Heir of Ice and Fire

by Ronin2106

Of the twin Bastards of Winterfell, Jayce has always been the wild one, always with a sharp wit and remark and no regard for rules, which saw him sent from Winterfell to White Harbor as ward. Yet when the Greyjoys rebel, Jayce Snow finds himself as a a sudden hero, and a ward to Laenor Velaryon, heir of Driftmark, and Rhaegar's once good friend, who vows to protect his only son.

7. Chapter 7

Seven months after Jayce Stark's exile. Essos. South of Braavos. Road between Braavos and Pentos.

The caravan was moving at a slow and measured pace, with the wagons, riders and several wheelhouses moving along the road down south, having recently passed the hilly and slightly rough terrain that Braavos possessed, and now they were in the north-western parts of area once known as Andalos. Jayce, now 13 years of age and riding near the head of the column, looked out into the east and saw the rolling hills and valleys of what once was the kingdom of Andals and their birthplace, finding in them not so many differences from what he saw in the North.

He did wonder for a few moments if those hills were also ridden with barrows and graves of old like the North, but he then dismissed the idea, recalling the Faith of the Seven and its tenants. Most likely, within these hills were great many tombs and crypts, as befits Andals and their Faith, as Jayce thought, while out into the west he could make out the Narrow Sea, and just beyond it, well outside of his field of vision, was Westeros. If he had to guess, then right now he was looking to the direction of the Vale of Arryns, the one place where definitely didn't want to be, and where he wouldn't likely find much hospitality, at least from Jon Arryn for certain.

Once his punishment was proclaimed, Jayce didn't linger for any longer in the North, and Laenor had him delivered in Braavos, where the Trastamara offered him and Arthur their hospitality and place to live, something that he was quite grateful to them for. He was also grateful to them and the Sealord, as well as Velaryons, for bringing in news from the west, and the following months were indeed quite rich in terms of new developments, with the most interesting being the resignation of Jon Arryn from the position as Hand of the King. After the humiliation and dishonor the man had brought upon himself with his own decisions, even King Robert couldn't tolerate it all and the backlash forced him to fire Jon Arryn from his office, and in his place he installed someone who already had held the office of the Hand.

Tywin Lannister, the Old Lion of Westerlands, was once again running the Seven Kingdoms and from what Jayce heard, the Lord of Casterly Rock was already making some progress in fixing the Kingdoms' problems, though it was still only marginal and small. Add to the fact that, according to Trastamara spies, the Crown was drowning in debts, having accumulated credits with Iron Bank, Tyroshi cartels, Faith and House Lannister first and foremost, it wasn't likely that the Seven Kingdoms would see a return to golden days any time soon. As for Jon Arryn, despite all of his failures and disgrace he suffered, he still managed to maintain at least his presence in the capitol, though now he was merely an advisor to Robert and the Hand, at least officially.

Aside from the happenings in the King's Landing, Jayce also heard news from the North, and at least there things were starting to look up for his family. Ned Stark did indeed send his heir to Umbers, while he was also preparing his second son to assume the position as Heir of Riverrun, and Jayce also heard that Lord Stark was exchanging letters with Lord Blackwood. Another piece of advice that Jayce offered to his uncle, since House Blackwood at this point held dominant influence and power in the Riverlands, it was wise to seek an alliance with them. Add to this the fact that Lord Tytos had a daughter of the same age as Brandon, and it was more than likely that the future House Stark of Riverrun may become kin to Blackwoods, and it would go a long way in trying strengthening its positions.

While Hoster Tully had to acknowledge that he would be succeeded by a Stark, he didn't seem to be all that interested in just fading into obscurity, as he had managed to achieve his daughter Catelyn's divorce with Lord Stark, and was now seeking suitable candidates for her hand. However, considering the reputation and bad rumors that spread about Lady Catelyn throughout the land, Jayce believed that only Walder Frey would be willing to marry her, and that is one alliance that everyone knew was best to avoid making.

The situation overall in the Riverlands seemed to have taken a turn for the worse for the smallfolk and general populace there, as with the diminishment of the authority and power of Tully, various Houses and nobles were once again at each other's throats, and though no war was being made, there were already talks of skirmishes and fights happening throughout the land. From history, Jayce knew that Riverlands were always both a fertile and a tumultuous land, as the many Lords and Houses there had unsettled disputes, wounded prides and so on that stretched for hundreds of years. Even when Targaryens ruled, peace rarely was complete and lasted for long in those parts, and now conflict was brewing within Riverlands again, and this time House Tully had neither an army, nor authority to kill this conflict in its infancy.

Turning away from the thoughts of Riverlands, Jayce returned to the ones of North and news that Lord Wyman Manderly often brought through his traders, and it seemed like things were indeed looking up for the North. Lord Stark had ordered to expand the trade with the East, and also had the ravaged lands resettled, while also investing into new mines, farms and lumberjacks, while the Manderly were ordered to reinforce their fleet. The sheer capacity and scale of the improvements and new productions that Lord Stark was building was quite surprising, and it made Jayce wonder where he got the coin for it, for he knew that Starks didn't take loans from anyone, at least in Braavos.

The answer became obvious, when he learned of King Robert's decree that forced the Three Sisters pay a contribution and reparations for their attacks, with the first installments of those payments already being used to rebuild what was lost, while the following ones would be used for the good of the North. The Three Sister were now transferring a lion's share of their coin to the North, and will continue to do so for the next ten years, and should they stop, then Robert gave permission to Eddard Stark to seize those isles by force. So far, the Sistermen kept up their end of the bargain, and hopefully they will continue to do so, if they did not wish to be put to the sword.

Yet not all news were good ones like from the North, and the ones from Driftmark bore ill-tidings, as Jayce learned of the worsening of Lord Lucerys' condition, having been told by Baela in one of her letters, that the old Lord nearly collapsed from pain when he heard of Jayce's punishment. Nowadays, from what he knew, Lucerys spent his time bedridden and in pain from his joints, and from what he heard in last of Baelon's letters, his grandfather seemed to also suffer from tightening in chests and trouble breathing. All this forced Ser Laenor to fully commit to the duties as Lord of Driftmark, and in the passing months, Jayce only had one chance to see the Velaryons again, but after that he mostly saw their captains, men at arms and Velaryons of other branches, like Vaemond.

Jayce hopped that Lord Lucerys would heal, though in his mind he understood that a man of his age and with his illnesses was unlikely to make a recovery. No doubt Lord Lucerys also knew of it, and if he learned anything from him, it was not to let sadness and such to affect him, and instead carry on with his life no matter what. Though now that he was exiled and had neither much in terms of duties to complete, Jayce's stay in Braavos wasn't exactly one would call leisurely or filled with slothful sin. He has managed to find plenty to keep himself occupied with, be it studying Water Dancing, reading books, attending Sealord's court, duels with Bravo, sparing with Arthur, teaching his friend Chesare Westerosi swordplay and more. Yet compared to the previous year and a half, the five months in Braavos were quite quiet and a nice change of pace, but for some time now, Jayce grew rather bored and felt strangled being all this time in Braavos.

Thankfully, Chesare offered a perfect solution to this restlessness, offering Jayce and Arthur a place in his older brother's entourage, who along with his wife, were heading south to observe and familiarize themselves with the estates and holdings of House Antaryon. This inspection would take them all across western part of Braavos, and now they were heading to the southernmost parts of Braavos controlled lands, before getting onto the ship at the port town of Andalus and sailing north to Braavos. Though the journey itself was a peaceful one and held little in terms of events, Jayce was still quite glad to have gotten out of the city, as he breathed in the fresh sea breeze mixed in with the scents from hills' flowers and grass.

If Jayce was almost the size and height of a man when he was in White Harbor, then one who didn't know him could mistake him for a man, as he was of tall and stocky build, broad in chest, yet not losing any of his previous agility. To his lost Nightfall, Jayce now wore a longer longsword, nearly the same size as a normal bastard sword of Westeros, complimenting it with a long dagger with a broad blade to it. His armor mostly remained the same, though fitted to his size and losing some of the elements that hindered mobility, with the addition of the surcoat, the very same one he found in Dragonstone. Given that he and Arthur were de-facto guarding the caravan, he was wearing it all, safe for his helm, as they rode down the road, with Chesare Antaryon soon joining them.

"Looks like we'll be arriving in Andalus without any trouble… Curses!" Chesare cried out in an almost theatric fashion, drawing attention from Arthur and Jayce. "I had such great hopes for this journey that we would have a true adventure, one of which minstrels and singers will sing, but this has been a complete disaster…"

"If that's what you call it. As for me, this has been nothing but smooth sailing." Jayce remarked, while Chesare let out a sigh of anguish. "A nice change of pace to what I've had to deal with seven months ago."

"Oh, how I wish I could trade place with you, to be there when you were making history, my friend." Chesare told him. "The Dreadwolf bares his fangs and sinks them deep into the flesh of raiders and pirates, his howl carrying with him the song of blood and glory… Wherever you step, my friend, glory follows soon after, yet now it seems it has decided to desert us."

"You are so eager for adventures and fame, mayhaps you should join one of the sellsword companies, Chesare?" Jayce suggested. "Not on a permanent basis, but a few years and you'll have more than enough of both. Fight in the Disputed Lands, maybe fend off a Dothraki khalasar…"

"I have already asked father permission to take leave and serve in one of them, yet he refused to grant it to me. You know his opinion when it comes to the Sellswords and how he thinks them all to be little more than robbers and thieves." Chesare reminded Jayce.

"Yet it is to those same robbers and thieves you pay good coin to fight your wars, while all the rest of you engage in the civilized trade and business." Jayce remarked with a hint of humor. "You know, Chesare, you would fit quite well in Westeros, with that desire of yours for adventures, songs and glory. But let me tell you, from a first-hand experience, that a real battle or even a skirmish is nothing what they write in the songs. It is messy, brutal, most of the time you try to stay alive, and if you have a plan, then you follow it, but if it had gone to shit, then you just try to survive, and on a ship it's not as easy as it may appear."

"So you've told me before, yet you did not fail to gain more and more fame each time I met you before your exile. And now you must be as famous a knight as that Barristan the Bold in your Sunset Kingdoms" Chesare remarked with a flare of theatrics. "And what am I? Just another one of third sons of a wealthy magister family, who spends his time in Braavos, seeking either women or duels, while my friend here is already a living legend, yet not one woman seems to captivate your interest." Chesare hinted at Jayce's lack of interest in women or partaking in them.

"Unlike you, my dear friend, brothels have never been much of an interest to me." Jayce answered back.

"That's because you never gave it a try. When we are back, allow me to take you to the best place one can find the comfort and pleasure from a woman, and you will instantly change your mind." Chesare assured him. "There is nothing quite like being one with a woman. Your friend here would certainly attest to that, for I doubt there would be a woman or maid in Dorne and the rest of Sunset Kingdoms, who would not wish to be mounted by the legendary Sword of the Morning." Chesare nodded to Arthur, who simply chuckled.

"In the past, I may have partaken, but I've taken an oath of a Kingsguard, messir." Arthur reminded him, with Chesare simply threw up his hands.

"Yet you are here, and the King is over there." Chesare pointed to the west. "Even out here we know that you declined his offer to join, so you are most certainly free to return to partaking in fairer sex. I certainly know quite a number of my cousins who would wish to see and touch your other sword."

"He does make a good point, Arthur." Jayce agreed, with Arthur turning to him with an incredulous look, to which Jayce answered with a smirk. "I'm anything but King, and I you are anything but a devoted zealot. You definitely could use company of fairer kind, if you ask me. At least to loosen up and stop being such a monster on all those poor fellows in the yard." Jayce chuckled, remembering how Arthur would give quite a thrashing to anyone who wished to challenge him in the training yard.

"It would not look good on the reputation of the Kingsguard as a whole, if one of their own Order were to partake." Arthur offered a flimsy excuse, which none of the two bought.

"Yet you did leave Kingsguard, did you not?" Chesare reminded him.

"And considering the current Kingsguard, I doubt there's anything that can further damage its reputation." Jayce added, with Arthur forced to agree with it. "Well, I say that settles it. Once we are back, Chesare will take you to have a time of your life, Arthur, and no excuses."

"And what of you, my friend? Last I recall we started this conversation talking of your chastity, not your uncle's." Chesare reminded Jayce, who simply smirked.

"I think I'll keep mine intact, at least until I can finally attract the eye of the Black Pearl." Jayce said with his usual smile, to which Chesare could only offer a laugh.

"You certainly do not wish to settle on anything less than best, do you?" Chesare asked of him.

"Why deny myself the possible pleasure of learning the carnal ways of lust from the most fabled courtesan of Braavos?" Jayce asked back, before he and others stopped, as those following ahead stopped moving.

"What's with the sudden hold up?" Chesare asked, while Jayce procured a spyglass from his bag and used it, having ridden to a little distance ahead of the column. "What do you see?" Chesare asked, as he and Arthur closed the distance.

"Looks like a column, but those are not traders or farmers." Jayce said, taking a closer look. "Hm, looks like a sellsword company to me, and not one of those good ones, if you ask me, though their banner is misleading, though. They've got the Black Goat of Qohor on a white field. Know of any companies that use it for their banner?"

"None that I've ever heard of, no." Chesare responded.

"No, I do not know any either, but the sellsword companies to do have a tendency to break up as often as they form. Anything about their ranks and numbers?" Arthur asked.

"Can't tell from here any details, but as for numbers… I'd say around two hundred, maybe more. They do seem to have a wheelhouse of their own and a couple of wagons and such." Jayce reported. "They are coming from the east, but they don't look like they are in any hurry to fight."

"What can you tell us of them, Dreadwolf?" The commander of the Antaryon Household Guard rode up and asked of Jayce, and he told him what he saw. "The Black Goat of Qohor? No, I never heard of any company with it for their banner, and few would wish to have it. It is not a good one to bear."

"Well, regardless of their banner, they've probably also noticed us and we'll ride into them in we follow straight south." Jayce said. "They don't look like they are looking for a fight, and we do have the numbers if things get hairy. I say we send someone to formally introduce ourselves and inquire of their destination."

"Hm, good idea." Captain responded. "Would you like to take that duty?" Jayce nodded, and Captain ordered five of his riders to join Jayce, as he and Arthur, with their escort and Chesare rode on ahead.

Once they've closed the distance between the two columns, Jayce and Arthur were able to see the particulars of the sellsword company, which was clearly made of nigh every race of the world. Andals, Dothraki, Volantine, Qohorik and more, with even Dornishmen and Westerosi in abundance, as Jayce and Arthur noted. The entire company looked like a motley crew, without any sufficient organization or anything, or so it appeared at first glance, as Jayce did notice that the Westerosi contingent did have at least a sliver of discipline and order in them, and that they mayhaps made half the numbers of the company.

Soon enough, a group of riders from the sellswords rode out to meet them, and before long, the two groups stood just a small distance from one another, with Jayce and Arthur seeing same motley assembly as of the company as a whole, but also some very familiar faces. Among the riders, much to the surprise and shock, they saw three familiar faces, those belonging to Gregor Clegane, Amory Lorch and Lyn Corbray, with his famous blade Lady Forlorn at his side. The sole sight of these three made it clear to Arthur and Jayce that the Westerosi contingent most certainly belonged to them, and the rest to the other commanders. One of them, a man of tall gaunt complexion and a long roped goat-like beard, rode forward and spoke up.

"Greetings, riders!" The man spoke in a Bastard Valyrian, with Jayce and Arthur understanding him well enough, despite his terrible lisp. "Who are you and where are you headed?"

"We are guards of House Antaryon of Braavos, sworn to protect and see our liege and his wife to safety on their journey." Jayce responded in a perfect accent on the same language. "Your banner is new to us. To which company do you belong?"

"We are the Brave Companions, messir. I am their captain, Vargo Hoat." The man stated, before pointing at the banner. "This banner is mine, I took it to honor my God and my home. And I see you have your own on you. To which company you belong, friend?"

"To my own." Jayce replied simply, before exchanging looks with Arthur, before Lyn Corbray rode forth.

"What a surprise, to see such fine men like you two out here." Lyn Corbray spoke, drawing the attention of Jayce and Arthur. "Jayce Stark and Arthur Dayne, reduced to mere sellswords… How low the mighty have fallen." Lyn said with a smirk.

"You seem to far not so better yourself, Ser Corbray." Jayce replied on Common, before taking a look behind his back. "I would dare even say worse than I do, seeing the company you keep. It would appear we all have managed to anger those of higher status than we are, and were reduced to meager sellswords." Lyn clearly took offence with this and spoke up.

"Watch your tongue, you wolf runt, or else I'll bring it and the rest of your head to Jon Arryn. You would be surprised just how much coin one could get for it." Lyn stated, his hand moving to his blade, with Arthur's already on the Dawn.

"But will it be enough to grow a new head?" Arthur asked of him, with Vargo laughing openly.

"My friends, let us not fight! We are all just weary travelers, all in need of comfort of women and wine, so why spill our blood needlessly?" Vargo said on his tongue, with all deciding to calm down for a moment. "We don't seek any trouble. Our path lies towards Andalus, to resupply, find fresh recruits and to wet our tongues with wine, and our cocks with whores. Surely you would not mind us traveling with you?" Jayce and Arthur looked to each other, before Jayce spoke up.

"We will discuss it with our captain, until then, remain where you are." Jayce then sent a messenger to the captain, while they all waited.

Soon enough, the reply came and the Brave Companions were allowed to join the caravan, though they were to keep a bit of a distance between them and the Antaryon. Yet while the Brave Companions appeared friendly and peaceful, that didn't stop Jayce and Arthur from feeling very much uneasy, and given their Westerosi members, and given who they were… From the moment the two caravans merged, Jayce and Arthur kept their blades closer to them than ever.

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Sounds of war and death were heard even so deep in the Red Keep, yet it was not to them that his gaze was drawn, but to what was happening before him. Two men, a giant and a pig, moved through the halls, before reaching their target, with the pig breaking the door of one of the room, and inside finding a little girl of Dornish complexion and looks, yet dressed in colors of Targaryen, hiding under bed. He drags her by her feet from the floor, as she cries and thrashes, yet the man is deaf to her pleas, backhanding the girl and then throwing her onto the bed. He draws out his dagger, small and thin, and then begins to send the steel into the girl, laughing and asking her to sing louder for him, and the girl cries and screams, her voice only silenced by a tenth stab, but the man does not stop until there is not spot on the girl that isn't red and bleeding, with her body mutilated to the point that it barely appeared human.

The gaze of the dreamer turns to the companion of the pig, who breaks apart the doors of the nursery, where a Dornish Princes and a Targaryen Prince in her arms were, and he wastes not a moment getting to them. The woman holds her babe tight, but the giant is much stronger and grabs the infant with monstrous strength, before flinging him by his leg at the nearest wall, and then again, and again, until the child's head is gone and his body and hand of the giant are drenched in his remains. The Princess cries and shouts, but the giant is not done, as he backhands her and grabs violently and throws into the bed, before he undoes his chaussers and leg protection, letting it all go down. And then the giant tears apart the Princess' gown and takes her, blood and remains of her son fresh on him, as she cries, hits and scratches at the giant, but to no avail, as she is beaten, used and raped. The scene is as horrific as it could be, only once the man is finished with her, he grabs her by the head and then crushes it like one would crush an orange.

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And then Jayce sees not the chambers of the Red Keep and Maegor's Holdfast, but the plains of Andalos in which they've stopped. He hears music of the Braavosi, laughter and shouts of whores and sellswords, he sees a couple of Braavosi playing dice with Brave Companions and losing. He watched as Lyn Corbray, Vargo Hoat and some other Companions are by the fire near Bravosi captain and Chesare, swapping tales and sharing drinks. Yet neither Chesare, or captain and other Bravosi notice how other Companions are making their way to them, blades drawn out, and before anyone notices, Amory Lorch slits the throat of Chesare, while Lyn Corbray and Vargo stab the captain, as the Bravosi caravan is assaulted and it's people are slaughtered. Trastamara Lady and Antaryon Lord are dragged away, as the attackers loot and pillage to their preference. And when the fighting comes to an end, the giant walks to the wheelhouse that Brave Companions brought with them, opens it up, revealing inside a girl of Jayce's age, with slender frame, yet quite a beauty, not hidden even by her bruises and blood. The giant unclasps his breeches and moves to her, and then the girl screams…

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Jolting upwards with a scream, Jayce's hand immediately finds his blades, but he shakes off the vision of the dreams and he finds himself in his own tent, before he collects his breath and quickly dresses in full readiness for battle. He knew enough of his gift to understand what was going to happen, and even if the first vision was of the past, the second one was of the future far too close for comfort, and he didn't mean to let it become reality. Once he was done strapping his blades to him, he moved the covers of his tent and quickly found Arthur, who noticed the worried look on Jayce's face and moved to him.

"Jayce, is everything okay?" Arthur asked.

"No. Where is Chesare?" Jayce asked, watching around and listening intently, his hearing already filled with the familiar songs.

"He was with the captain down that way, near the wagons." Arthur told Jayce, and the pair moved towards it. "You look like you've seen a ghost? Did you have a nightmare?"

"Worse, I had another Dream." Jayce stated to Arthur and the man immediately understood what he meant. "The Brave Companions are planning to attack us, right now. Their first move will be to kill Chesare and the captain, and then assail our forces. Their targets are Lorenzo and Lucretia, probably wish to take them to hold for ransom, but that's not all. You remember their wheelhouse, the one they claim to use for their wounded?"

"Yes." Arthur told him.

"They use it to hold a prisoner there… And I think I know who it is." Jayce continued, before finding on their way a crate with several bottles of essential oil, with Jayce grabbing two with him and moving on. "Get the lieutenants, rouse them up and about. The attack will begin from eastern side, over there. I'll get Chesare and captain."

"Just be careful. I'll be quick." Arthur assured him and hurried off, while Jayce made his way to the campfire, where he found Chesare, captain and Brave Companions, while he hid the bottles behind him.

"Ah, Jayce, my friend! Come join us, your friend from the Vale was just retelling us the glorious battle on Pyke!" By the tone and the slightest of slurs, Jayce understood that Chesare has had a little too much for drink. "Oh and you sure as hell need to try this! Dothraki fermented milk of a horse… Tastes like milk, but what a kick it gives!" Chesare laughed, with other supporting it, with Jayce grabbing the bowl with it.

"I wasn't aware you were also on the Pyke that day, Ser Corbray, nor that we were friends." Jayce said, already trying to form a plan in his head, as he sat on the log. "And I sure as day do not recall you fighting in that battle."

"I was unfortunate to have found myself in the least interesting part of the camp on that night, where I only claimed one Ironborn scum for my Lady." Lyn told him, placing his hand on the handle of Lady Forlorn. "It was you, however, who was blessed with the most luck that night. Not only did you save us all, but you also claimed the first kills, and even won yourself Valyrian Steel. Shame that you have been foolish enough to let go of such a prize, I hear that my Lord Arryn now fashioned it a new handle and pummel, as well as a name, Falcon's Pride." Lyn replied, with Jayce laughing at it.

"Somehow I knew he would name it something like that." Jayce noted, as he moved the bowl with milk in his hand, as his eyes already spied the people behind Lyn, Vargo and the five others, moving through shadows. "And as for my part in that battle… You could say I have a gift of always been at the wrong place and at the wrong time. Mayhaps it is a curse, but not for me, no." Jayce was about to make take a drink from bowl, before suddenly throwing the contents all over Lyn Corbray, shocking all.

"What the…" And without even letting him finish, Jayce kicked one of the burning logs straight into the man.

The fermented milk was definitely strong enough to catch fire and the Valeman was instantly engulfed in it, his screams piercing the night, shocking and surprising all, as Jayce moved to grab his sword from the scabbard, while his left hand already had one of the bottles. His right hand on the sword's handle and drawing immediately, his left sending the bottle flying at Vargo and breaking on his face, spilling the contents around, and then his head catching fire as he got too close to it and running away. The burning man revealed the hidden in the darkness attackers and once the element of surprise was lost, they charged, while Jayce already had the second bottle in and sent it at into burning Vargo. The second bottle crushed and fire spilled out around, forcing the assailants to move around, giving precious time for Bravosi to get ready, while Jayce already went to work.

Though Lady Forlorn was of a different size and shape than Nightfall and his usual steel, his hands gripped the handle like they had been born for each other, and when he swung it at the fat Dothraki man, Jayce's hands moved as fast as they did with Nightfall. The fat Dothraki was near bisected from neck to his chest, before Jayce removed the blade, evaded a Dornish whip as he went for a stab, with Jayce moving the blade down, grabbing his dagger and thrusting it into the neck of him. Removing himself from him, Jayce blocked three incoming attacks, while his brigandine saved him from a sword to his back, before he reached the one attacked him in the back and imbedded his dagger in him. The two others were by the taken out by Antaryon Captain, who regained his bearings and organized the defenses, while Chesare was sobering up.

"You wished for an adventure, fame and glory?" Jayce asked of Chesare, before drawing out his own sword and giving it to Chesare. "Now's your chance to get all three. To arms, sons of the Titan! Show these mongrels true bravery!" Jayce cried out and the enemies clashed, with Jayce charging and claiming first kill, when his sword pierced a Westerosi armed with axe.

Drawing out the blade, Jayce grabbed the axe and used it to hook up the blade of the other Westerosi mercenary and open him up for a slash, before Jayce moved onto the Tyroshi man who was fighting a Bravosi guard. Moving behind him, Jayce then imbedded the axe between his scapulae, and then turning around and crossing swords with a Dothraki's arakh, it's curved blade chipping and breaking at contact, before Jayce moved his sword to slash the throat the attacker. Just at that moment, Jayce's left side stung with dull pain, as he felt a blade try to slash at him, with him looking at the attacker, grabbing his hand before he could remove it and impaling him on his blade. Groaning from the pain in his side, Jayce didn't let it stop him and he moved on to fight a halberdier, breaking halberd in half and slicing open the man's stomach.

For quite a bit, Jayce continued to fight on, claiming at least nine more lives, before he finally found the man who was leading this attack group- Amory Lorch, the pig that had claimed the life of Rhaenys Targaryen, a little girl of three, an innocent scared little girl. The first Dream came to him in a flash, and his blood boiled at his sight, as he was trying to cut his way to Chesare, before throwing him down into the dirt when he was distracted. With a howling roar, Jayce pushed himself forward, cutting down to more incoming men, and reaching Lorch before he could take his friend's life. Slamming into him with all he could, Jayce pushed Lannister Knight away and drew his attention, bringing his sword to battle.

"Want to fight, pig? Try me first, or do you only fight little girls?" Jayce asked him with a hiss, as Amory charged at Jayce, him blocking the attack and then moving the blade away. "Tell me, how much did Tywin Lannister pay for Rhaenys' head? Ten coins? Twenty? A hundred? How much is life of a Targaryen Princess worth?!" Jayce asked with fury, unleashing his own attack at Amory, managing to drive him back.

"Bah, what the fuck do you care, you runt?!" Amory asked, as he missed Jayce's attack on his arm and breaking through the chainmail and wounding him. "Fuck!" Amory didn't relent and began to bring up his sword up.

"Why do I care? I care because I am Rhaenys' little brother, you worthless piece of shit!" Jayce told Amory, as they locked blades again above their heads. "And now I want hear you sing, you bloated fucking pig!" Jayce hissed at him, as his left hand grabbed his dagger, and then he thrust into his armpit, causing the man to scream with his high thin voice, before Jayce removed the dagger out, letting blood flow out freely.

"When you get to hell, tell them that Jacaerys Targaryen you sent you." Jayce told him, before he thrust his dagger into Lorch's throat. "And to make room for your friend The Mountain." Was what Amory Lorch heard last, before he allowed his body fall down, with his blades in both his arms and himself covered in blood, turning to the remaining sellswords, who trembled at his sight.

"Who is next?" Jayce asked with his teeth barred akin to a wolf, as blood dripped down to his lips, as he was seen cleanly in the fire.

After all that they saw, the remaining sellswords chose surrender to their death and began to throw down their weapons and giving up, seeing no hope of winning, while those further away tried to run away, yet were quickly cut down by the reinforcements on horses. Jayce took a moment to catch his breath before helping Chesare up on his legs, before he threw up, as Lorenzo with his riders came to him, dismounting and closing distance between them.

"Jayce, Chesare, how are you?" He asked of them, before seeing his brother throwing up. "Is he…"

"Drank before all this, nothing too serious. He'll be fine in a moment." Jayce assured Lorenzo, as he took a moment to notice that the sounds of battle started to die down. "You are here, but Lucretia…"

"Safe and sound, thanks to Arthur Dayne. The Mountain tried to duel him, but after a small bout and an injury, the beast ran away." Lorenzo said, with Jayce immediately focusing.

"And Arthur? Did he give chase?" Jayce asked immediately, hoping that it was so.

"No, there was another wave of enemies and Arthur remained to protect my wife…" Lorenzo said, with Jayce not hearing the rest, as he pushed past him and immediately mounted his stallion, riding it straight towards the camp of Brave Companions.

Cutting down on his way three more men and pushing his mount fast as he could, Jayce finally managed to find and catch up to the Mountain, who was limping towards the wheelhouse with all his might, an armored giant from that nightmare. Bloodlust and desire for vengeance deafened and blinded Jayce, as he gripped Lady Forlorn tighter and pushed his mount faster and faster, preparing for a swing at the giant man. Once the mount reached, Jayce swung with all his force, the blade cutting deep into the shoulder of the Mountain and out, but it did not stop the monster, as Clegane managed to grab the saddle strap and with bring the horse to a stop, while sending Jayce flying off of it onto the ground.

Landing on his front, Jayce felt the air kicked straight out of his lungs, as muscles and bones were lit aflame, quite possibly with some broken, but pushing the pain out his mind, Jayce needed to get his sword, which left his hand in the flight. Using all his remaining strength, he crawled as fast he could for it, while hearing grunts and nigh thundering footsteps of Gregor Clegane behind him, Jayce's body heeded his order and his hand managed to reach and grab Lady Forlorn firmly, before Clegane reached him. Grabbing him by the leg and pushing him back to his legs, readying his sword to pierce Jayce's body, Gregor Clegane was not prepared for Jayce to push himself on to his back and then thrust his blade right up where Clegane's cock was. Piercing plate, chain and gambeson, Jayce drown the blade deeper and deeper as the monster cried from pain, as blood poured down onto Stark, before he twisted and drew it out, blood and bits of the monster's cock and balls spilling out onto his face, for Jayce cut open the monster's leg and arteries in it.

As the giant groaned and shook from pain and agony, Jayce managed to pick himself up from the ground and come face to face with Gregor Clegane, who was on his knees at that point, blood pooling on the ground beneath, already too much of it having left the man to let him move, but he was not yet dead.

"That… Was for Elia Martell." Jayce told him with a hiss, before he drew his sword. "This is for Aegon." And then he thrust Lady Forlorn into face of Clegane through one of his slits, pushing it deeper and deeper, until he finally felt the met on the other end, before the dead rapist fell down with the sword in it, while wobbled a little and nearly fell, until Arthur Dayne managed to catch and stop him from falling.

"It's over, Jayce." He assured him, as he helped back on his feet. "You did it… You killed the Mountain." Arthur said in shock from what he saw.

"Yeah… And now I've got half of his cock and balls on my face." Jayce said with disgust, as he grabbed the cloth of Brave Companions' banner, and wiped his face with it. "But it was worth it. He and Lorch… May they burn in hell for what they did to Rhaenys, Aegon and Elia." Jayce said, as he caught his breath.

"They sure will, in all Seven of them." Arthur said, as he went to draw out Lady Forlorn for Jayce out of Gregor's head. "You've fulfilled the dream of nigh every loyal Targaryen loyalist and decent man in this world."

"I didn't do it for them. I did it… because I saw them do what they did." Jayce revealed to Arthur, surprising him. "I first saw what they did to them… Then this attack right after the first dream. Now, follow me, and take off that cloak of yours. She'll need it more."

"She?" Arthur asked, as they moved to the wheelhouse, which was closed with the chain and lock, with Jayce simply cutting it down. "Who is in there?"

"One third of the remaining Dragons in this world." Jayce told him, as he opened up the door softly, hearing a soft cry out of there.

Just as was in his dream, inside of this cage was a slender girl of slender frame and exemplar Valyrian beauty and silver gold long hair, barely covered by the rags that she had on her. The girl was Jayce's age, that was clear enough, and she reminded him a little of Baela, but only a little, as this one had her own unique beauty to her, though obscured by dirt, bruises and blood. She shivered and shook like a leaf in the storm, and Jayce put aside his blade, as he stretched out his hand to her, before speaking softly.

"It is alright. They are all dead, none will hurt you, I promise to you." Jayce told her, and his soft tone soothed her, as she extended her shaky hand to him, with him gently touching it. "There, you are safe. None will hurt you anymore. Can you walk?" Jayce asked, with the girl trying to stand up, but failing the moment she tried to step on her leg, falling on her bottom.

"Arthur, the cloak." Arthur gave Jayce the cloak, as Stark turned to the girl. "Here, this is for cold and to cover you. May I?" The girl gave a shaky nod, and he stepped inside, gently putting the cloak over her, and then helping her up, before she cried a little from pain.

"You probably twisted your ankle. Lean on my arm for support." Jayce offered, and she did so, with both getting out of the wheelhouse slowly, as Arthur looked at the girl with wide eyes and shock clear on his face.

"By the Seven… Is that…" Arthur said softly, while Jayce led the girl out.

"D-D-Dae…" The girl whispered softly, getting the attention of Jayce, as they moved to the camp. "I-I am D-Daenerys." She said with more clearly.

"It is nice to meet you, Daenerys. I am Jacaerys, but friends call me Jayce, and you can call me so." Jayce revealed to her.

"Th-then y-you call me D-Dany." She asked him and he smiled to her and nodded to her.

"Very well, Dany." Jayce told her, as they moved to his tent.

---

Several hours later.

The dawn was not far from them, but the camp was fully awake and actively starting to get moving, as the servants were hurriedly getting the baggage ready to move out once the sun has risen, while those wounded were being treated and those of warriors who were ready for battle were guarding the prisoners and those who surrendered. As for Jayce, he had led Dany to his tent and ordered for food to be delivered, with clean water and servant girls for Dany, as well as a healer, all of which was brought soon enough, with the healer turning out to be a former Maester of the Citadel who served with the Brave Companions, yet willingly surrendered himself. Though Jayce had sustained injuries and traumas of various degrees and was definitely in pain, he ordered Qyburn to first examine and treat Dany, while making it clear that should he even think of hurting her, he will personally geld him. The girl only agreed to be examined if Jayce was in the tent and watched them, so he had to stay as the maester performed examination, with Jayce gaining complete view of the girl's complete beauty. Though slightly petite and slender, already she was a sight to behold, and that sight had ignited desires of flesh in Jayce, but he wouldn't dare to act upon it, despite the pull being quite a strong one, with his desire, thankfully, hidden in his breeches.

Only after Dany was examined and found well, and then fed and cleaned, did Jayce allow himself to get the treatment, with Qyburn sewing up the last of the stitches, while most of his body was covered in bandages. Several broken ribs and wounds from pierced steel of the broken armor was a small price to pay, with Qyburn quite clearly stating his opinion on the matter as he was finishing his work.

"I must admit, that of all my patients, you are the first I've had to treat to possess such… unique qualities such as you." Qyburn said, as he was sowing the wound on the chest. "I had hypothesized that people Valyrian heritage differ in physical attributes, as do those who have blood of First Men running strong in them. You appear to have both, and they've joined in a marriage most productive, for your body, muscles and bones are stronger and more resilient than most, while your physical development is what some of my former fellow Maesters may describe as abnormal."

"And what do you think?" Jayce asked of him.

"I think you are unique and fortunate to possess the best out of two races. I wished to ask you, though, if you've ever suffered from any form of illness." Qyburn inquired, with Jayce shaking his head. "Ah, yes, another clear proof of my theory of those that bear Valyrian bloodlines possesses strong resistance to any form of affliction, safe for the most deadly. I was criticized for such line of thought and given proof of opposite, naturally. From my experience though, I've found that a weaker body will be more vulnerable to deceases, be they of common bloodline or not."

"My brother… He did to pox, though he was starved and frozen." Jayce remarked. "However, my mother is a Dayne." Jayce decided to add it up, so as to not rouse too much suspicion."

"Quite possible that frost and hunger took him, for I've not heard of any case where a Valyrian descendant succumbed to pox. And as for your lineage, House Dayne's members, in my opinion are one of the few Houses aside from Velaryons, Celtigars and Baratheons, to also have Valyrian heritage, so all I said applies to you as well. I also believe that this same unique resistance that Valyrians possess is what allows them to engage in physical relations with closest of their relations, such as brothers and sisters, with their progeny possessing far lesser chance of suffering from unfortunate consequences of mixing of their blood. And as for relations of cousins, uncles and aunts, then there such unwanted consequences are nigh completely not present." Qyburn continued. "Amongst most other families, that were observed partaking in such activities, deformity and madness appeared far clearer and more severe, while in Targaryens it was present far less, and even their supposed "madness" I would say was more of a product of life, not of birth."

"Aerys Targaryen was considered mad…" Jayce recalled.

"Madness can be obtained in many ways, and he was a good man and of decent disposition before his descent into madness. Pressures of the throne, ambitions and many other things could lead a man to losing his mind, and as for Aerys… His madness I believe was a product of actions of others, those who would prefer him out of his mind." Qyburn stated, as he finished with his stitches. "I advise you to refrain from any physically stressful activities for the duration of the healing, which may take several weeks to a month. But if all goes well, you should make a full recovery without any complications.

"My thanks, Qyburn." Jayce told him, as he stood up and carefully put a caftan on himself, while Dany looked at him, washed, dressed and fed, from his bed, a clear red on her pale cheeks. "You've earned yourself the continuation of your life, so you can rest easy. I'll not have you killed, or gelded."

"That is a relief, thank you." Qyburn thanked Jayce and left the tent, with Dany deciding to speak up.

"Do you… What do you plan to do with me?" Dany asked of Jayce, as he sat in his chair, while she was on his bed. "Will you sell me to the Usurper to return home?" She asked, with Jayce shaking his head at that.

"No, I won't do it, even if it would buy me half of the Stormlands and his daughter's hand in marriage." Jayce said with a sigh, as he took a moment to think and process it all. "I've not really given it much thought, to be quite honest. Mayhaps the best would be to return you from where you were taken."

"I… I was kidnapped when I was in Norvos, with my brother Viserys, and his company." Dany replied, with Jayce looking her in the eyes. "My brother took finished a contract there, when they captured me. I-I do not know where he is now."

"Your brother, Viserys Targaryen?" Jayce asked of Dany just for confirmation, and she nodded to him. "I did hear some news of your brother, and not all were comforting. In Westeros they call him "The Bloodthirsty Wyrm," a title he supposedly earned after he wiped out the entirety of Second Sons without taking any prisoners, like he did with other forces. I also heard that he has taken to burning men, women and children alive, like his father." Jayce said, with Dany shaking her head.

"No, he would never do that! About Second Sons, he defeated them and took those who were willing into his company, and as for that burning, those people were already dead or dying, killed by a plague. Viserys ordered them all put in a barn and burned, so as to stop the disease, but not before putting the dying out of their misery and saving the healthy." Dany stated with conviction, with Jayce raising an eyebrow at that. "I… I know what they say of my father and Viserys, but I was there, and I saw it all happen. I swear, Viserys isn't mad. He can be harsh and cruel to those who deserve it, but he isn't mad."

"You don't need to tell me, I know where those rumors sprout from and who prefers to spread them- the Crown and those who serve it, loyal and not so." Jayce told Dany, calming her down. "I'll take your word, but until I see him for myself, I won't really know what to think of him, but… Do you wish to go back to him? I mean really, without any reservations or fear or something?"

"Of course I want to go back to him, why would I be afraid of him?" Dany asked of him like he said the silliest thing ever, with Jayce letting out a sigh.

"It's just… Well, you father, he… He was cruel with your mother, and I was fearful that…" Jayce tried to explain what he thought, before Dany spoke up again.

"Half a year ago, one of his sergeants got drunk and thought he could take me. Viserys personally gelded him and exiled into the wild with next to nothing, and we were close to where Dothraki pass by often." Dany told Jayce, who understood what she meant. "My brother would never hurt me, and never has he done so, and he despises rapists, especially who prey on boys."

"I can only imagine what he would've done to Lorch and Clegane." Jayce said with a sigh. "I apologize for my thoughts, milady."

"Dany." Daenerys corrected Jayce. "Call me Dany, like my brother and friends do." She told him with a smile.

"As you wish." Jayce smiled to her.

"I wanted to ask you, about your name." Dany continued. "Your name, Jacaerys, it is of Valyrian origin, is it not?"

"Aye, but most people just call me Jayce anyway, be they friend, foe or undetermined." Jayce answered, with Dany looking intently at him. "What? Is there something on my face?"

"No, it's just… You remind me of Viserys, actually." She admitted to him. "You look a bit alike, I first thought it was him when you… You saved me. Though your hair is more gold than silver." She said with a bit of reservation and a small smile, to which Jayce smiled and fixed his hair with a bit of theatrical display, to which she chuckled. "But I heard from Viserys that Starks do not look like that. He said they usually look… Unremarkable?" She tried to come up with the better word.

"Well, what can I say? I'm something of runt of the litter, as I've heard being said of me in the King's Landing, but on the bright side, I'm just as remarkable as most Starks are unremarkable in their appearance. My hair, for instance, is fairer than even those of the Lannisters, and it looks like pure sunrays, and even the current queen and her brother can't stand it being better than theirs." Jayce said with a laugh, with Dany laughing as well. "You, though, are undeniably fairer than both Cersei and her twin put together and with Princess added." Jayce admitted to Dany, making her blush a little.

"Thank you. You… You've been to the King's Landing?" Jayce nodded to it. "I… I can't remember even where I was born, and though Viserys told me all about it, I… I'd like to hear about it, about Westeros, it's people and all that. Can you… Can you tell me all about it?" Dany asked of Jayce, who smiled.

"Of course, Dany." Jayce answered, and so he spent the next several hours telling Daenerys all that she wished to hear from him, answering every and all of her questions, and soon quite opening up and getting past what had happened to her, until the cover of his tent was opened, and in stepped Lorenzo Antaryon. "Messir, how can I be of service?" Jayce quickly rose up to his feet, though not without a wince, as he still ached all over.

"You need to stand before me, my friend. I've come to offer you my most profound gratitude, for saving our lives out there tonight." Lorenzo extended his hand and shook Jayce's. "You have saved us, Dreadwolf, and for that, I give you my word, that from this day forth you shall always find House Antaryon's doors open for you, and our friendship in inexhaustible supply. You need but say a word, and I shall grant you any and all boons you desire. Coin, ships, a manse- ask anything and I'll see it granted to you."

"You need not trouble yourself. Braavos and its people have been most gracious to receive me and I'm only too happy to repay you in any form I can." Jayce said back.

"You are too modest, my dear friend. Fear naught, for when we return, every Braavosi will know of your deeds, and there shall be new songs sung of you, my dear Dreadwolf." Lorenzo promised to him, with Jayce chuckling to it, before Lorenzo noticed Dany. "Ah, Princess Daenerys. Forgive me, milady, I was too blinded to notice you, I hope I've not made an offence of any kind or interrupted you two?"

"No offence made, messir, and Jayce was simply telling me of Westeros, its people and everything else related to it." Dany answered, with Lorenzo nodding to her.

"I see. My apologies again, but may I steal him from your company for a little bit. There is a peculiar matter that we need to settle, and I assure you I shall return him to your side as soon as possible." Lorenzo spoke, with Dany turning to Jayce, since it was his choice to make.

"Well, let's see to this matter. Will you be alright, Dany?" Jayce asked of her.

"I will. I'll be here." She assured him and the two left the tent.

"You must be the luckiest man, my friend, or unluckiest, depending on the point of view." Lorenzo chuckled. "You've caught the eye of the young Dragon, and in what a way you did so."

"Whatever you say, messir. What did you want from me, exactly?" Jayce asked of Lorenzo.

"We have an unusual situation: during the battle, a portion of the Brave Companions didn't attack us, and even assisted us during the fighting when the ambush failed, before peacefully surrendering." Lorenzo explained. "They've behaved and acted well so far, and the man we presume to be their leader has now asked to speak with the man who killed their captains, that is you."

"And, what does he want?" Jayce asked.

"My best guess is that he probably wishes to ask for him and his men to join you." Jayce looked with confusion at Lorenzo. "Ah, yes, I forgot that in Sunset Kingdoms, things are done differently. Well, in Essos, it is not so uncommon for defeated sellswords to join those who had defeated them, since sellswords always seek to follow the one who is stronger, deadlier and who can bring coin in their purse. And in their eyes, you've probably become such a man, my friend."

"Except I'm not a sellsword, and I'm not even twenty years old." Jayce remarked to Lorenzo.

"No, but you are strong, deadly and you killed their leaders on your own." Lorenzo remarked, as they've reached the said prisoners. "Here they are."

"I was told someone wished to speak with me. Well, here I am." Jayce said, as a Volantine man of Valyrian complexion stepped forth. "Are you the one who wished to see me?"

"I am Maelor Maegyr, and it was not just I who wished to see you. It was all us of who wished to see the man, who killed the Qohorik Goat and his lackeys." Maelor spoke. "You also killed his Westerosi employers, didn't you?"

"More like the lackeys of said employers." Jayce corrected. "Sounds like you are not of the highest opinion of your dead leader. Aren't you angry at me for killing him and a bunch of your friends?"

"Hoat and his ilk were no friends of ours, not after they've staged a coup against our previous captain and lieutenants, before giving us the choice: follow them, or die. We followed, but now they are now dead and we are not." Maelor told Jayce. "You killed those sons of the Goat and avenged our fallen brothers, so wish to join you, Dreadwolf."

"I see you've already figured out who I am." Jayce noted. "But why should I take you in? I'm no sellsword and I've no plans on becoming one."

"Which is a shame, because you would make quite a good one, and many have heard of the Dreadwolf of North, so many would wish to hire you, or to join you if you were hiring men." Maelor remarked. "We are sellswords and it is all we have and what we can do, live by selling our sword. The Brave Companions were once a good company, one with good repute and standards, but then the Goat destroyed it all, and now, none wished to make deals with us. But with Dreadwolf… Many would wish to hire Dreadwolf and his men for their own, and you can make much coin and glory, if that's what you care for." Jayce listened and considered what the man had to say.

"And how many of your comrades, aside from you, would join me if I decided to become your captain?" Jayce asked of him.

"All of us. All 47 men here are ready and willing to follow you, along with that former scholar." Maelor mentioned Qyburn, with Jayce making his decision.

"Alright, you are hired." Jayce simply said, with Maelor and other sellsword cheering, before turning to Lorenzo. "Well, looks like I'm now a sellsword captain now as well. For better or worse…"

"I'm sure you will do quite well, my dear friend." Lorenzo assured him. "And I know that a number of men from my guard and even my own brother would like to join you. How about letting them do so, to let them get a bit of feel of life, so to speak?"

"Eh, what the hell, might as well go all in…" Jayce said, while shaking his head and wondering for the first time, if he even knows what he is doing at this point.

---

Several days later.

As it turned out, Jayce didn't find a definitive answer to the question he imposed on himself at that moment, but what he did find is that he actually had a knack for command and ordering people around in an authoritative and productive manner. Thankfully, the sellswords under his command were able to understand each other and knew bastard Valyrian, using it as their main one, so orders and instructions were clear and understandable for all. Jayce has already had experience commanding forces in battle and outside of it, but only when he was under someone else's command, and this time he was entirely independent, so he had slight suspicions that he may not be up to the task.

Thankfully, command came easy to him, as he organized and assembled his new company, adding in those of Antaryon men and Westerosi men who wished to join him, thus bringing to him to 109 men in total. Jayce had laid down the rules and made it clear that if he were to find anyone breaking them, he himself will see to the punishment: no raping, cheating or thieving, as well as no wine while on duty or whores for that matter. Outside of the battle or contract, men were given permission to indulge themselves, but not to the same point as were with Brave Companions, and Jayce made it clear that same behavior as was with them would not be allowed.

For now, all was well and good in the new company, and they followed with Jayce and Antaryon caravan to Andalus, a walled port town, though in size and population it was actually surpassing that of Oldtown. Situated in a small harbor, Andalus' position was right between Pentos and Braavos and mere several days away from Gulltown, with which it was engaging in active trade, as it did with most of the eastern kingdoms of Westeros. Though this city, or town as it was in Essos, was not as famous as Braavos and Pentos, it was still quite a sight of wealth and prosperity, and even from here Jayce could see ships coming and leaving the harbor, but what he also could see right now was that the gates were closed, walls were manned and men on them were ready for a fight.

And just outside of the gates and walls of Andalus, was situated a rather fearsome looking host of men, armed and ready for battle, and staring straight at the caravan. Unlike Brave Companions, these were nothing to scoff at, as not only did they have serious numbers, but also were clearly better equipped and ready for war, as Jayce and Arthur saw. And for their banner, they took a red flying dragon on the black field, all too clear a message whom this company followed, and as Jayce was watching through his spyglass, he saw a small group of riders heading to them. Retracting his spyglass away from his eye, he turned to Arthur and spoke.

"Well, at least we won't have to go look for Viserys." Jayce said with a sigh, as he looked at the sellsword force. "By my rough estimation, he's got anywhere in between two thousand to three thousand, with at least five to seven hundred riders. All in all, very impressive, everything considered." Jayce sighed.

"We do not stand a chance against such a force." Arthur noted, as he watched the riders approach.

"Aye, the Dornishman is right, and the Wyrm is hungry for our blood, for Vargo stole his sister." Maelor added. "No point in fighting a losing battle and dying for nothing. We can turn and…"

"There will be no battle. Maelor, get me the heads of Vargo and his lieutenants, but not ones from Westeros." Maelor rode back to get what his commander asked of him. "He's here for Daenerys, and we were going to look for him. We found him, so I say we return him his sister, and show that we've really taken care of the bastards who have kidnapped her."

"You do remember the rumors that surround him, do you?" Chesare asked of Jayce, who nodded to him.

"Aye, this is why I'll go there alone with his sister, and the heads." Jayce said, shocking them. "Do not do anything until I return, do I make myself clear? Tell Lorenzo that I'll deal with it."

"You could at least put on a chainmail instead of caftan." Arthur recommended.

"Still stings, so I'll pass." Jayce said, as he rode to where Dany was in her wheelhouse, with her already looking out of it. "You were right about your brother: he really was easy to find." Jayce joked, with Dany smiling to him.

"Will you take me to him?" Dany asked him, and he nodded.

"Aye, let me help you on here." Jayce offered her his hand and helped her into his horse, as she held tightly behind him, before Maelor appeared and produced the sack with heads.

"As you've ordered." Maelor said, before Jayce strapped the sack to his horse. "Good luck, Dreadwolf. Should anything happen, me and the boys will drink to you."

"And should I return, I'll be expecting you all to pay for my drinks." Jayce said back, as he and Dany rode ahead to the riders, swiftly approaching them. "I am Jayce Stark, captain of the Dreadwolf Company, and I have a gift to your commander, and a wish to return his sister. As you can see, she is well and unharmed." Jayce spoke in the Bastard Valyrian to the riders, who approached and looked at her.

"Ser Thorne, Ser Rykker. This man speaks true." Daenerys spoke, with the men bowing their heads to her.

"I am Ser Alliser Thorne, and this is Ser Jeremy Rykker. You are that infamous Stark bastard who served Usurper as his page, and also saved his life on Pyke, aren't you?" Alliser asked of Jayce with narrowed eyes. "Son of Ned Stark, the favorite wolf runt of Robert Baratheon, to whom you owe your name, yet here you are… How did such a famous boy like you end up here?"

"Well, let's see… First I killed Edmure Tully, oh but before I openly refused an order to release Sistermen pirates into Jon Arryn's hands, and then I killed sole possible propagator of Tully name in Trial by Combat. Then Jon Arryn tried to shame and humiliate me by banishing me, but it backfired, and now I'm here, after killing Lyn Corbray, Amory Lorch, Gregor Clegane and a whole lot more of bastards who dared to kidnap this lovely young maiden from her brother." Jayce recounted to the men, who looked to each other for a moment. "Look, let's just get on with this. If your commander decides to kill me, he can do it at least a safe distance away from his sister, lest we get blood on her gown." Ser Rykker laughed openly at that.

"Ha, I heard you were a ballsy bastard, but this is something new. Alright, follow us." Jeremy said, and they followed to the camp of Viserys.

Once they got up close, Jayce was able to see that the camp was one much like a military one, quite clearly similar to the one to one which was on Pyke, and Jayce could see guards, sentinels and so on, and that the men had a clear discipline and warrior's instincts to them. This was less of a sellsword camp, and more of a military one, meaning that sole son of Aerys Targaryen was quite on his way to assemble an actually strong army, though it was still far from it. Once they've reached the center of the encampment and dismounted, with Jayce helping Dany down, he observed the men ready to pounce at Jayce, but maintained their distance and kept their steel in sheathes. Grabbing the sack with heads, Jayce headed with Dany into the large commander's tent.

The tent was furnished in such a way, that it could compare to that of a rich lord's with its style and riches, while the man who owned it met them with his eyes already directed at both of them. For a moment Jayce remembered Dany's words about Viserys, as they both had quite a bit in common, though Jayce was more robust in appearance and somewhat shorter, while Viserys was lean and well-built for his height, dressed in an eastern style black and red tunic, with his hair groomed back with a tail behind. His eyes were focused and determined, displaying clear strength and knowledge as well, and his posture was clearly one of confidence and power, as he looked deep into Jayce's own eyes for a moment. Yet his gaze averted quickly as he turned and smiled a warm smile to his sister, who ran to him and they embraced each other, while Jayce noted to himself that this man looked surprisingly like someone he had seen a few times in his Dragon Dreams…

"Dany, my little sister… I am so sorry for all that had happened." Viserys spoke in High Valyrian to her, with Jayce understanding him perfectly.

"I am well and unharmed, Viserys. This man, Jacaerys, saved me from the thugs of the Usurper and cared for me. He saw to me before his own health and injuries." Dany replied, as they disengaged from one another. "He promised to me to deliver me to you personally, as well as the heads of those who took me." Viserys looked to Jayce and the bloody sack in his hand, before he walked to the table, took a cup and poured wine from decanter and then moved to Jayce, offering him the cup.

"Do you partake in wine?" Viserys asked of Jayce, who accepted the cup and drank for it, tasting the rich taste. "Arbor Gold, I hear that a decanter of it is worth twice its weight in gold now. How do you find it?"

"Mm, nice harvest, though I'm more impartial Red variety." Jayce replied, with Viserys chuckling to it. "Shall we be introduced, or let the suspense remain?"

"You stand before Prince Viserys Targaryen, heir of King Aerys Targaryen, Second…" Alliser Thorne spoke up, but Viserys stopped him.

"Ser Alliser, do spare us, or else we'll be here for half a day." Viserys interrupted the man. "Viserys Targaryen, brother of Daenerys, captain of the Blood Dragon Company."

"Jayce Stark, captain of the Dreadwolf Company, pleasure to make your acquaintance." Jayce said, as he emptied his cup. "I've also brought a gift, in honor of our meeting, and in hopes of amicable relations."

"How gracious of you." Viserys said with a smile, as he took the sack and looked inside. "Hm, quite a few face I was looking for, though I see that at least three are missing."

"About those three… I've got other plans for them, but if you require proof of their death, you are welcome to come along and see their corpses." Jayce offered, with Viserys letting out a humorous chuckle, before handing the sack to one of the guards. "So, now that all of that is done, where does that leave us? Given the history between our families, you'll forgive me if I'm feeling a wee bit worried."

"Worried that I may take your head and send it back to Lord Stark or to the Usurper?" Viserys asked of Jayce, with Dany looking with scandalized look, to which Viserys merely chuckled. "Even as a disinherited exile, your head happens to be far more valuable while it is attached to your body, Jayce Stark."

"I happen to be of the same opinion on the matter myself." Jayce answered with humor. "So, irons and cages then?"

"For any other man who has such fame and is so favored by the Usurper, not to mention have the same bloodline, I would've already done so." Viserys informed him. "But you've saved and cared for my sister, slaughtered the men who dared to kidnap her, and that's not to mention managing to kill the monsters who slaughtered my niece, nephew and good-sister. Just for bringing my sister back, I would've simply thanked you and let you go, but you went above and beyond, and I'll be damned if I don't find a way to pay you back for such fine gifts to me and all those who still grieve the loss of Elia Martell and her children." After hearing it, the tension in the tent lowered itself and even the two Westerosi now looked at Jayce with quite some respect.

"Well, breaking the siege off this town and letting my men and our caravan in would be a good start." Jayce noted, while Viserys motioned to bring a seat for Jayce, as they sat. "Ah, thank you. I imagine the town's magisters and citizens are a bit concerned, seeing the infamous Bloodthirsty Wyrm with his army here."

"I knew where those men would take my sister, and so I raced here to prevent them from sailing to Usurper, though now I see it was not necessary." Viserys remarked.

"Maybe not necessary, but very much helpful, since me and my men didn't have to look for you." Jayce noted, with Viserys nodding to him with a chuckle. "Essos is quite a wide and open place, pretty easy to get lost and such."

"Yes, you are quite correct in that regard." Viserys noted, as he poured himself and Jayce wine. "Tell, Jayce Stark, I heard that you were exiled after killing an heir of Hoster Tully and shaming Jon Arryn to the point that he had to resign his post, is that correct?"

"Quite so. Apparently when you tell a cunt that he is a cunt, you can get your ass thrown out of Westeros, especially when said cunt, pardon my language, is Hand of the King." Jayce replied, as he took a sip from his cup. "He even had it confirmed with Royal decree and authority no less, just to make it look legitimate and like King Robert himself decided to be rid of me. And so I'm here."

"Yes, you are, and you returned me my sister." Viserys repeated, as he looked into the eyes of his guest with clear interest. "You are quite a fascinating person, you know that? A bastard, who became a hero of Oldtown and Pyke, legitimized for his deeds by the King and then saved him and the Royal army on the Pyke, then later became a scourge of the Narrow Sea and the Sea Wolf, all before even being old enough to obtain his spurs. Not even Sir Arthur Dayne or Jaime Lannister could be said to have this kind of fame and repute, and now here you are, the avenger of my aunt and her children… I must confess, that I find myself confused with you."

"Really? And what is so confusing about me? I've always been told that I'm pretty simple to understand: greedy, lustful, ambitious and possessing of low cunning, like all bastards do." Jayce joked, with Viserys and Dany laughing at it too.

"Yet were raised into a Stark by Robert Baratheon, made his own page, granted a chance for greatness and privelage that few of your origin can expect to gain. One would think that you would feel a certain sense of loyalty or gratitude towards him, and seek to repay such kindness." Viserys mused openly. "I imagine that the greatest wish of the Usurper is to see me and my sister dead, or brought in chains before him. You very well possessed the most chance to do so, at least with Dany, had you taken her with you to Braavos, found the ship and sailed to King's Landing. Robert Baratheon would not only see you restored from exile, but quite possibly give you his daughter and support your claim to Winterfell, or grant you some other lands, for such a gift… And yet you brought her to me, knowing full well that I may turn out to be as bad as my father, if not worse, given who your father is and his role in what had happened to my family." Viserys explained his point to Jayce, with him nodding to him, before taking a sip of his wine, before speaking up.

"You are right, I was legitimized and raised to same status as my siblings by Robert. I also served as his page, yes, and during the siege I had plenty of opportunities to see and listen to him while he was drunk, and you want to know what his favorite topic of discussion was?" Jayce asked of Viserys, before answering. "Killing Targaryens, especially your late brother. He always said that he kills him every night in his dreams, and how he, and everyone with blood of dragons in them deserved to die from his hammer, or worse. Thrice, I heard him say that if he ever gotten his hands on Dany, he would first do with her the same thing Rhaegar did to my aunt, Lyanna Stark. I'm sure you've heard the rumors…" Jayce said with a sigh, with Viserys' face hardening a little, while Dany looked at Jayce with fear.

"My brother was many things, and not all were good, as evidenced by his abandonment of his wife and children, but a rapist he was not." Viserys stated to Jayce.

"I only repeat what I've heard." Jayce said to Viserys, as he looked at his cup. "You are right, I could've obtained all that you've said and more if I had given him your sister… But in all honesty, I'd much rather be an exile here, than Lord of Winterfell, who bought his seat by giving an innocent girl to a bloodthirsty warmonger, who didn't even have enough decency to punish the monsters who raped and murdered an innocent mother, killed her son before her eyes and turned her daughter into a red slab of bloody meat." Jayce emptied his cup in his mouth and put it on the table, with Viserys looking at Jayce with focus.

"So, you value honor above your ambitions and desires?" Viserys asked of him.

"Not really, no. I'm still plenty ambitious and greedy." Jayce answered. "I just didn't want to subject your sister to something she didn't deserve." With Viserys smiling to him.

"With such a way of thinking, one might mistake a for a trueborn… Or a Targaryen, judging by your looks." Viserys remarked all of a sudden, with Jayce calmly turning his eyes to meet his. "Your eyes, quite a rare indigo tone, rare even my family I've heard from my mother. Not to mention your hair and face… For a moment when I first saw you, I thought you were someone else entirely."

"I've been told I've taken after my grandmother Lady Dayne." Jayce remarked.

"Not your father?" Viserys asked seemingly at random, as he finished his cup. "My sister named you Jacaerys, a peculiar name of Valyrian origin. Very popular among Velaryons, if memory serves me right."

"My mother saw Queen Rhaenyra as inspiration, so she named me after her first son, or so I'm told." Jayce told Viserys, getting rather uncomfortable with all these questions. "As much as I may enjoy our conversation, I imagine my men and friends out there are getting rather worried for my safety. It wouldn't do well me to keep them worried."

"Hm, I imagine they are quite worried of you, as is Andalus about its fate." Viserys put his cup down and stood up. "I'll send word to Andalus, explain the situation and defuse the situation. We'll restock, give men time for drinks and men, mayhaps even find ourselves an employer. And if we don't then we'll head back east, since Norvos and Qohor seem to be headed for another war over the plains near Darkwash."

"Well, I wish you good fortune in the upcoming conflict." Jayce said as he stood up, before turning to Dany. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Dany. Here's to hoping that our paths cross again." Jayce told her.

"I would very much like that too." Dany said to him with a smile.

"Tell me, Jayce, where is your armor? I would think a fellow captain to dress more appropriately when coming to a potential enemy camp." Viserys remarked.

"Oh, that… Well, most of it is now a broken scrap, after the Mountain demonstrated his strength by stopping my mount at full speed and sending me flying face first into dirt." Jayce stated, as he rubbed his ribs. "Shame about that brigandine, she served me quite well." Viserys nodded to that, before turning to Alliser Thorne.

"Ser Alliser, prepare a wagon cart and load into it the suit of armor and the blade I received from Qohor, along with two caskets of Arbor Red and one of the chests of gold from our last contract." Viserys ordered, getting a confused look from Alliser.

"But, Your Grace, this man is the son of Eddard Stark, foremost of Usurper's supporters and friends, not to mention…" Alliser tried to state his point, but Viserys interrupted him.

"Not to mention, that this man here has avenged my aunt, niece and nephew, and saved my sister, despite everything. If I as much as hear a bad word of him from you or anyone else, it will be you on latrine duties for a week." Viserys assured the man, who understood him. "Now, must I repeat myself?" Alliser immediately left the tent and went to prepare everything.

"I did say I would find a way a way to thank you, so consider this my attempt at that." Viserys told Jayce. "I would also like to extend you and your Company an invitation to join my ranks."

"Tempting, but I think we'll first try to see if we have any hope at it. If not, then I'll know where to look for you." Jayce told Viserys.

"If you ever decide, I'll be glad to have you." Viserys offered Jayce his hand. "Good fortunes to you, Jayce Stark."

"Same to you, Viserys." Jayce shook Viserys' hand and left the tent, where the wagon was prepared with all that was requested, and prepared to leave.

"He is quite something." Dany said after Jayce left with a smile on her face. "I almost mistook him for you when I first saw him."

"And I almost mistook him for Rhaegar…" Viserys admitted to his sister, as a benevolent smirk appeared on his face. "Well, well… Looks like we are not the last of the Targaryens after all." Viserys said quiet enough for himself.

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Several hours later. Andalus.

Just as Viserys had promised, the gates of Andalus opened once he saw the situation defused, and the town was once again open to all who sought entry into it from land. The Antaryon caravan and Jayce's company went in without a problem and now Jayce was in one of the better taverns with his men, where they were now toasting to him for his success, not to mention coming back with such gifts. Jayce was sipping his own drink, thinking of what his plans were, and while he was mulling over it all, he didn't notice how a familiar man approached him and sat before him, surprising Jayce.

"You certainly know how to find trouble on your head, Jayce." Baelon told Jayce with a smile, as they rose up and embraced each other. "Ah, it's damn good to see you, brother."

"Ha, same here, Baelon." Jayce said to him as they sat at the table and Jayce ordered a drink. "Are you here on a trade business with Laenor?"

"With Vaemond, father now spends more time in High Tide and Spicetown than out in the sea." Baelon told Jayce, as his face turned sour. "Grandfather… He's not getting better, but worse. Maester Qarl believes that he is not long for this world, and that soon, father will sit on the Driftwood Throne." Baelon took the brought drink and drank it.

"It'll be a sad day for all when that happens." Jayce said with sadness in his tone, deciding to change the topic. "You sailed straight from Driftmark?"

"No, we first sailed Plankytown to trade for oranges, then to Pentos, then Braavos and back to Driftmark. We've stopped here to resupply, and heard and saw all that was happening." Baelon told Jayce, as he sipped his drink. "And here I was thinking you would just keep your head down, but no… Lyn Corbray, Gregor Clegane, Amory Lorch, plus a whole sellsword company and saving a Targaryen Princess- have I missed anything?"

"Yeah, meeting her brother and also getting myself a sellsword company of my own." Jayce smirked to Baelon who shook his head. "See those lads there? I'm now the captain of the Dreadwolf Company, and these lads are toasting to me for getting our first coin. Though I'm wondering, what in Seven Hells were those three doing in here? Corbray served Jon Arryn, while Clegane and Lorch were Tywin's primary thugs when he needed to send a bloody message or to cause a massacre or two. What were all they doing in here?"

"Last I heard, both Lorch and Clegane somehow caught the ire of Tywin and escaped to Essos, while Lyn Corbray supposedly decided to spend a few years as a sellsword, after catching the ire of Lords Grafton and Royce." Baelon told Jayce, as they both drank from their cups. "You guessing that they were actually sent to kill the Targaryens?"

"Or at least kidnap one of them. Daenerys Targaryen would've bought Jon Arryn all of the honors and graces from Robert, while Tywin Lannister long had a taste for Targaryens, and I imagine he would do anything to secure his own blood on the throne." Jayce stated with confidence. "Arryn and Lannister have long since plotted demise of my family, wouldn't surprise if they've decided to renew their relations." Jayce's words didn't escape from Baelon, but he decided not to speak up.

"If you say so." Baelon said, as he looked towards the entrance into tavern. "I must confess, though, that while we were in Braavos, we picked up a several passengers. Passengers, who were extremely interested in meeting you, Jayce." Jayce looked up to his friend with a questioning look.

"Is that so? And who is so interested in meeting me?" Jayce asked of Baelon, before he saw three persons come to their table, one man and two fair girls.

"Jayce Stark the Dreadwolf, I presume?" The man asked, with Jayce looking at the man and his companions.

"Depends on who is asking." Jayce answered, before looking at Baelon. "Mind introducing us, Baelon?"

"Jayce, this is Prince Oberyn Martell of Dorne and his two daughters, Nymeria and Tyene Sand." Baelon introduced Jayce to them, with Jayce looking a bit surprised.

"Well, to what do I owe the unexpected pleasure of meeting such esteemed persons such as you?" Jayce asked, as he offered to sit, and so they did.

"You would be surprised, but I've been observing you for quite some time, Sea Wolf, though I was only supposed to bring you to Dorne. Me and my daughters, we've actually been to Braavos for quite some time, watching and observing you." Oberyn admitted.

"Must've been quite a boring occupation." Jayce remarked. "You could've just come directly to me, my schedule was wide open."

"Yet so packed with all the duels, studies, courts and so much more." Nymeria said with a bit of a seductive tone. "You a quite a restless wolf or rather a dragon…" Nymeria's leg sneaked to Jayce's, gently rising quite close to his crotch, while a playful smile appeared on her face.

"Indolence is the mother of all sins, or so I've heard." Jayce remarked, while Nymeria's leg nearly rested close to his manhood. "But I doubt you've sought me just to discuss my activities. You said you wished to bring me to Dorne, but I'm sure you've heard that I'm forbidden to set foot in Westeros under the threat of death."

"But only if anyone who cares about this silliness learns." Tyene said with an innocent smile, as he own leg began to sneak up his own, clearly playing along with her sister. "And in Dorne, you will find that word and laws of King Robert mean as much as wind in desert. Always present, yet changing nothing." Tyene's leg reached same spot as Nymeria, resting her foot on the right leg of Jayce, both of them threatening to move it closer.

"I think I'll go check on Vaemond." Baelon understood that now his friend was fully occupied with Martells, so decided to give them the needed privacy.

"I've watched you, observed and studied you, and I learned much of you, Sea Wolf, but all of that now pales before what you've accomplished just few days ago." Oberyn smiled to Jayce with joy. "You have no long I've longed for justice, for my sister and her children, and for how long I have been denied. The whole Dorne wept for Elia and her children, and yearned for her for vengeance for them… And you've delivered in full." Oberyn stated to him.

"And I've thoroughly enjoyed it, I will admit." Jayce admitted, with both girls smiling and pushing their legs to his crotch. "I take it you were observing me to find out, if Rhaegar Targaryen left more progeny than was initially believed." Jayce already understood that they knew of him, with both girls smiling to him.

"My brother, Prince Doran, wished for me to bring you to Dorne before him, in hopes to find if you are who we hoped. Now, I truly must bring you to Sunspear, to host and toast to you, my friend!" Oberyn said with a laugh. "We will receive you like a king you shall be with our help, and you will find that none are more hospitable than Dorne. For your deeds, many our maidens would dance in fountains for you, if only to catch your eye. I'm sure you know now that even my daughters are not beyond your charms." Oberyn clearly knew what his girls were up to.

"A most generous and seductive proposal, Prince Oberyn, but… I am now a man with duties and obligations, which I should put before my own desires." Jayce said with a theatric sigh, with Tyene pouting at him. "You see, I've recently entered into business of sellswords, having formed my Dreadwolf Company, and though we are in our infancy, it does not mean that I, their captain should be lax in my duties to them. Rather, if I'm to prove myself to them and others, I should work twice as hard as any other to show to the world what Dreadwolf can do."

"Oh, you would prefer the company of these brutes to us?" Tyene asked innocently, as her foot began to massage his growing manhood, Nymeria soon joining in. "Surely a hero like you deserves a celebration, and a proper reward for all his troubles." Jayce's self-control was put to the test with these girls, but he managed to keep his head out of his pants.

"As tempting and inviting your company is, milady, I fear my men would not understand me, if I were to simply up and disappear on them, and I am very invested in my new occupation." Jayce stated to them, with Oberyn smirking.

"Well, well, you certainly are not like most men, Dreadwolf. Most would've long succumbed to my daughters' work and been made their slave, but you are clearly not so easily tempted. You have a temperament of a Martell." Oberyn praised him. "Then how about this: I shall hire you and your Dreadwolf Company, as our escort guard back to Sunspear. You shall escort us, and the proof of your deeds in form of the corpses of the Mountain, Lorch and Lyn Corbray, the bastard who slew my uncle, Prince Lewyn Martell, another dearly beloved and unfairly slain child of Dorne. Naturally, you will be paid quite well for your services." Oberyn, having been a sellsword himself, knew what to say in this moment.

"Alright, on these conditions I believe I shall come to see what Dorne's hospitality is all about." Jayce told Oberyn. "But first I should find Baelon and ask him to do me a small favor."

"Oh, and what would that be?" Nymeria asked curious of it.

"Nothing to see serious. Just deliver a message to the Court, and give my trophy blade back to current Lord Corbray." Jayce revealed, surprising them. "The blade may be my trophy, but I'll not give the falcon or trout any reason to tarnish my name. Plus, my hand years for different blade." Jayce told them with a smirk, something that was understood by the Dornish.

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Two days later.

It did not take Jayce and Martells long to find the right ship that would take them to Sunspear, plus it also allowed Jayce to make an additional contract with the captain of the cogs they were sailing on, who hired Dreadwolf Company as guards. Jayce knew full well of how unsafe Narrow Sea could be, especially when one approached the Stepstones, so for him it was routine, but also a good chance to give his men a real baptism by fire, not to mention earn coin along the way. He bade farewell to Antaryons, safe for Chesare who was with him, and was promised that he would always find good work and coin with them, something that Jayce was certain of. He was now alone in his own quarters, cleaning the sword that was gifted to him by Viserys, admiring the craftsmanship and style of the Qohor. Not a Valyrian Steel blade, but arguably the next best thing, around the same size as Lady forlorn and balanced just as well, gilded guard and handle, with added wood to it. Such a sword could serve as a gift for a king, and now it was in Jayce's possession, and he did intend to see it put to good use. He heard a knock on his door, putting the sword back into the scabbard and moving to open in.

To his surprise, he found Nymeria and Tyene outside, both waiting for him, their alluring bodies covered in nothing but very loose silk robes of purple and blue color respectively, through which one could clearly see all that the girls possessed. The sight of these alluring temptresses was enough to again ignite the carnal fire in Jayce, and this time he was not so level-headed.

"My sister and I decided to continue our previous conversation with you, since we clearly left it without reaching any solid resolution." Nymeria spoke up seductively, as she and Tyene sauntered into his quarters, before closing the door to give them the privacy.

"Indeed, and I did enjoy your company." Jayce admitted openly, Tyene took his hand and openly laid it on her hip and then led it to her bottom, while Nymeria moved for his lips, capturing them with a hungry kiss, surprising Jayce.

"No fair." Tyene pouted openly, as she led Jayce's hand to her breast, with the Sea Wolf finally turning and kissing the blonde girl, quickly proving to be one in control.

"Mm, such passion." Tyene said in between the kisses, before Jayce traveled down to her neck. "Are we sure… That he is… Still a boy?" Tyene asked between her breaths of Nymeria, who removed her robes and openly hugged Jayce from behind.

"Not a boy, but a wolf. A very hungry wolf." Nymeria said, drawing the attention of Jayce. "Come, my golden wolf. Your prey awaits." And so Jayce feasted on her, before turning back to Tyene, until they finally gotten to their main event.

And on that night, the two voracious Sand Snakes learned several things, among which was that Jayce had the stamina and endurance of both a wolf and a dragon, and that they quite enjoyed being claimed by one like him. And during this voyage, the two girls would rarely leave Jayce's bed, and when they did, they'd rarely be ever away from him.

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Oh, what is this, a chapter sooner than expected? Well, what can I say, I felt inspired, and as you can see, Jayce's real adventures are starting to kick off, and he is making a name and taking ladies (literally).

Hope you enjoyed this chapter will give it a review, a suggestion for the future events or a romance, or ask questions about it. I very much appreciate the feedback from you readers as it helps me get better.

Next time: Sunspear and meeting Prince and Princess; Dark Star and Vulture prey upon Starfall; Dreadwolf Company's first battle.