"Well would you look at that. Looks like your daughter is making a name for herself, Dasina."
A woman with hair as black as the night and eyes as green as grass stared into the silver plated full body length magical mirror before her, tears flowing freely down her face as she watched the young woman that was her little Ranta direct people of all status's in every direction to work on the reconstruction of a now freed Astapor. Her little girl was so beautiful now that she was grown up.
The hair that many found strange but she found beautiful fell in blue waves down her back, eyes that resembled the sky shone with such intelligence for what she was doing and the tenderness of her voice the young woman used when addressing her people reassured that she was genuine with her subjects- new and old.
"So it seems." she whispered to the man who had called out to her before regretfully waving a hand over the air space in front of the mirror and dismissing the image, returning the mirror's reflection to its original form. Wiping her tears away, Dasina too a deep breath in and slowly exhaled to calm herself. Composed, she turned around peering up into eyes that were identical to her own.
"What's the news in Kings landing, dear brother?" Dasina inquired. " Well with Robert Baratheon dead and that brother fucking Cersei Lannister having Joffrey on the throne-that vile disgusting piece of incest- whose only a few more executions away from being dead himself...I'd say we're doing rather well, fair sister." the man replied with ease, smirking as he watched Dasina raise her brows at the colorful language used.
"Anything else you want to get off your chest about the Lannisters, Colren?" the ravenette asked of her twin as she stepped away from the burly man and sat down on the couch stationed in her room in front of the fire place. "We'd both be deaf and dumb with age by the time I finished with my opinions of the Lannisters." Colren chuckled as he followed after and plopped down on the cushioned couch as well with a big sigh.
"I have our men searching the lands in Winterfell, Dorne, The Reach and The Eyrie alike - rallying what's left of our family and those who are loyal to us." he reported, " We've received ravens from only Dorne and the Reach, confirming of Naylor presence and allegiances in place. We're only waiting to hear from Winterfell and Eyrie now."
"What of those who fled overseas?" Dasina asked without taking her eyes off of the roaring fire. "Those in Volantis have received word of the rise of your daughter and my niece. Priests and Priestesses will be released out into the world to tell of her rising, but not now. Apparently it is not time yet, they say to allow the common people to spread the whispers of the Storm Queen. Though mind you, the leaders of the city are not happy that she is on a slavery abolishing streak." he warned her meaningfully.
"They will not do anything to her" The elder sibling narrowed her eyes on the fire briefly before meeting her brother's gaze, "They would not dare harm her nor any of us for that matter. The gods gave us our gifts, the priests and priestesses have to pray for theirs. They would do well to remember that if they want their city to remain standing." the ravenette muttered lowly before returning her gaze to the fire.
"What of the others in Essos?" Dasina folded one leg over the other casually. " Those in the free cities are also well aware of your little queen's presence, have they made contact with her? That I do not know." her brother admitted as he drummed his fingers on the back on the couch. "Where are our allies that fled to the slave cities?" the woman asked after a moment of thought.
"Which ones?"
"The Greengoods."
"They are in Astapor."
Dasina blinked and looked back at her younger sibling by merely seconds, "Excuse me?". Colren nodded with a knowing look, "They had been hiding deep in Wolfswood. A barrier and ward is supposed to keep people away but something still chased them out...either that or they have chosen to reveal themselves to Ranta." the man finished with a careless shrug.
"And how did you come by this information?" she asked, subconsciously scratching the skin away from her thumb in a fit of an unhealthy habit. Colren pointed to the mirror they had been looking in previously and remained silent, "See for yourself if you do not believe me, but the Greengoods have left Westeros one way or another to unite with Ranta. There be no denying that."
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So far everything had been going by rather well thankfully for Ranta. People had their designated assignments and the city was under going its new transformation. Yunkai was much bigger than Astapor, there had been a lot more that needed to be done but as long as it got done Ranta did not care how long it would take.
During one of the rare moments where she was able to escape from suffocating presences' of her officers and advisors, Ranta took the time to stroll through the city to see how everything was coming along and help wherever she could. In the streets, children were able to run around and play freely as long as they remained remotely close to their mothers who bartered with merchants at stalls.
As a matter of fact, it was while the blue queen had been helping to move large and heavy potted plants to new designated resting areas that a little child did manage to wander away from his mother and ended up running into her legs as he ran away from his siblings he had been playing with.
At the abrupt force knocking into the back of her knees, Ranta very well nearly dropped the large clay pot holding the vegetation in her hands. Stumbling forward a few steps, the fragile cargo in her hands fumbled in her grasp a bit before she was able to regain control of it and turned to see who exactly bumped into her.
A young dark blonde haired boy who could only be a few years older than five dressed in commoner clothes had landed on his bottom from the force of the hit recoil and was looking up at her with confused wide grey eyes. "Rendal!" a young feminine voice suddenly called, followed by the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps. Out of the crowd came two more children that were significantly older than the boy dubbed Rendal.
The first had been a girl around the age of twelve with similar dark blonde hair and grey eyes, but the second had been a boy about the same age as her but this time had dark brown hair and grey eyes- fraternal twins one could assume. Taking in the sight of the blonde boy on the ground and the noble lady standing over him, the girl blushed horribly before she and her brother bowed in synch to Ranta.
"Please forgive us, your grace, my brother didn't mean it! We were playing and he merely got away from us, I swear to you that it will never happen again. We'll keep a better eye on him!" during her exclamation, the boy who had fallen picked himself up and made his way over to the group he had originally ran from. Embarrassment was visible on his pale face for Ranta to see before he was suddenly forced into a bow by the combined efforts of the elder arrivals.
The Naylor's brow rose incredulously, they were rather panicked for a simple accident. Placing the plant on the ground, Ranta stood to her original height and turned back to the group of kids. " There's nothing to forgive, it was just an accident." at the sound of her reassurance the trio looked up with relieved looks to their eye.
"Shall we go find your mother now?" Ranta asked as she folded her hands in front of her before signaling the small group with her head to lead the way back to their family. The bodies they had to squeeze past to maneuver through the crowded street had not been a challenge Ranta had to face seeing as the people automatically parted and bowed to their new queen when she neared.
"Rendal, Shale, Selira?!" Ranta was able to hear a slightly frantic woman call out into the crowd as she no doubt searched for her missing children. "Mother!" the small group called back a split second before they suddenly broke out into a run when they must have spotted their mother. Calmly walking after the trio who had sprinted away, Ranta came before the sight to see a brunette woman kneeling down on one knee as she hugged all three of her children - goods bartered from the merchant set aside beside her.
Two bearded brunettes with strong builds and swords at their hips stood slightly behind her, both looking relieved as well. But after a closer look, Ranta realized that neither could be the father of the youngsters. Both were too young despite the walking stick the older of the duo carried to lean heavily on to remain upright.
The older male brunette also had his arm bound in a sling, causing Ranta to internally wonder what kind of fight had he gotten into to sustain such injuries when his other half was clear of any injuries besides a visible scar on his cheek. "There you three are, just about scared me to death. Where were you?" the mother pulled away and looked at them sternly.
"With me, I'm afraid." Ranta answered before they could, effectively gaining the family's attention. The two brunette men straightened in respect before bowing their heads as their mother quickly scrambled back to her feet to give her own form of respectable greeting. " Your youngest here," Ranta stepped forward to run her fingers through the silky dark blonde strands of the boy, "nearly cost the city a potted plant when he ran into my legs. The other two came to his rescue soon after. No harm was done." Ranta smiled carefree at the mother who visibly paled at the thought of what had occurred.
"Is all well besides the mild panic attack you had moments ago?" the blue haired woman asked with a hint of laughter in her voice, casting her eyes upon each member of the family of six. "Yes, my queen, all is well now." the mother assured hurriedly. Ranta nodded at this, "You all are well stocked with food, medicine, clothing and what ever else needed in your house hold?" she asked next, glancing to the supplies that had been recently bought.
"'Yes, your grace."
"Do you have spare coin left?"
At this the leader of the family faltered at the inquiry. "S-spare coin?" the elder woman echoed a bit confused. "Aye, spare coin." Ranta nodded, confirming that she did not stumble in her sentence. "I-I-" the mother stumbled, "Depends on how much spare coin you are talking about." the second eldest boy of the group saved his mother in a deep voice.
"Enough where she can go buy toys for the young ones or to gather more supplies in the following weeks to come without having to work through the night to make goods to trade." the young queen amended, casting her gaze onto the man. "Yes. There's enough coin for that, your grace." now the oldest man spoke in a much gentler voice than his brother.
However at the look the younger of the two men gave her, Ranta knew better. "What are your names?" she asked of the family before her. Blinking aback at the abrupt question, the mother cleared her throat and began. "We are the Greengoods. I am Melarie Greengood, and these are my eldest boys - Kiran," she pointed to the crippled man, " and Cerran." she pointed to his gruff younger brother before moving onto the younger trio.
" This is my daughter Selira, her fraternal brother Shale and then finally Rendal." Melarie finished with a motion of her head towards the youngest of five. Ranta took a moment to memorize the imagine of the family and then peeled back her cloak to reveal she was wearing a pure white dress with a matching purse that hung from her waist on a tan belt.
"It is very good to meet you all, any suggestions for the renovations to the city?" the blue eyed woman asked though she held out a hand expectantly much to the confusion to the whole family except Cerran. Unclipping his mother's own purse that was relatively light from her waist, he handed it over to his queen for her to fill with her own coin.
A gasp escaped past Melarie's lips at the sight, "No, no, no! That's quite alright, your grace, you don't-" "I asked for suggestions on the city not protests." Ranta said as she filled the purse to a respectable amount and handed it back to Cerran knowing he would actually take it. "Where is your family?" Rendal suddenly asked, causing Ranta to freeze at the question.
"Rendal!" Shale hissed under his breath. "What? Queens have family too." the little blonde said unknowing of the waters he was carelessly treading. " You don't just go around asking about others' families. Some don't have them anymore." the third eldest boy of the family scolded sternly. "Your brother's right." Ranta spoke softly, "Some people don't have their families anymore, and some don't even know them." she shook her head.
"So what about your family?" Rendal asked again, his little mind unable to pick up that she had already partially answered him. "Which one?" Ranta answered over the hisses from Selira and Shale to quiet their brother. Rendal looked at the blue haired woman curiously, "What do you mean which one? You only have one family." he pointed out.
A bitter smile graced Ranta's lips, " I guess I'm just special then because I was lucky enough to get another family. The family related to me by blood abandoned me when I was young, my own mother threw me into the arms of a family friend and ran away with the rest of my family. I never heard from them since. The family I was thrown into steadily died one by one. To this day there is only one member of that family left and she is now under my protection."
Silence enveloped over the group standing in the street, moods turned somber at this fact being brought to light. "Would you ever want to meet them?" Shale asked hesitantly, "Your blood relations?". Ranta thought over his question carefully, trying hard to ignore how her painfully her heart constricted and how she could feel tears wanting to come to light but didn't.
"Why would I want to meet the family that tossed me away as if I were a burden?" sky blue eyes were distant as they stared at nothing in particular, " Only one of them tried to keep me, and that was my mother, but she didn't fight very hard to bring me with her to wherever she ended up going. None of them even tried to find me after the threat that scared them off was gone for good. I have lived in exile for over fifteen years. Scrambling in the gutters like a sewer rat to find food with the local peasants. Making houses out of rotten wood crates to sleep in at night. Stealing like some common thief when begging wasn't cutting it anymore." Ranta finished bitterly at the memory before releasing a long and heavy sigh.
"All these years and not one single letter. Part of me wants nothing to do with them just like how they wanted nothing to do with me, but another part...another part says otherwise. It sympathizes with them, tells me that there must be some reason as to why no ones tried to contact me yet, some reason as to why I wasn't taken with when they fled Kings Landing. Maybe they're all dead now? Maybe they knew they were bound to die and that's why they left me with someone who they knew would keep me alive? Who knows." the Naylor finished defeated.
Unknowing to Ranta the elder members of the family all exchanged sympathetic and knowing looks with one another at the end of her story. Young Rendal who had started this rather unpleasant conversation finally realized his mistake, feeling incredibly horrible for bringing up family with the pretty blue haired lady. Lunging forward, the boy wrapped his small arms around her waist in a hug, face burying into her stomach where her belly button was.
"It's okay, we don't know where our family is either. We're all that's left too." the five year old comforted the young queen. The abrupt hug snapped Ranta out of her saddened daze and instinctively brought a hand down on the boy's back to return his kind gesture. "We can be lost family buddies." Ranta joked lightly a moment before the young child pulled away with a sad smile.
"Well." Ranta said taking a step backwards, "That just got entirely too personal for my liking considering I only came into the city to help with the redesigning. If you would now excuse me, I'll be on my way. Have a good day and do not be afraid to come to me if there is something you are in need of." the queen dipped her head before taking her leave to return to her duty she had neglected to address the family.
"So are we really going to go about not telling her that our families are allies?" Selira asked, looking up to her mother expectantly. " If this conversation wasn't unpleasant enough then that one surely will be. You go ahead and tell her if you think it's going to go over okay." Cerran grunted, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Enough." Melarie shoved her goods into his arms, "Kiran will tell her soon enough." she declared much to her eldest surprise and amusement of his brother. "HA!" Cerran barked out a loud laugh the same time his brother looked at his mother confused, "I will?" he asked. "Yes. You will." the brunette female confirmed, leading her family back to the home they resided in.
"The queen will be less likely to take any anger out on a cripple, dear brother." Cerran said slyly, earning an annoyed look from his elder sibling. "I don't know why you are finding so much humor in this Cerran because you will be speaking to her as well." Melarie drolled, practically feeling the grin and frowns switch between the two brothers.
"Look who's laughing now, dear brother." Kiran cooed the taunt right back to his sibling. The rough brunette frowned at this news, " Why do I have to talk to her, you already have Cerran doing it." he pointed out. "Because you are going to validate your brother's claim by offering your services to join her Second Sons unit. I don't care when you two do it, but I want it done before the end of the month. Is that understood?" the matriarch asked, partially looking over her shoulder at her eldest.
"Aye, aye. Keep your dress on."
"If that's what you wish, mother."
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"You have guests, your grace. They claim to have met you in the market a few weeks ago."
Ranta opened her resting eyes and seen Ser Jorah standing in the door way of her room. Missandei who had been braiding her hair, paused in her minstrations and awaited to see what the command would be. "Did they say what their names were?" the blue eyed woman asked. "They did not but one has an arm in a sling, walks with a cane, grey eyes and brown hair with an equally brown beard. The other seems to be his brother, has a scar on his cheek" Jorah reported.
"Oh!" the woman exclaimed, " I know them, tell them both that I'll be there in a moment." Ranta bid her friend and advisor. Jorah nodded and bowed respectively before turning to do as requested but was soon stopped by the young woman, "Wait! I changed my mind, I want you to walk me and Missandei down there." Ranta changed her mind.
Jorah looked at her strangely but conformed with a nod of his head as he waited patiently for his queen to be done with getting her hair done. "If I may ask, your grace, who are they?" Missandei asked as she quickly worked on the remaining strands of hair and braiding them back. "The injured one is Kiran, and his brother is Cerran. They are the eldest of the five children their mother, Melarie had. Their younger siblings are Shale, Selira and Rendal. We talked a bit in the market after I gave them some of my coin to last them for a few weeks. Told them that they were free to come to me if they ever needed anything."
"That was very kind of you to do, your grace. Do you know what they could need?" Missandei pulled a hair pin through her hair to uphold the braids and stepped away to signal that she was finished. "No I don't, but I suppose it's time to find out. Shall we?" Ranta stood up and took Ser Jorah's extended arm to allow him to lead her through the great stepped pyramid they had took residence in, after they tore down the giant harpy sitting atop it anyways.
The trio made quick work to make their way through the halls, and finally came into throne room where the two familiar sights of Kiran and Cerran greeted Ranta, the duo being carefully watched by Ser Barristan, Dothraki and Unsullied alike. " Cerran Greengood, Kiran Greengood. It's good to see you again. All is well?" the blue queen smiled.
The two men turned and returned the smile with their own grin and smirk as they bowed in respect, "Good day, my queen. All is well indeed, and yourself?" Kiran asked for the both of them. "I am doing fine, thank you. What can I do for the both of you?" Ranta came to a stop before the brothers. The two brothers hesitated slightly, exchanging a look before Cerran abruptly dropped down onto one knee before her.
"I would like to offer my services to you, if you will have me." Ranta looked down at the man before her in stunned disbelief, "Y-you're services?" she echoed. "Aye, as a soldier amongst your ranks. " the scarred man explained further a moment before his elder brother slowly and painfully lowered himself down onto his good knee, unsuccessfully hiding a few pained grunts.
" And I would like to offer my services as well." Kiran panted through the pain, "Not as a soldier, but as an ally to carry on the tradition our families shared once before." he explained. Ranta blinked twice before looking over to an equally perturbed Jorah, "The Greengood family..." the Mormont spoke, trying to recall all the information he could on the small house. "You reign from the North if I am not mistaken, deep in the iron wood territory with House Forrester. Your allegiance lies with them and in extension House Stark." Jorah recited.
"Aye, our allegiance lies with House Stark," Kiran spoke honestly, "it lies with House Naylor as well. We even had dealings with you and your house once upon a time, Mormont. What's your point? So long as it lies with those who are of true heart and of good intentions, where is the harm of having multiple alliances?"
"And when disagreement flows through the air and both houses find themselves on the edge of war, who will you side with?" the former knight said with narrowed eyes. "Do you see us bowing to a Stark lord?" the able bodied brother replied smartly. "No, but allegiances often shift with ambitions. What is there to gain from swearing fealty now, of all times? Where were you before? Why crawl out of your shadows now?" Jorah asked.
"Why indeed. Why does anyone make pledges? To get ahead of the crowd of course, when the storm hits I rather be on the safe side of it. Tracking down a girl who fled across the world with a Targaryen or two isn't as easy as it sounds, if it was then we would of sworn our allegiance earlier. If we truly meant harm to House Naylor, do you think that we would of granted them refuge during the original scatter?" at this, Ranta's heart skipped a beat.
As if sensing this, Kiran turned to the silent queen with a soft look upon his face. "Ten members of your blood family, and another fifteen of banner men made their way through the North, wandering near our section of Wolfswood. We opened our doors to them and offered them sanctuary for at most a few months before some moved on into the direction of Sea Dragon point and others towards the northern mountains."
"Wolfswood?" Ser Barristan spoke up confused, " Hardly anyone vacates those woods, it is wild and untamed. Filled with nothing but wolves and other creatures of the forest. Any rare hunters, foresters, crofters, or odd vassal house or two you find in the area resides on the edges of the forest." Grunting, Kiran pushed himself back up to his feet with the help of his brother.
"Aye, and we are the reason for that. House Greengood protects the ironwood trees with house Forrester, we can't protect what's not there so we had a priestess from Volantis and Asshai set up a barrier and seal that wards people away decades ago. The only time you'll see a person willingly walking deep into those woods is if the ward is down or if he's suicidal, because if the wolves don't kill him then someone else will to protect what's ours."
"The point still stands." Cerran added in, "That we are at your service. Wither you trust us or not is up to you, but you'll never know unless you give us the chance to prove ourselves...what possible threat could come from us anyways? We told you ourselves that we're all that's left. Kiran here can hardly hold himself up let alone wield a blade or climb up a flight of stairs. Shale and Rendal have never even held a sword before and Selira and mother do not want to. The only real physical threat here is me, and quite frankly I just don't feel like dying yet but I'll let you know when I do."
"..."
"If I may, your grace." Missandei interjected after a moment of silence and effectively putting the attention on her. "I believe that they are telling the truth. I do not believe that a man who would wish ill on you would reveal such valued information, nor do I believe would he so readily throw what was left of his family into servitude knowing that while we may be on a temporary rest and recovery time period now, we will begin back on our way once more when you see fit." she advised.
"See? The hand maiden trusts us..."
"She's a translator."
"Same thing."
Ranta couldn't help the huff of laughter at the small quip the scarred man dished out. "Very well Kiran and Cerran Greengood. I will happily accept you and your family's offer of allegiance as our ancestors have done before but let it be known that while I will do everything in my power to make sure you and your family remain safe, it cannot be guaranteed. I am on a war path."
"We know that, and are fully prepared to accept the worst that shall happen if something should happen to us." Kiran told her understandingly with a nod that Ranta mimicked before extending her forearm out with a welcoming smile, "Welcome to campaign, gentlemen. I'm glad to have you with us." Ranta spoke genuinely. The elder Greengood looked surprised for a brief moment before a smile over took his face as well and carefully grasped her fore arm with his, sealing the deal with a shake before grasping his cane in his free hand once more.
Turning to Kiran, Ranta offered the same gesture of her new soldier. " I wish you the best in the battles to come, I sincerely hope that all that muscle to you is not just for show." the woman joked as the man grabbed her forearm in a strong hand. The grey eyed man smirked and winked, "I can assure you that it's not, you have no need to worry about me your grace."
Peering into grey eyes for a second more, Ranta turned and beckoned Grey Worm over. "This is Grey Worm, captain of the Unsullied, a trusted friend and ally." Ranta introduced the brooding man who nodded in greeting once she was finished. "He will take you to Daario Naharis, captain of the Second Sons. That is where you will be tested to see how well you can handle yourself in battle. Try not to cause trouble." she grinned, stepping away from the two men.
"I have no idea what you mean." Cerran grinned, giving a loving pat to his older brother's shoulder, before following after Grey Worm - throwing a hand up in the air in acknowledgement when Kiran bid him goodbye. "Missandei will bring you home, my friend. I hope you have a good rest of the day, my doors are always open if there is anything else you need." Ranta wished as said translator stepped forward with a few Dothraki men with her to serve as her own escort back to the pyramid.
After a polite goodbye had been returned, the small party had departed from the throne room. "What do you two think of them?" Ranta asked once she knew Kiran and Missandei were out of ear shot. Ser Barristan and Jorah both shifted their weights on their feet in thought, "...House Greengood never really drew attention to their selves even when there were more members around." Ser Barristan spoke, " Like the boy said, they remained in their woods and protected what was theirs."
"The iron wood lands they kept mentioning?"
"Iron wood trees." Jorah corrected, " Ironwood is a type of wood that is said to be as hard as iron and nearly impervious to flame. They say that only Forrestors can get the trees to burn and when it does - it emits a blue flame similar to the color your child spews upon command. And technically the wood belongs to the Forrestors, the land the trees grow on belong to the Greengoods, but if a deal has been made and now Greengood holds equal power over the trees, then that is something I am unsure of."
"So I made a good decision in bringing them into my service then? These trees do sound awful useful." Ranta said meaningfully. "Yes, my lady. It also means another ally in Westeros under your belt, you heard yourself that they had the Forrestors are on their side along with the Starks. You very well have three of the seven Kingdoms supporting your claim. You have House Martell in Dorne, there is House Tyrell in the Reach, and you will have House Stark in the North inevitably once a few ravens are exchanged and negotiations are made if the Starks want to keep receiving their iron wood. The Eyrie may be close to follow the trend, especially with Joffrey Baratheon on the throne." Barristan informed her.
Ranta looked to the elder Selmy confused, "Who is Joffrey and why isn't Robert on the throne?" she asked. "Robert Baratheon is dead." Ser Jorah spoke, " To the public, Joffrey is the child of Cersei Lannister and Robert Baratheon but rumors of incest between her and her brother Jamie Lannister have sprung up recently. The boy will not remain on the throne for long, not with his ugly personality and with such black spots on his record." he promised her.
The woman nodded her head as she took in this information, "I need a map." she randomly declared and then turned for her war room with the two men on her heels. In the center of the spacious room was a long table filled with maps of Westeros and Essos, medium sized pieces of plastic shaped into House symbols along with little Unsullied and Dothraki pieces at off to the side waiting to be moved.
With the help of Ser Jorah, Ranta was able to place the correct pieces in the right chunks of land in Westeros. Taking a storm cloud and dragon, Ranta left the two pieces in the center of Essos as a blatant state of leadership. Taking the sun and flower pieces, Ranta divided each along the borders of their respective territories to show that they would be charged with holding off Baratheon and Lannister forces of the Western and Storm lands to stop them from making advances in their own lands.
Taking a single Dothraki and Unsullied piece, she placed them in Stag country with a Martell and Tyrell piece as well. "We can take the Storm Lands first, that way the whole lower southern lands are under our control." Ranta opened with, a bit nervous with her choice of first strategic attack. Jorah then moved forward and grabbed a wolf head and bird, "Assuming that these two do come to your aid...with their combined efforts they can take the river lands." he maneuvered the pieces like she originally did, aligning some on the borders of the two home countries and placed an Unsullied piece in the river lands with a wolf and bird.
"The Dothraki will be of no use to you in the river lands, their horses will struggle with the marshes there. But with the bended knees of House Tully and House Baratheon, they along with some of House Martell and the Unsullied can put pressure on the home of the Lannisters. Once the lion's country is under our control you can turn your attention to Kings Landing."
Ranta picked up two storm clouds and placed them in the last remaining piece of land to come under her control, placing pieces of every house along its' borders to show that she intended on trapping them in. "Assuming that my family is out there and will come to my aid...we will take Kings Landing our selves." she declared putting a few Tyrell, Naylor and Targaryen pieces along the Narrow sea to represent a blockade.
Pointing to the pieces she turned and said, " We can find more sell swords that are able bodied sea warriors to help her hold the line. If worse comes to worse, then I will sail out there and summon a storm or two to sink ships attempting to escape Kings Landing." Ser Barristan moved forward now and placed a Naylor piece or two in the Sunset sea near the Iron Islands.
"The Greyjoys are masters of the sea your grace, you must be wary of them when engaging in naval warfare. You must hit them hard and fast, a preferable enemy for your family to engage in to spare the ships flying your colors...overall your grace, I do not believe that you have a bad strategy at hand but this is just a broad and rough estimate of your plans. This war will not go as easy as said, each House has their own natural and man made defenses that will be hard to penetrate. Many lives will be lost in Lannister country alone. Casterly Rock was made to stand blockade for years. You will have to think very carefully when you send your men out to fight." the elder advised.
Ranta thought over his words and accepted them for truth, " We have a long way to go." she acknowledged, " We aren't even done in Essos yet, I really shouldn't be planning this early but I like to have a plan before the actual plan. We still have families to free and soldiers to recruit before we set sail for Westeros, I don't think we will even sail for another few years yet." she revealed.
"There's no hurry, the Iron throne will still be there by the time we all return home. It won't grow legs and place its' self at the bottom of the Narrow sea, I promise you." Jorah assured with a small smile, moving to help Ranta and Barristan take the pieces off the map before leaving the pyramid for their annual walks about the city. "I have no problem with you using the Dothraki in Westeros, your grace," Ser Barristan suddenly broke the relaxed silence between the trio as they traveled down the crowded streets.
"But as Daario pointed out before that you do not have a full seven hundred at your command, you have to subtract a few hundred for women and elderly. Do you not think that it would be more beneficial to gain more to your side if you intend on releasing them into Westeros?" he asked. Swatting away a bug that had flown in front of her face Ranta acknowledged the Selmy's point.
"That is what Dany is for." Ranta informed. " I intend on sending Daenerys out to reclaim her kingdom from Khal Moro and to take over other Khalasars in general. Once they are under her control she can rejoin us."
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"What do you think, darling sister? Can you handle taking Kings Landing?" Colren asked of his sibling as they clustered around the magical mirror once more. "Can you handle beating back the Greyjoys or any Lannister forces that try to escape by ship?" the ravenette fired back, "because one way or another it will be you fighting out on the water." she said with no room to argue. The man held his hands up in defense at this, "Aye, I can handle either of them with no problem." he assured.
"Well then there's your answer from me. I can handle a few cooped up Lannister forces trapped in Kings Landing, if push comes to shove Ranta can always release those beasts she has under her control and set the sons of whores ablaze. Summon a rain storm here and there and the kingdom won't have a chance to burn too badly." Dasina finished before turning to her two guests that have remained silent the entire time.
"What do you think Lady Olenna, Ellaria?" the green eyed woman asked of the older woman and her significantly younger companion. "Oberyn will follow." Ellaria confirmed without a doubt, "The Lannisters are beginning to wear out their welcome, I grow tired of them and so does the rest of Dorne. If not to follow for the chance to get the Lannisters out of the picture, then he will follow for a chance to sleep with young Ranta." the Dornish woman smiled slyly.
"He will have a long line to wait in." Olenna commented lightly, "Just about every man in her service is chomping at the bit to get under her dress." Ellaria folded her hands together and looked at the elder Tyrell with a smile, "Every man and woman." she corrected with a suggestive look to her face, "Such is a fate for one who holds as much beauty as Ranta does. Physically and personality wise." the Martell motioned back to the mirror for the group to see Ranta kneeling down to a former slave child's height and accepting a trinket to go around her wrist with a smile on her face.
"The people love her, lords are traveling across the world to form their allegiances with her, her army fights for her because they want to. She is a good leader and will make a better queen. Perhaps with Ranta on the throne, your granddaughter Margery can finally marry for love once Joffrey is out of the picture and the Lannisters are sent running with their tails between their legs." the snake woman directed towards her friend though it wasn't a negative jab at her.
Olenna nodded in agreement, seeing Ellaria's point. "That's very true, my darling granddaughter getting out of that arranged marriage with that little beast of a Baratheon will be a bonus...she said a few years until she makes her move, yes? I suppose I can wait, I've lived for this long - what's a few more years?" and with that, the woman stood and made for the exit.
"By the way Dasina..." Olenna called out to the green eyed ravenette, " Your girl looks nothing like you, she looks exactly like her father minus the blue hair." she smiled lightly before finally departing with Ellaria following after. Smirking sadly, Dasina nodded to herself before casting her gaze back onto her daughter walking through her new kingdom. "Yeah, I know." she whispered longingly.