Sister's Keepers

Edited by DesertMortician

Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones

A/N: This Chapter is rated M for Sexual Content.

Chapter 101: The War Council

Alysanne's POV

The following days have been the same. Jorah goes over war plans with Kovarro and Grey Worm. Varys is trying to get in his little birds to gather more information and advising people to move to the inner parts of the city without giving the Lannister army warning. Tyrion and Ser Jaime have stood by, yet the guards keep a closer eye on the two. If they ask someone to deliver a letter, it will be stopped. Jorah and I still have our suspicions of the Lannister brother's trying to protect their Sister.

Meanwhile, I was busy training Jon. We kept flying around Dragonstone doing Valyrian dragon spells. Things were getting faster than we anticipated. It was like the dragons wanted to prove themselves. Although Drogon has been following us. At first, we thought he wanted to join the race, however when Viserion did a dive to show an underwater strike. It was the last thing we practiced on, holding our breath for striking from below. Yet when reaching the surface, Drogon would shriek at Viserion.

Seriously, Drogon has been acting strange. I'm starting to wonder if Drogon found a rider in my unborn child. Instead of becoming wild as anticipated, he remains intelligent. When we land, Viserion would still refuse to let me go and shriek and roar at Drogon. And when I do get off, Viserion is still trying to show dominance. As if telling his older brother to stay away from me. As if Drogon was trying to steal me to be his rider. Jon noticed this behavior, and soon after, Jorah did as well. I remember that conversation during dinner.

"Drogon has been acting strange," Jorah murmured.

"Indeed," I agreed.

"I do not know much about dragons, but has the spirits told you why?" he asked.

"No, I haven't had much contact with Visenya," I answered, redirecting the truth. "She wants me to do this war without her guidance to grow."

Jorah nodded, taking a sip of wine, "Still, Drogon is challenging Viserion. It reminds me of bears brawling over territory and a mate."

I snorted when hearing this, "You think Viserion and Drogon are fighting to mate me? I doubt that anatomy is possible."

"Maybe not mate you, but have you as their rider," Jorah inquires. "I fear you still harnessed with Viserion will end up in a fight with Drogon."

"I assure you, they won't," I promised.

"And why is that?" he asked.

Because I'm pregnant, I thought before lying. "Because I'm bonded to Viserion. Nothing, but my death can separate us."

Jorah sighed but nodded.

I got up and walked around to sit on his lap. My husband was a bit surprised since it has been a while since I've sat on him. Being close to him. Yes, we sleep next to each other, and back to hugging and kissing, but we haven't been intimate. Not since leaving Winterfell. I leaned forward to kiss him. Feeling his beard scrape along my cheeks while kissing partially chap lips.

Jorah wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. The pull returns, the string that always pulls us back together. The bond we shared. We had this bond probably since Vaes Dothrak, but the string that connected us showed itself when he returned to me. Yet I feel this string was made when we both entered the Veil.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers combing through his hair. A part of me wanted to continue, however, training Jon and using the Dragon Magic has left me exhausted. A slight yawned escaped return, in which Jorah pulled back with a tired smile.

"Let's get some rest," he murmured.

"I'm sorry, I'm a terrible wife," I sighed, resting my forehead against his.

He chuckled deeply, "And I am a terrible husband."

I shook my head.

He pecked my cheek before picking me up and carried me to bed. We stripped until we were in us under clothes. I curled up to him, head on his chest while tracing his side. He had one arm wrapped around me, rubbing my back. In his arms, I felt I was at home. The same feeling of security since living in Braavos. It may not be the House with the Red Door, but his arms were the walls, and his heart is the hearth.

.o0o.

The following days were the War Council returned. Tomorrow will be the council meeting to go over the battle strategies. It won't be long until the siege arrives. I greeted each member in person. Captain Aurane was the first to arrive with Ser Terrance, including their naval fleet. The next day Lord Paxter came with Ser Garlan, Ser Gareth, Quentyn Martell and Tyene. All reported that their forces are marching and gathering at the campsite. The Dornish were still marching, but they will be here in a few days.

Yet I noticed Ser Gareth had a pleasing look. One could almost say proudly.

"How is everything in Highgarden?" I asked. "Is Lady Olenna doing well?"

Ser Garlan answered, "She is doing well, Your Grace. In fact, she is in high spirits. Ser Gareth has his spirits high too."

"And what high spirits is that?" I asked with a smile.

"My brother and his wife are expecting their first child. She is almost five months pregnant or so does the Maester estimated," Ser Garlan answered.

"I'm glad to hear the gods have provided them a child," I murmured.

Ser Garlan and Ser Gareth nodded. Calculating, the date Lady Elain must have gotten pregnant after a month of their wedding or probably conceived on her wedding night. I'm curious about the Doe of House Wensington. Lady Olenna says she is a strong, smart girl, yet careful. Ser Gareth mentioned his daughter is no typical Lady, having two sides, the noblewoman and the Stormlander. Along with meeting Lord Willas. A cripple man with a sharp mind.

"I'm still surprised you let your only daughter marry a cripple." Ser Garlan teased Ser Gareth.

Ser Gareth shook his head, "Why must you insult your brother. At least I know my daughter is in good hands with a man who will honor and cherish her."

"How long have the two been courting?" I asked.

Ser Gareth paused, "They've known each other for ten years, but the courtship didn't start until Elain was eighteen."

Oh, that is right, Lady Elain and Lord Willas have an age difference of roughly ten years.

"Yeah, but my father made it difficult," Ser Garlan added. "Thinking House Wensington was a lesser house."

Ser Gareth sighed, "Despite being descended from both Durrandon and Baratheon."

"Well, now House Wensington is a Great House. Your ancestors would be proud." I confirmed ending the conversation. "Congratulations on your new grandchild."

Ser Gareth nodded as he excused himself to rest.

"Why don't you rest, Ser Garlan, the meeting won't be until tomorrow," I said.

"Thank you, Your Grace," As he left.

I nodded, watching him leave, still pleased in hearing the rebirth the Tyrells are having. After the tragedy at the Great Sept of Baelor. Leaving Lord Willas and Ser Garlan the last of the head of their family. Now Lady Elain is with a child is the step in the right direction of healing without justice.

The thought of their child had me rest a hand on my stomach, thinking of my own. I know I should tell Jorah, but I need to be in the siege. The spell I need to do to get Drogon into the fight and help Jon. It's wrong for a pregnant woman to fight. However, Visenya and Rhaenys fought while they were pregnant while riding their dragons. I'm sure I'll be fine, especially with the dragon armor coming around. I will tell him a week after the battle.

"Alysanne," Missandei spoke.

I mentally cursed because she saw the action, "Yes, Missandei?"

She gave a reassuring smile. She leaned over, taking my hand, "It is all right. Your secret is safe with me."

"Missandei," I gasped.

"I've noticed when your small clothes haven't been stained nor your sheets," she explained. "Women are far keener than men."

I chuckled softly, rubbing my neck.

"All I ask is for you to be careful," Missandei said.

I nodded, appreciating to have a friend like Missandei. She indeed has been there for me since freeing her from Kraznys mo Nakloz. She had a chance to live her own life; if she asked for money to start over, I would have given it. Instead, she stood by my side not as a slave, but as an interpreter and friend. She gave me her wisdom from her experience and the culture of the Ghiscari. And it wasn't long before she found love in Grey Worm. Although she still hasn't told me about the pillar or the stone question.

We walked for a bit away from all the chaos of war preparation. Any day now, the siege will happen. I was nervous. I was nervous, if not terrified in the Long Night. For I fear and accept death. The duel with the Night King with his army of wights and the Ice Dragon. Now, this battle will be different. No dark forces. Only a war amongst men.

It brought up a quote Visenya once said, "Men go to battle. Women wage war."

"It seems so," Missandei agreed. "Especially for this battle."

I nodded.

"Has Grey Worm spoken to you on a personal question?" Missandei asked.

"No, he hasn't," I answered. "You might as well tell me since he forgets to ask."

Missandei sighed, "It is not my question."

I turned to face her, "Missandei, men are forgetful at times when dealing with war. "

Missandei sighed, "He wishes to leave your service once you are settled as Queen. And allow us to sail back to Naath."

I was caught by surprise when hearing this, for I did not expect Grey Worm and Missandei to leave.

There was a slight sting, for I didn't want to lose my best friend and Commander. However, I gave them the choice and freedom. If they wanted to leave, I wouldn't hold it against them. Even provide them a ship, men, supplies, and money.

"I would be sad to see you go, but I understand," I told her. "Can I make one request."

"Of course, Alysanne," Missandei said.

"Can you stay until my child is born," I asked quietly. "I want a familiar face. Afterward, I will send all the Naath descent Unsullied to help protect your people."

Missandei smiled, "Of course."

"Although, what about the butterflies? Aren't they poisonous to those who aren't native?" I asked.

The translator gave a small smile, "There is a way to protect outsiders from the butterflies' dust. Naath has berries everyone eats. As long as Grey Worm eats the berries, he'll be immune to them."

"And the pirates and slavers never discovered this?" I asked, surprised.

"Well, the barriers have a bitter taste. One can compare to lemon and raw garlic," she explained.

My stomach turns to imagine the taste of raw garlic and lemon mixture, "Now I feel sorry for him."

Missandei chuckled, "It is a sacrifice he is willing to take. At least the berries are good when cooking with jackfruit."

I can only imagine.

We continue our walk-in peace. A part of me was sad that Missandei and Grey Worm will leave in the future. In the end, they deserve happiness. I just hope we keep in touch when we go our separate ways, or they visit now and then.

.o0o.

I sat by my vanity, brushing my hair. Noting it was getting longer. Long enough that I can do more with it. Yet I feel like I was not worthy of having a Dothraki braid like I used to do with Daenerys. We tried to keep so much of the Dothraki culture with us after Drogo's death. However, the motivations were no longer there. As if Cersei cut the braids herself, separating me from my Sister.

I took a few deep breaths. As much as I want to grieve and mourn, I need to stay focused. I've let my emotions get the better of me that it almost destroyed everything. Now I need to stand strong until justice is done. I wiped the tears away and took deep breaths, so there was no color in my cheeks.

Tomorrow is the War council meeting. In a few days, the siege will happen, and Cersei will be removed from power. All of this will be over. And yet Ser Barristan's request for me to be happy lingers in my head. I haven't thought about my third father figure. How he wanted from me is to be happy, whether it is a queen or not. I question if I would be satisfied as Queen of the Six Kingdom? Can I be a ruler for Westerosi?

I could rule until a son comes of age. But would it be selfish for me to hand over the responsibility at a young age? Thinking about rulers who became the leading monarch at a young age. Hell. King Jaehaerys outlived his children, and his grandchild became an heir. Right now, all I want is to take Cersei down. And when that child is born, have her head on a spike.

Taking another deep breath, I set the brush down and went over to the fireplace to check on the eggs. There was some disappointment that the eggs didn't hatch after Daenerys' funeral pyre. I had hoped one of them could have hatched or something—even a slight movement or vibration when holding them. In the end, they were stone eggs. Especially a female dragon. Dragons can live for two centuries, maybe three. Viserion, Drogon, and Rhaegal are all males. There could stand a chance one of them could change sex, just like the Cannibal, who've changed gender and had an asexual birth.

Adding more wood to the fire and adjusting the eggs, I sat there in a daze.

Time seemed to vanish when I heard the door open. I glanced over my shoulder to see it was Jorah. I gave him a small smile in which he returned. He took off his cloak before coming over and sitting in a chair. He started working on the straps that secured his gambeson. I scooted closer, helping him take it off, leaving him in his boots, trousers, and undershirt. Being generous, I started taking off his boots. It was a bit of struggle, but I managed.

"You might as well get new boots," I told him, tossing one to the side and working on the other.

"I might as well," he agreed.

I chuckled as I worked on the second boot, giving a few more tugs until it came off. Jorah gave a sigh of relief, as his feet were now free.

"Another long day," I murmured.

"Just getting the final details with Grey Worm and Kovarro," he confirmed. "The Golden Company is an army not to mess with. From what Varys reported, the Commander in charge is Ser Harry Strickland. I've fought alongside him in a few battles."

"What do you know about him?" I asked.

"His great-grandsire lost his land when he rose in the First Blackfyre Rebellion with Daemon Blackfyre. He was born in exile and raised with the Golden Company, as was his father and grandfather. I'm surprised he is captain-general of the Golden Company," he answered.

"And why is that?" I asked.

Jorah gave a slight snort, "He tends to boast 'gold for four 'generations and often complains of blisters on his feet from long marches. Let alone, he is not the bravest of men."

"I can see why you are discouraged by this," I murmured.

"If I can negotiate with him to surrender, offer the Golden Company pardons and lands, we can spare half the bloodshed. However, the Golden Company has never broken a contract. Their motto is 'Our word is good as gold.'" He added.

"Let alone you're married to a Targaryen and the dispute between King Daeron II and Daemon Blackfyre. All because King Aegon IV couldn't keep it in his pants, favoring his bastards over his legitimate children."

Jorah nodded.

"I don't know if I have told you this, but the captain-general for the Golden Company inherits Blackfyre," he said.

"I was aware of that," I murmured. "It would be nice to reclaim a lost heirloom. Solidifying our future son's claim."

I had to be careful not to mention the pregnancy.

"You have the ring, and I believe the dragons will prove it," he assured.

I got up and sat on his lap, "I know." I then pecked his lip, "Please don't overdo yourself. I'd rather you stay alive."

Jorah raised a hand, cradling my cheek, "I can't promise that. I wish I could say the same thing about you. But you have the heart of a shieldmaiden."

"And you are a warrior," I murmured, leaning into his touch.

After saying that, I lean down, kissing him.

Jorah kissed me back. The kiss started off soft and gentle until I took it deeper, missing his touch. He seemed to notice this as his hands wrapped around my body, bringing us closer. He broke the kiss, going along my neck, claiming a spot that stirred my senses. Meanwhile, his hands grasped and molded my body. I moaned, lulling my head back, before working on the strings of his shirt. Except Jorah blocked them as he buried his face into my breast. A gasp escaped, for everything felt more enhanced than it did two months ago. However, Jorah didn't notice.

Suddenly he picked me up and stood. Automatically my legs wrapped around him until he laid me on the bed. He pulled back, hovering over me as he stared down. I panted, staring into his blue eyes. The light from the fire flickers along his face. He stripped his shirt and hovered over me. Not a second longer, lips claiming my own. He licked my lips, asking permission; I parted slightly before he shoved his tongue, tasting everything. Our tongues danced, yet he was dominant. It was clear who was in charge, and I let it.

I tried to feel his back, yet Jorah glided his hands along my arms, lifting my wrists and pinned them above my head. Deepening the kiss, he hugged me at the hips, chest, and thighs. His erection nudged into my hips. Unable to breathe, I broke the kiss turning my head to the side slightly, panting for air. Jorah bowed lower, lashing his tongue over my skin towards my breast sending shivers up my spine and coaxed me to wrap my legs around his hips. He nipped at the nightgown's cleavage before moving up, a nip part of my jaw, and kissed his way up to my lips. He grinds his erection against me, and I tilted my hips to meet his.

"Now," I demanded, still out of breath.

Jorah complied, as he lifted the skirt of the nightgown to my hips. He spat into his fingers and shoved them inside me, lubricating my core. I squirmed as he grazed that spot. Once he felt my muscles relaxing and wet, he lowered his pants down enough to free his member and shoved it inside me. I gasped, not quite prepared, but the problem was resolved as he kissed the spot on my neck that drove me insane. Foreplay was gone; the need to be one consumed us as my husband set the pace.

When we make love, we are equals. Most of the time, Jorah took the lead. As he always tries to find a way to bring me sexual satisfaction. On occasions, we fuck, needing pleasure and distraction. This is one distraction we both needed. After everything that has happened in the last month. Not a steady increase pace, but strong hard thrusts. The bear was in control. All I want is to feel him. Knowing he will never hurt me. Our lips joined then not as our foreheads were pressed together, breathing each other's air.

Not long after, Jorah pulled out and slightly turned my hips. I complied, moving to my hands and knees. I listen, hearing more of trousers coming down before grasping my hips and taking me from behind. I moaned, bowing my head feeling my walls stretch. Jorah groaned as he hunched over me, his head pressed against my neck. Thrusting faster and harder, hitting that spot. I squirmed beneath him, uttering soft cries that grew to screams as he hit his mark. Once he found it, he was relentless, laying siege without mercy. He pushes faster and deeper, on and on until I wailed at that wrenched climax.

"Oh Gods," I gasped and suddenly came.

My body trembled that I lost my bearings and bowed, leaning on my forearms on the mattress. Jorah cursed, adjusting himself feeling my orgasm, pausing for a moment. Until it passed and returned to his pace. This feeling was different; everything was heightened, almost like taking an aphrodisiac drug. As if I was in heat. Jorah grasped my hips, pounding away.

"Alysanne," he groaned.

"Don't stop," I pleaded.

His hand slid up, grasping my breast, shoving the shift slightly to grope it. His finger fiddles the nipple. Already my breast has become sore and brought a pain and pleasure sensation. I bit my lip to suppress a sob. The groping and near pinch, until he let go of my waist and his other hand joined to take the other breast. The gown's fabric blocks them to the fullest, that he growls, tugging on the string to loosen the nightgown to expose my breast. His calloused hands took hold.

When all of a sudden, he pulled me back as he knelt on his knees. A hand still on my breast while the others slid back down, scrunching the gown's skirt away to press his fingers along my clit. I gasped, trying to find stability as I wrapped a hand on his side while the other on the back of his neck. The hand that was on my breast slither up, wrapping around my neck, turning it slightly, claiming my lips. Desperately I tried to kiss back, yet his hard thrusts have become too much to focus. Feeling my senses rile up again, nearing to climax, until I was nothing but water in his arms, moaning into the mouth as he consumed it.

Jorah remained still, groaning as he felt my walls clenching around his member in a tight grip. It was starting to become too much. My body was so overwhelmed as it was changing and this passionate, if not rough sex. My husband can sense the tiredness as he pulled out and gently laid me down. However, I will not stop his sexual needs. As I gestured to him to come back, laying on my back. He obliged, sliding back in. He practically laid on top of me, yet not as much to crush, keeping some weight on a forearm near my head and his other wrapped under me. I wrapped my arms around him feeling his back, touching the areas that give him pleasure.

We kissed for a moment as he began to thrust, no longer being gentle as he seeks his release. Until he broke the kiss and bowed his head into my neck. His hot breath tickled my ear while the beard scratched my neck. I gasped, panting every time he thrust while holding onto him for dear life. Being impaled over and over again as it becomes erratic.

"Fuck," he groaned.

"Jorah," I gasped, nails digging into his back.

Once more, I felt I was going to come again. Overwhelmed, I bit his shoulder on the erratic none scarred side, for it was too much as I came for the third time. Jorah gasped and groaned, going faster and harder until he returned the favor biting my shoulder and finally came. As he spilled his seeds deep inside me while bucking a few shallow thrusts until spent. We were both spent, panting while tangled to one another, recovering from our orgasms.

Jorah moved his head, staring at me for a moment. Seeing all the emotions, he held for me. I cradled his face caressing his cheek before leaning up and gave him a loving kiss. He kissed back, keeping it soft and gentle. We were a sweating mess, disheveled, as my nightgown scrunched up, and his trousers tangled at his shins. We were so desperate for touch we didn't care about clothes.

Carefully he pulled out and adjusted us to a comfortable position as I curled up to him. At the same time, Jorah wrapped an arm around me, rubbing my side. We were both panting, catching our breaths. We needed release; even though it was slightly rough, our instincts took control.

"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I was a bit aggressive."

I kissed his shoulder, where I bit him, "I don't mind the roughness."

"Still," he sighed.

I adjusted myself, "I do enjoy it when the bear comes out."

A small smile graced his lips as he gave a peck on my very own, "You always seem to surprise me."

"That's what happens when you marry a Targaryen." I teased back.

He nodded as he pulled me down, "Tomorrow will be the war council meeting."

I nodded, tracing his chest.

"Are you nervous?" he asked.

"I am," I mumbled.

"It will be fine," he assured. "The Reach and Dorne want justice."

"I know that…but what if it doesn't work." I murmured. "The last thing I want is to lose you."

Jorah sighed and combed his fingers through my hair, "You know I will fight for you, kill for you, and die for you."

I bit my lip. A part of me wants to tell him about the pregnancy, to fight for his child. In the end, I shouldn't, for he will pull me out of battle. After the riot in the Daznak Pit, his concern for my safety is severe. And what happened during the Battle of Winterfell scared him for the near-death experience. Yet as long as I am on Viserion, Jorah gives leeway, even after what happened to Daenerys. But with Durak making armor with the dragons, he is not holding me back.

"I want a future with you," I told him. "A family. Sons and Daughters, as many as the gods allow."

Jorah kissed the top of my head, "As do I."

"I love you," I murmured.

"And I love you," he replied back.

It wasn't long when sleep took us. Knowing we will need it for the upcoming meeting to set the plan in motion.

.o0o.

It was the day of the War Council meeting. All the essential members of the war council were here as we circle around the sacred table. From my original council to Captain Aurane, Ser Terrence, Quentyn Martell, Tyene, with the Dornish General, Ser Garlan, Ser Gareth, and Lord Paxter. Along with Jon and Ser Davos. I had Ser Jaime excluded from this meeting, for even though he petitions for his Sister to live until birth, I did not trust where his true loyalties lie.

"Gentlemen, Tyene," I greeted them all. "thank you all for arriving as we discuss the final preparations for battle."

"Your Grace, I would like to give my condolences," Prince Quentyn replied. "Your sister was a remarkable woman."

The others gave their condolences as well.

I took a deep breath putting my internal mask on, "Thank you. I truly appreciate it. I also thank you all for returning to overthrow Cersei Lannister, after the Long Night and providing evacuation if the battle didn't succeed."

The men nodded. As the naval forces were in White Harbor waiting to evacuate the refugees from the northern parts of Winterfell. Fortunately, we were able to defeat the Night King and his army. How long the battle took, no one knows for sure, some would say it took an entire day and a half, others say two. It was not as long as the First Long Night, yet the Great War came with sacrifices. As all of us from Noble Houses lost many men.

"We all have been victims to the Lannister head family," I said. "Or have been victims of the wars their families have caused—Brother fighting against brother. Father's losing sons and daughters. And the property being taken away. The War of the Five Kings was based on a lie. A lie Cersei Lannister created for her illegitimate children. Mainly her eldest son, who was not sired by Robert Baratheon along with the manipulation of Lord Petyr Baelish, who had a vendetta against House Stark and House Tully."

"Yet you have two Lannisters in your keep," Tyene announced.

"As I told you before, Lord Tyrion wants to overthrow his sister as anyone else," I corrected.

"Yet he is no longer Hand of the Queen," Tyene added. "Along with the Kingslayer."

Before I could speak, Tyrion stepped in, "I stepped down as Hand of the Queen for I failed her Majesty on negotiating terms in rescuing Princess Daenerys. However, it does not stop my faith in Queen Alysanne and defeating my Sister."

"And the Kingslayer?" Captain Aurane asked.

"My brother Jaime holds the same feeling on Cersei. He knows when a ruler has reached madness, and petition for our Sister to be exiled." Tyrion answered.

"You are not considering sparing that woman after what she did to my family and others at the Sept of Balor?" Ser Garlan asked, clenching his fist.

Even Prince Quentyn held a disapproval look. Since Cersei sent Ser Jaime and Ser Bronn to 'rescue' Princess Myrcella, and that lead to a chain reaction of Ellaria Martell and two of the Sandsnakes to murder Princess Myrcella and Prince Trystane after their failed coed to overthrow Prince Doran and forcing Princess Arianne to take power under their terms while Prince Quentyn was ambassador to me.

"I assure you, Cersei Lannister and those who had a part in the destruction of the Sept of Baelor shall face justice. She omitted her trial from the Faith, therefore, is found guilty. Due to her status as a dowager Queen and Queen Mother, she will have a royal execution by the sword." I assured.

"And what about Euron Greyjoy?" Lord Paxter asked. "You may put restrictions for Lady Yara to be Queen of the Iron Islands and not to raid Westeros. But Euron is a madman. His word is no better than tar. The seas won't be safe, nor would our trade with Essos."

"I assure you, Euron won't make it out alive," I promised. "Before Ser Barristan's passing, he along with the Small Council have been working on plans to take siege of King's Landing so it would never be a slaughter like Tywin's."

"Are these the same plans as last time?" Ser Terrence asked.

"Yes, with modifications," I added. "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. From what Lord Varys has told me recently, with the refugees by royal decree to fill the city, their resources are dwindling. What has been seven to five years has become two years of grain. And numbers will dwindle faster than they will anticipate if we follow the plan."

"But, you won't use Dothraki and Unsullied?" Ser Terrence reminded.

"No," Jorah spoke, joining the conversation. "I had my experience with the Golden Company. They have never lost a battle when invading a city or other means of their service. I, along with Commander Torgo Nudho and Head Bloodrider Kovarro, shall lead the Unsullied and Dothraki to deal with them."

This seems to please the War Council. Since in the beginning, they were not entirely pleased that their men would be taking charge of the siege several months ago. Though understand, it was wise that natives of Westeros should deal with the blockade and not outsiders. However, Cersei has brought outsiders into the fold. Despite the fact the Golden Company is made up of descendants of the Blackfyre rebellion, they have not set foot in Westeros until now. They were as much outsiders as I am.

"As King Jorah leads the possible battle with the Golden Company, meanwhile the Dornish will lay siege to the Capital alongside the Tyrell army and the remaining of the Stormlander knights," Tyrion announced.

"You forget, Euron has a thousand ships loaded with advanced ballistas," Captain Aurane noted.

"Actually, they have seven hundred ships," Varys spoke out. "The Ironborn couldn't get enough resources and time to build a thousand. A play on words."

"After the Battle of the Goldroad, my brother, Lord Willas, saw the ruined parts of the Scorpion." Ser Garlan added. "From gathering the blueprints from Prince Doran that the Dornish used during the Dornish War, he has built a few hundred to go on each of the naval ships to even the odds."

"The Redwyne fleet has got its Scorpion. In a weeks' time, we can get them on the Velaryon and Celtigar ships." Lord Paxter added.

"All four naval fleets will form a barricade surrounding the Ironfleet," Tyrion explained. "Preventing trade from Braavos and other loyal houses."

"And what if Euron gives the order to attack?" Ser Terrence asked. "Forgive me, but the Ironborn don't follow noble conduct."

"That is when King Snow and I step in," I answered. "As the Lannister army and Golden Company are dealing with our armies, the Ironfleet won't be expecting three dragons from striking from above and below."

"Queen Alysanne and I will attack the Ironfleet while the naval forces prevent any from escaping," Jon added.

"So, you will use the dragons," Ser Gareth noted.

I nodded, "There are some military groups that should not remain to stand. Euron is a true pirate who craves blood. Do you think any of Westeros's coasts are safe under his reign? All the rich port cities, like Old Town, Sunspear, Durran's Point, Tarth, Claw Isle, Driftmark, Arbor, or any of the islands, are safe? The Ironfleet needs to be eradicated."

They all nodded in agreement.

"As the battle is happening on all fronts, a small group shall enter through blackwater bay and sneak their way into the Red Keep," Tyrion added. "But only after the third day."

"Why three days?" Prince Quentyn asked.

"We want to give people the chance to overthrow Cersei, or at least willing to open the gates to surrender and allow us entrance to take siege of the Red Keep. If it does not happen, a small party shall sneak in through the tunnels and capture Cersei," Tyrion added.

"In one week, we will take back what has been stolen from us," I said. "Our homes, friends, family, and the people shall get the justice they deserve these last five years."

Everyone nodded. We are nearing the end of this journey—the next step for House Targaryen in taking back what has been stolen. I am too far to step back now. And I want Cersei dead as anyone else. Even it means ruling the Six Kingdoms.

Sorry for the long wait. I had hope to finish the story in August. However, my job moved to a new location and thus started from scratch. Please bear with me. I might do a chapter for Warg Maiden and The Other Lannister Sister before continuing the splurge on Sister's Keepers. We are getting closer to the end.

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