the only one who thinks that! We shall see. And good point about Selene swearing anything…

RHatch89: Thank you!

GOT FAN: A few things will be the same, but a lot will change. And hopefully develop more gradually.