Do not take me for a fool
Manaerys feels pity for Tyrion, giving him an encouraging smile, but a grim face is all she gets in return.
The answer from the Reach is not good. Vysenera sees Daenerys and Missandei's expressions change into worried ones, as they approach the little group of people on the beach.
'What is it?' Daenerys asks, Vysenera giving an encouraging nod at Tyrion. 'We took Casterly Roc.'
Dany is angry. Manaerys can see it. She and her sister follow closely, Vysenera muttering under her breath that Dany better stay calm or else. Their niece has a tendency to get furious and say hurtful things, not thinking about the consequences.
Yes, Tyrion made a mistake, but everything has worked out so far. Ofcourse at some point there will be setbacks.
'You still have the largest army.' 'Who won't be able to eat, because Cersei has taken all the food from the Reach!'
'We have a plan. It is still the right plan.' Dany seems to spit fire at that, stopping in her tracks and turning to her Hand.
Manaerys has stopped next to him, refusing to back down. He has been good to them, and she will not allow her niece to snap at him, she will not allow it.
'The right plan?!' Vysenera whispers her niece's name in warning, Jon Snow looking at the eldest Velaryon in shock.
'Your stragety has cost us Dorne, the Iron Islands and the Reach.' Tyrion sighs and looks down, but Manaerys knows no matter what he says, it will not be good enough.
'If I have underestimated our enemy...' 'Our enemy? Your family you mean.' Dany snaps back, glare trained on her Hand.
'Enough of the clever plans. I have three full-grown dragons. I will burn the Red Keep down with Cersei in it.'
'Do not forget two of those dragons do not follow your command.' Manaerys says, the contempt clear in her voice. 'If you want to go and kill innocent people, be my guest. Go ahead and act like the spoiled brat that you are.'
Daenerys gets redder and redder and than just explodes. 'That is rich, coming from you.'
'Daenerys!' Vysenera snaps. Enough is enough. Daenerys looks at her oldest niece, and she can see she has gone too far. 'What are you saying, Dany?' Manaerys says, circling around her niece. She seems very much like a dragon right now, ready to pounce.
'Are you implying this is our fault?' Manaerys' voice is filled with poison, daring her niece to say something.
'Had you not agreed to this plan...' 'Do not forget who backs you up and allows you to sit on the throne.' Vysenera bites out, lips curled back in disgust. 'Do not disrespect us or your Hand, Daenerys. Do not forget two of those dragons belong to us and they do not listen to you.'
Daenerys has fallen silent, Vysenera's gaze boring into her niece's. The khaleesi blinks and almost feels ashamed, as the oldest Velaryon starts walking away, her younger sister following her.
'Vysenera! Manaerys!' Daenerys calls out, but Manaerys keeps on walking. Vysenera stops in her tracks, her eyes veiled.
'Do what you want, Daenerys. But do not come crying when it goes wrong.'
It is the first time Daenerys feels her nieces do not agree with her decision. So she goes alone to the Reach.
But it keeps nagging in the back of her mind.
What if she had listened?