Sister's Keeper
Edited By xXFallenSakuraXx52
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Chapter 41: The Aftermath
It has been a few days since the attack of the Danzak pit. The Small Council taking control of the city, as the Unsullied and Second Sons patrol the streets. The Gates sealed, and the ships were docked as investigations began with checking the papers from other cities. They were in search of anyone who has custody of a Harpy mask. A majority of the Meereenese allowed the search and seizure. However, it does not stop the rumors that Daenerys was missing and Alysanne was heavily wounded.
In the Apex of the Great Pyramid, Alysanne laid in bed on her stomach as a Blue Grace, one of the healers, has been treating the dragoness. She received two wounds, one being a deep slash across her back, and another penetrated her left shoulder that went down her upper arm. The scalemail, though made of gold and not crafted for battle has saved her life. Except, she lost a lot of blood, due to the genetics of being a product of incest. One Ser Barristan is aware of since he knew Queen Rhaella was frail that any injury she received bled longer.
A lot of guilt has been passed around in how the attack happened. Ser Barristan and Daario secured the pit, having the Unsullied check each person who entered, examining each bag, so no weapons than the ones that were the gladiators were allowed. The Older Knight declared that someone from the Danzak Pit, a Pit Master, must have smuggled the masks and weapons in, and opened the entrances that allow the Harpies to enter when the attack transpired. So, the Second Sons investigated it, finding that one Pit Master from the Lower Pits was missing, Yezzan zo Gazzag.
Currently, the Small Council was in the Audience Hall trying to figure out what to do. With Queen Alysanne in critical condition and Princess Daenerys still missing…the city was at the brink of chaos. Tyrion sat on the middle platform of the steps looked down at Daario and Jorah. Both men who loved two women, and would fight and die for them. Two sellswords, one being Tyroshi and the other a dishonorable Westerosi Knight.
"You love them, don't you?" Tyrion noted.
Both men looked at him.
"How could you not? Of course, it's hopeless for the both of you." Tyrion said. "A sellsword from the fighting pits, a disgraced knight. Neither one of you is a fit consort for a queen. But we always want the wrong woman."
"Does he always talk so much?" Daario asked Jorah.
Jorah nodded. Hearing footsteps, he looked up seeing Missandei aiding Grey Worm into the room. The Commander of the Unsullied leaned against the translator, having color in his skin though still weak, as the bandages around his torso indicated it so.
"Jorah the Andal," Grey Worm greeted.
"Torgo Nudho," Jorah replied back.
"He should not be here," Grey Worm said.
"No, but he is," Daario countered.
"Our queen ordered him exiled from city," Grey Worm reminded.
"Our queen would be dead if not for him," Daario informed.
"It's true. And I would be dead if not for the…" Missandei paused looking at Tyrion. "…little man."
"Dwarf. I believe that's the word," Tyrion corrected in Valyrian. "Apologies. My Valyrian is a bit nostril."
"A bit rusty (Punila)," Missandei corrected.
"Punila." Tyrion repeated, "Thank you."
Jorah rubbed his eyes and pinched the brim of his nose. Exhausted since no one is sure what to do. He rather guard Alysanne, either by her side or at the door. However, Ser Barristan banded him once the Queen was treated. As the older knight made the promise that Jorah will never be alone with her again. It pained him seeing the agony his love is going through. Also, the fact he did not protect her that caused her suffering.
"I am sorry," Grey Worm apologized. "Sorry I not there to fight for our queen."
"You missed a good scrap," Daario assured.
"None of that matters now," Jorah said, standing up, "The longer we sit here bantering, the longer Alysanne's enemies are gaining strength and Daenerys is out there in the wilderness."
"He's right," Tyrion said. "The dragon headed north. If we're going to find her, that's where we'll have to go to."
"We?" Jorah asked. "You're a Lannister. The queen intends to remove your family from power."
Tyrion stood up, "And I intend to help her do it."
"You've been here for how many days now? I fought for them for years." Jorah said.
"You betrayed them," Tyrion accused.
"Careful now," Jorah warned.
"And she exiled you. Twice, I believe," Tyrion added.
"The second time thanks to you," Jorah said.
"Don't blame me for your crimes, Mormont," Tyrion yelled.
Daario stood up standing between the two, "He's right. Our queen exiled Jorah. And he's right. Jorah saved her life. Perhaps Alysanne feels differently about him now, perhaps not. The only way we'll know is if we ask her."
"Fine, fine. I supposed he can join us. Just as long as he promises not to kill me in my sleep," Tyrion conceded.
"If I ever kill you, your eyes will be wide open," Jorah promised.
"You're not in King's Landing, Lannister," a weak female voice joined the conversation.
Everyone looked up at the top of the stairs where Alysanne entered the room leaning against Ser Barristan who was helping her stand. She was in her evening robes, bandages wrapped around her upper body, and her left arm in a sling. She was pale from the blood loss and was weak. And yet she musters up the energy to come down to talk to them instead of recovering. Ser Barristan guided Alysanne to the ebony bench to sit down in order to conserve her energy.
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Alysanne's POV
Once I sat on the bench, I looked down at my Small Council. I felt tired and sore; however, I will not stand by and let my council makes decisions for me. Ser Barristan already informed me about the search and seizure, to which I accept. There is somebody out there with enough money to attack the Great City of Meereen. These Sons of the Harpy's and their mercenary allies attacked everybody. Not just me and my army, but every class of Meereenese citizen. Peace was being forged, and the immediate assumption that the Sons of the Harpy were of the Great Masters and Born Free Meereenese. So, this attack is to stir up conflict between the freemen and the Meereenese.
"My Queen, I am sorry for not being there to protect you." Grey Worm apologized.
"You were injured, you are not at fault," I assured. "There is nothing to forgive."
Grey Worm nodded.
"How long has it been since Daenerys's absence?" I asked.
"Two days, Your Grace," Missandei answered.
I sighed, "She is not properly bonded with Drogon. He must have taken her somewhere where he believes she will be safe. Give her three more days, if she doesn't arrive, we'll go after her."
"Your Grace, you are in no condition to travel," Ser Barristan said.
"I must, she is my sister," I said.
"He's right," Tyrion said. "The scalemail may have prevented you from dying, but those lacerations will take weeks, maybe months to heal along with the risk of infection. Daario and I will go searching for Daenerys."
All eyes turned to Tyrion.
"Forgive me, but why would I bring you?" Daario asked.
"Pardon me?" Tyrion replied.
"Have you ever tracked animals in the wilderness?" Daario asked.
"Not precisely, but I have other skills that would be useful," Tyrion answered.
"Can you fight?" Daario continued.
"I have fought. I don't claim to be a great warrior."
"Are you good on a horse?"
"Middling."
"So mainly you talk," Daario concluded.
"And drink. I've survived so far."
"Which I respect, but you would not help me on this expedition. You could help us here in Meereen, though. The Queen is in recovery, and none of us have experience governing a city except for you two." Daario said addressing both Jorah and Tyrion.
Since Jorah used to be Lord of Bear Island, he had some experience before his exile. Although Tyrion having been Hand of the King for running a city and the Seven Kingdoms have better skills.
"You want to prove your value to the queen? Prove it right here in Meereen," Daario said.
"He's a foreign dwarf that barely speaks the language. Why would the Meereenese listen to him?" Jorah asked.
"They wouldn't," I said. "While I still recover, I know the people will listen to Grey Worm and Missandei."
"I'll come with him," Grey Worm insisted. "I'll find our princess."
Missandei placed her hand on the Unsullied shoulder, "You are not strong enough to go anywhere."
"I am," Grey Worm disagreed.
"He is." Daario agreed. "He's the toughest man with no balls I ever met."
Grey Worm gave Daario a look, one that could kill if that were possible. I would have chuckled, yet I was too exhausted to care.
"But you still can't go," Daario continued. "The people believe in you. They know you speak for the queen."
"It's true," Missandei agreed. "Only the Unsullied can keep the peace in Meereen." She looked at Grey Worm. "If you leave, half the city will consume the other half."
"And Missandei. Our queen trusts no one more than Missandei." Daario added. "Certainly not me."
I nodded in agreement. I still don't trust Daario, but right now he is proving himself as an advisor for the Small Council.
"The Queens closes confidant, the commander of the Unsullied, and a foreign dwarf with a scarred face," Daario said, then looked at me. "Good fortune, my queen. Meereen is ancient and glorious," he then leaned over to Tyrion. "Try not to ruin her."
"Let's wait three days to be sure Daenerys needs help," I reminded. "As much as you itch for adventure."
Daario nodded, "I'll get my supplies ready just in case."
I nodded. Soon all eyes were on Jorah and me, the elephant in the room. We were in a predicament since I had banished Ser Jorah twice from the city. Twice he returned, as he competed in the Great Games. Fought, killed, and willing to die for me to set a point. If he hadn't, it's most likely I would have been killed in the Danzak pit or succumbed to more wounds with a crippling effect. Even when Viserion was guarding me, the golden dragon allowed Jorah to carry me to a healer. Therefore, if Viserion is willing to give a chance, so can I.
And yet, I was still hurt by the fact that he doesn't trust me. I forgave him when he lied saying he supported the Targaryens during the first half of Robert's Rebellion before called to arms by his father. It was his way to earn Viserys trust at the time. He told me about his annulment, yet lied claiming it was Lynesse's doing with her rich paramour bidding. Then again, I thought about the lies I keep from him. Not telling anyone about my dreams of Visenya. If I told anyone that I was communicating with my ancestors, they would find me insane as my father. Not understanding the powers of the dragon's blood and Daenys the Dreamer.
"Your Grace," Jorah started. "If you want me to leave, then I shall go."
"You will not leave," I said. "I want to speak with you in private in my chambers now."
"Your Grace," Ser Barristan started.
"I'm not in the mood to argue, Ser Barristan," I told my Lord Commander.
Standing up, I managed to walk back to my chambers with Jorah right behind me. We enter my apartment, as I walked over to the table using it as support, not wanting to collapse to the floor. If I were to lay down, I probably wouldn't be able to get back up again. Once we were alone, I stared at Jorah who stood there with his hands behind his back. Weatherworn and tired, as his left arm was bandage where the Braavosi cut him, along with the cut on his left cheek.
"I banished you twice. You came back twice. And you saved my life." I said. "So I am in a predicament. Do I keep my word and execute you or do I forgive you and reinstate you as general?"
I stepped forward to take his left arm when he retracted. I was confused, as sorrow was written on his face.
"You shouldn't touch me," Jorah cautiously advised.
"Why not?" I asked.
Jorah removed the bracer he had on his left forearm and rolled up his sleeves. Thereupon his skin were patches of stiffed skin, that has cracked in resemblance of stone. My eyes widen, looking at him in shock for I have seen this infection before. Guilt consumed me, for this was my fault. If I haven't banished him the first time, he wouldn't have caught greyscale.
"How?" I whispered. "When?"
"A few weeks ago…Tyrion and I were sailing through Valyria when we were ambushed by Stone Men. When I killed one, his blood made contact with my skin." he explained.
"Is there a cure?" I asked.
"I don't know," Jorah answered, rolling down his sleeve and put the bracer back on.
"How long does it take?" I asked.
"I don't know that either," he answered, tightening the fasting. "But I've seen what happens when it goes far enough. I'll end things before that."
"This is my fault," I mumbled. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't be. All I've ever wanted was to serve you." Jorah assured, with a sad smile. "Tyrion Lannister was right. I love you. I'll always love you."
"And I love you," I sobbed.
We stood there as the tears fell. After so long we finally confess our feelings, putting aside the transgression of his betrayal. As he admitted, he gave the information before becoming my friend. It was like the gods were preventing me from having an ounce of happiness. Anyone I love being taken away from me. The moment I finally have control over my life, the gods strike me down. It was like they want me to have power and nothing else. But I have tasted ultimate power, and I want more. Not more power, but happiness and love. If I could trade my power to save his life I would, for he was a good man who made mistakes.
Now he has contracted greyscale. From my knowledge, there is no record of there being a cure in Essos. Mainly when a person catches it, it's better to put them out of their misery before the infection spreads and contaminate another. I don't know about Westeros, or the other islands if there was a cure. Usually cutting a limb off is an option, except there have been cases the disease remains. Remembering that it was only the infected tissue that is contagious, and Jorah had his sleeve and bracer covering it. Preventing the disease from making contact with others.
I walked over to him, which he stepped back, "Alysanne."
"Don't walk away from me," I commanded.
Jorah stood there looking down, keeping his left arm behind his back. I walked over until I was standing before him. Mustering all my courage, I leaned up and kissed him. This surprised Ser Jorah, yet he did not move. I will not isolate him from human touch. Not until the disease is no longer able to be contained. He soon kissed back, soft and gentle, timid as well. When we pulled back, I can see the Stranger hold in his eyes.
"If Daenerys doesn't return in three days, I will go with Daario and retrieve her," he promised.
"Jorah," I started.
"I cannot join you when you return to Westeros, but I can make sure you are not alone." He said. "The Dragon Sisters must stay together."
I bowed my head as the tears fell. He wrapped his right around me as he held me close. Our only time to be together before the inevitable. I blame myself, following too much on obligation and duty instead of letting Jorah explain six months ago. When I pulled back, I went over to the trunk retrieving his sword.
"I assume you want this back," I said.
"It is yours," Jorah said.
I shook my head, "A knight needs his sword."
Jorah nodded, as he pulled out the sword from the scabbard. "I will take the sword and you the sheath."
I raised a brow, wondering if there was some sort of innuendo to that statement. Jorah tried to give a smile, though it was forced.
The next three days came by too fast. I had Jorah by my side savoring what we have emotionally, except the medicine to numb the pain left me drowsy, I often fell asleep. When there is no sighting or word of Daenerys, Jorah kept to his promise and prepared to join Daario on the expedition to find my sister. If Drogon had taken Daenerys north, there is a chance of encountering the Lhazareen or Dothraki. Jorah knowing the Dothraki and fluent in the language can help the sellsword. So, when we kissed for the last time, I felt my heart break knowing I will never see him again.
I stood on the balcony watching the two warriors leave the Great Pyramid. As they went down the streets, Jorah looked over his shoulder, and I stared back. My eyes burning, for this time Jorah exiled himself for my safety and to prevent the spread of greyscale.
The gods are cruel, but they have their reasons.
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Daenerys's POV
The Mother of Dragons glanced at the horizon of the rugged terrain. She saw a river, feeling her throat and mouth dry for not drinking the last three days. A few days ago, she tried to control Drogon, trying to guide him to the Great Pyramid so she could send help. But Drogon had other plans, as he headed north. A day and a half they sailed the sky until landing on unknown lands. The exhaustion got to her, as she fell asleep. When she woke, she found herself surrounded by the carcasses of rams and other animals. She turned around, seeing Drogon nibbling what was left of a ram.
"We have to go home," Daenerys said, walking over.
Drogon sighed, resting his head on the ground. As she grew closer, she saw holes in his leathery wings.
"Oh, my poor, sweet thing. Does it hurt?" She murmured. "We have to go home."
The black dragon yawned.
"Drogon," she said, trying to get his attention. "Can you take me back to Meereen?"
She petted his snout, "How far did you carry me?"
Drogon groaned, scooting away as he started to lick his wounds.
"Drogon, we need to return. Alysanne needs me," she pleaded.
Daenerys knew her sister was in trouble. Only, she doesn't know if Alysanne was alive or not. Her sister once more taking the risk to protect her. Always protecting her sweet sister.
Desperate, Daenerys climbed onto Drogon's back. The dragon hissed at her, slouching his back and tossed her down, before climbing on top. Shielding the princess from the world. Daenerys groaned, crawling out of the dragon's hug and stood up, brushing the dirt off her tattered dress.
She glared at him, "Well, there's no food. At the very least, you could hunt us some supper."
Unfortunately, Drogon fell asleep.
Daenerys sighed, wondering which personality the dragon inherits from her. She recalls from Viserion being overprotective like Alysanne, with a hint of humor. The rare humor the Queen had. Now staring at Drogon, she can confirm the dragon inherited her stubbornness and impulsive behavior. Traits that don't do well together.
The thirst was getting to Daenerys. She gazed at the river and decided to head down there to get a drink. It appeared to be a few miles, but the thirst was getting to her. Carefully she made her way down, hoping to find a shepherd or a fisherman at the coast to help her. She still had her dragon neckless, which was worth a lot of money. So hopefully she can find someone to escort her back to Meereen. She made it down to ground level, walking through a field when noticing a rider up ahead. After closer inspection she realized the rider was Dothraki. Three more riders appeared, before charging towards her.
Immediately though appearing natural, she took off the pearl ring that Alysanne gave her and dropped it on the ground. Leaving a trail, for she knew she was going to be captured. More riders appeared, until hearing a whooping sound as she turned around seeing a horse making way. That was when she realized she knew where she was. She was in the Dothraki Sea.
Thus, Ends Season 5. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter.
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