JON

He sat at the desk of the former lady of Barrowton´s solar, as he finished the letter to his family in Winterfell. He could feel his heart ache as he thought of his family, he missed them so much and he couldn't help but to wonder what they were doing right now, and if they missed him as much as he missed them.

He was putting the finishing touches on the letter there was a knock on the door, and Jon called for the person to enter.

It turned out to be Ser Brynden, who was looking tired but jovial in his normal scaled armor in the color of his house and with the black trout that he had taken for his own sigil leaping playfully. "How did it go Ser Brynden?" Jon had ordered the lady Mormont to secure the town, and the leaders of the mountain clans to secure the castle and make sure nothing was out of the ordinary, but Jon had asked the Blackfish to report to him about how things were going.

"Well your grace." Ser Brynden replied as Jon gestured for the man to take a seat, then Jon poured him a cup of wine that Satin had left on the desk, before Jon had managed to get the young man to take a nap. "The people of Barrowton had surrendered without a fight and there were no casualties of our men nor the inhabitants, and we cannot find any loyal men to lady Dustin hiding anywhere."

This news brought a smile to Jon´s face. He was glad that there hadn't been any battle and that the transition of power had been peaceful for the most part, except of course on lady Dustin´s end, who would-be put-on trial in the morning. But Jon had no illusions that it would be a long trial.

But he would be giving her a chance to speak in her own defense, but the evidence against her was overwhelming and her life would most likely end on the block tomorrow, at the end of the trial.

Jon glanced at Ghost who was resting by the fireplace while busying himself with a large bone that he had swiped from the bear that Rhaegal and Viserion had left behind and forgot.

Ser Brynden cleared his throat before he spoke again. "Your grace, the men are here as you requested." Jon could see that the older man didn't seemed to like the idea that Jon wanted to talk with the five men that had delivered them the town, here in the solar where there were only two guards outside and one direwolf keeping Jon save.

It seemed that Ser Brynden had taken Jon´s safety as seriously as Sansa´s and Rickon´s. But Jon had a feeling that Sansa had a hand in that somehow.

"Thank you, Ser Brynden, I will talk to them now." Jon took a sip of his wine that Satin had left on the table, and he couldn't help but grimace at the taste, it seemed that he had stopped liking the sweet taste of summer wine after his time on the Wall, he remembered quite liking the summer wine before he had left for the wall, but now he had grown to dislike it.

He put the cup back on the table with a frown, as Ser Brynden stood up. "Your grace." The older man began. "If it is all right with you, I would like to stay and make sure that they don't try anything, just to be save."

Jon had to stifle a smile as he nodded in silence, before he spoke. "Of course." Jon watched the man turn and as he reached the door, Jon spoke again. "You know, Ser Brynden if you aren't careful, I may have to ask you to join the King´s guard that Sansa has been asking me to form."

The older man stared at Jon with his blue eyes wide as plates. "I would be honored to join your King´s guard, if you offered me a place."

Jon couldn't help but to be surprised at the man´s words, he had intended it to be a joke, but then again, Jon was famously bad at making jokes, and he should have learned by now that he should never ever make them.

"You would be willing to join the King´s guard?" Jon asked surprised, he hadn't expected that answer from the older man, then again, the Blackfish had famously fallen out with his brother when Hoster Tully had tried to get the man to marry and settle down.

"Yes, of course." Ser Brynden stated as a matter of fact. "I would consider it an honor to bare the white cloak and defend your life with my own." With that Ser Brynden nodded at Jon and left the room to get the guards who had saved the people of Barrowton.

Jon rubbed his chin in thought as the man left, Brynden Tully would be the ideal King´s guard for Jon, as he was tied to him by Jon´s marriage to Sansa, and the fact that Ser Brynden gave good council and he was still a fierce warrior and a great commander.

Ser Brynden was already doing all the duties of a lord commander of a King´s guard, and it was considered a great honor to take the white cloak and defend the King.

Ser Brynden had also quite often made it clear that he didn't want a wife nor children or lands to rule, so he was ready to give that kind of a future up. In fact, Jon couldn't think of one reason to not offer the man that position, if they managed to save Edmure Tully, that is.

If Edmure Tully died, and Ser Brynden took the white cloak, that would mean that the Tully name would die out, and Jon had to admit, that wasn't something he wanted to see.

But there were rumors that Edmure had fathered a child on his Frey bride on their wedding night, but Jon had no idea if it was true or not and not just some ploy from the Freys and the Lannisters.

As Jon pondered on the benefits on asking the Blackfish to join his King´s guard, there was a knock on the door, which made Jon call out that they could come in.

Ser Brynden walked in first and after him came the five men who had delivered the castle and the town to him, so that battle could be avoided.

"Thank you all for coming." Jon said, as the men gave awkward bows and nervously called him your grace.

They looked nervously between him and the giant white direwolf, who was still gnawing at the big bone by the fireplace, but Ghost kept his blood red eyes firmly on the five men he wasn't familiar with.

"First of all, I would like to thank you all for your bravery and courage in defending your home and your people," These words made all the men look at Jon like he had grown talons and horns from his head. It must have been strange for them to hear this from the new Targaryen King, as lords and Kings didn't often take time out of their lives to talk to common guards, but Jon felt that thanking them for their bravery was necessary.

"But I would like to ask you, what is it that made you decide on taking the castle and surrender it?" It had been burning on his mind ever since it had happened, while he was sure that Rhaegal and Viserion played a large part in their decision to surrender the castle, he also knew that three of the men had been a part of the delegation that lady Dustin had taken with her to meet Jon and the lords, and they must have heard what the woman said, about letting the town burn.

The man all looked at one another, before the one that had burn scars on his face cleared his throat. "Your grace, I was at the meeting where lady Dustin promised to let the town burn so that you couldn't have it," His good eye glanced at Ghost for a moment before he continued. "my father was also one of the men lady Dustin sent south with King Robb, and the last I heard of him, he was on his way from Riverrun to the Twins where lord Tully would get married."

Jon frowned at this news; how did the man know where his father was located when he himself was here in Barrowton?

When Jon asked his that, the man turned a little embarrassed and he glanced at his feet like he had done something wrong. "My father taught me how to read and write, so we could exchange letters, your grace."

This made both Jon and Ser Brynden raise their eyebrows in surprise, that wasn't a common skill, much less a skill that one associated with a guard from a small town in the North, hells, even some noble men couldn't read and write and had to rely on the maesters to do it for them.

"You can read?" Asked Ser Brynden completely flabbergasted. As the man nodded to confirm his words, Jon got an idea.

"What is your name?" Jon asked the man and the injured guard turned his good eye to Jon.

"Rodrik of Barrowton." As Rodrik spoke his name, Jon couldn't help but to feel nostalgic, as the late master of arms of Winterfell, who had taught Jon how to wield a weapon had the same name as one of the men who had helped save so many people.

"Well, Rodrik I have a proposition for you, if you are interested." Jon laced his fingers together and rested his hands on the desk. "I want you to enter into my employ and teach those who are willing to learn how to read and write."

Every man in the room was staring at him with surprise, and Jon was sure that Rodrik´s jaw wouldn't be coming up from the floor for some time.

Before anyone could say anything, Jon continued. "It is a very valuable skill that you have, and I would like more of the common people to know how to read and write, you will of course be paid handsomely if you agree to teach some of the people of Barrowton the basics of reading and writing."

Jon could see the glints of tears in his good eye as Rodrik hurriedly accepted Jon´s offer. After talking to the men for some time longer and promising to talk with Rodrik in the morning more about their deal and hammer out the details, the five men left Ser Brynden, Jon and Ghost alone in the solar.

"That was a good thing you did, your grace." It didn't take a genius to figure out that Ser Brynden was talking about the fact that Jon had offered the man respectable work when it was very likely that the man could never again be able to doing anything that required a lot of heavy lifting, after all the injury that he had sustained. "But may I ask why?"

Jon smiled sadly. "There are so many of the small folk that are intelligent and capable, but they will never get the opportunity to advance because they don't get the chances we get, all because they weren't born to riches or privilege."

Jon had learned that lesson well when he had served on the Wall. Most of the men who served with him, had been of smallfolk stock, and most of them were quite intelligent and all they needed was an education that they couldn't get because they were poor.

"Well if there is anyone who can make the lives of the small folk easier, it is you, your grace." Ser Brynden said with a grin.

Jon looked at the man in surprise. "You think that I can succeed where Aegon the fifth failed?" Aegon´s rule had been marred by the fact that the lords had been fearful and angry that their powers over the small folk were diminishing.

Ser Brynden grinned as he placed his cup to his lips. "Aegon the fifth didn't have dragons." He said and took a swing of the sweet summer wine.

GENDRY

As the ship made dock, he had to admit that it took some time for him to get his bearings, but he was walking up to the small inn by the docks as soon as he got used to walking on land again. He had only been on the ship for three days, but he had found that he did not have a love of the sea.

But the smell of the sea was much better than the smell of burning corpses and the smoke that still after all this time, lingered over the capitol after the Great Sept had blown up in green flames.

He sighed as he adjusted the sack he had swung over his shoulder and gripped the large Warhammer tighter and started on his way through a large number of Northern sailors and soldiers that littered the stone docks of Dragonstone.

When he had first heard the news, he had hardly believed it, but when he had found out that Ser Davos had come to Dragonstone to take the island in the name of his new King, Jon of house Targaryen, Gendry knew that he had to come.

It wasn't because he was a Targaryen loyalist or was hoping to become the new lord Baratheon, what he really wanted to get out of the capitol and away from the Lannisters. Gendry, like the other inhabitances of King´s Landing, had heard the rumors that war would be soon coming from both the south and the north, and he didn't want to be drafted into the Lannister army or anything of that nature.

He also knew that it was only a matter of time before he would be discovered and he was sure that the Lannisters would come after him, and it seemed safer on Dragonstone now that his uncle Stannis was gone.

He also felt that he owed Ser Davos a dept for having saved his life, the man had risked his life to save Gendry and he had gone against the man who he had declared as his King to do so.

He let out a sigh and walked into the inn that was filled with patrons, and he could see that most of them spoke with the same accent that Arya did, clearly marking them as Northerners.

As he thought about the fierce wolf of Winterfell, he couldn't help but to blush a little. He could feel his heart skip a beat as it always did when he thought about her, over the course of their journey he had grown to admire her and then it had transformed into affection.

He could feel the familiar sense of regret as he thought of the last time they had seen each other, she hadn't trusted the red woman, and he had thought that it was because Stannis´s red woman had been beautiful, but know he knew that Arya had seen something that Gendry hadn't.

And he had almost paid for his stupidity with his life.

He just hoped that if he ever met her again that she wouldn't hate him and that he could tell her that he was sorry for not listening to her.

He walked over to one of the tables that was thankfully empty, and he took a seat and gave the servant girl his order. He could hear a lot of chatter all around him, there were a lot of Northern sailors and soldiers, as well as some men in Targaryen colored, northern armor, that clearly had the Dragonstone accent.

Gendry had heard it often enough on the street of steel and Fleabottom to recognize it when he had heard it. The smith could see that the northern men were all eagerly listening to the men in the armor that was color of the Targaryen house.

"Is it true then?" One of the northern sailors asked one of the men dressed in Targaryen colors. "Did the King really die and come back with dragons?"

This made Gendry involuntary turn his head to look at the men in shock. Gendry knew only a few things about the King to the north, but he didn't know which ones were true or Lannister lies.

They said that he had been killed by the men of the watch and then he had risen up from the dead from a great fire and with many dragons, who he had ordered to burn the men who had killed him. They had also said that he was the bastard of the traitor Ned Stark and he would soon come to the capitol to murder everyone in the capitol to avenge his father.

Well that was one rumor that was going around the streets of King´s Landing, but it changed every time it was told.

Some were horrible like this one, saying that the man, Jon Snow would come to the capitol with fire and blood, and then there were others saying that he was the trueborn son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark and that he would be coming to right the wrongs that the Lannisters had done.

Arya had told Gendry a little about Jon Snow or Jon Targaryen as he was now often called, she had told him that Jon was her favorite brother, and that he had always had time for her for whatever she needed, and that he had been the one to give her the sword, Needle.

From the way Arya had spoken about the man who everyone was saying was the new Targaryen King, he had a hard time believing that he was coming to the capitol with the intention to burn it down in a fit of rage.

Arya had always said that this Jon was a kind man who was very intelligent, and burning down cities in a fit of rage, wasn't something smart and kind men normally did, or so Gendry believed. He also had a hard time anyone who Arya admired so much, was a deranged killer.

Gendry was brought out of his thoughts by the other man as he gave a cheerful laugh at the sailor's question. "Of course, he did, I saw him myself when he stepped out of the funeral pyre with his dragons."

The man now had the attention of the entre inn. The servant girl came over with Gendry´s drink and meal and placed it in front of him, and he handed her the coppers without taking his eyes from the men.

As the girl walked past the man, she spoke. "Oh, come of it Martyn." Her voice was light and playful. "You have told this story every night since you came back, everyone is sick of it."

The northern sailor looked at the girl. "I haven't heard it, my ship just docked today." The northerner said with a pitiful look. "I haven't heard the story from someone who was there at the time."

One of the sailor's friends nodded furiously. "Aye, all we have heard are rumors and we would like to hear the truth, King Jon is a right proper hero he is."

Wait, why was the new King a hero to the Northerners? Gendry wanted to ask, but the man from Dragonstone, or Martyn as the girl had called him, spoke up again with a large smile on his face.

"I shall of course tell you everything I know." Martyn spoke and gestured so grandly that Gendry though it more fitting for a bard or a singer than a guard. "I was there that day when lady Sansa arrived at the Wall and the King had just been killed. I had just returned after Stannis had been defeated at Winterfell, and the courtyard was filled with the faithful black brothers and the freefolk who had come to help them defend the fallen lord commander."

Now everyone had turned to the guard as he spoke, even the servant girl had started to listen, as did the busy innkeeper, it seemed that no matter how many times the story was told, the people didn't get tired of it, no matter what the servant girl said.

"The black brothers have the tradition of burning the dead, so they build a great pyre for their fallen lord commander so that he could be sent off with the honor that he deserved." He paused for a moment and looked over the crowed inn before he continued.

"Then they put his body on the pyre with four colorful stones that his steward brought out and after paying their respects they lit the pyre." Gendry was enraptured in the story, and he could see why the others still stopped and listened to it.

"We had been standing there for a few moments, and I can still hear lady Sansa´s mournful sobs as she was saying goodbye to the last family that she thought was alive. But then we could see it." The guard in the Targaryen colors took a deep breath and then he continued.

"We all saw the King step out of the flames with four dragons and lady Sansa ran to him and embraced him, and we all knew that we had witnessed the rebirth of the prince that was promised." Martyn finished just as grandly as he started, but Gendry had heard that before.

The red woman had kept on saying that his uncle Stannis was the prince that was promised, but now it was thought that Arya´s brother, no cousin, was that prince?

Not one of the rumors that he had heard in the capitol mention the red woman being at the new King´s side, which Gendry thought was strange. If she really was with Arya´s bro…cousin, then wouldn't everyone be talking about it?

"Prince that was promised?" One of the northerners said in disbelieving tone. "What foreign nonsense is that?"

"It´s not nonsense, and it is not foreign." Stated the man who had told the tale of the resurrection of Jon Targaryen. "It is an old prophesy that has been circulation around for a long time here in Westeros, or so I gather, and King Jon is that promised prince."

The Northerner stared at the man for a moment before he spoke. "Well I think that we can agree on one thing and that is that King Jon is a bloody hero." The Northerner´s friends called out their agreements.

The curiosity was now so great that Gendry couldn't hold it back. "And why is he a hero, if I may ask?" Everyone turned to him as he waited for an answer to his question.

"You haven't heard?" Asked Martyn from Dragonstone in the Targaryen colors that had told the story. Gendry shook his head, confirming the other man´s words.

At seeing that Gendry didn't know, an exited glint appeared in his eyes. "Well let me tell you everything I have heard."

The man grabbed a mug of ale and took a swing and cleared his throat. "I have heard from many people," He gestured to the Northerners. "Including these good men that have just come from White Harbor."

Gendry glanced at the Northerners as the man gestured to them and waited for the man clad in Targaryen colors to continue.

"We have heard that King Jon and his new dragons have taken back the castle of the Starks, Winterfell and saved the young lord Rickon Stark." This made Gendry frown, he had thought that Rickon Stark had died by Theon Greyjoy´s hand, or so he had heard on the road, traveling with Hot Pie and Arya.

"But I thought that he had died along with his brother Brandon Stark, when Theon Greyjoy sacked Winterfell." Gendry hoped that Rickon and Brandon Stark were alive, it would make Arya so happy to know that her brothers were at Winterfell, save and sound.

"Well I don't know how, but apparently they somehow managed to fake their deaths and escape the iron born, but then for some reason Ramsay Snow managed to get his hands on little Rickon and while the bastard of Bolton tried to kill him, King Jon´s larger dragons arrived, while the King grabbed his cousin and swiftly mounted the largest of the dragons, Rhaegal the Emerald fury of the North and flew away with the boy to safety." As the man talked for a longer time, Gendry´s eyebrows rose higher on his face.

King Jon had dragons big enough to ride? But he thought that he had only just gotten his dragons. if Arya´s cousin had dragons before, it would have been hard to hide them as they were so big, right?

But the Targaryen man wasn't done. "And his cousin the beautiful lady Sansa was so grateful for his heroic actions, offered her hand in marriage to the Dragon King." He announced grandly and Gendry could see that the young waitress was smiling dreamily at his words.

He could see the Northerners lift their cups and mugs. "A toast to the King and Queen, the liberators of the North." The inn was filled with cheers as the sailors and soldiers toasted and took swings of their drinks.

The toasts were followed by even more toasts, not only to the King and his Queen, but also to Rickon Stark, the new lord of Winterfell, and to the King´s dragons who had saved the boy at the King´s behest.

Gendry frowned and hurriedly ate his meal, he had to talk to Ser Davos. After finishing his meal, he looked around the inn and he could see that the guard in the Targaryen colored leather armor that had told them the tale of King Jon was still there talking to his friends, and Gendry resolved to talk to him.

"Excuse me," Gendry interrupted their conversation again. "I was wondering if there is some way for me to talk with Ser Davos?"

"Why do you want to talk to him?" Gendry could see suspicion in the man´s eyes as he eyed Gendry enormous Warhammer.

Gendry knew he had to put the men at ease in a hurry so that he didn't end up in the dungeons on suspicion of trying to hurt Ser Davos, who was holding the Island in his King´s name. "Ser Davos saved my life, and I was hoping to offer my aid, such as it is, to help pay him back for his kindness."

This seemed to put the man somewhat at ease. "Well I am sure that you understand I cannot just let you up to the castle, but if you can give me your name, I will be sure to tell Ser Davos of your arrival here at Dragonstone."

The man stood up and handed the servant girl a few coppers, before he turned back to Gendry who cleared his throat. "My name is Gendry Waters, you can also tell him that I have stopped rowing," The man gave him a funny look at his last words. "He will know what it means."

TYRION

He hurried through the halls of the Great pyramid; he really didn't want to be late for the meeting. The Queen of Meereen would be meeting with Asha and Theon Greyjoy, who had arrived in the city just after dawn and most likely wanted to make an alliance with the Dragon Queen.

Tyrion had snorted at the very thought that Asha and Theon Greyjoy had come here to seek out the Dragon Queen. The last he had heard, the iron born had invaded the North, when the fighting men of the Northern most Kingdom of Westeros had been away fighting in the Riverlands, and then many of them had retreated almost immediately, to carry of their stolen goods to their barren home land, while some stayed and ravaged the country and killed it´s people.

Tyrion had also heard that Theon Greyjoy had been killed by some Northerners after the sack of Winterfell, and that Asha Greyjoy was trying to become the Queen of the Iron islands.

He knew that the girl wouldn't find much room to become a Queen if Daenerys decided to go to Westeros, he doubted that Daenerys would suffer another Queen, when she aimed to become the ruler of the seven kingdoms.

He could feel the pyramid shudder, making him stumble and be pulled out of his thoughts, as the black dragon took off with a roar from his nest that he had made on top of the pyramid.

The black dragon had been making it hard for the people in the pyramid to get any sleep ever since he had arrived back in the city, then again, Tyrion doubted that many inhabitances of Meereen had much sleep ever since Drogon came back.

Tyrion sighed as he neared the doors of the great hall, ever since Daenerys had returned to Meereen, she was growing more sure of her right to rule over the seven kingdoms, even though she had never once stepped foot on the land and didn't seem all that interested in actual governance.

Every time he tried to tell her about the state of commers in the city or when he tried to get her more involved in the actual ruling, she waved her dainty little hand and declared that she had the utter most confidence that he would see to that the people of Meereen wanted for nothing.

She was now breathing down her councilor's necks to make sure that Tyrion and her other councilors were making the preparations for their march to Yunkai and Astapor.

Tyrion agreed that the masters who had untied against her had to answer for breaking the truce that they had themselves agreed too, but he had a feeling that Daenerys would go extremely overboard, like she had been doing before she had when the sons of the Harpy had been harassing and murdering the freed people of Meereen.

He sighed and entered the throne room, where hopefully the Queen wasn't yet. To his happiness, only Daario Naharis and Greyworm where in the throne room of the great pyramid.

The commander of the second sons was lounging lazily at the steps to the throne and the commander of the Unsullied as standing at attention by the throne.

If there was a person that irritated Tyrion, it was Daario Naharis, the man strutted around the pyramid believing that he was somehow important because he was sleeping with the Queen. But all Daario was doing was making managing Meereen so much harder by whispering in Daenerys´s ear.

The commander of the second sons was doing his best to make sure that the Queen was going to decimate the cities of Yunkai and Astapor and ignore everything else, not that she needed much help with that.

She seemed determined to make the masters of the two cities pay for the treachery's that Tyrion was sure that she wouldn't care who got in her way to do it.

As the mercenary opened his mouth to speak as Tyrion walked closer, the man was interrupted by the Queen of Meereen and the lord commander of the Queen´s guard and her adviser, Missandei, which made the man stand up and bow deeply to the Queen.

The Dragon Queen was a vision in light blue and silver dress with her crown on her head, that had the likeness of the three dragons that she had hatched in the red waste, or so he was told. The only flaw that Tyrion could see with her appearance was the fact that her eyes were slightly red, as if she had trouble sleeping the night before.

Daenerys glided over to the throne and took a seat and gestured for Daario to speak. "Tell me, are we ready to go to war?"

The tall man smirked. "Yes, my Queen, the Unsullied shall stay here in Meereen under the control of Greyworm, while the second sons will go with the Dothraki to Yunkai with you, my Queen."

"Good, and what about the ships?" The Silver Queen asked and looked at the blue bearded man in front of her. Tyrion noticed the Queen of Meereen winch slightly as she discreetly rubbed her temple.

He had been noticing that Daenerys had been suffering from headaches ever since she returned to the city, but she never sought any help, and only used sweet wine to dull the ache in her head. He had to admit that he was getting very concerned as the pain seemed to make her angrier than she had been before.

Naharis looked uncomfortable for a moment. "I regret to inform you my Queen that Lannister was right, we only have one fourth of the fleet of the Slavers, but we can use those ships to make sure that the slavers cannot escape by sea."

The Queen nodded and turned to Tyrion. "Is there any news that I should know before we talk to the Greyjoy siblings?"

Tyrion nodded to the silver haired woman on the throne. There was a lot he wanted her to know but he knew that she wouldn't be interested as she had made abundantly clear, but there was something that she needed to know that he had just heard about before he arrived in the throne room.

"Yes, your grace. I just found out that all the red priests and priestesses have retreated into the temple of R'hollor, and priestess Kinvara has left the city." This news made the Queen frown.

"Do you know why?" She asked him, and all the inhabitances of the room had turned to look at the small man with disbelieve in their eyes.

Tyrion had been very surprised to find out that the red priestess had left the city, especially when she had stated that she believed that Daenerys was the fabled prince that was promised.

This news made the people of the room look as troubled as he had felt when he had heard the news. But no one was particularly concerned by the priestess´s disappearance, as they had more important matters at hand.

"We will deal with it when we have dealt with Yunkai and Astapor, but for now it doesn't matter." She crossed her legs and called for the Greyjoy siblings to enter.

He had never seen Asha Greyjoy before, she was a lean woman with long legs and short dark hair, and a large hawk like nose, and she strutted forward like she owned the place.

Her brother however was nothing like Tyrion remembered him to be, it seemed that the years hadn't been kind to him, as his once dark hair had now turned grey and his once daring eyes were filled with fear and they were darting all around the room as if he was looking for an escape, as he walked over to them with a limp.

When the Greyjoy girl approached the steps to the throne, she didn't kneel or bow in respect to Daenerys and rather stood like she was the silver haired woman´s equal, and Tyrion could see that it irritated the Queen of Meereen.

After a moment´s silence, the Queen´s adviser, Missandei stepped forward. "You have the honor to stand in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn, of house Targaryen. Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First men, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, Queen of Meereen and the ruler of the bay of Drogon, Khaleesi of the Great grass sea, The unburnt, the breaker of chains and the mother of dragons."

By the end of the introduction of Queen Daenerys, Tyrion could see that young Asha Greyjoy was raising an eyebrow. It seemed that she wasn't impressed with all those titles.

Silence filled the hall before the lady of the Iron islands shot her brother a look. Theon Greyjoy looked at his sister with fear in his eyes and then he glanced at the woman on the throne. "May I present my sister, Asha of house Greyjoy, the Queen of the Iron islands and…" He glanced back at his sister and she gave him a lot to go on. "…and the Queen of the North."

The last thing he said made Tyrion´s eyebrows disappear into his hair.

"The last time I heard, the north belongs to the Iron throne." The Queen of Meereen said and there was an edge to her tone.

"It did," Asha Greyjoy said with a smirk. "Until I conquered it."

"And were chased from it." Tyrion piped up and he could see irritation in Asha´s eyes, much to his happiness. He had disliked the Ironborn since he had seen the Lannister fleet burn at Lannisport, as they had been attacked unprovoked by Balon Greyjoy´s brothers, Euron and Victarion.

Theon Greyjoy had turned back to look at his toes and seemed to try to make himself look as small as he possibly could, while his sister did no such thing and stood even taller. "My people conquered it, so now it belongs to me as I am the Queen of my people."

Tyrion had to fight off a smile, he had a suspicion about why she was insisting that the North belonged to her, but he would wait until he could confirm his suspicions.

"Then why is such a successful conqueror here in Meereen," Daario Naharis spoke up with a smirk. "begging the Dragon Queen to help her."

The anger in Asha Greyjoy made her green eyes burn as she stared at the commander of the second sons. "We are not here to beg for help, but to negotiate a deal with Queen Daenerys."

"And what deal is that?" The silver Queen asked with anger in her tone.

"I have heard that you need ships to transport your armies to Westeros, and we have ships and we are willing to help you." There was a glint of self-satisfaction in her eyes.

"I suspect that your fleet is not going to come cheaply." Tyrion said as he crossed his arms, he had to admit that he didn't want the Dragon Queen to go to Westeros, but even if she had the iron fleet Tyrion doubted that Daenerys would go until the two runaway dragons would return to her or she could find them and bring them back to her.

"And what do you want in return for returning the rightful Queen of the seven kingdoms back to her throne?" Asked the Queen of Meereen as she straightened in her throne, as her lips formed a thin line in her anger.

"I want to be acknowledged as the Queen of the Iron Islands and the North." Asha Greyjoy folded her arms and set her chin stubbornly.

It was then when Tyrion was sure why the girl had insisted on having conquered the North, it gave her something to give up in negotiations so that she could keep the iron islands and the title of Queen, well in her mind it probably did.

Tyrion looked at the silver Queen, and he could see her nostrils flare. "No."

The anger in her violet eyes was frightening, as she tended to take drastic measures when angered beyond reason.

Asha stared at the other woman as her brother just kept staring at his feet. "No?"

"The North is mine, the iron islands are mine," She grasped the armrests with her tiny hands. "The Iron throne is mine, and I will take back what is mine with fire and blood and those who stand in my way will pay with their lives."

Tyrion wasn't surprised by the Dragon Queen´s response to Asha Greyjoy´s proposition, he had known that Daenerys would never share the title of Queen with anyone.

The only living child of Aerys Targaryen stood up from her throne and slowly walked over to the self-styled Queen of the Iron islands and the North. "I will return to Westeros and reclaim my birthright, and I will remember the lords and ladies who helped me to reclaim my throne, and those who did not and tried to stand in my way and reach above their station." The room was filled with tension as the Dragon Queen walked closer to Asha Greyjoy.

Daenerys stopped by the other woman and looked right up to her face, even though the Dragon Queen was not as tall as Asha Greyjoy, Tyrion could see that the taller woman was unnerved and intimidated by the silver heard woman. Or maybe by the large black dragon that was flying over the city and roaring in anger as he had been doing since his return to the city.

Asha Greyjoy opened her mouth to say something, but she closed it when Daenerys continued. "So, you can either support me and become the ruling lady of the iron islands, or you can continue to defy me and burn like all the others who have."