Sister's Keeper

Edited by: DesertMortician

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Chapter 104: The Talk

Alysanne's POV

I stood there, watching as Quaithe tended to my husband's hand in the tent. My husband, a great swordsman that he is did a stupid thing. He grabbed a Valyrian steel sword by the blade. Well, the forte, which is the strongest part of the longsword. The forte is usually not the sharpest part, mainly blunt. However, Valyrian Steel has a short forte. Thus, my husband has a cut on his hand. Not severe to amputate, but it is clear he will not be using his left hand for a while.

"Did you forget you were fighting with Valyrian Steel?" I asked Jorah.

"Strickland wouldn't expect it," Jorah countered, then winced from the stitching.

"You and needles," I chuckled.

Jorah grumbled under his breath. He was fine being treated for normal injuries, but he crosses the line when it comes to stitches, hence the scarring. Apparently, it takes a lot of liquor to make men get stitches. I wonder how much he drank when younger during the rebellion and serving the Golden Company.

The first day of the siege went well. Euron's Iron Fleet is no more. The dragons and our allied naval fleet put an end to the armada. Now the blockade is there keeping in Black Water Bay, preventing any ships from entering or leaving King's Landing. The Reach, Dornish, Stormlanders, and other allies, if not the Unsullied, kept the gates barred while the Dothraki were patrolling around the battlements. Meanwhile, the Golden Company, who have surrendered after the duel, was given permission to cremate their dead and watched as we speak.

I was not one to deny people their funeral rights, even with the Great Masters who had a part in the trail of tears of children. Once punished and perish for their crimes, I allow them to have their funeral rights. The fact the Golden Company were at odds, they still took the risk to fight despite being slaughtered. Either brave or stupid, or as my husband puts it…stubborn.

Still, day one of the siege went well.

Although there was an issue that needed to be addressed. One Jorah said before he went to duel Captain Strickland. He was aware I was pregnant. I thought I hid the pregnancy well. Except, he noticed it. I thought the physical signs were not noticeable. However, I should have known better.

After a while, Quaithe was done.

"Try not using your hand in the next few days," Quaithe instructed.

"I doubt he can resist," I jest. "Thank you, Quaithe. I'm not that advanced in stitching human flesh, especially on the hands."

"Of course, your grace," the Shadow binder replied, taking the tray of her materials and left.

Once she was gone, I stared at Jorah sitting on a chair staring at me. He was glancing at his injured hand before glancing at the Targaryen swords on the table. Both Blackfyre and Dark Sister. Never have I thought these swords would return to me. However, Bran Stark found Dark Sister stating Bloodraven was the previous Three-Eyed Raven wanted to return to the living before passing on to the next life. And a few hours ago, Jorah reclaimed Blackfyre after defeating Captain Strickland. Two lost swords returned to Targaryen's hand. And now add the third of Frozenfang. All three swords together.

"Sword of kings," Jorah murmured. "Something our son shall wield."

"And what gave that away?" I asked.

He looked up at me with a smile, "The night before I left. When we made love."

"Oh?" I asked, walking over and leaned against the table. "Is that so?"

He nodded, "I was questioning it the past few days until confronting you about it. You can't lie well when it is vital information about yourself."

I scoffed, "You know me so well."

"How long have you known?" he asked.

"Since the Windwyrm," I answered. "I had my suspicions until Aegon confirmed it."

Jorah merely nodded, looking at me with a blank face.

"It explains my behavior," I sighed, rubbing my neck. "Although not everything should be placed on the babe. I was mourning and angry. All of it blinded me to see nothing but blood."

A hand rested on my arm. I glanced at Jorah, wondering what he was going to say. We were careful. I was on the Lys Elixir. However…we never did the pulling out method since his return. Relying on the elixir and contraception being complicated. Hell, in five years of being married to Viserys, I've only got pregnant once, and that lead to a miscarriage. But now…either I drank a lousy batch or forgot to take a vial. I was sure I drank the vials, keeping track of it with Missandei's help.

"This is something to not put stress on," he assured. "We did not expect this."

"So, you are not angry with me?" I asked.

He sighed, "I'm not pleased that you went into battle while pregnant. But I will be calling myself a hypocrite being born from Bear Island."

I nodded.

"However, with your condition, I ask that you don't take part in any more battles." He explained. "After Gillian struggling with three pregnancies that lead to miscarriages and her death…I can't fathom the thought."

"Along with I having the condition as my mother, and her going through nine pregnancies and only four children survived infancy and…her dying on the birthing bed." I finished.

Jorah nodded in agreement.

We will have to be careful. All my life experiences of injury take longer to heal. I was sick for months coughing after Rhaegal accidentally set me on fire. And many more after the Daznak pit, after the Sons of the Harpy attacked me. My recovery will take some time if I manage to carry this babe to full term. And having this child might kill me.

I tried not to think of the negatives of childbearing.

"How far do you think you are?" he asked, changing the subject.

"I'm not sure, somewhere after we got married," I guessed.

He nodded before pulling me down to sit on his lap. We had our armor removed the moment we entered the tent. So, nothing was blocking us. His lips pressed against my forehead before going down to claim my lips. I sighed, kissing him back. It started off soft and gentle. A part of me wanted to take it further when an Unsullied outside the tent made an announcement.

"Lord Tyrion is here!" the Unsullied announced.

I sighed, pecking Jorah before getting up and leaned against the table, arms crossed, "Send him in."

Tyrion came in examining the area, noticing Jorah on a chair while I was standing. Probably checking for any signs of disruption of something intimate. Unfortunately, his disruption happened early.

"Lord Tyrion," I greeted.

"Your grace," Tyrion replied back. Then glance at Jorah, "Your grace."

"Is there something you need?" I asked.

"I just wanted to report that the perimeter is secured, and day one has been a success," Tyrion reported.

I nodded, "Not what you expected?"

"No, not at all," Tyrion confessed.

During my darkest moment, I thought about destroying the Red Keep. But after having a few conversations with the living and the dead, I've changed my mind.

"What are your plans for tomorrow?" Tyrion asked.

"To wait," I answered. "Allow the people to decide. By day three, our spies will infiltrate to capture Cersei."

Tyrion nodded again, "And you ensure my sister's safety?"

"Until the child is born," I promised.

"And what will happen to the child?" Tyrion asked.

I wonder if Ser Jaime has sent him to ensure the fate of mother and child. Cersei will face the executioner's sword. Nothing can prevent her from death after killing so many people in the last few years.

"The child will be placed under the custody of the father, stripped from any royal inheritance," I informed. "However, due to the child's parentage. Ser Jaime shall be known as the uncle and the child as the ward. Along with not being seen in Crownlands again unless invited."

Tyrion nodded in relief, "And have you figured out your council yet?"

"Are you here to ask for your position as Hand?" Jorah asked.

"Of course not, I want to make sure her majesty has an excellent Small Council," he explained.

"I have not yet selected my official Small Council," I announced.

"You need to select your council as soon as possible," Tyrion inquired.

"Duly noted, you are excused," I said, finishing the conversation.

Tyrion sighed as he left the tent. Once he was gone, I took a deep breath. I glanced at Jorah, who held the same restraint and irritation. As much as we respect Tyrion, he has lost our trust in keeping secrets. It was clear when it comes to family, despite them betraying him. Tyrion can't hold the same vendetta, especially after killing his father.

"Wished you have thrown him into the sea now?" I asked.

Jorah snorted, "Now and then."

I chuckled softly, then sighed, "I don't know what to do with Tyrion. He has made mistakes, kept secrets from us. The tunnels, Cersei's condition…I need a Hand who can be honest with me."

"Well, you need to select one soon enough," Jorah replied, eyeing my belly. "Once you go into confinement, you will need a Hand."

"I have a Consort," I recalled.

"Last time I ran an Island, and I barely made it without my aunt," he confessed.

I nodded.

"The Citadel will appoint a new Grand Maester," he continued.

"That leaves the Masters," I added. "Varys proved himself to maintain his status as Master of Whisperers. Leaving Coin, Law, Ships, and a Lord Commander of the Queensguard."

Jorah nodded in agreement, "I can handle assembling the Queensguard."

I nodded, "However, I need to choose my official Small Council wisely. Since Grey Worm and Missandei won't be here long."

"He finally asked you?" he asked, amused.

"No, Missandei told me," I chuckled. "Once Grey Worm does, I will give them my blessing after the child is born. I need a familiar face in the birthing chamber."

"I understand," he agreed.

"Ships should go to Lord Paxter since that was part of the agreement for the alliance," I said. "I should offer a position to Prince Doran to select for his son to keep Dorn in the fold since Princess Arianne will inherit Dorn. Varys did imply that Prince Oberyn was Master of Law before his untimely death."

"The Martells do grasp the concept of justice," he said dryly.

"Coin…that is a hard one," I grumbled. "No doubt the Iron Bank will try to hold the Crown's debt on me, despite the fact that they accepted stolen funds. I'm sure they will be compensating for accepting Usurpers debt. And the last Master of Coin before Tyrion…Petyr Baelish, was the cause of the debt. Bloody bastard met the executioner knife."

"You will have to pick someone who is good with finances," he warned. "Maybe Lady Olenna can recommend a few."

"Someone whose last name is Tyrell," I said. "I wouldn't be surprised if she suggests Lord Willas. However…I don't think the Red Keep would be suitable for his…condition."

Jorah nodded in agreement.

"Look at us, having a political talk," I teased.

"It's better than thinking about the siege," he said, ruining the moment.

I sighed, "Only two days until Tyene leads her group in."

"There's something I should mention," Jorah started.

I stared at him to continue.

"Lady Arya was here and volunteered to join Tyene in the mission along with Sandor Clegane." He explained.

"But…" I started.

"She wants to be the one to kill Cersei," he said. "After the child is born."

I glared at him, "Jorah."

"Tyene will need all the help she can get against the Queensguard," he explained. "And I've seen how Lady Arya can fight."

"I promised Lady Olenna and the others Cersei's head," I reminded him.

"And she has more reason to kill Cersei than you," he said.

"Daenerys," I breathed.

"I know," he sighed.

I took a deep breath, "I will have a word with Lady Arya on how the death should go. Save me one less stain on my hand."

Jorah nodded, relieved.

"At least I've burned Euron Greyjoy," I muttered. "That fucker will never plunder, raid, and rape again."

Jorah nodded in agreement.

I sat down on his lap.

Jorah wrapped an arm around me, "Still wishing we left for Braavos?"

"Should have asked me that in Meereen," I grumbled.

He pecked my forehead, "You can do this." Then placed his other hand on my stomach. "Our child is a new start."

I nodded.

"I did promise to name our son Barristan," I murmured.

Jorah made a face, "How about our second son."

I chuckled to a near giggle from that. "You and Barristan never got along."

"I respect the man," he assured. "However, he did not trust me, let alone exposed my secrets in betraying Viserys, which I regret that resulted in betraying Daenerys and you."

"Long ago, and forgiven," I assured him.

"I know," he sighed. "I do have one name if we ever have a daughter."

I stared at him to continue.

"Daenerys," he murmured.

I smiled softly, accepting the name.

"I like that," I murmured.

The rest of the evening, we shared comfort in the tent. Both of us were tired and knew we had to be on our very toes in case the Lannister Army dares attacks. At least, I have no more secrets to hide from my husband. For once, there are no more secrets.

There will be hard decisions in the following days. However, to spend the night knowing the Golden Company surrendered, the Iron Fleet perished, and the City guarded is a good day. History will remember how King Consort Jorah spared an army by dueling Captain Strickland. Queen Alysanne burned an armada but spared the City.

Only time will tell if the People will surrender and overthrow Cersei or our spies will in two days' time.

Hey guys, sorry for the long wait for the story and the short chapter. The final chapters are really hard since I'm not following the show, and George R.R. Martin…well, he is on a hiatus since 2011. It will take some time, and I am sorry for the long wait. Work has been crazy, and I'm dealing with writer's block. I know how I wanted the end to be. Just the chapters that lead to the end is a rollercoaster. Even though it is simple. I want it to be perfect.

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