"Good morning, Lord Stark, I trust you slept well?"
"Aye, thank you very much for your hospitality."
"Think nothing of it," Illyrio claps his hands, and the food is served.
The men sit in silence for a while as they eat until Illyrio breaks the silence, "I have arranged for a ship to take you to Meereen, though it will not be leaving for a month. That should give you ample time to rest and recuperate from your ordeal."
Ned frowns, "Is it safe for you to keep me in your home for so long?"
Illyrio laughs, "I housed the Targaryens longer than that, and they were fine. What's a month? No one will look for you in Pentos. All will assume you will be making your way North."
Ned slowly nods, "Aye, that they would."
Once they finish their meal, Illyrios stands up along with Ned, "I must be going now, Lord Stark. Please make yourself comfortable in my home," Illyrios tells Ned. He turns to leave but pauses, "But if you decide to write your family, please allow me to send it off for you under my seal as to not raise suspicion."
Ned nods, "Of course, Magister."
With that, Illyrios leaves the garden and heads into Pentos to deal with his business. Ned wanders around the garden for a while then makes his way to the library for a book to read. After getting a few books on the history of Slaver's Bay and Meereen, he goes back to his room to learn about Meereen. Upon entering, Ned finds that his new armor has been placed in his room. He sits down at the desk by the window and begins to read. After a few hours, there's a knock on his door, and the servants bring in his lunch. After lunch, Ned goes back to reading.
The next month passes slowly for Lord Stark; there isn't a great deal for him to do but recover from his stay in the black cells and read. After a week of doing nothing, Ned decides to go down to the training yard and spar with the master at arms. If Ned was going to be making a long a perilous journey to Meereen, he needed to be in top form, and he only had three weeks to get ready. For the remainder of his stay in Pentos, Ned sparred with the master at arms. By the time his week was over, Ned felt his strength return, and he was ready for his voyage to Meereen.
Meanwhile, in the North, Catelyn Stark sits in her tent, crying. Tears are streaming down her face after reading the note sent to them about Sansa's death. Robb is with her trying to comfort her, but she's inconsolable. Catelyn suddenly looks up at Robb, "Oh, Robb, where could Arya be?"
"I don't know, Mother, but knowing Arya, she's going to try to make her way North, back to Winterfell."
"We need to find her."
"I'm sorry, Mother, but we can't spare the men to look for her."
"Robb, she's your sister!" Catelyn cried.
"I know, but Mother, where would we look for her? She could be anywhere." Robb tells his mother, "We can only hope that she makes it to Winterfell."
Catelyn knew that Robb was right, but she didn't like it. Her youngest daughter was out there, all alone and helpless. Catelyn shakes her head, 'No, Arya was resourceful. If anyone could make it to Winterfell, it's her,' She thought. Catelyn had to believe that or else she would go insane.
Catelyn looks at her son, "Alright, Robb."
Robb gives his mother a sympathetic look. Robb felt terrible making that decision, but there was no way to search for her. He had to believe that Arya would make it North by herself. Robb hugs his mother then leaves the tent; he had a war council to attend.
While this is going on in Westeros, in Meereen, Rhaesa and Drogo are becoming acquainted. They were lying in bed wholly sated; Rhaesa had missed her husband's touch so much. Drogo runs his hand up and down Rhaesa spine as she lies with her head on his chest, slowly being lulled to sleep by the sound of his steady heartbeat. Rhaesa sighs and snuggles more into her husband.
*I have missed you so much, Moon of My Life,* Drogo whispers then kisses Rhaesa's head.
*And I you, my Warrior Love. I'm so happy to be back in your arms.*
*I am never letting you out of my sight again,* Drogo tells his wife.
Rhaesa smiles and kisses her husband. The kiss becomes more passionate, and Drogo rolls on top of his wife. He makes love to Rhaesa for the remaining day and night. The next morning, there's a knock on the door. Rhaesa grabs her dressing robe and covers Drogo with a sheet, "Come in," Rhaesa says.
Missandei and Irri come in holding the twins, Rhaesa smiles at the sight of her boys, who have been bathed and dressed in royal robes. Their hair still isn't long enough to braid, but it's been brushed out. The babies squeal when they see their mother. "Mama!" The twins say.
"Babies!" Rhaesa says with a chuckle as her boys reach for her. She takes them in her arms, and they give her a sloppy kiss, "Do you want to see Ave," Rhaesa asks.
The boys squeal even louder and nod, "Have they had their breakfast yet?"
"No, Khaleesi, not yet," Missandei said.
"Bring our breakfast in here, please, Drogo, and I will feed our sons."
Missandei and Irri bow and leave the room, Rhaesa walks back into the bedroom where Drogo is barely waking up. Drogo sits up when he sees Rhaesa come in with his sons. He smiles at see his sons and holds out his arms. Rhaego and Reuel start squirming in Rhaesa's arms, she sets them on the bed, and they begin to crawl towards Drogo, "Ave, Ave!" Both boys scream.
Drogo laughs and reaches for Rhaego and Reuel, *How are my sons this morning?* Drogo asks.
The babies lunge at Drogo and give him a sloppy kiss; then they begin to babble at him. They look at Rhaesa, who is holding the toy dragons that had been made for them. She hands them their toys, and the boys show it to their father. Once again, they start babbling at him and keep giving Drogo the toys. Drogo pretends to understand and nods his head and laughs when the babies start laughing as if they told their father a joke.
After a while, they look at Rhaesa, *Mama, hadaen (food.)*
*They have not been fed yet?* Drogo asked.
*No, I thought you would like to help me feed your sons.*
Drogo smiles, *Yes, Moon of My Life I would like that very much.*
A little while later, a servant comes in with a tray full of fruit, bacon, bread, honey, eggs, sausage, and some oatmeal for the babies. She also has a pitcher of honey water and milk for the babies. Rhaesa thanks the servant, and she leaves. Drogo gets up and puts on a robe that Rhaesa gave him. He wasn't used to such things, but Drogo thought that now that they were going to live in Meereen, he should get used to dressing differently. But he would still dress like a warrior.
Once he was decent, the family walks out into the receiving room where the food had been placed. Drogo sits down with the boys in his arms, and Rhaesa serves him his breakfast. She takes the two bowls of oatmeal and pours a little bit of honey in it then puts some berries, she mixes it up and mashes the fruit. Rhaesa puts one bowl in front of Drogo then places the other in front of her plate. She takes Reuel from Drogo and sits down.
*It's very easy to feed them, My love; they like eating oatmeal with honey and fruit. You only have to hold the spoon for them.*
Reuel starts fussing, wanting to be fed. Rhaesa smiles at her son and scoops out a little bit of oatmeal onto the spoon. Reuel opens his mouth, and Rhaesa spoons it into his mouth. The baby happily chews his food and opens his mouth again. Drogo follows Rhaesa's example with Rhaego; the baby does precisely the same thing that his brother does. In between spoonfuls of oatmeal, Rhaesa offers some eggs to Reuel. Drogo does the same thing. The babies happily eat their breakfast with their parents. Drogo laughs when Rhaego reaches for the eggs himself and stuffs it into his mouth. Reuel watches his brother eat by himself and reaches for the oatmeal, he takes a handful and stuffs it in his mouth, smearing it all over his face. Rhaesa wipes his face and hands with a napkin and does the same to Rhaego.
After the babies have been fed, Drogo burps them both, then sits down with Reuel on his lap and enjoys his breakfast. Rhaesa holds Rhaego and eats her breakfast as well. After that, Rhaesa and Drogo got dressed and took the boys out to see the dragons. The dragons had just returned from hunting and were very excited to see their family. Balerion, Meraxes, and Drogon chirped excitedly when they saw their parents bringing the babies to them. Rhaesa and Drogo greeted the dragons, then set the babies down in the grass. Rhaego and Reuel were so excited at seeing their siblings that they started crawling towards the dragons.
Balerion, Meraxes, and Drogon laid down in the grass with the babies encircling the twins so that they couldn't wander off. Rhaego and Reuel crawled up to Balerion and used his wing to pull themselves up. When they were standing, they used the big dragon's body for support to walk. Holding on to Balerion, the twins made their way towards the dragon's mouth. Balerion kept purring, encouraging the twins to come closer when they reached his head, he licked them both. The babies giggled uncontrollably and let go of him falling back and landing on their bottoms. Drogo and Rhaesa watched from under a tree as their sons crawled from one dragon to the other doing the same thing they did with Balerion.
After a while, Rhaego and Reuel tired and fell asleep against Drogon, comforted by his warm body. Drogo stepped forward and picked up his sons and carried them inside the Great Pyramid and put them to bed for their nap.