Chapter 31: Tyrosh

Casterly Rock

All the Lords and the ladies of Westerlands were gathered in the sept of Casterly Rock, attending the marriage between the Heir of the rock and the Frey girl, and she was in the first line next to her father, her uncle, and the other members of House Lannister, except her son. Joffrey wasn't allowed to attend the wedding and neither the following feast, orders from the great Tywin Lannister. He was locked in his chambers all alone, and she will make sure that as soon as this shit of a marriage will end, she will head there.

Turning towards the entrance, Cersei saw the Frey whore, accompanied by her wretch of a father descending slowly walk the aisle heading towards the Septon.

Cersei felt her blood boiling at seeing this. And especially when Jaime placed the clock after giving her a pitiful look, before touring and taking the girl's hand.

"Your grace, my lords, my ladies, we stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife," the Septon said with a high voice, before tying them together with the sacred laces. "Look upon each other and say the words."

"Father, smith, warrior, mother, maiden, crone, stranger,"

"I am hers, and she is mine,"

"I am his, and he is mine,"

"From this day, until the end of my days."

And they all sealed with a kiss.

"Let it be known that Roslin of House Frey and Jaime of the Houses Lannister, are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder."

When the newly married couple turning towards them everyone started to clap and cheers, for them.

And Cersei smirked, when made eye contact with Jaime, and laughed inside her mind, knowing perfectly that she will be the one to tear them apart. Because Jaime's heart belongs to her, and only her. And so, should be the body.

The Bards played, the lords drank and ate and chatted with each other, while Cersei sat at her table twirling her goblet before drinking.

She could hear how the wine was clouding her mind and seeing Jaime in that tunic made her horny, but the arousal immediately passed when she saw him laughing with the whore.

Suddenly, Cersei heard Walder Frey's hateful voice, who stood up and said, "Lord Tywin. The Septon has prayed his prayers, some words were said, and Ser Jaime has wrapped my daughter in a cloak. But they are not yet man and wife. A sword needs a sheath. And a wedding needs a bedding. What do you say, my lord?"

But when she was about to leave the Great Hall without raising suspicion, her father grabbed her by the arm, stopping her.

"You will witness the consummation and have a good look on your face. I'm tired of your inappropriate behavior that is shaming the Lannister's name."

"I won't do it," she replied with teeth clenched, and trying to shake his arm, but the grip was too strong.

"Yes, you will. There are already rumors in the castle that you slept with Jaime the night you arrived. I will not see all my work to preserve the house destroyed by your whims, Cersei," he said in a threatening tone, though not very loud.

Cersei continued to look at him in a defiant manner, even though she knew there was no victory in the matter. Her father would have dragged her through the hallways of Casterly Rock straight to the chambers where the consummation will be done.

Nodding, Cersei followed the crowd to the girl's chambers.

Cersei looked towards her father who nodded up too, while the present cheered and laughed, and she did not want to witness this nonsense.

She was angry about that humiliation, and now she was headed for the one person in this world who loves and cares about her. Joffrey. Using the secret passageway considering the guards outside her room are under orders not to let anyone in.

She still couldn't take out of her mind the girls moans or Jaime's once he had started that. Or the grin the damn Frey had on his face at knowing that soon Frey Blood will stain the Lannister bloodline.

When she arrived there, she opened the door, saw that the room was lit, warm, and she heard noises of water. As she entered and looked around, she saw that her son was in the bathtub, relaxing, and as she approached, Cersei heard him say, "Have they banished you too, from the ceremony, mother? Or are you here to visit your disgraced son?"

She didn't respond by approaching the table to fill a glass of wine. She already had a lot inside her body, but one more didn't hurt. A side effect of living with that bastard of Robert.

Leaning against the table, she took a sip, watching her son while he was in the tub, elbows on the edge, and with one hand holding a goblet.

"How's the water?" she asked, carrying her goblet to the lips and one arm on her belly, to cross them when needed.

"Still warm," he answered, taking a sip and closing his eyes. "But you haven't answered me why you're here."

"We need to talk, Joff."

"About what?" he asked, in annoyance.

"The Iron Throne," she said, and that caught his attention.

"I'm all ears, Mother," he said, placing the goblet down.

Taking another sip of wine, and as she approached, Cersei said, "You need a wife with an important name, great wealth, and army."

"Who do you have in mind?" he asked, resting his head against the tub, and closing his eyes again.

"I don't know yet, but I was thinking Royce or Manderly."

"Fuck the north. Fuck the Valley. I don't beg for shit like that," said Joffrey clearly angry. "Orys got the little Tyrell rose, the jewel of the Reach, while I get the whores of the mountains and infertile lands of the North."

"You have to think with your head and not be carried away by pride," she said, trying to calm him, and then taking another sip, she went to stand behind him. Lowering herself, Cersei placed the goblet on the floor, and hugging Joff from behind, she whispered, "Do you remember the lullaby I used to sing to you when you were a child?"

"How to forget it. Especially the part that was saying, "And you'll always know that your brother's a thief." Cursed be Orys and his whore for stealing my right to the throne."

"A twist of fate, my prince," she whispered, running her hands over Joffrey's chest, who began to show some signs of musculature though not like Orys, who was completely his father. Tall, strong, and muscular. A real bloody Baratheon since he was in the womb. She should have realized that it wasn't Jaime's, it was the Stag's. Too lively, agitated, and especially he was against her. One of the reasons she hated him was because he reminds her of Robert. A whoremonger and drunker.

"I will kill him one day," said Joffrey, and she looked at him for a moment, before returning her attention to wondering her hands on his chest, and his soft skin. "Then I will be the only true heir to my father's throne."

"And your father? How will you kill him?"

"What?" he rose up. Looking at her he added, "I'm not killing my father."

"But for you to rise, he needs to fall. "

"He will. In his own way, not by my hand. He is my father. I owe him–"

"Nothing. You owe him nothing!" she snapped, grabbing his jaws and turning around. Looking in his eyes, she said, "No one in this world loves you more than I do. No one had fought for you more than I did. Your loyalty should lay to me. Your love should only be mine."

He didn't respond, pulling away, saying, "Maybe I should have accepted Uncle Jaime 's suggestion regarding that whore?"

"What?" she said, going to the other side of the tube.

"The one I shouted with three bolts, two days ago," he said in an annoying way. "I should have fucked her."

"And why you did it?"

"She didn't want to do what I asked. And she called me rapists after that," he said clutching his fist.

She didn't respond immediately and when she was ready to do it, she realized that she placed her hand on his cock now hard, and was squeezing it.

In that same moment, she was overwhelmed by thousands of moods and when a wave of pleasure hit her, she lost it. She gives up to the worst instinct. And started to move her hand up and down her son's cock, as she was looking at his widened eyes.

But that doesn't stop her. On the contrary. She increased the speed and the only thing she could hear was the splashing on the water as she was stroking him. Cersei could also feel that her own cunt was starting to get wet, but decided to ignore it, since she could feel her son was coming and she will get the chance of her release in her chambers.

However, to her surprise when he jerked, Joffrey seed spilled over her. On her face on her golden hair and some drops on the breasts.

She could hear him breathing fast, but what surprised her was that he didn't moan. Nor a single noise he made during the act. And she knew that he enjoyed it.

She got up, and was ready to go when she felt him grasp her wrist, saying, "Where are you going?"

"To my chambers. To clean myself," she replied, trying to free her wrist, but it wasn't working.

"No. You don't need that," he said, getting out of the tube, and she glanced down. He was hardening and that wasn't good.

"Joffrey-"

But he pushed her towards the bed, making her yelp, before clashing his body with hers, therefore pinning her down.

"You said that the only one I should be loyal to, is you. The only one that I should love is you," he whispered, before ripping her dress apart. "Maybe it's this way that I should start he added, grabbing her jaw, turning it at him, and crushing his lips with hers, despite Cersei trying to deny the access of his tongue in her mouth with sealed lips.

Her ripped dress fell to the floor, leaving her bare before him, and Cersei could feel his hardness pointing on her back.

"Joff, please," she said even though she didn't know for what she was pleading as she felt his hand on her sex starting to stroke her.

"The two whores that Uncle Jaime sent to me were very beautiful you know?" he whispered, as he keeps stroking her cunt. "But as I was looking at them," he thrust two Fingers in her, "the only thing I could see was red braided hair with a dark purple dress on. And the face of that damn girl that was the reason of my current situation."

Then he suddenly stopped, bringing his finger with her juice on her lips starting to run them over her lips.

Then he pushed her forward, making her yelp and after spreading her legs, she felt him thrust in her with a powerful thrust, making her gasp open mouth and ark her back.

Grasping her hairs, he forced her up, and giving powerful thrust he said, "This is the love you want me to give you, mother," another thrust, making her yelp and moan, as she squeezing her eyes trying to not enjoy it despite her body was betraying her. There was a time when Jaime was so rough with her. Before she bent him to her will.

Joffrey started to increase the speed of his thrust, holding her up by the waist and squeezing by the neck, as she leaned her head back on his shoulder.

But she knew this will end soon since this was his first time.

He stopped for a moment, pulling out, before pushing her on the bed, and Cersei cough herself immediately with her arms, but her son turned her on the back, before bending and thrust in her again. Fast and hard. He was biting her lips with his teeth and marking her neck, as he keeps moving his hips. And rising, he grabbed her breasts and her waist to make her steady

As he keeps thrusting, Joffrey was murmuring something that she couldn't even understand, before she felt him come deep inside her cunt, painting her walls with his seed.

They were breathless, and he was over her, still with the cock buried deep in her, but that was starting to soften. Her pussy was burning because of the roughness with how he fucked her now, and even some pain she felt. Then pulling out, he crawled on the bed, before falling immediately asleep.

Cersei on the other hand stayed that way for a long time. Her thighs still spread, naked and with the arm on her forehead, still confused by what happened and how they reached those things, that wasn't supposed to happen. She could feel that her son's seed mixed with her juice, was dripping down from her cunt.

After a few minutes, she got up, and taking the ripped dress, headed slowly to her chambers through the secret passages. She will need a cold water and sleep to forget this, before having a talk with him.

King's Landing

Since the night of the argue, Orys has avoided Margaery. He didn't sleep with her in the same room, in the same bed and neither they eat together. He immersed himself in the work for the Kingdoms, attending the Small Council, hunting, drinking, and training with his hammer.

And now he was doing that. Training. With a sword this time, and with Sandor Clegane, a very strong opponent. He was tall and fight with ferocity.

"You are dead now," said Clegane chuckling, disarming him, and with the blade on his neck. He knew that Clegane was holding a lot during the training.

Orys smiled, and Clegane removed the blade, saying. "You are good but not as good as you think, my prince. You leave your flank too much uncovered, and you attack with impatience, making it an easy task for the enemy to disarm you."

"The hammer is my weapon, Clegane. Not the sword," responded Orys trying to regain his normal breath, as they were heading towards the table where there was some water to extinguish the thirst.

"Yes, but once you lost your hammer, what will you do? In battle rules the chaos, and there are times where men clash with men, they lose the weapons, and sometimes you need to adapt yourself. Swords, lances, hammers, teeth, nails, everything you will use. And for that, it's better to learn them at best. Or at least better than the enemy."

"And when the enemy is tall as a mountain?" asked Orys thinking about the other Clegane, and remembering the moment when these two brothers clashed at the hand's tourney after the mountain lost to fucking Tyrell.

"Then you will hit him in the weak spots."

"I heard that the Targaryen boy fight with two swords. How can I learn that?"

"I don't know. I fought with sword and shield. I struggle with two swords," said the knight, taking a long sip of water, and so did he.

In that moment, Orys saw the Spider approach him, with the hands in the sleeves and with his usual unreadable expression, "Yes, Lord Varys?"

"A man arrived from Myr, my prince," the bald man said, almost like in an apological way. "It brings our knight's head."

"Well, this proves that he had failed," said Orys picking up the hammer and starting to walk, with The Spider following behind him.

After some silence, as he was gazing toward the Blackwater bay, the Spider said, leaning with his back against the rail-wall, "There are whispers around the keep regarding the treason of a little rose."

"What?" he asked, turning at him with a confused expression.

The Spider, after looking around, leaned towards him, and whispering, said, "My little birds informed me that your wife, Margaery has a lover."

"Who?" Orys asked, feeling his breath, increase, his heart beating fast, and anger rise, as he clenches his fist.

"Ser Mark Mullendore, a knight loyal to House Tyrell, and part of her retinue," the spider said, and Orys furiously left. Heading to find this man.

Orys was in the dungeon, standing before the Black Dread's skull, waiting for his men to bring the knight here.

He was furious. Angry. At himself, but also at everyone else. And he certainly didn't expect faithfulness from her. Not after their quarrel of that night. But what angered him most was that she would pass off one of her bastards as his son.

"Prince. This is the man," Clegane said, and the Golden Clocks pushed the man forward and hitting him on the leg with a spear, making the knight fall to the ground.

There was silence on them for a short time before Orys, taking a breath and trying to cool his anger, said with his gaze fixed on the skull, "I hope you've enjoyed it these days."

The man didn't answer immediately, but then Orys heard him stuttering, asking, "W-why...I...am...here?"

"Leave," said Orys to the Gold Cloaks, and the men left, leaving only Sandor Clegane with him.

Turning to the man, who was on the ground, Orys continued, "Did you really think you could fuck her without me finding out?"

"My prince. I can-" but Clegane's fist interrupted the knight, knocking him to the ground.

"I hope you enjoyed it because from this day on, your life will be a living hell," said Orys, and then called for the jailer and the gold cloaks. "Cut off his tongue, his right hand, and three fingers of his left hand; break all his teeth; gouge out one of his eyes, and then castrate him. If possible, gold them later."

And the guards took him away between and screaming, after wounding his leg and arm so that he wouldn't fight back.

And with that he too headed out of the dungeons, with Clegane behind him, heading towards a room to bath and rest.

Myr

All the captains were gathered in the war room around the table, and next to him was Daenerys. Standing up with his fists on the table and looking at his captains, Aenar said, "Now that Rhaella and Asher have left for Tyrosh, it is our turn to prepare the army and sail."

"The ships are ready, but it will take hours to board them," Ethenaine said. "But I'd say to wait a few more days before sailing."

"I don't intend to sail now. Of course, we will wait a few days before our men leave, Ser," said Aenar looking towards his second in command.

"Well, then. He began to prepare the men," Ethenaine said, getting up and leaving the room, followed by the others, but Aenar stopped the commander of the archers, "Balaq, a moment, please."

And the old warrior stopped.

"I don't want you to participate in the invasion of Tyrosh unless you are completely healed."

"I've healed enough to turn the damn Tyroshi into hedgehogs," said the captain laughing, and Jon laughed too before Daenerys came to him.

Once she was left alone, he and Arthur walking out the door anyway, Aenar, hugging her and kissing her on the forehead said, "You were silent during the war council. I was hoping you'd have given me some advice on the matters. Is everything all right?"

Sighing and resting her head on his chest, she said, "I'm just worried about my mother. I don't want anything bad to happen here."

"It won't happen to her," he said, kissing her on the head. They stayed like that for a moment, until Ghost broke the silence by yawning, and glancing at him, Aenar saw broadly tap his tail on the floor.

In that moment an idea came to his mind to distract Daenerys' mind from Rhaella, and leaning back for a moment he said, "Would you like to fly, Dany?" and she immediately looked at him, confused and questioning. "With Caraxes. Of course, he is not completely healed, but he is able to carry two fairly light-weights," he said, putting a strand of her hair behind the ear.

"Yes. I'd like that very much," she replied, smiling. And then she looked down and added, "But I don't want him to get hurt."

Don't worry about it. He won't," he said, leaning down to kiss her. "Give me some time to talk to Arthur and then I'm all yours."

She nodded, smiling.

With that, Aenar left the room to go find Arthur.

Daenerys couldn't wait to fly with Jon and Caraxes. It would be her first time with that, and she was very excited. At the beginning, she was a bit offended that she wasn't the first one to fly with Caraxes and Jon, but she knows the reason for that. Arya was much smaller, and lighter than her. And especially Caraxes wasn't big enough. But now he was big enough, and this will also take her mind away from Tyrosh and the Danger in which her mother was

When she reached the place where Caraxes used to be, she saw that Jon wasn't there yet, but she decided to approach the dragon slowly, still being very scared of him.

As she was approaching him, Daenerys saw the dragon lying on the ground, with eyes closed and his head resting on the front legs, but it seems he didn't sense her. Or at least she thinks he didn't.

Then suddenly, he opened his eyes and rose in full size, before heading straight at her, and Daenerys, as she tried to back away, fell on the ground.

The dragon was now almost over her, with the head on her and showing his fangs. Daenerys' heart was beating even faster now. She remembers the ancient stories regarding the dragons and those who aren't his riders. But she thought that he would at least accept her as a friend and family.

Taking a breath, she started to move her hand toward his snout, and placing it, she heard him release a noise, and look her straight in the eyes, before lifting the head and turn toward another direction.

Looking that way too, she saw him coming. Her husband was wearing a dark tunic, his hairs were let free, and at his side, he had tied Blackfyre.

"Well, it seems he likes you and he is in a good mood. Ready?" he asked, smiling, and she nodded, feeling her heart beating fast.

After putting a saddle on his back, to Caraxes annoyance, Aenar climbed on, and helping her too, before tying her to him and the dragons. "You don't want to fall, don't you," he glanced over his shoulder at her, and she shakes her head. "Good." Then turning his attention back to the dragon, she heard him say, "Sōvēs."

And Caraxes started to run before lifting himself in the air, Daenerys squeezed Aenar tightly, burying her head in his back, as she could feel the air through her hairs.

And despite being afraid it feels amazing. She slowly started to open her eyes and looked down for a moment, seeing how the city was looking from the skies before Aenar headed towards the sea.

An hour later…

After the flight, they descended down on the beach, where Aenar had prepared for their evening nibble. And now they were finishing eating, with the sun that hadn't set yet on the bay of the sea in Myrth.

As she was looking towards the horizon with merchant ships coming, as the trade is the base of the riches of Myr, and the dragons, who in the meantime came to them, flying in the air, or at least Syrax and Silverwing, since Rhaegal was chained, Daenerys saw the look fixed on her of Aenar.

And smiling, he looked down and asked, "What is it?"

"Nothing. I'm just admiring my beautiful wife," he said, not drifting his gaze away. "Well, for now. In a few months, I will be fat and ugly."

"No. You still will be the most beautiful woman in this world," he said.

She smiled, feeling her check become warm, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw him crawl towards her, before kissing her passionately. And as the kiss deepened, she found herself on her back, with him on top of her.

"We shouldn't do it here. Outside," she murmured between the kisses, even though the truth was that she really wanted to do it herself. Outside, and under the stars when they will come. Just like her first time was.

"The dragons will keep the curious at bay," he said, without breaking the kiss and starting to lift her dress up.

"Mmmm…Jon…." She moaned her lover's name. The one that only she can call him with. When her dress reached her waist, leaving her socked sex bare to him.

In the mean times, she brought her hand down, starting to unbutton his tunic and untie his trousers. Then she put inside her hand, finding his hard cock and grabbing it.

Jon gasped at the sensation of her warm hand on his cock, that she was starting to stroke him slowly, and pass the thumb over its head, making him groan. "Gods…. Dany…you are killing me with that."

He could feel her smirk, as she resumed kissing him, but Jon rose up a bit, opening her dress, before returning to kiss her.

As he was holding himself, on one hand, the other, Aenar brought it on her right breast, caressing it, and loving how sensitive they were at his touch, making her lose almost control.

"Inside me! Now." She murmured, with greeted teeth, and pulling him away by the hairs before biting him on the neck.

"Damn, Dany. You are hungry today he said, lifting up, and undressing, but before he could get rid of the trousers, she pushed him down, and climbing over him, she whispered, grabbing his cock, stroking a few times, " And eager for your cock."

She started to run the tip along the lips of her wet pussy before positioning it at her entrance and sliding down on him, till she took him completely, making Aenar groan and he moans with closed eyes and a smile on her lips.

"It always amazes me your dimension," she murmured before starting to rock her hips, touching herself and Aenar on the other hand brought his hands on her thighs.

Gods. Since she became pregnant, there are times like this that brought him to madness, with her teasing, and always wanting to fuck. Rhaella warned him about it. That there was this possibility.

Suddenly he felt a playful slap on his cheek, opening his eyes, "What was that for?"

"I want you to look at me not close your eyes," she said, increasing the movement of her hips.

He obeyed that and bringing up his hands on her breast.

"Oh Fuck!" she screamed, as she started to ride him fast, and he really didn't know how long he would resist in that, since she was fucking amazing.

A few moments latter….

They were lying on the beach, naked and wrapped in their arms, watching the setting sun on the water, and caressing his love, he said, "I have thought about Shiera and I think you are right. No dragon deserves to be chained."

"When are we leaving?" she asked impatiently, rising a bit and smiling, as she looked down at him.

"After the conquest of Tyrosh," said Aenar, and she laid again her head on him, therefore giving him the possibility to kiss her. "But it will only be you who will go. Or rather you and Rhaella."

"What?" She asked him, getting up immediately to look at him. Aenar could see that there was anger in her eyes. "Why?"

"I have to fly north, Dany. Lord Stark has requested my help against the wildlings. And perhaps I'll have a chance to talk to him face-to-face about ships to sail to Westeros."

"So the time for sailing has come?"

"No. Not yet. Not until we have a thousand ships and more."

A thousand ships? And where will we get a thousand ships?"

"Qarth. Wasn't this your plan? You Mentioned Tourmaline Brotherhood when trying to persuade me regarding Seastar. They had 800 ships."

"Then it will be better to have them on our side."

"No Dany. They are pirates. Don't try to reason with them," Aenar said, trying to change her mind in that regard, concerned for her life. But Daenerys didn't respond. She seems to be in her own world in this moment, thinking who knows what. "Dany?"

"Hmm?" she looked up at him. "Was thinking a plan to get. And I think that I found."

"Dany. If you are going to destroy the House of Undying, the Tourmaline Brotherhood are going to expel you, and deny the ships."

"Then we will find a way," she said, and Aenar could hear an annoyance in her voice.

"Dany-"

"What!" she snapped getting up. "First, we will do this. Then that isn't good. We will do that. This isn't right. We have dragons for fuck's sake. A big fucking DRAGON!" she added angrily, and getting up all naked, before picking up her dress and putting on.

Aenar groaned in frustration, lying on the ground, with the head under the head. This must be one of the moments during pregnancy, that Rhaella warned him, even though he didn't know it could be so soon.

Suddenly and without a warning, he felt her sit over him, and leaned on him, with the hands on the side of the head, she said, "I'm sorry. I didn't want to snap and said those things. It's just-"

"You don't have to apologize," he said, swallowing, and placing his hand on her hips. "You were right anyway."

She smiled, bending down and kissing him on the lips, slowly, before he stopped her saying, "Now would be better if you get off me, otherwise I will be forced to take you again, since I'm still naked, and my cock is waking up."

"Then maybe…" she started, before leaning against his ear, whispering, "I should get him back to sleep."

And biting his earlobe, she started to leave a trail of kisses downward, till his cock, before grabbing him and give a long lick from balls to tip and starting to run her tongue over it.

Gods, she wants to kill him with the teasing, because he really didn't know how much he could resist with that.

Tyrosh

Rhaella was on the docks of their ship, with Barristan beside her, as they were entering the harbour of the free city of Tyrosh. It was long since she had been here, but nevertheless still a beautiful sight to see. However, now it was getting ready for war. Plenty of ships were in the harbour with scorpions on them and dark shining bolts.

"Baratheon ships," came Asher's voice as he stepped next to her, and accompanied by the tall woman, Beskha.

"Yes. According to Lysander, it was the boy, prince Orys the one that sent them," Rhaella said looking at them. Almost everyone had a scorpion on them to fight the dragons.

"Do you already have someone in mind who will help us with the conquest of Tyrosh?"

"Maybe. But first. We will need to enter it."

When their ship reached the dock, Rhaella saw soldiers standing there and waiting for them to get down. "Let's not do something stupid," she said to those who accompanied them. Then placing her arm around Asher's arm, she whispered, "Pretend to be a very influent, and powerful Magister when they will talk to you. Say that I'm your wife and those behind us, are your guards. And that we are here to discus-"

"I know what I have to do."

"Alt! Who are you, and what business brings you here to the Free City of Tyrosh?" said a soldier, stopping them.

"My name is Lazario Irryr and this is my wife Lysara. I'm her too to talk of business with the Conclaves on behalf of Lys," Asher said, trying to be as convincing as possible, and she really hoped that they will take this bait.

"What business?"

"Regarding the Targaryen from Myr. It is very important."

The soldier looked at them with suspiciousness, before saying, "We need to inspect your ship."

"Then do it," said Asher, stepping aside and letting the soldiers pass and head towards their ship. "But quickly. My time is precious. I need money to keep this beauty by my side."

"This wasn't necessary," she whispered angrily, but the man ignored her.

They waited a few minutes before seeing the soldier return, and the same man saying, "You may enter the city. But you need to leave the weapons her."

"We won't leave our weapon to your soldiers. I need them for my protection," Asher said, and the man hesitantly nodded, but before letting them go he said, "If anything bad happens in the city the first one to be held guilty, is you."

Asher nodded, and they all four left the docks heading inside the city.

"I need to go and meet someone," said Asher, before leaving her with Ser Barristan, therefore not giving her the possibility to question him. She really didn't like him. He was too much of a hot-head and she knows how that ends.

"Come, Ser Barristan. We have a lot of work to do and people to meet," she said starting to walk.

Grazdan was heading towards the pleasure house where the Stormcrow commander, Daario Naaharis, was staying with some of his men. Grazdan had just arrived in this town and to his surprise, he was still in the hands of the Magistrates and the arcane.

And they did a very good work regarding the defense of the City. Two mercenary companies, one inside the walls and the other outside, and then the city guard. While Westeros supplied ships and scorpions against the dragon, and it seems they aren't aware of his death.

Upon entering, Grazdan saw that the place was full of whores and sellsword and once he saw where the commander was sitting, with a whore in his lap, and some dice in hand, he heads there.

Once he was near the table, Grazdan asked, "Are you Daario Naharis?" despite knowing that he was the man.

"Yes. With whom I have the pleasure to talk?"

"Grazdan but I would like a word in private."

"Don't you see that I'm busy at the moment," the sellsword said, giving a pack on the whore's ass, making her moan, and bend down to kiss him. But Grazdan, patting one of the men, who was sitting, to get up, said, "It won't take long. Just a word."

The sellsword smirked at him, and after kissing the whore one last time, pulled her off his lap, and giving her a slap on the ass., before taking a sip. "Speak."

"We all know that Tyrosh can't resist the boy from Myr. Not against his dragon."

"I don't know if you noticed, but the ships from the harbour are full of scorpions, and there are some inside the city. My own men are managing them. And besides that, there are rumours that said the dragon is dead."

"Do you think your little scorpions will stop a fire breathing beast?" asked Grazdan, ignoring his last part, and waiving to a girl to pour him some wine.

"What do you want?" asked the sellsword clearly annoyed.

In that moment the girl brought him some wine, and after taking a sip, he said, "I want you to fight for him when he will come to Tyrosh."

"You are a madman if you think that I would break a contract," chuckled the sellsword.

"What is more important? The life of your men or a contract?"

"A contract. I fight for gold, wine, and women."

Grazdan burst out in laughs at hearing that, and after taking another sip, he said, "You will all burn alive when he will come to take this city."

"Who are you to be so sure about their victory? Are you with them?" asked the sellsword leaning forward.

"For the Green Grace, no," said Grazdan chuckling and bringing the goblet to his lips. "I want them dead, just as everyone in this world. But for that to happen I need your help?"

"Oh, so you want to hire my company against the dragons, but at the same time betray the city, from which my mother herself is coming and in exchange of what?"

"Wine. Gold. Women."

"I can have them all in any moment," replied the man chuckling and taking a sip of wine. "Why I should fight for you?"

"Because you will have more gold than you can imagine. More wine than you could drink. And two beautiful Targaryen women as slaves, bedwarmer or whatever you want," Grazdan said, and that seems to pick his attention, though he said anyway, "I don't want slaves."

"They can be what you want. Once the boy is dead, they will be alone in this world and I will give them to you."

The sellsword didn't respond, drinking all the content of the Goblet, however getting up, he said, "We will see about that," leaving him without a real response.

A few hours later…

They found an inn where they could eat and wait for the traders that she didn't get yet the chance to speak to come. This was usually their favourite place, but the time was already against them.

As they were eating at the table of the inn, Rhaella heard the man asking, "How is that during your years in exile no one had ever tried to reap you?"

Swallowing the piece of meat and taking a sip of wine, Rhaella said, "they tried, and for that they paid with life." Leaning forward and pointing the knife, she added, "You know. When a man is in heat and wants to fuck you that's the perfect moment to strike with a hidden blade."

"And if they are more than one?" asked the woman.

"Well, then you are doomed, I would say. However, I ask you. Even if they are more than one would you let yourself been reaped or try to fight till your last strength?"

"I would fight."

"Then you have my response," she said, resuming to eat the food. "However. I wasn't always alone. There was another woman with me. Mary. She died protecting me from the usurper's men."

After some time in silence, Asher forester asked, "So the tales that are saying about your late husband are true?"

Rhaella stopped for a moment, feeling how swallowing the food was starting to get difficult at the mention of Aerys. But taking a long sip, and looking down, she said, "Yes. They are."

Before getting up an leaving the table. Followed by Ser Barristan, however, just before she reached the counter of the inn, she saw a familiar face enter. "It's her."

"The woman?"

"Yes," responded Rhaella looking at her, as she started to approach, she added, "She is a minor tradeswoman that I meet a few years and that we helped each other."

Once she reached the table, Rhaella asked, can I sit?" and the woman looked at her for a moment, before nodding.

"Who are you and what do you want?" she asked.

"I am Rhae, and we met a few years ago."

The woman looked at her for a moment, trying to match the face for sure, until, she started to laugh. Yes, I remember a Rhae that I meet a long time, ago, but she was much older than you. Though I can see some resemblance with that woman."

"Because I am that woman, and now I need your help."

"My help? For what?"

"Oh, before we start that we will need some wine because it's a very long talk," Rhaella said, waiving for the owner of the inn to bring them some brandy.

An hour later…

They managed to draw most of the minor traders to their cause, but she knows that wasn't enough. They need more support.

"Where do we go now?" asked Asher, once they were outside the inn after had finished with the merchant.

Looking up, Rhaella saw that the sun was starting to set, and she knew that they need to find an inn where to sleep since soon the soldier will patrol the streets. So, turning to Asher, she said, "We are going to meet with Zarrontal Toraq."

"Zarrontal Toraq, The Deathbringer, One of the most famous pit fighters of Essos. That Zarrontal Toraq?"

"Well, I think yes. At least according to Lysander. Our Master of Spies informed us that Zarrontal Toraq is building a rebellion of the slaves here in Tyrosh. But I suppose now that Tyrosh has the two Sellsword company and Westeros on their side, he won't rebel."

"I doubt it. Zarrontal Toraq is one of the best fighters here in Essos, he isn't afraid of some sellsword scum," said the woman, Beskha.

"So you want to persuade him to rebel when our army will be here?" asked Asher, and Rhaella nodded, starting to walk toward her destination. Even though, the truth was that she didn't know if she could persuade him to fight on their side, or not to destroy the city.

When they reached the place where the rebel slaves were hidden, Rhaella took a breath before entering the small street and reaching the hidden door in a wall.

"I don't think we should be here, your grace," said Ser Barristan, with the hand on the sword, and with a worried expression.

"Nonsenses. Their enemy is our enemy," she said, "and stop calling me your grace'," hitting twice on the spot where the hidden door should be. According to Lysander, this was their knowing signal for everyone who wanted to meet them.

When the door opened, Rhaella saw angry expressions looking at them. And there was not only man but also some women. The rebels pulled out their knife and swords immediately, ready to attack them.

"Hold your weapon," said a strong voice, coming from inside, and Rhaella saw a tall, very muscular man with dark skin and no hair, stepping forward. In that moment she saw that he also has some scars on the cheeks and on the arms. "Who are you, and what you want?"

"My name is Rhaella Targaryen, and I'm here to speak with Zarrontal Toraq. The leader of the rebels."

"There are no leaders. There are no rebels," the men said, and Rhaella saw another, with long hairs, lighter skin, whispering something to him, and the man turning his attention back to her, said, "You came from Myr? From the city that the Dragonlord had conquered?"

"Yes," she responded, swallowing, fearing what may happen.

"Then come inside. We have a lot to discuss," the man said, and everyone else stepped aside, making her room. She glanced at those who were with her and all of them entered.

Sitting down at a table, the rebels offered them some wine, and the man said, "I am the one you are looking for. Zarrontal Toraq, leader of the slaves of Tyrosh."

"So the tales regarding your imminent rebellion are true?" she asked, taking a sip and crossing her arms.

"Yes. We were only waiting for the right moment. And now it has come," said the man, looking her straight in the eyes and seriously.

"Then will you help us take the city?"

"Yes. However, we have some conditions to impose in exchange of our help," he said, and Rhaella nodded.

"First, when the dragon lord will take the city, he will free all the slaves. Second. The city will be ruled by leaders chosen by the citizen, slaves, and free man, not by the rich magisters-"

"Under the rule of the King of the Stepstones and the Narrow Sea, of course," she interrupted him, folding her arms in front of her chest.

"There is no King of the Stepstones and the Narrow Sea," the other man said. "There is a damn Pirate King."

"Soon there will be. Once Tyrosh and Lys had both fallen," Rhaella responded looking up at him. Aenar already had planed that. It was a challenge that he wanted to throw at the usurper. One king against another.

"So be it. Under the King of the Stepstones and the Narrow Sea. However, there is a third condition in exchange of our help," said Zarrontal drawing the attention back on him, "our daughters. Our wives."

And Rhaella glanced at Asher, not knowing to what he was referring to. "What do you mean?"

The man taking a sip, said, "Our masters have sold our wives and daughters to the Lord of the Waters. To make an alliance with him against you."

"Then why don't you kill your masters and sail to save your wives."

"Because we don't have the strength to do so. Only a few of us know how to truly fight, and those who are there, the pirates are good, or at least better than any slaves in Tyrosh. And beside that. There are tales that say, the Lord of the Waters is from your land. From Westeros."

Rhaella wondered who he may be and glanced at Barristan again for a moment. However, knowing that Aenar will need their help she will have to accept it.

"So be it. We will save your wives from the hands of the Lord of the Waters; however, you will help us take the city and keep the peace inside it. Which will mean no fight with the other citizen. There will be no slave and no masters from the moment the city will be ours. And everyone will be punished and judged in the same way if they break the law. Do we have a deal?"

Zarrontal glanced at the others who were there, and Rhaella heard him argue silently with the man with long hairs, before looking back at her, nodding, saying, "We have a deal. But I warn you. If you trick us, there will be no peace in the city. No matter if you have dragons or no."

Rhaella nodded, getting up, and heading toward the door, however, stopping midway, and looking back at Zarrontal, she said, "You will have to go on the ships when the time will come. To prevent them from shooting."

"Yes. We will."

"What assurance we have?"

"My word and my honour," Zarrontal responded, and she could see that he was truthful.

Once they were outside, Rhaella turning to Asher, said, "You will leave immediately for Myr, before they close the city. And inform Aenar regarding all this."

"I promised him that I will not leave your side."

"There is no need for you to stay here," she interrupted him. "You need to inform Aenar regarding our arguments with the rebels and the merchant. Barristan will stay with me. And besides that, I know how to defend myself. My grandson tough me how to use a sword and a knife and I lived on my own for fifteen years in Essos."

Hesitantly, Asher nodded, heading towards the harbour, as she and Barristan headed toward an inn to pass the night.

As they were walking through the streets, Rhaella heard, Ser Barristan, say, "May I ask a question, your grace?"

"Yes. And I already told you to not call me that way here. Not now," she said, glancing at him. "Ears may be hiding around us and inform our enemies."

"Of course." The old man said, apological, before giving a painful sigh, and she was sure that he was afraid of her and pondering the best way to say.

"Spit it out, Ser Barristan. We know each other since I was born. Whatever you have to ask, do it freely and without fear."

"When we go back to Westeros, what will happen to house Baratheon and their ally?"

"They will pay for what they did to my family. For butchering my grandchildren. For reaping and killing my daughter-in-law, and for killing my son," she said angrily and breathing fast, as the horrors of the rebellion returned to her mind. She may not have seen them, but she knows the man that did that. Tywin Lannister and Robert Baratheon. Not to mention that the Queen is even worse. She always was. And Joann knew it. But sensing that the old knight may be referring to something else, she said, "But you weren't talking about Lannister and Baratheon, but about someone else, did you?" and the old man nodded, looking down. "Who is it about?"

"My great-niece's children."

At that, she stopped immediately turning to him, and with raised eyebrows, asked, "They are half Baratheon or half Lannister?"

And the old man nodded, swallowing, before responding, in an almost ashamed way, "She slept with Prince Orys."

Rhaella resumed walking, and angrily said, "You should have told us this, Ser Barristan."

"I don't want for them to dye."

"You are on the edge of a knife, Ser Barristan. It was very difficult to hold my grandson's hand from drawing his sword and cut your head for treason," she said, and the knight didn't respond. Stopping again Rhaella said, looking straight in the eyes, "The Kingsguard's knees don't bend so easily, Ser Barristan, and you should have known that. No one of your old brothers, except the Kinslayer, had bent the knee to the usurper. You did too, and now you are hiding valuable information to the king that you swore to protect."

"I'm sorry. And for that I ask your forgiveness," he said, lowering his head, and looking down.

"Sorry is not enough, Ser," she said, looking at him. But then raising his head by the chin, she said, "But you are forgiven. However. No more secrets, Ser Barristan."

The old knight nodded, and Rhaella resumed the walk towards the inn, who was near, but in the meantime, she asked, "Is the child a bastard or Legitimized?"

"I don't know your grace. The only thing of which I'm aware of is that there are two. A boy and a girl."

"What are their names?"

"Duran and Argella."

She nodded, deciding to end this topic. She will have to talk to Aenar and Daenerys about it, before giving an answer to the old Knight.

She knows that Daenerys would never harm them, though she wasn't so sure about her grandson. He tends to lose control when it comes to protecting his family.

But shaking her head, Rhaella put aside this tough. First, she needs to focus on the present. The future can wait.

One day later…

Myr

You still have a lot to learn, your grace," Arthur said, stretching his hand to help him get up from the ground.

Aenar started laughing and taking his hand and getting up. "Well, your fame is well deserved, Sword of the Morning."

As they were heading toward the table where there was some water, Aenar said, "Artur, after Tyrosh, I will fly north, and you will accompany Daenerys to Qarth and Astapor."

"No. I'm coming with you to the Wall," his Lord Commander and Mentor said, drinking all the water in a breath.

Sighing, Aenar shakes his head, saying, "Caraxes isn't big enough to carry two people for such a long way. Even I won't fly continuity. I will stop to make him rest."

"Then we will stop more often," he said, and Aenar shakes his head, wanting to argue on regard, but they got interrupted by Arya, saying, "Did he kick your ass enough during training, or you can withstand another one?"

Turning to her, Aenar said, smirking, "Such rude words do not befit a lady."

"I'm not a lady. And I'm ready to kick your ass," she said, pointing her training sword at him, and Aenar glanced at Arthur, who was trying to restrain his laughs.

They took their position, at the center of the training yard, and some of the soldiers who were training there too gathered around them again.

Aenar waited for her to attack, but she didn't do it. She keeps her position and waiting for him to attack, and that made him smile. She was a quick learner. At the begging, when they trained, she was always impatient to attack and therefore, losing many times, but as time passed, with his advice and those from Arthur, she learned the art of patience, and therefore wait for the enemy to make the first move.

So it was he, who decided to strike, with light but precise attacks. And surprisingly, Arya managed to dodge them and parry some.

They trained for quite a long time under the cheers of the soldiers, before he saw that she was extremely tired, and so he decided to stop, but also give her this victory, therefore making a useless attack, and Arya managed to disarm him, smiling.

"By every day that pass, you are becoming better and better, with the sword little wolf," said Aenar wrapping an arm around her shoulders as they start heading towards the table and the crowd disappears, with some of them shooting joking comments at him, until Caraxes, made a roar from where he was lying, and shooting their mouth.

As they were walking, Aenar saw Daenerys coming at them, and once a few steps, she said, "Asher has returned. And brig good and Bad news."

"Rhaella?" he asked immediately with his heart that was beating fast.

"No," she responded, shaking her head. "But regarding Tyrosh." Then turning to Arya, she said, "Come with me, little Wolf. Let the commander go alone to the war council. I'm not in the mood for that. And I'm sure he will inform me if something bad will happen to my mother."

Aenar nodded, running toward the keep and with Arthur on his heels, leaving some trusting soldiers to escort Daenerys.

Upon entering the war council room, Aenar saw the second in command of the Golden Company, with crossed arms, and discussing with other members.

"What is it?" he asked, and they all turned their attention to him.

"Queen Rhaella managed to gain the supports of some minors Magisters and traders, willingly to sneak our man inside," Asher said, and Aenar release a winning sigh at that. He had no doubt in her skills, however, his cheers inside, crushed when he heard what came next. "But, regarding the slaves of the city. The man who is building the rebellion said that he will help us take the city only if we save their wives from the Lord of the Waters."

Aenar was speechless on the regard, never hearing about this Lord of the Waters and looking at his captains, he asked, crossing his arms, "Who is this Lord of the Waters?"

"He is the new Pirate King, with a good fleet. We don't know who he is, but the tales say he is from Westeros."

Aenar nodded, looking down thinking before asking, "So, what we will do, captains?"

"Accept the deal," said Balaq, drowning all the attention on him. Clearing his throat, the Capitan of the archers said, "We need ships, and for that, we may take his. And besides that, I bet all the gold in this world, that we will find also other pirates prisoners and maybe sons of famous pirates."

"Well. Then we will do it. How many men do we bring there?"

Ethenaine headed towards the table where the map of Essos was lying, however, he pulled out one with only the Stepstone, and pointing, he said, "I would say we should land with 5000 men and 50 ships, here. It's called the Torturer's Deep. It's where the Pirate King is hiding, if he is hiding." And Aenar looked there. He really didn't like that place. Not at all.

"You and the dragon will lead the 5000 men there," said Ethenaine, looking at him. "Me on the other hand, I'm going to Tyrosh, where I will land with half the Golden lances and 10 thousand men from the Golden company."

Aenar, with the gaze fixed on the map, thought for a moment regarding this, not really knowing what to decide what to do, and if this will work or no. But looking at Arthur, he saw him nod, and so turning to his second in command, he said, "All right, Ser. We will do as you suggest. But don't attack till I will not inform you regarding our victory."

Ethenaine nodded, leaving the room, heading to prepare the army, but Aenar stopped Balaq, and Blackburn asking, "Will you accompany me in this expedition?"

"Of course, we will," said Balaq, starting to laugh. "It's always a pleasure to kill pirates."

"Thank you, captains. Now go and get ready the men."

Once he and Arthur were left alone, he said, "Arthur, you will stay with Dany. There is no one in this city who can protect her better than you."

"I should be at your side," Arthur said starting to approach him, and placing a hand on his shoulder, he added, "Last time a prince asked me to protect his love, I failed."

"There is nothing that you could have done, Arthur."

"Actually. I could have gone with your father to the trident and kill the Robert Baratheon."

"Or you would have died alongside my father. And I would have died with my mother. Or who know what other fate," Aenar said, hugging the one that he considers like a father. "But now I need to go and inform Daenerys regarding this. Alone."

"Make sure to wear the armour," Arthur said, chuckling, and Aenar started laughing, leaving the room and going to look for Daenerys.