A Game of Change/ A Game of Chaos
Disclaimer
Game of Thrones and its characters are the mind children of George R.R. Martin
The incidents and actions below are the products of my imagination running amok.
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Note: Spoilers...
Point of View: Angel Waters
I let my brother sleep in while we do our morning ritual. Flight and feeding. Tyr is the best flyer out of us all. I'm not sure how. We don't ask. I return to the ground to my brother whose waiting on me.
Cameron: How much fun is that?
"You'll find out soon enough. You ready to go?"
Cameron: Are you?
"Let me get some more gear and yes."
This is when Hatchell walks up.
Hatchell: Giant? When your mission is done I offer you a place at my side when I claim my throne.
Cameron: You're probably going to ask my father for that.
"And he would want compensation."
Hatchell: What about the compensation of the thanks of the true king?
Cameron looks to me. I shrug.
"We will still have to speak with our father. Volunteering him for something will not make him…"
Cameron: Happy or pleasant. We can ask him after the mission.
Hatchell: Fine. Hurry back. I would like my full force when we fly to King's Landing.
We both bow. I think for safety sake.
Cameron and I grab a few more things.
Cameron: How Targaryen is Lord Hatchell?
"He's strong. Abrasive. Fiery. He was able to claim the Dothraki."
Cameron: Not the Unsulled.
"Not yet. He's thinking about it. Fystar wants him to ally with New Valyria."
Cameron: Wait? New Valyria?
"Yes."
Cameron: How many dragons…
"From Fystar and Tyr's reactions. A lot of them."
Cameron: Let me guess. Even Daenerys' Three would be outnumbered.
"I think even our dragons would be outnumbered."
Cameron: We need to tell father.
"You can tell him when we get back. Did you bring any warm clothes?"
Cameron: Warm clothes? Where are we going?
"To visit family…"