Sister's Keeper
Edited by xXFallenSakuraXx52
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Chapter 58: Sailing Home
Alysanne's POV
It would be a few weeks when Lord Varys arrived with more ships. All the sails of different sigils. Many I could recognize of House Martell, House Velaryon, House Celtigar, House Tyrell, and House Redwyne. The Small Council and I were baffled to see House Tyrell and Redwyne in the fold. Weren't they part of the Crown, since Lady Margaery married King Tommen? Varys had to explain a tragic event that had transpired in King's Landing. Ever since Tywin Lannister's death, the Faith Militant took over the city from fanatics who called themselves Sparrows. The Faith Militant had arrested Queen Margaery as a false witness to her brother Ser Loras, who committed sins against the Faith.
Even Queen Mother Cersei Lannister was arrested on the charges of adultery, fornication, and regicide. Cersei Lannister had to take part in the Walk of Atonement…which lead to the lioness retaliation by blowing up the Great Sept of Baelor killing Queen Margaery, Ser Loras, Lord Mace, Lord Kevan Lannister who was Hand of the King, and thousands of innocent citizens with wildfire. Lady Olenna, Lord Willas, and Ser Garlan seek revenge for the murder of half of their family. Adding more fuel to the lioness' rage, was King Tommen's was dead. Sources are unclear on how it happened, but the young King fell to his death.
Tyrion was shocked by these events for this was not expected. The news grew deeper, for Princess Myrcella and Prince Trystane were dead. The envoy, Prince Quentyn who accompanied Varys explained that Princess Myrcella was poisoned by Ellaria Sand and his brother killed by Obara Sands. The Elder Sand Snakes and Ellaria Sands believed that they could overthrow House Martell to start a war, going against Prince Doran's orders. Unfortunately, Prince Doran gave justice by executing the two women. This led Cersei Lannister to claim the Iron Throne since there are no Baratheon heirs left and to declare war on the Reach and Dorne.
Other news came about from the other Kingdoms. The Riverland's is still under the control of House Frey, having a slight rebellion from the remaining survivors of House Tully. With the assistance of Ser Jaime, the Riverrun was still under Lannister control. The Stormlands still has no ruling house, the Westerlands are still under control by House Lannister, and the Vale, after the death of Lady Lysa Arryn, the boy Robin Arryn is being mentored by his stepfather Lord Petyr Baelish. Meanwhile, the North is another story entirely. A war between the Starks and the Boltons. House Stark has reclaimed Winterfell and its independence. It was now ruled by a bastard named Jon Snow.
Daenerys was not pleased by this, seeing that the wheel needed to be destroyed and bring back the Seven Kingdoms. I, on the other hands, thought differently. The Iron Islands asked for their independence, and I would grant them this after winning the war. The North…House Stark has been trampled through the mud since Rhaegar took Lyanna Stark and Father killing the Warden Rickard Stark along with Brandon Stark with wildfire. If any of the Seven Kingdoms hold much loathing for House Targaryen it is the North. I made the decision long ago in order to bring good Faith and alliances against the Great War I must relinquish my claim on the North. Let the North be its independent Kingdom and one day through my descendants reunite the North back to the Seven Kingdoms through marriage using the same method as King Daeron the Second used.
Although I would like to meet Jon Snow. A member of the Night's Watch who somehow became King of the North. However, doesn't this contradict the Night's Watches vows? Aren't they a sworn brotherhood where they cannot take wives and father no children? Have no claim or title until their watch has ended? So, in other words, didn't Jon Snow deserted the Night's Watch? Isn't desertion punishable by death? I doubt King Tommen or any of the Westerosi Small Council would pardon Jon Snow to rule over the North. Especially when the Starks and the Lannisters are sworn enemies since Joffrey Baratheon ordered for Lord Eddard Stark's execution.
Once the briefing was done, Quentyn revealed something of importance. At the beginning of my family's exile, Ser Willem was forging a marital alliance between House Targaryen and House Martell. Apparently, Prince Oberyn, who was proxy for his brother, Prince Doran signed a marital contract between Viserys and Arianne Martell. As evidence, he handed me one of the two copies of a secret pact. My eyes widen, holding the document seeing Ser Willem signature and the brown wax seal of House Darry. My stomach twisted, throat clenched, and mouth dry when seeing this. All this time Viserys was legally betrothed to another. All this time…it could explain why the gods forbid me to have Viserys children because his seeds belong to another. Along with these facts, I could've freed myself from an abusive marriage.
I had to excuse myself and took to the sky on Viserion to comprehend this information. It made me wonder what other secret pacts Ser Willem made. Prince Quentyn showed nothing else other than the pact for Viserys and Princess Arianne. So, there is no marriage pact for Daenerys and me with House Martell. As Viserion flew through the valley, I tried to remember my childhood in Braavos. If there was any memory of Ser Willem mentioning a match. All I could remember was him saying, "Princess Alysanne, the husband I pick will need the courage to have your hand." Then I thought about Rhaegar mentioning he would have matched me with Quentyn or any of Lord Mace's eldest sons. And yet, there is no discussion about the Tyrells pursing my hand. Right now, I hold little interest in marriage since my main objective is to protect the people and prepare them for the Long Night.
It would be sunset when I returned to the Great Pyramid.
No one in my Small Council dares discuss anything about this revelation.
Ser Barristan focused on the numbers stating we have enough ships for both my Unsullied and Daenerys Dothraki armies along with the horses, the elephants, and supplies. Including a trade route that Meereen keeps bringing supplies ships on a schedule. Even though House Tyrell offers supplies, it's better to be prepared for the unknown.
When it came to the fate of the Bay of Dragons, there was a vigorous debate. The Council for Meereen, Yunkai, and Astapor are still being assembled. Slavery is completely abolished, and the tradition of the fighting pits have been altered. I cannot change everything, as some traditions have to be kept. So, in the Fighting Seasons, only free men are allowed in the ring. The lower pits can only beat the small opponents until they can be no longer able to physically fight. When the gladiators enter the Great Games, there is an opportunity if the fallen is not killed to be spared. They must give the signal of raising two fingers.
I stood over the maps of the Bay of Dragons. I need to leave a secure military to ensure that the Masters don't go against their word. The Second Siege of Meereen was my final warning. If I hear any news of the Masters taking back the city and enslaving people, I will bring not just fire. Right now, I am considering of leaving two thousand of the recruited soldiers. The Unsullied privates who were not cut during initiation.
Daenerys enters the study seeing how focused I am on securing Bay of Dragons.
"Are you sure want to leave two thousand of your soldiers?" She asked, seeing the totems on the map.
"Until the Council is made, it's best to leave the city under military rule," I answered.
"I don't think two thousand Unsullied make excellent Political De factors," she said.
I arched a brow, "Unless you are deciding to remain in Meereen, then who do you recommend?"
Daenerys paused as she picked up the totem that represents the Second Sons. "Daario will be regent until the three Cities can pick their leaders."
This caught me by surprise, "I thought you wanted Daario to join us?"
"He is a good man," she started, which I snorted. "Well, a good warrior who understands these lands."
"You're not sacrificing your happiness for political marriages?" I asked to be sure.
"They are necessary, but I can't bring him," she explained.
I sighed, resting my hand on her shoulder, "The choice is yours. Just don't sacrifice your happiness for me."
"You've sacrificed enough for me, it's time I return the favor," she said.
I nodded, giving her a hug. My sister was maturing now, understanding the means of the sacrifice of one's happiness for the sake of others.
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Daenerys's POV
Daenerys waited in the solar lounge waiting for Daario Naharis. She decided it was best to leave the Second Sons and Daario to protect the Bay of Dragons. Yesterday, while Alysanne was flying, she was surprised in the discovery from Quentyn Martells news. That Viserys was betrothed to Princess Arianne. If this information were known long ago, Alysanne wouldn't have been forced to marry her brother, they could've had support from House Martell if Ser Willem didn't die from sickness. Quentyn explained, when Prince Doran received news of Ser Willem's death, he sent men to find the Targaryens and bring them back Dorne or Norvos until the time came.
As Daenerys comprehended this, Tyrion advised her about her relationship with Daario. Bringing the Sellsword would not help their campaign in Westeros. There is a chance of a political alliance through marriage that may occur. Although, Daenerys wanted to be a conqueror, help Alysanne claim the Iron Throne then travel around the world to end Slavery, …she knows she had to do her part. Alysanne sacrificed her hand in marriage to Hizdahr zo Loraq due to Daenerys's mistake. So, the next potential marriage will be her turn. As much as she liked Daario, enjoying their sexual adventures, he was not Khal Drogo.
She took a sip of wine when Daario enters the room.
"The ships are nearly ready. I saw them painting the sails," Daario announced, as he poured himself a glass of wine. "I'm curious to see how the Dothraki do on the poison water."
"You're not coming with us," Daenerys said.
"New strategy?" Daario asked, making his way over to the lounge. "You want the Second Sons to attack from the west coast? If we take Casterly Rock, the Lannisters will have nowhere to run when you hit King's Landing."
"You're not going to Westeros. You're staying here with the Second Sons." she clarified.
Daario looked at her, shocked and confused.
"There's finally peace in Meereen," she continued. "You will keep the peace while the people choose their own leaders."
"Fuck Meereen," Daario said, setting the wine on the table. "Fuck the people. I'm here for you, not them."
"You promised me. 'My sword is yours. My life is yours.' This is what Alysanne and I command." She reminded.
Daario tried to maintain his composer; however, the Mother of Dragons could see the hurt in his eyes.
"If Alysanne and I are going to rule in Westeros, we'll need to make alliances. The best way to make alliances is with marriage." She explained.
Daario scoffed as he sat down, "Who are you marrying this time?"
"I don't know. Maybe no one," She replied, taking a sip of wine.
"But you need to lure all the noble houses to the table? Are you a contouring princess or fish bait?" he asked.
Daenerys was surprised by that statement, "I can't bring a lover to Westeros."
"A king wouldn't think twice about it," he challenged.
"So that's what you want? To be my mistress?" she asked.
"I'm not proud. I don't care what perfumed aristocrat sits beside you in the throne room. I don't want a crown. I want you." He answered, then got up to kneel before her taking her free hand. "I love you. And I make you happy. You know, I do. Bring me with you. Let me fight for you. "
Daenerys set her glass down and cradle his cheek. She could see so much emotion in the Tyroshi's blue eyes. Daario Naharis truly did love her, probably more than Drogo. However, deep down, she did not hold the same feelings. She'll admit she cared for Daario, fancied him sexually, except it wasn't enough to commit. Truly she wanted to end this discussion and move on.
"I can't," she said.
Daario stared into her eyes, seeing the mask she put on. Believing in the deception, baffled by the lack of empathy, he stood up.
"The dwarf told you to do this?" He asked.
"No one tells me to do anything," she answered.
"Clever fellow. Can't argue with his logic. I'm no use to you over there." He guessed.
"Don't get angry," she softly warned.
"I'm not angry. I'm full of self-pity," he assured, though a bit of anger could be heard. His eyes become water, yet did not shed a tear. "Who comes after you? Who can ever follow Daenerys Stormborn, the Mother of Dragons?"
"A great number of women, I imagine," she assured.
Daario sighed but nodded.
"Specific orders will be left for you regarding the welfare of Meereen and the Bay of Dragons," she said, then stood up.
"The Bay of Dragons?" Daario asked.
"We can't call it Slaver's Bay anymore, can we?" she replied.
The Sellsword nodded, "You Dragon Sisters will get that throne you want so badly, I'm sure of it. I hope it brings you happiness."
He then picked up his cup, taking a large sip. His eyes lingering on her figure, as she assumed, he was memorizing her for the last time. Afterward sets the glass down.
"I pity the lords of Westeros. They have no idea what's coming for them."
"Farewell, Daario Naharis," she said with a small smile. "Maybe one day, our paths will cross again."
Daario gave a slight smirk remembering their conversation through the dry valley to return to Meereen. He gave a bow before leaving. Daenerys stood there, grasping her emotions and how she felt.
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Alysanne's POV
I sat next to Lord Tyrion in the Audience Hall. We were waiting on Daenerys since it was best, she gives the news to Daario Naharis alone of our plans of leaving the Second Sons until the Leaders of Bay of Dragos are assembled. As we wait, Lord Tyrion drank some wine. He offered me a glass, yet I refused since my interest in an alcoholic beverage is diminished. Not after being poisoned.
Tyrion merely shrugged as he said, "More for me."
I snorted, rolling my eyes as we continued to wait. It wasn't long when Daenerys came down the steps. Her expression was neutral unable to know what she was thinking.
"How did he take it?" I asked.
"No tears," Daenerys answered.
"I know it was hard for you," I said. "You turned away a man who truly loves you."
And my thoughts fell to Jorah.
"And because he would have been a liability in the Seven Kingdoms," Tyrion added. "That's the kind of self-sacrifice that makes a good ruler if it's any consolation."
"It's not," she said, before taking a seat next to me.
"No, I suppose not. I'm terrible at consoling," Tyrion said.
"Yes, you really are," she said, a slight bit of sarcasm in her voice.
Tyrion faced us, "All right, how about the fact that this is actually happening? You girls have your armies, you have your ships, you have your dragons. Everything you two have ever wanted since you were old enough to want anything, it's all yours for the taking. Are you afraid?"
Daenerys and I nodded.
"Good. You're in the great game now. And the great game's terrifying. The only people who aren't afraid of failure are madmen like your father."
I gave him a warning look.
"Do you know what frightens me?" Daenerys asked. "I said farewell to a man who loves me. A man I thought I cared for." She shook her head. "And I felt nothing. Just impatient to get on with it."
I was surprised by this. Then I remember what the spirits had said about Daenerys. She was on the thin line. Whichever side she leans on will take her to Greatness or Madness. Also, she was young, and she realized love can never be obtained so easily. Especially when you lose your first love.
I wrapped my arm around her.
"He wasn't the first to love you, and he won't be the last. "Tyrion console.
Daenerys nodded.
I then stood up, facing the two.
"For what it's worth, I've been a cynic for as long as I can remember. Everyone's always asking me to believe in things. Family, Gods, Kings, myself. It was often tempting until I saw where belief got people." Tyrion said, setting his glass down and stood up. On the step he was almost the same height as I. "So, I said, 'No, thank you,' to believe. And yet, here I am. I believe in you. It's embarrassing, really. I'd swear you my sword, but I don't actually own a sword."
"Your mind is sharp as a blade. It's your counsel I need," I chuckled softly.
"It's yours," Tyrion promised. "Now and always."
"Excellent," I said, though I held some doubts in him. He still has a lot of work to earn my complete trust. But while I was trapped in comatose and Daenerys by my side, Tyrion proved himself in maintaining the city the past three days, and the week while I was in my recovery. Along with his attempt during my recovery from the Danzak Pit. I'll admit he was not perfect, a broken man joining a broken band of misfits, but he is trying.
Daenerys then stood up, going through her cleavage to get the item she was assigned to create. "Oh, we…we had something made for you. I'm not sure if it's right."
She handed me the pin, of a hand holding a sword surrounded by a ring. Made out of black steel forged by the same Qohor smith who made our armor. Although, I originally planned to make Jorah my Hand of the Queen in the beginning. My Bear always being there. Sadly, that could not happen. There was a reason why Jorah brought Tyrion to me. At first, it was to gift the son of my enemy. An eye for an eye. Even with Greyscale, Jorah continued to bring the dwarf to me. And after some time, it was to bring me counsel. A Lord who has a better understanding of running a kingdom. I placed the pin on Tyrion chest where the symbolism of the heart would be. His eyes widen when seeing the badge. When I pulled back, I gave a small smile.
"Tyrion Lannister, I name you Hand of the Queen," I murmured.
Tyrion bends the knee bowing before Daenerys and me.
I pray he doesn't let me down.
When the time came to sail, there was a departing party, and many citizens rushed to the streets to say goodbye. I waved goodbye to my subjects, the people who I fought for in their equality. All the ships were ready to set sail, as the ones I have collected from the Slave Masters held dragon bow. Many ships were named after the Valyrian Gods and the Targaryen Dragons. The three largest named after Balerion, Vhagar, and Meraxes. Grey Worm took charge of Vhagar, Black Scarab had Meraxes, as for the Small Council, Daenerys and I was on the leading ship of Balerion the Dread.
The Dragons took to the skies as we sail West to Westeros with our armies and allies.
Well done, my Dragoness, it's time to return home, Visenya murmured in my ear.
"Alysanne, where do we sail too?" Daenerys asked.
I stared at the horizon, resting my left hand on the dragon pommel, "Where the Targaryens began. To Dragonstone."
Daenerys nodded as she stood right beside me, taking my right hand.
We were going home.
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