Arya Stark
After eating the last piece of meat and drinking the last drop of juice, Arya decided that she needed to sleep, she walked out of the great hall where the king and Jon were talking about what to do next with them, just a boring conversation.
She immediately noticed the sound of steps behind her, someone was following her, she turned around and saw nothing more than darkness, she could feel the presence. "Show yourself! Why are you following me?!" she asked as she tightened the grip on Needle's hilt.
"A girl has a good ear, impressive." A man with a inexpressive face walked out from the shadows, he had brown hair and some white strands in the right side, his presence made Arya feel insecure.
"What do you want?" she asked trying to look and sound calm.
The man slowly walked forward looking bigger and bigger. "A man has come to make an offer to Syrio Forel's apprentice."
"Did you know him?" she asked naively.
"Every man in Braavos knew Syrio Forel, but now the many faced god has claimed his life…" the man coldly replied. "A girl wants to protect her family, a girl has abilities that the common people doesn't have." His eyes were piercing her like a knife.
"Speak clearly! I don't have all night if you want to hurt me then you'll learn how is to fight a water dancer!" she spat unsheathing Needle.
"Leave this city with me before dawn, come with me and get more power than you'll ever have, a girl will be able to avenge her family." The man said.
"Jon will avenge my family and I will help him, there's no way for me to leave him alone." She said trying to look secure.
"And what will happen if Jon Snow needs protection?" the man asked.
The memory of her father being executed returned then, she just watched as Ilyn Payne cut his head off with Ice, she wasn't strong enough then, she wasn't strong enough now to protect Jon or Jory. She needed to make a decision.
"A girl is doubtful, a girl should make a decision before dawn." The man interrupted her thoughts.
She wanted to protect Jon, she wanted to help Jon, but she didn't want to be a burden she wanted to fight side by side with him, she wasn't a Lady like her aunt Lyanna.
The man turned to leave when she finally decided. "Wait! I'll go with you!" she said.
The man's lips curled up subtly then. "A girl must be in the main gate before dawn then."
She nodded and the man disappeared between the shadows.
Jon Snow
The journey towards Yunkai was long, but he found a good companion with Daario Naharis, though he kept some distance, the man was a sellsword after all. ' I'm a sellsword now too' he thought. Jory got used to talk with the men and used to ride in the rear with his friends Harlon and Mordak.
"There you go again, my friend!" Daario's voice brought him back to the dessert where they were riding.
"What?... What did I do?" he was taken aback by the question.
"You are always brooding like an old man, your brows are always furrowed" Daario laughed loudly.
"I always do it, since I was a child, my unc… friend Arthur said that my father did the same" Jon explained.
"You don't need to tell me that, boy." Daario chuckled and gave him a friendly smile that showed his golden tooth. "Is a tradition there in the West to knight boys that haven't even killed a hundred men?" Daario asked.
Jon just shook his head and chuckled, "You get knighted after showing great honor and devotion for the people, when you act with bravery." He replied.
"Honor, bravery, fuck that" Daario spat to the ground. "I grew up in the fighting pits, I earned my freedom fighting and killing, I never needed honor."
"I guess that we come from different worlds, my friend" Jon said and gave him a friendly smile that Daario returned.
"You're young… How old are you?" Daario asked.
He stopped thinking about his age after Robb's wedding, but he quickly counted the moons that passed. "I'm eighteen"
"You look older than that, I see that you have fought some battles." The sellsword replied as he pointed to the scar crossing Jon's eye. "Do you have more like that one? Women love scars here!"
"I'm not proud of the way a earned them" Jon said looking down.
"You're a good knight, maybe you can be a good king" the sellsword hinted.
Maybe Jon opened too much his eyes or mouth, but his reaction made Daario burst in laughter.
"So it's true then, that's why your friend in Yermak paid me so much to protect you, I'm no fool boy, my men heard about a knight with a wolf and a Dragon, I noticed that we had a big fucking bird following us since we left the city."
Jon was astonished, "What will we do when we arrive at Yunkai?" he asked trying to change the topic.
"Aah, your aunt knows that we are sellswords she will try to buy us and we will change sides, my friend." Daario said looking at the hilt of his stiletto.
"And what if they don't want to change sides?" Jon asked jerking his head towards the other captains.
"A good sellsword always choose the wining side, I don't plan to fight the Unsullied, eunuchs with nothing to loose, like statues, I have a cock and pretend to use it." Daario replied.
"Then we make them our prisoners?" Jon asked and made Daario laugh.
"There will be no consequences if we kill them, we are sellswords, and I personally fight for gold and love. " The man said with a hand on his chest. "I have slept with many women, thousands I could say, but a dragon, I have never slept with one, maybe I'll visit your aunt." Daario jested but immediately noticed that Jon was furious. "or maybe I'll visit you." He kept joking as always.
Jon just smiled, Daario wasn't the kind of person for a queen.
Yunkai
The Yellow city was getting ready for the battle, the wise masters hired three companies, The Stormcrows, the Second sons and the Wolf pack each one leaded by formidable warriors from every part of the world. Three thousand riders hired to fight against a khalasar and, at least, eight thousand Unsullied. Jon noticed immediately the anxiety among the sellswords. They had their reasons, they were a small force outside the walls, the wise masters denied the access to the city, only their five thousand slave warriors could go in and out if the city.
Daario invited him to the meeting with the captains of the companies, there were many experienced men in the tent, each one with scars of a thousand battles. 'just like me' he thought trying to get confidence. He thought about Caraxes, he sent him to the woods were he would be safe and unnoticed to the rest of the people, at least for now, with each day that passed the dragon grew larger just like Ghost and Lady.
"I bloody hate sieges, lucky for us they will butcher us before starting a siege!" Galvart Snow, the commander of the wolf pack jested and many men laughed, even Jon himself.
"This cunts want us to fight outside of the city." Mero, the Titan's bastard said, the captain of the second sons made the worst decisions, the company was totally discredited by its leader's choices, a brute from head to toes.
"We should organize a parley with the Dragon queen, we should see what she can offer to us." Daario said, his fellow captains looked at him inquiringly, Jon thought that they were ready to kill his 'friend'. Friend, Daario became his friend during the journey? He couldn't trust a man who fights for love and gold, but Daario showed him that he was a human just like him, not s rat like most people think about sellswords.
"Naharis is right, as captain of the Wolf Pack I support his idea." Galvart Snow said, his long beard made him look like a bear with green eyes, a northman for sure.
Prendahl na Ghezn and Sallor the bald were ready to argue when Jory interrupted the council. "The unsullied are here and the dragon queen wishes to talk with the captains." He said in an apologetic tone because if the interruption.
"It seems like your wishes became true, Naharis." Prendahl growled crossing is arms and laying back on the chair.
Daenerys Targaryen
The sellsword camp was filled with anxiety and mistrust in the coming battle, Dany noticed immediately and she felt her guts shaking because if the nervousness, each way she looked at she saw men sharping blades and saddling horses, but what surprised her the most was a gigantic beast, a wolf, a white wolf, its red eyes looking directly at her showing its teeth making her silver stumble.
Ser Jorah unsheathed his sword, ready to protect her when a whilst made the beast fall back, after that a young, but manly voice emerged from the main tent where the captains were talking.
"Ghost, come here boy." The young man said and the beast obeyed immediately, he was a handsome man with black short hair and dark eyes, he had a long face and had an angry or upset expression, Dany couldn't decide which one was, but it softened immediately when he patted the beast's head and caressed its whit fur, she noticed that a second wolf was next to the man watching carefully to the caravan of her court members.
"By the gods!" Ser Jorah exclaimed, "How did two direwolfs made their way to Essos?" the Bear knight asked surprised.
"Direwolfs, Ser Jorah?" she asked confused.
"Yes khaleesi, direwolfs, magic beasts of the north, they can grow as bigger as a small horse, there are supposed to be ferocious." The knight responded.
"Like my dragons" she said and Ser Jorah Nodded.
After climbing down of her silver she tightened her Vambraces laces and made sure that her dagger was in its scabbard, then she walked towards the tent with Rhaella and Missandei by her side, walking a few steps ahead were Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah, Ser Oswell walkes behind with Grey Worm.
The young man stepped aside with his wolfs in order to let them in, he made a subtle bow to show some respect, but he never took away his gaze from her, she could feel it.
"Ah! Welcome Dragon Queen we have been blessed with such a good looking company." A man with blue hair talked, he was a good looking man, his eyes were as blue as the sea.
"You are in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, rightful heir to the Iron Throne, rightful queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First men, protector of the Seven Kingdoms and Astapor, the mother of dragons, the unburnt Khaleesi, the Breaker of Chains." Missandei presented her with her solemn voice to the captains.
One by one the captains introduced themselves, Daario Naharis, Prendahl na Ghez, Salor the bald, Galvart Snow and Mero.
"Speak clearly dragon bitch!, What do you want from us?" Prendahl asked in a very rude way.
She cleared her throat before speaking, she needed to sound like a queen but without sounding too delicate, 'I must be Visenya' she thought for herself.
"Captains what I want is going to be beneficial for each one of us, I offer you more than what the Wise masters offer you." She said looking them into the eyes, "You just need to fight for me, You'll save your lives and your men lives if you accept my proposal" she slowly walked forward to the tent's center. "If not, you're all going to die for a couple of slavers that make you camp outside of the city walls."
After that the tent was flooded with the sound of murmurs. "Yes… No… and Yes again"
"What can you offer us to change sides, girl" Sallor asked.
"I have brought the finest wine of the Arbor as a present for you and your men." She replied secure of herself.
"Then we shall considerate your offer… I trust that you have some gold to offer too." Mero said.
"How dare you!" Ser Jorah spat bitterly at the Titan's bastard.
"The bear knight should remain silent!" Mero grasped his sword hilt menacingly but a formidable arm stopped his from unsheathing it. The young man of the entrance was there to stop the despicable sellsword. "Fuck off, boy! I will smash your head like a nut!" he warned, but the lad remained there.
"Please, please you should calm down, my friend" Daario Naharis said with his mocking voice.
"Why is the boy here anyway, Naharis? This is a captains meeting!" Prendahl asked.
"wherever I go the boy comes with me, my friend, be careful with how you treat him" Daario Naharis warned his fellow captain. Then he walked closer to Dany and grasped her hand to kiss it, his blue eyes looking directly at her amethysts making her feel strange. "Even if we go with the dragon queen"
"You have time to consider my offer, but make no mistake ,captains, the Unsullied won't show mercy to the enemy tomorrow" she warned and left the tent between murmurs.
Rhaella Targaryen
Rhaella felt proud of her daughter, her little girl now wore an armor and spoke with men that could kill her with no effort, but she looked stronger than ever, a warm smile formed on her face. But just one thing disturbed her thoughts after reaching the captains tent.
The young sellsword with wolfs, direwolfs, that was no coincidence at all, or maybe it was just her silly thoughts of a grandmother who missed her family and her home. She sat behind her daughter and her knights, hide at simple view just to observe the boy, he looked older, but wasn't much older than Dany.
His black and subtle curly hair was a mystery for her, just common hair, but his long face and dark eyes were another thing, those grey eyes were so dark that they looked black, she knew that it was the Stark coloring, but she only met a man with such darkness in the eyes, dark eyes that only transmitted melancholic thoughts, and furrowed brows. 'You'll get old if you keep brooding like that, silly boy' she thought and immediately froze, her hands were shaking and her insides twisted, what a horrible joke.
She said the same words to a man with dark eyes, dark indigo eyes, so dark that they look almost black. 'My prince… My Rhaegar… My dragon… My boy' each thought and memory fell upon her like an avalanche. She had enough of the gods cruelty, she couldn't say anything to anyone until she could confirm the boy's identity, she needed to know if he was her grandson, Rhaegar's son, Lady Lyanna's son. 'The true heir to the Iron Throne' she whispered for herself as she kept her gaze fixed on the boy.
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Jon Snow
A man like 'Jon Snow' or 'Aemon Targaryen' couldn't give himself the luxury if thinking about his family, both were practically alone in this world, both of them because of schemes and treason. But his Aunt's determination made him think about his family anyways, she was the prettiest woman that he had ever seen, her silver mane shone with the sunlight, and she looked like he imagined Visenya Targaryen when he heard the story of Aegon and his sisters.
And his grandmother, a beautiful woman, it was clear that his aunt Daenerys inherited her beauty, but somehow the woman looked disturbed and nervous, he saw the woman's lips moving very subtly, she was talking to herself and made him feel nervous, her amethysts were fixed on him, but Jon felt sure enough to say that she wouldn't recognize him, he didn't had any resemblance to his sire, or at least that was what he said for himself every day since he learned the truth about his parents.
"Hey! Are you listening, boy?" Daario asked him taking him out of his abstraction moment.
His hand was on the hilt of his Arak and he was walking towards Prendahl with only one intention and Jon recognized it immediately, as soon as he noticed it Daario was cutting Prendahl's head off, it rolled on the ground distracting Sallor the bald enough for Jon to make a clean cut with Longclaw, the valiryan steel sword slashed through meat and bone making Sallor's head roll on the ground too. Both bodies fell hard on the ground making the distinctive tone of a corpse.
Daario bent down and picked up the heads placing them on a sack, then he turned to see Jon who was trying to move the bodies. "Come, my friend, we have an offer to make, leave the bodies there we don't need to give explanations." He said and walked out of the tent.
Jon immediately ran after the sellsword, he quickly deduced that they were walking towards Daenerys camp, 'smart bastard' he thought as he saw Daario hide behind a tent, two unsullied were guarding the perimeter and they easily knocked the out, the Unsullied were good fighters in group, but alone they were just like any foot soldier.
The armor was little uncomfortable, but they couldn't reach his aunt's tent without them, he saw Unsullied standing like statues and Dothraki warriors talking and laughing, and then he saw a few Westerosi knights talking with some freedmen.
They opened the back of the tent with knifes and walked in, three young girls were there, taking care of his aunt while a fourth one was talking to her about her accent.
"You have an accent, your grace, but the Dothraki tongur is one of the hardest tongues to learn" the girl said respectfully.
A sigh surprised him but Daario immediately covered the handmaid's mouth and put a knife on her throat. Jon quickly grabbed the other handmaid, but didn't used the knife to threatening the girl.
The third girl dropped a bowl after noticing their presence in the Queen's tent and almost screamed but Daario controlled the situation.
"Oh no no no, don't scream, my lady, or we will cut their throats" Daario's voice was disturbing and Jon saw how the girls were pissing themselves in a very literal way.
"Take us to your queen, please" Jon asked to the girl and she obeyed immediately.
They walked to another room where he saw his aunt and her translator and counselor, they were laughing until they saw them entering, the girl almost screamed, but Daenerys stopped her.
"Show yourselves, cowards" she calmly said, she looked so serene.
Then both proceeded to take off their helmets revealing their identities.
His aunt smiled subtly a got up from her bed then, "So you were the brave warriors sent to kill me, a poor little girl" she jested making Jon smile.
"I'm afraid that you're wrong, your grace" Daario said more respectful than ever and made a signal to Jon.
He grabbed the sack tied to his belt and emptied in front of his aunt, both heads fell at her feet.
"Then, you're killers and traitors" she said looking directly at Jon's eyes.
"You're wrong again, Your grace, these men were planning to rape you and killing you." Jon said with an apologetic tone, his eyes were fixed on the ground now. "They ordered us to do it"
"And you didn't had a choice?" she asked with certain scepticism.
"We are sellswords, we always have a choice" Daario replied with his common pride.
"We came here to serve you, our swords are yours and our lifes too" Jon said kneeling in front of the beautiful girl. Daario imitated the action.
"And how can I trust you… I'm afraid that I don't know your name." she said making Jon nervous, lie or telling the truth, was the risk worthy?.
"My name is Jon Snow, your grace, a northern knight fallen in disgrace, let me give you this city to probe that we trustworthy." He said and noticed how the queen's eyes opened as wide as a window, he looked at his feet immediately.
"Are you sure that that's the way you want to prove your loyalty, Ser?" she said quite confused.
"It is what needs to be done, your grace" he said.
"Then you shall go, but I'll sent some of my men with you" she offered.
Daario then intervened for Jon "Every help that we can get will be welcomed."
"So be it, Irri, call for my Queensguard right now" Daenerys ordered and the girl obeyed with blind trust, "Now tell me, how do you plan to take this city?" she asked.
"Very simple your grace…" Daario's voice rang in Jon's ears, he didn't understand anything, he did the right thing telling the truth?.