Sister's Keeper
Edited by xXFallenSakuraXx52
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Chapter 60: Alliances
Alysanne's POV
It was a dark and stormy night, as a lot of stories goes. A terrible storm blew over Blackwater, consuming Dragonstone. A faint memory on the night that Daenerys was born clouded my head. Viserys trying to comfort me from the terrifying storm, telling me the thunder and lightning were dragons fighting the monster of the sea Naga. As the storm progressed, the Royal Fleet was destroyed. Finally, when the storm came to an end, Daenerys was born.
It has been a few decades since I last saw a storm like this. In Braavos and the Free Cities that were islands, there were several occasions of rain. But none that were drastic, that would alter the waves and tide. The thunder constantly roaring while lighting follows in pursuit like a dance, all day and into the night. As the horizon vanished, seeing nothing but darkness. Only the flashes of lightning giving light to the dark bay.
Daenerys stood by the balcony watching the storm, while the Small Council was assembled. It has been a few days since we arrived at Dragonstone. Instead of rushing into battle, I wanted to secure alliances and secure a plan. Let alone waiting for a few more members of the War Council, as Lady Olenna of House Tyrell will be the emissary for her two grandsons along with her nephew Lord Paxter Redwyne. An envoy for House Velaryon, since Lord Monterys is a child, and Ser Terrance Celtigar, the grandson of Lord Ardrian. So far, I have a naval armada, thanks to the Reach, Dorne, and distant cousins who have joined my fleet. Our armies are growing by the thousands with Lady Olenna and her grandsons, including Prince Doran.
The Martells, Velaryons, Celtigar, and Targaryens proved that the Valyrians stay together. Although the Martells were not directly from the Valyrian bloodline, but from the Rhonyar, dragons blood runs in their veins. The events that happened to my serpent cousins were tragic, from Elia to Prince Trystane. Based on what Prince Quentyn told me, there are two types of Snakes in the world, the quick striking with venom and the constricting with patience. Prince Oberyn was the snake that strikes with venom, letting emotions and impulse take over. Which, sadly, resulted in his death with Ser Gregor Clegane. Instead of finishing the final blow on the Mountain, he taunted him to make the giant confess who gave the order. Unfortunately, the Mountain knocked the Red Viper down and crushed his skull with his bare hands.
Prince Doran, on the other hand, was a constricting type of snake. A python that remains hidden and patient, before trapping his prey and squeezing the life out of it. For more than two decades, Prince Doran planned his revenge to bring justice to his family. Although there were some complications and misunderstanding due to communication flaws…the Warden of Dorne waited for the opportunity. Even though he lost his sister, brother, niece, nephew, and youngest son along the way. What Ellaria Sand and the two eldest daughters of Prince Oberyn did was unthinkable. Trying to form an uprising and assassinate the third heir who was betrothed to a Lannister.
Myrcella Baratheon, although she was the daughter of my enemy, should not have been held accountable for her parents and grandfather's crimes. I do not hold children accountable for the crimes of their fathers. She was already betrothed to Prince Trystane, she would have become a Martell. No doubt she would not have supported me, and in our two lives, we would never form a courteous relationship, but I would never threaten her life. Unless she ever took arms against me.
"On a night like this, you came into the world," Tyrion told Daenerys.
"I remember that storm," Varys joined the conversation. "All the dogs in King's Landing howled through the night."
"I wish I could remember it," Daenerys said as she walked over to me. "I always thought this would be a homecoming. Doesn't feel like home."
"Home is the people, not a building," I said, then looked at the Painted Table analyzing the numbers.
"We won't stay in Dragonstone for long," Ser Barristan promised.
"Good," Daenerys said, then looked at the three lion totems, "Not so many lions."
"Cersei controls fewer than half of the Seven Kingdoms. The lords of Westeros despise her," Varys explained, as he stood by the North. "Even before your arrival, they plotted against her. Now…"
"They cry out for their true Queen?" I sarcastically asked, walking around until I stood in front of Dragonstone. "They drink secret toasts to our health? People used to tell my brother that sort of thing, and he was stupid enough to believe them."
Daenerys came over, picking up the dragon totem. "If Viserys had three dragons and an army at his back, he'd have invaded King's Landing already."
"Conquering Westeros would be easy for you. But you and your sister are not here to be ladies of the ashes." Tyrion said.
"No," Daenerys sighed, putting down the totem."
"We can take the Seven Kingdoms without turning it into a slaughterhouse. If the great houses support your claim against Cersei, the game is won." Tyrion said. "With the Tyrell army, and the Dornish on our side, we have powerful allies in the south."
"And the Velaryon, Celtigar, Redwyne, and Greyjoy fleet patrolling Blackwater Bay," Ser Barristan added.
I turned to Varys, "I never properly thanked you for that."
"They joined our side, my Queen, because they believe in you," Varys said with his version of a smile.
Varys has passed one of my tests. The letter I wrote to Price Doran states that if the letter has been opened, and the powder made contact with oils of the skin, it would reveal itself on the parchment. Had this happened, Prince Doran had the obligation of killing Varys for treason. Seeing the Spider standing before me shows he can somewhat be trusted. As my threat still remains, if Varys decides not to tell me I am failing the people, and betrays me, I will behead him myself.
Grey Worm came into the room, "Forgive me, my Queen. A red priestess from as'shai has come to see you."
"Kinvara?" Daenerys asked.
"No, not the High Priestess from Volantis," Grey Worm answered.
I never had the opportunity to thank the High Priestess of Volantis for resurrecting me. The Red Woman simply vanished, as reports state she returned to the Red Temple. Could it be Quaithe, the Shadow-binder that Jorah talked about? She helped Jorah in connecting our minds together to break the spell in the Dream. I was still cautious about the R'hllor faith, the fanatical beliefs, and their barbaric practice of purification. As if their religion is superior and all are heretics.
Curious, we left the Chamber of the Painted room, as Grey Worm escorted us to the throne room. Standing center was a beautiful woman by many. She has long hair the color of burnished copper and pale, flawless skin. Her eyes a vibrant blue that seems unnatural. Along with wearing red traveling robes and a hexagon collar necklace peaked out. The Red Woman gave a bow.
"Queen Alysanne. I was a slave once, bought and sold, scourged, and branded. It is an honor to meet the Breaker of Chains." She said.
"The Red Priestess, Kinvara brought me from the veil of death, the Red Priests helped bring peace to Meereen," I replied. "You are very welcome here."
Her blue eyes widened when I mentioned Kinvara and my death.
"What is your name?" I asked.
"I am called Melisandre," She answered.
"She once served another who wanted the Iron Throne," Varys interjected. "It didn't end well for Stannis Baratheon, did it? Or his daughter."
Melisandre face grew neutral, "No, it didn't."
"You chose an auspicious day to arrive at Dragonstone," Daenerys noted. "On the weather similar to the day I was born. The Lord of Light doesn't have many followers in Westeros, does he?"
"Not yet, but even those who don't worship the Lord can serve his cause," Melisandre said.
"Although I am thankful to be alive again, I worship the Seven and do not tolerate burning people alive based on their religious beliefs," I said. "Or the sacrificing of children."
"I gave the option of what the Lord of Light had asked from Stannis. He made the choice to sacrifice his daughter. The fault is his, and his alone." Melisandre defended calmly.
"What does your lord expect from me?" I asked.
"The Long Night is coming. Only the prince who was promised can bring the dawn." Melisandre answered.
"The prince who was promised will bring the dawn," Daenerys translated. "I'm afraid my sister is not a prince."
"Your Highness, forgive me," Missandei spoke up. "but your translation is not quite accurate. That noun has no gender in High Valyrian, so the proper translation for the prophecy would be, 'The prince or princess who was promised will bring the dawn."
"Doesn't really roll off the tongue, does it?" Tyrion asked.
"No, but I like it better," Daenerys replied, smiling at me.
I scowled, "And you believe this prophecy refers to me?"
"Prophecies are dangerous things," Melisandre replied.
"We can both agree to that," I said.
"I believe you have a role to play. As does another—" She continued. "The King in the North, Jon Snow."
"Jon Snow?" Tyrion asked. "Ned Stark's bastard?"
Tyrion was not there for the report when Varys returned to Meereen. Only Ser Barristan, Missandei, Grey Worm, Daenerys, and I had the discussion. In case there was news relating to his family. What Varys reported we shared to Tyrion that relates to the war.
"You know him?" Daenerys asked.
"I traveled with him to the Wall when he joined the Night's Watch," Tyrion answered, still baffled by the news.
"And why do you think the Lord of Light singled out this Jon Snow?" Varys asked the priestess. "Aside from the visions you've seen in the flames, that is."
"As Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, he allowed the wildlings south of the Wall to protect them from grave danger. As King in the North, he has united those wildlings with the Northern houses, so together they may face their common enemy." Melisandre answered.
"He sounds like quite a man," I murmured.
Melisandre nodded with a smile, "Summon Jon Snow. Let him stand before you and tell you the things that have happened to him, the things that he has seen with his own eyes."
Tyrion came over, "I can't speak to prophecies or visions in the flames, but I like Jon Snow, and I trusted him. And I am an excellent judge of character. If he does rule the North, he would make a valuable ally. The Lannisters executed his father and conspired to murder his brother. Jon Snow has even more reason to hate Cersei than you do."
I thought about it. I made the decision long ago that the North shall receive its independence, after what Rhaegar and my Father did to House Stark. A sign of good faith. Hoping that one day in the future, my descendants and the ruler of the North's descendants can join our houses together again. Not in this generation or even in three generations, but in time. However, I question if the North is in good hands. Jon Snow was the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. Isn't being the King of the North also breaks him of his vows? Deserting the Night's Watch is punishable by death. So, shouldn't he be dead?
"Very well. Send a raven north," I said. "Tell King Jon Snow that I invite him to Dragonstone…"
"And bend the knee," Daenerys finished.
"Your Highness, the Northerners are stubborn men," Ser Barristan said. "After what your father did to the previous warden, they will not bend to a Targaryen."
"That is why I invite him to forge an alliance and discuss terms of truce," I assured sternly giving Daenerys a warning look. "I want to see if he is worthy to rule. Also, see how stubborn these Northmen are."
"But Alysanne, you said you want to be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms," Daenerys argued.
"And I will rule the Seven Kingdoms, I just won't be reigning over the original Seven," I said. "We need the North on our side when the Long Night occurs."
Daenerys sighs, disagreeing with this decision. I am the Queen, and I need to do what is best for the Realm. For the people. If the Greyjoys can ask for their independence, why shouldn't the North? Our House wronged them, Rhaegar took Lyanna Stark against Lord Rickard Stark wishes, which resulted in the death of him and his son Brandon Stark. Sacrifices have to be made in order to receive forgiveness and trust.
"Trust me," I told her. "I know what I am doing."
Daenerys only nodded.
"It is late, it's best we get some rest for the night," I declared, as a clash of lightning and thunder bellow out. "If we can get any."
Excusing myself, I retire for the night returning to my quarters. It was the royal quarters, the largest chamber in the room for an apartment. Like all the other bedchambers, it was carved out from the stone. Candles lit all around, with a brazier in the center. On the opposite side of the room, was a four-poster bed with red linens. There were other essentials as well, from the wardrobe, tables, chairs, and lounges. Missandei helped me undress for the night, as she removed the leather armor and the rope braids out of my hair. I must confess I do miss my long hair, being able to manipulate and style it. Now I can only do the basics, yet Missandei finds other ways to help me express myself. Which is usually rope braids, snake braids, fishtails, and others. Thankfully I was still able to keep my hair out of my face.
Once Missandei was done, I free her of her service for tonight. The Naathi nodded as she left the room, leaving me alone in my chambers. I sighed, changing into my evening gown and robe. Sitting on the bed, I look out the balcony view of the ocean. It doesn't feel right, being here in Dragonstone without Jorah.
Walking over to the chest, I took out the scabbard of Jorah's sword.
You are hopeless, Visenya murmured. You are madly in love with your paramour.
Weren't you ever in love? I asked.
Love is the death of duty' she answered.
And duty is the death of love, I thought. Please, you must have had feelings for someone?
I did, before my brother, a Velaryon, but my father wanted to secure the dragon magic and married me to my brother. Not long after, Aegon married Rhaenys. I was a duty, and she was desire, Visenya explains. Women like us, we never get what we want. I pray your children to have it better than any of us.
I hope so too, I sighed, gazing at the peacock feathers. If I have any.
You are not barren, not like your sister. As long as the father doesn't share the same blood as you and you stop taking those elixirs, you will be with child. The dangers of incest with the magic of Valyria gone is dangerous. It is not what it used to be. Everything is changing, even with the return of magic.
I nodded, putting the scabbard away before preparing for bed.
You are in the Game now. Winter is here, and you will be challenged in deciding which battle is more important. Should your focus be on the enemies in the North or the enemies in the South. Visenya added.
It's too early for the Great War, I just arrived, I thought.
The unknown is the unknown for a reason. Be prepared.
There was nothing more after that. She was right, my mission is not the Iron Throne. It is to redeem House Targaryen's name and prepare the Westerosi for the Long Night. I have no knowledge about the Night King or his army, other than they are dead. I will have to talk with Varys or Tyrion to find a Maester who has knowledge on the subject, even if it's merely written as legends.
.o0o.
The North
A raven arrived from Dragonstone which Maester Wolkan was confused by the dragon sigil on a black seal. It was addressed to the King in the North. The Maester delivered the note to Jon, who was in his chamber going over battle strategies for the Army of the Dead. He was confused since the Night's Watch has no sigil, only a black shield. So why was there a dragon on it? Breaking the seal, he silently read the parchment to discover it was written by Tyrion Lannister. At first, he thought it was a trick until the last line confirmed this wasn't Cersei Lannisters doing.
The Dragon Queen wants to forge an alliance? Jon thought, a bit confused.
There hasn't been much talk about House Targaryen. Jon had heard that the last living Targaryens were somewhere in Essos. The only Targaryen he knew of personally was Maester Aemon. It was sad to lose a good mentor, the Dragon on the Wall, as he was secretly called. He taught him a lesson about the importance of duty and love. How love was the death of duty. Still, the White Wolf questioned this and left to find Sansa and Ser Davos. They gathered in the courtyards terrace, observing the children who were training how to be archers.
"You think it's really Tyrion?" Sansa asked, who was examining the parchment. "It could be someone trying to lure you into a trap."
"Read the last bit," Jon said.
""All dwarves are bastards in their father's eyes," Sansa read aloud. "What does that mean?"
"It's something he said to me the first night we met," Jon said, watching the children train in archery. "You know him better than any of us." He turned facing her. "What do you think?"
Sansa paused, analyzing the situation, remembering her first husband, "Tyrion's not like the other Lannisters. He was always kind to me, but it's too great a risk. 'The Seven Kingdoms will bleed as long as Cersei sits on the Iron Throne. Join us. Together, we can end her tyranny.' "
Ser Davos grabbed the scroll, "Sounds like a charmer. Of course, the casual mention of a Dothraki horde, a legion of Unsullied, and three dragons—a bit less charming."
The onion knight stopped, having a thought.
"What?" Jon asked.
"Fire kills wights, you told me," Ser Davos replied. "What breathes fire?"
Jon knew immediately, based on the legends that Dragons can breathe fire. Three flying dragons raining fire on the Army of the Dead could give them the advantage. The only problem was, what does Alysanne Targaryen want in this alliance. There was no statement of bending the knee, not like Queen Cersei's scroll. So does the Dragon Queen wish to form an alliance, to take down Cersei and that is that? The letter does address him as King Snow, not Lord Snow.
"You're not suggesting Jon meet with her?" Sansa asked.
"No, too dangerous," Ser Davos answered.
"But?" Jon asked.
"But if the Army of the Dead makes it past the Wall, do we have enough men to fight them?" Ser Davos replied.
All remained silent. It would be logical to have those three dragons to burn the Dead. The number of casualties would be limited. However, they were standing on thin ice. Does the Targaryen seek to claim the Seven Kingdoms or allow the North to be its own sovereignty? Sansa and Jon fought hard to reclaim Winterfell against the Boltons. The Battle of the Bastard left a red stain in Winterfell that will last for many generations. As Ramsey left a scar on everyone, physically, mentally, and emotionally. In the end, Tyrion's letter says alliance and nothing more. Jon focused on the young archers contemplating it more.
.o0o.
The Citadel
Jorah stood once more as an Archmaester came in with his apprentice to examine his condition. Archmaester Ebrose was careful, not digging his retractable baton into his flesh. A mere tap, gingerly probing so that it only made him wince instead of pain. As the elder Maester examined him, the apprentice, Samwell Tarly wrote the notes down. Unfortunately, instead of receiving positive news;
"The infection has spread too far," Ebrose declared, walking over to the desk, disinfecting his baton. "You should have cut off your arm the moment you were touched."
The Knight felt his heart sank, "How long?"
Archmaester Ebrose paused, staring at his condition before making an estimate, "It'll be years before it kills you. Could be ten. Could be twenty.
"How long until…?" Jorah couldn't finish it.
"Your mind? Six months, maybe fewer." Ebrose guessed as he took a tong that had a cotton swab drenched in pure alcohol to disinfect his tools.
Jorah took a deep breath as he took a seat on the bed. He wasted a few weeks for the Maesters to treat him. His case being tossed around, that he felt like he lost precious time. Samwell could sense the man's disappointment as he walked over to his mentor.
"Um…Pardon, Archmaester. I met Stannis Baratheon's daughter at Castle Black. She had the Greyscale as a baby and was cured."
Jorah looked at them with hope.
"No," Ebrose said.
"Isn't there some way –"
"Does this look like a baby to you?" Ebrose scolded pointing at the infected tissue.
"No," Samwell answered.
"Have you studied the varying rates of Greyscale progression in infants and fully-grown men?" Ebrose asked.
"No," Samwell answered.
If not being contaminated in Old Valyria. Where it was declared to be the primary source of the disease.
"Maester Cressen discovered Shireen Baratheon's affliction immediately. This is quite advanced," Ebrose explained, then turned to Jorah. "And beyond our skills, ser. Were you a commoner, I'd have you shipped to Valyria at once to live out your life with the stone men. As an anointed knight, and apologies of your case being mishandled, I'll allow you one more week." The Archmaester then glanced at the sword. "How you choose to spend that time is up to you."
Jorah stared at his sword and nodded.
"Come, Samwell," Ebrose said, leaving the room.
Samwell hesitated as he stared at the man, "Should we send word to your family, Ser….?"
"Jorah," the knight said. "Jorah Mormont."
"Mormont?" Samwell asked, surprised.
"There's no need. I've been dead to them for years." Jorah assured.
"Come, Samwell!" Ebrose called out.
Samwell nodded, collecting the tray with the tools before leaving the room. The apprentice for the Night's Watch was surprised that the patient with Greyscale was Jeor Mormont's son. Now Samwell felt like he had to do something. Lord Commander Jeor saved his life many times, even helped him escape Craster's Keep with Gilly and the baby. Sadly, Samwell felt guilty that he could not save Jeor from Karl who subdued him and Rast stabbing the Old Bear in the back. A coward, Samwell thought. Although he saved two lives, he felt like he failed his previous Lord Commander.
A life debt was made, and Samwell will figure out a way to repay his Lord Commander.
.o0o.
Alysanne's POV
The War Council was assembled from the leaders to the envoys that represent the Houses who support my claim to the Iron Throne. From my usual suspects of the Small Council, there were Yara and Theon Greyjoy, Lady Olenna from House Tyrell with her nephew Lord Paxter Redwyne from House Redwyne, Prince Quentyn Martell and his cousin Tyene, Ser Terrance of House Celtigar, and lastly, Captain Aurane Waters the uncle to Monterys for House Velaryon.
"If you want the Iron Throne, take it," Yara said. "We have an army, a fleet, and three dragons. We should hit King's Landing now, hard, with everything we have. The city will fall within a day."
"If we turn the dragons loose, tens of thousands will die in the firestorm," Tyrion argued.
"It's called war," Captain Aurane said. "You don't have the stomach for it, scurry back into hiding."
"House Martell's greatest regret is that Oberyn died fighting for you," Tyene bitterly added to Tyrion.
"That's enough," I spoke standing from my seat. "Lord Tyrion is Hand of the Queen. You will treat him with respect. I am not here to be the Queen of the Ashes."
"That's very nice to hear," Lady Olenna said, across the Painted Table. "Of course, I can't remember a queen who was better loved than my granddaughter. The common people loved her. The nobles loved her. And what is left of her now? Ashes. Commoners, nobles, they're all just children, really. They won't obey you unless they fear you."
I will not become my father, I thought keeping a neutral expression. "I'm grateful to you, Lady Olenna, for your counsel. I'm grateful to all of you. But you have chosen to follow me. I will not attack King's Landing. 'We' will not attack King's Landing."
"Then how do you mean to take the Iron Throne? By asking nicely?" Lady Olenna asked.
No wonder she earned her name of Queen of Thorns, I thought.
"We will lay siege to the Capital, surrounding the city on all sides. Cersei will have the Iron Throne, but no food for her army or the people." I explained.
"But we won't use Dothraki and Unsullied," Tyrion said. "Cersei will try to rally the lords of Westeros by appealing to their loyalty, their love for their country. It we besiege the city with foreigners, we prove her point. Our army should be Westerosi."
"And I suppose we're providing the Westerosi?" Quentyn asked.
"You are," Tyrion said, grabbing the totem of a sun. "Prince Quentyn, write a letter to your father, letting him know that Lady Greyjoy will be escorting your cousin to Sunspear. And her Iron Fleet will ferry the Dornish army back up to King's Landing." As he placed the Sun totem on the Capital. "The Dornish will lay siege to the capital alongside the Tyrell army."
"Meanwhile, the Redwyne, Celtigar, and Velayron fleet will forge a blockade and deal with Euron Greyjoy's fleet. Reports have stated that he has five hundred battleships ready. Not a thousand." Ser Barristan added.
"Well, no one can make a thousand ships in less than a year," Lord Paxter muttered.
In the beginning, we were cautious about Captain Euron's declaration of building a thousand warships. However, ambitious as it was, it was basically impossible based on the resources by the Iron Islands that is considered barren except for fish. It if was Braavos, then maybe, but the Braavosi hold a price to that Euron cannot afford with the golden price, and the Braavosi does not accept the iron price unless it's your own life.
"So, your master plan is to use our armies," Lady Olenna said. "Forgive me for asking, but why did you bother to bring your own?"
"The Unsullied will have another objective," Tyrion explained, grabbing the Unsullied totem and moved around the table. "For decades, House Lannister has been the true power in Westeros. And the seat of that power is Casterly Rock. Grey Worm and the Unsullied will sail for the Rock and take it." As he knocked the lion totem down on Casterly Rock.
"Afterwards, they will march east, taking the Twins in the Riverlands, and onward to the Vale." Ser Barristan added. "Securing the three Kingdoms, so the Lannisters have no allies to run too."
"What about the North or the Vale?" Captain Aurane asked. "Wouldn't they try to flee to the North?"
"House Stark is Cersei's enemy as well," Varys answered. "It would be a miracle if the lions and the wolves set their differences aside. And the Knights of the Vale remain neutral, after helping House Stark take down the Boltons."
"I am working on an alliance with House Stark," I assure them. "At this point, House Lannister and Euron Greyjoy are up against two great kingdoms and the Blood of Valyria. Do I have your support?"
The War Council paused thinking about it.
"You have mine," Yara said.
"Dorne is with you, Your Grace," Prince Quentyn said.
"House Celtigar have served the Targaryens for five hundred years," Ser Terrance said.
"House Velaryon is here for its cousin," Captain Aurane added.
Lord Paxter stared at Lady Olenna, who thought about it. After a moment, she nodded, as did the Captain.
"Thank you all, I am in your debt," I said, then stared at the Queen of Thorns, "Lady Olenna, may I speak with you in private?"
The War Council was dismissed. Once we had our privacy, I walked over to the North side of the table and faced the representative of the Reach. Based on my information, Lady Olenna was of House Redwyne before she married to Luthor Tyrell. She was almost intended to my great-uncle Prince Daeron Targaryen. However, it was not a question about the history of the olden times do I ask. I can see her grief has made her spiteful, more than a sharp tongue.
"I know you're here out for revenge on Cersei and not the support for me," I started. "But I swear to you, she will pay for what she's done. You have my word. And we will bring peace back to Westeros after the winter."
"Peace," Lady Olenna scoffed. "Do you think that's we had under your father? Or his father? Or his? Peace never lasts, my dear. Will you take a bit of advice from an old woman?"
I nodded.
"He's a clever man, your Hand. I've known a great many clever men. I've outlived them all. You know why? I ignored them."
I couldn't help but chuckle.
"The Lords of Westeros are sheep. Are you a sheep? No. You're a dragon. Be a dragon." She said.
I nodded. However, being a dragon means destruction. My inner fire is something I contain. It was first ignited when I attempted to kill Viserys in his sleep, then striking him to protect Daenerys, then killing the Undying Ones back in Qarth. The dragon fire subdued, until seeing the Unsullied in Astapor and having my army bled against the Good Masters. With my council's help, I managed to tame the flame in Yunkai and Meereen. It wasn't until the second siege of Meereen did the dragon wake, though tame, the temptation to burn it all is there. I followed House Targaryen's motto of 'Fire and Blood' though redefine it as a choice of Life and Death. My personal motto is Mercy, Peace, and Justice.
We were silent for a moment until I brought in the next topic.
"Varys and Lord Tyrion told me that the Crown is in debt to the Iron Bank," I started.
"That it is," She confirmed.
"Since Cersei holds a vendetta against House Tyrell, I have a feeling Highgarden will be under siege. I did not report this until Varys gets confirmation from his little birds. I ask that you order your two grandsons to evacuate Highgarden and its citizens, along with transferring your riches to a different location." I said.
"You don't think- "
"House Tyrell is considered to be the richest family since Casterly Rock mines went dry. To prevent the extinction of House Tyrell, I request you evacuate Highgarden and your funding. Cersei will steal the gold and pay off the debt, and if the whispers are true, use it to acquire the Golden Company."
Lady Olenna paused as she thought about it, "And what will happen once the Lannisters take Highgarden? You think we will just give it up?"
"Aegon the Conqueror chose House Tyrell for a reason. I assure you that House Tyrell will remain wardens of the Reach. Once the Lannisters take Highgarden, they will be met with a horde." I promised.
It took Lady Olenna a moment to understand what I meant. There is a reason why the Dothraki were not mentioned in the meeting. At first, it was a struggle to teach the Dothraki about control. This war will not be a bloodbath. There will be no pillaging or raping any of the cities or villages. The Lannister Army is one the most elite in Westeros since Tywin Lannister took over House Lannister. The Unsullied can defeat them, but two armies taught in the code of arms could end numbers. But the Dothraki, with their spontaneous instinct can overpower them. It's just Daenerys needs to limit the bloodshed. The Realm will need all the men we can get when the Long Night occurs.
Hey guys, so you noticed there are characters from the book. In this version, Tyene is not Ellaria's daughter.
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