Sister's Keeper
Edited by xXFallenSakuraXx52
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Chapter 47: The Prophecy
Vaes Dothrak
Daenerys, Jorah and Daario stood on the mountain top having a view of the sacred city. It has been two days since Daenerys burned down the Temple of the Dosh Khaleen and became the Great Khaleesi. Over those two days as the Dothraki grasp who their new Khal is, and prepare to take the Dothraki South to Meereen. Mainly three/fourths of the men will be going. Daenerys knew that she can't take all the Screamers, and to preserve the Dothraki populations while the women, elders, and youngest men remain in Vaes Dothrak, under the Dosh Khaleen rule.
She fiddles her twin ring that hung around her neck and turned to face Jorah. She was surprised that he was here. Wondering why he came to save her, instead of being with Alysanne remembering Jorah fighting in the Daznak Pit.
"Alysanne banished you, twice. You came back, twice. And you saved our lives." Daenerys said. "And I forgive you."
Jorah sighed in relief. Knowing in his betrayal was more towards Daenerys since he told Varys about her pregnancy. The reason why King Robert Baratheon sent more assassins after many years of silence. Daenerys stepped forward to give him a hug, however, Jorah stepped back. Daario also stepped in to stop her. The Mother of Dragons was confused, wondering why the man she saw as her friend and father figure pulled back.
"You must send me away," Jorah said.
"I don't understand," Daenerys said.
Jorah took a deep breath removing the bracer and rolled up his sleeve, revealing the Greyscale. Showing how much the disease has spread. At this point, cutting his arm off was near impossible. Daenerys violet eyes widen as a gasp left her lips. Seeing his arm turning into stone.
"Is there a cure?" Daenerys asked.
"I don't know," Jorah answered sadly.
"How long does it take?" Daenerys asked.
"I don't know that, either," Jorah answered, fixing his shirt and bracer. "But I've seen what happens when it goes far enough. I'll end things before that."
"I'm sorry," Daenerys said, as tears fell. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't be," Jorah assured. "All I ever wanted was to serve you girls. To bring you girls home. I know that is not possible now. But I promised Alysanne she will not sail alone…not without her sister."
Jorah eyes showed his pain and suffering, knowing he could never return to Westeros. Most importantly, to never be with the woman he loved either by serving her as a general or a lover. All that he knows is that Westeros will have a Queen and Princess who will do good for the realm.
"Goodbye, Khaleesi," Jorah said, as he turned around to leave.
A tear slid down her cheek, she refused to see Jorah giving up and die. She clenches her fists taking a deep breath, "Do not walk away from your princess, Jorah the Andal."
This surprised the knight as he turned around, facing her.
She walked over to him, though kept some distance, "You have not been dismissed. You pledged yourself to my family. You swore to obey our commands for the rest of your life. Well, I command you to find the cure, wherever it is in this world. I command you to heal yourself and then return. When Alysanne takes the Seven Kingdoms, she'll need you by her side."
The Exiled Knight nodded, feeling a sense of hope. Obeying to the blood of his blood, and princess, seeing that she believed in him. Seeing that she wanted him to be part of her life and more. Also, to see Alysanne again. They said their goodbyes, as Daenerys and Daario headed south to Meereen while Jorah took a different route. Both hoping for a better outcome.
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Alysanne's POV
A simple casual report meeting was assembled in the solar room. Mainly gaining reports of what is happening to the city. It has been two weeks since making a deal with the Masters, and Falcons been arriving every other third day of how the cities fair.
"In the last fortnight since our pact with the Masters, how many killings have been carried out by the Sons of the Harpy?" Varys asked Grey Worm.
"None," Grey Worm asked.
"And how many Masters have been butchered by the Freemen?" Varys asked.
"Two, but that was the day of the pact," Grey Worm reported. "Since then, nothing."
Tyrion walked by with a glass of wine, which I allowed. He does much better without wine.
"So, it's safe to say that a fragile peace has taken hold," Varys concluded.
"For now," Grey Worm added.
"For now," is the best we get in our profession," Varys replied.
"Still, it confirms that they are supporting the Sons of the Harpy, and creating violent misunderstanding between the Masters and the Freemen," I said, taking a sip of tea.
"Considering the city was on the brink of civil war, I'd say it's a good start," Varys said.
"It's not enough for Meereen to have peace." Tyrion joined the conversation. "They need to know Alysanne is responsible for it. The Sons of the Harpy have a good story. Resist the foreign invaders. Our queen has an even better story. Dragoness of the West, Breaker of Chains, all that."
I chuckled slightly, knowing I have too many titles. Especially the conflict of using second or first of my name. Right now, I am the second of the name Alysanne, named after the Good Queen Consort, the wife of King Jaehaerys the first. Until I am anointed on the Iron Throne, I cannot be first of my name. So, I don't bother with that for now.
"The people know who brought them freedom," Missandei said.
"Yes, but do they know who brought them security?" Tyrion asked. "Who brought about an end to the violence? We need someone the people trust; someone they know cannot be bought or influenced."
"Sounds like quite the hero. Where would we find him?" Varys asked.
"Who said anything about 'him'?" Tyrion replied, taking a sip of wine.
"Care to explain," I said. "Not everyone can read your mind."
"Forgive me, since arriving in Meereen, there have been Red Priestess and Priestesses praising the Lord of Light and the Dragon Sisters. Encouraging the people of choice to fight for freedom in this darkest hour."
"The R'hllor religion? How many of those fanatics are here?" I asked.
"At least a dozen in Meereen that we are aware of," Ser Barristan answered.
I nodded, though slightly frowning. Don't take me wrong, I am tolerant towards other religions. However, something about the R'hllor faith bothers me. Many calling them fanatics, in how to devote they are in their faith, to the point of burning people alive to purify their souls in what they consider to be heresy. There were many things I don't consider from them, especially their requiting methods of purchasing child slaves and trained them to be either priest/priestess, warriors, and temple prostitutes. Let alone their ways of receiving word from their god by staring into the flames and receiving prophecies. Most prominent being the return of Azor Ahai. A common religion, but one I caution with since I am one with the Seven.
"I don't know about this," I confessed. "I don't want to associate myself with fanatics who burn people alive because of their beliefs."
"Well, they have been using your name in their sermons." Tyrion said. "One in Volantis saying you and Daenerys are the saviors, reborn from fire to remake the world."
"Terrific," I muttered. "Now the Septons will questions me."
Tyrion paused and looked at me, confused, "Your Grace, if you don't mind me asking. What is your religion?"
"The same religion as my mother, and many more since Aegon Conquest. The Faith of the Seven." I answered. "I do not want to be associated with a religion that…that buys child slaves and turn them into mindless fanatics."
"Still, the more they spread your message, the more security you have," Tyrion said.
"I test you on that," I said, not going to bother arguing. "Meet with the High Priestess in these parts. However, I caution you I will not convert to their faith. Nor will I have the dragons involved in their purification."
"Understood," Tyrion said, taking another sip of wine.
"If you'll excuse me, I will retire for the night," I announced standing up.
Everyone did the same as Missandei, and I left the solar lounge for my chamber. I need to get as much sleep as I can so I can continue my training with Visenya. My wounds were still healing, even if my arm was doing well, my back was taking longer. As it would be expected since I inherited the poor health from being a product of incest. There will be scars, but over the past month the stitching finally mended the skin. My training with Ser Barristan is on hold, and the dragon training limited in trying out Dragon spells Visenya taught me. Hopefully, by next week I can see if I can ride Viserion. Or at least climb on his back and see if he is comfortable.
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The Audience Chamber
The next week Tyrion and Varys attended a meeting with one of the High Priestesses in the R'hllor faith. It was nighttime when two people in red enter the chamber. A man and a woman. The man stepped on the bottom platform, presenting the Light Wisdom. It was coincident that the High Priestess would be in Meereen instead of Volantis with other high-ranking leaders of the R'hllor, the Lord of Light.
"You Stand in the presence of Kinvara, High Priestess of the Red Temple of Volantis, the Flame of Truth, the Light of Wisdom, the First Servant of the Lord of Light," The priest introduced.
Varys and Tyrion nod their heads as a sign of respect. The Red Woman, stepped forward as her priest stepped down. She appeared to be in her thirties, a beautiful woman, with long hair the color of ebony, and pale, flawless skin. She was slender and graceful, an appearance no man could resist. Yet her unique feature was her amber eyes, that were piercing. Along her neck the bronze hexagon choker with a ruby center.
"Welcome to Meereen." Tyrion greeted, though was terrible. "That's about the extent of my Valyrian."
Kinvara stood there looking at him
Tyrion paused, wondering if he would have to ask Varys to be his translator since Missandei was occupied by tending to the Queen.
"Thank you for traveling all this way. I know from personal experience how uncomfortable the journey can be." Tyrion said glancing at Varys.
Kinvara stood there.
"The truth is we need your help. We had hoped that we could somehow persuade you too…"
"You don't need to persuade me. I came to help," Kinvara interrupted, breaking her silence. She lifted her skirt some, walking up the steps reaching the middle platform. "Alysanne Targaryen is the one who was promised. From the fire, she and her sister were reborn to remake the world."
"Yes," Tyrion said.
"She has freed the slaves from their chains and crucified the Masters for their sins." Kinvara continued.
"She did indeed," Tyrion confirmed.
"Her dragons are fire made flesh, a gift from the Lord of Light," Kinvara added. "But you heard all of this before, haven't you? On the Long Bridge of Volantis.
Tyrion didn't know how to respond to that.
"The dragons will purify nonbelievers by the thousands, burning their sins and flesh away," Kinvara promised.
"Ideally we'd avoid purifying to many nonbelievers," Tyrion said, remembering where the limit was. "The Dragoness of the West has followers of many different faiths."
"You want your queen to be worshipped and obeyed. And while she's recovering, you want her advisors to be worshipped and obeyed." Kinvara assumed.
"I'd settled for obeyed," Tyrion said.
Kinvara nodded, "I will summon my most eloquent priests. They will spread the word. Alysanne has been sent to lead the people against the darkness in this war, and in the great war still to come."
"That sounds most excellent," Tyrion agreed.
Varys stepped forward, having enough of this exchange. Over the years, he didn't mind Thoros of Myr, being a drunk fornicated priest. However, over the last five years, the R'hllor religion has caused trouble in Westeros. Inserting Stannis Baratheon into the war and burning countless people for a red priestess. Respecting his Queen of her religion and faith, and caution for the safety for the realm, he joined the conversation.
"A man named Stannis Baratheon was anointed as the chosen one by one of your priestesses. He, too, had a glorious destiny. He attacked King's Landing and was soundly defeated by the man standing beside me. Last I had heard, he had been defeated again, this time at Winterfell, and this time for good."
Tyrion stepped in fearing they will lose an ally, "We'd be most grateful for any support you could provide the queen."
"I suppose it's hard for a fanatic to admit a mistake," Varys challenged. "Isn't that the whole point of being a fanatic? You're always right. Everything is the Lord's will."
"Everything is the Lord's will," Kinvara said with a smile. Her amber eyes locked to his hazel orbs. "But men and women make mistakes. Even honest servants of the Lord."
"And you, an honest servant of the Lord, why should I trust you to know any more than the priestess who counseled Stannis?" Varys sarcastically asked.
"My friend has a healthy skepticism of religion, but we are all loyal supporters of the queen." Tyrion quickly recovers.
Varys nodded.
"Everyone is what they are, and where they are for a reason." Kinvara murmured, stepping up until she stood in front of Varys. Her eyes in a hypnotic trance to his. "Terrible things happen for a reason. Take what happened to you, Lord Varys, when you were a child. If not for your mutilation at the hand of a second-rate sorcerer, you wouldn't be here helping the Lord's Chosen bring his light into the world. Knowledge has made you powerful but there's still so much you don't know."
Varys frowned and Tyrion was cautious. Only three people knew how Varys was mutilated. Varys, the sorcerer, and Tyrion. No one else knows. Something entirely personal. A reason why Varys despises magic.
"Do you remember what you heard that night when the sorcerer tossed your parts in the fire? You heard a voice call out from the flames. Do you remember?" Kinvara asked. "Should I tell you what the voice said? Should I tell you the name of the one who spoke?
Kinvara rested her hand on the eunuch's arm. Varys soon became scared, having a flashback of that terrible night. Wondering how this woman knows how it happened. He shook his head, not wanting to hear the voice and its words. The words from a demon. Kinvara merely smiles.
"We serve the same queen," She said, still staring into his eyes. "If you are her true friend, you have nothing to fear from me."
She pulled her hand back and nodded to Tyrion before stepping down the marble steps. The two men stood there, bewildered in what has transpired. Ever since arriving in the Central Region of Essos, they have witness things that cannot be explained. Dragons, Stone Men, the Targaryen Sisters immunity to fire, and now… a clairvoyant Red Priestess. Tyrion understands now why Alysanne was cautious about them. However, the discussion has been done.
They can only hope this doesn't ruin the Queen's name.
A simple filler chapter.
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