"Jon, come in. Take a seat," Harry says to him as soon as he announces himself at the tent entrance.
Since the birth of the dragons, he has not had an opportunity to speak with Harry. His focus has only been on Dany and their new "children". They have spoken and they know what they want to do. However until the dragons grow, they cannot do it alone.
"Thank you, Harry," he answers, taking a seat in front of the commander's desk.
"It has been an… interesting past few days," Harry says with a chuckle, handing him a goblet of wine, which he graciously accepts.
"You could say that," he agrees. "The number of men trying to see the dragons, they act more like young boys than grown men at times," he chuckles.
Harry smiles, most likely have seen the pure giddiness and childlike wonder the men carried.
"Well dragons were things of legends, stories told to young boys, now your wife has proved them real and it begs the question what else might be as well."
"You are right. Maybe someone will soon tell me giants and white walkers are real," he says and they both laugh at the impossibility.
There is a comfortable silence as they both take a drink of their wine. He knows however that he is going to be the one to break it.
"You kneeled, Hary," He says calmly, never looking away from his commander.
Another drink is had before the man can answer.
"I did," he accepts, looking at his goblet. "How can you not when you see a young woman emerge from an inferno, completely unscathed and covered only by three small dragons," another drink, "awe, wonder, fear…. All three things run through your veins at such a sight, enough to bring a man to his knees."
He can see it was not just that. Harry has not forgotten the original company's goals and beliefs. He has kept the core values of the company alive and going against them was going to be hard.
"I may not be a Targaryen bastard like our founder, but I was raised as one," he reminds him. "I know what most of these men have felt, what the Blackfyres must have felt. Dany has lived her life on the run and has known hunger, pain, and scorn, and no other king or Queen can claim to know that."
"I know, Jon," Harry sighs. "And you have proven yourself more than anyone worthy of my trust. But the code, the company… How do we join those the founder hated? How to forgo our deals to do what you and your wife wish when in reality you have nothing to offer?"
There is a moment of silence as he takes a moment to think before answering Harry's concerns.
"You are right, we do not possess gold, nor armies nor lands. But we do have dragons and you know very well our word means more than gold," he starts. "Dany and I will take us all home, Harry. We will make this word better and we will make sure people like us do not have to go through what we have," he pauses letting his words sink in, "A dragon is meant to take you home and between Dany and me, we promise we will," he vows to his commander.
Harry appears deep in thought, standing and looking down at the map upon his desk. A map a Westeros, not Essos.
"We do not have enough men…" Harry says not looking up from the map. He fights back a smile but even Harry is unable to do so.
"We recruit more," he says standing as well.
"The men will not want to join other sellswords," Harry argues.
"Then not sellswords. What about the Unsullied? Even the Dothraki fear them. We can free those men and recruit them to our forces."
"That might work. But we will need gold to pay for them," Harry agrees after a moment of thought.
"I think you misunderstood me, Harry. Daenerys and I do not want to buy the Unsullied, we want to free them. Them and anyone else who is forced to be in chains," he tells him, causing the man's head to snap up.
"End slavery? Are you mad?"
He shrugs looking at the continent that rightfully belongs to him.
"Perhaps. Perhaps all Targaryens are a bit mad. But in the better world, the one my wife and I want to rule and eventually raise our children, there will be no people in chains, literal or figurative," he says looking up to face Harry.
"Very well," he agrees with a smirk. "But first I believe you need something."
The commander walks away from the table towards a trunk near his bed. The man retrieves something from within and brings it toward the table.
"A king needs a blade, a proper one," Harry quickly clarifies before he can argue. "And I believe there is a no better fitting blade for our King than this."
The commander hands the wrapped blade to him and slowly he peels back the cloth. He nearly drops it as the pommel is revealed and he realizes what blade this is.
"Blackfyre…" he says in awe as he pulls the blade out of its scabbard.
"You were not born one but you were raised one. Never forget that and never forget that you are fighting for the rest of us who were," Harry tells him.
He puts the blade back before embracing his friend. After a moment he pulls back and Hary drops down to his knee.
"I Harry Strickland pledge myself and the entire Golden Company to the rightful rulers, King Jaehareys and Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen," he pledges. "We are at your command."
"Rise, Harry," and he does so. "My Queen and I graciously accept your pledge. Prepare the men. We march in three days. It is time we gather a larger army and ships to transport them back home," he orders.
"And the elephants?"
As if summoned, the giant beasts trumpet loudly throughout the camp.
"I am the Father of Dragons, not elephants. I will leave them under your discretion," He says with a chuckle.
"We are truly doing this we are going to go home," Harry says.
"Aye, and it will be with fire and blood."