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"So you are a Lady… of a noble house?" Missandei walked quickly ahead of the newcomer, barely speaking loud enough for Samaya to understand her.

"I was born into House Tyrell of Highgarden, Wardens of the South. My name is Samaya," she answered the timid girl with a smile. Missandei only started walking faster and finally they reached a small, but clean chamber. There was a washbasin in the corner that Sam rushed to in a heartbeat. She felt like dirt was covering every inch of her body, and was eager to wash it all off.

"What was the meaning of the message you had me give Lord Tyrion?" the girl was clearly curious. Sam took a towel to dry her face and turned around, smiling sadly.

"When I first met Lord Tyrion, I told him I would rather marry a donkey than a Dornish Lord, but I ended up the wife of one regardless," she answered.

"Of a donkey?" the girl inquired. Sam had to laugh.

"No, of a Dornish Lord. I was shortly married to Prince Oberyn of House Martell before he was brutally murdered," she explained. The girl looked down on the floor.

"I am sorry for your loss, Milady," she said quietly.

"Thank you, Missandei," Sam said, remembering her name. The girl smiled shyly before she walked over to a big wardrobe. She took out some clothes and put them down on the bed.

"I'm afraid these are not to your custom, but they are much cleaner than what you are currently wearing, Lady Samaya," she said and gestured to the colourful garments.

"Please, call me Sam. And thank you, this is very much appreciated," Samaya answered and started to take off her current garments. A knock on the door interrupted them, and Missandei opened it to one of the guards. He handled her a bundle and left again.

"Ah, I was wondering if and when I would get that back," Sam commented dryly from the other side of the room. Missandei put it down on the bed. It didn't look like much, dirty rags tied together with rough rope.

"What is in it, if I may ask?" she looked at her curiously.

"The few belongings I still possess. My bow, a dagger, and a family heirloom," Sam answered, a big crease appearing on her forehead. It made her unbelievably sad to think that this was all she had left, plus the few gold dragons she kept hidden deep inside her torn clothes. When she had arrived in Volantis, she did not quite know where to go or what to do, but hearing the tales of the Mother of Dragons, she could not ignore the longing that had started growing deep inside of her.

She did not wish for power, or luxury, or an easy life. No, the one thing she wished for was revenge on the horrible Lannisters. A resentment had grown so deep inside of her, she was no longer able to ignore it. And with her half-sister, she hoped that she would get her vengeance. She hoped that Cersei would pay for what she had done.

A ship agreed to take her to Meereen, and that captain was much rougher than Donor Hotirah, and she had to sleep on sacks of wheat, curled up in a corner of the storage room. After her arrival, she went to the market and asked the people for news. That's how she had found out that Tyrion Lannister and Varys were both here. She had heard horrific tales of how the small man had killed his father and eaten his corpse, or how he had pissed on the Iron Throne before running away like a crazed madman. She knew that there was hardly any truth to these tales, but the one thing they all had in common was the death of Tywin Lannister, which made Sam very gleeful. Without the family patriarch, she hoped that the fate of the Lannisters was doomed.

Thinking about the possible downfall of that house, she finished putting on the colourful dress Missandei had put out for her. The top was a lovely blue colour, whereas the skirt was as red as the sand wastes surrounding Meereen. The top fabric merely consisted of two broad strips, crossing below her breasts, and she nervously tried to adjust them to cover a little more of her skin.

"I'm afraid these dresses are not as modest as the ones in Westeros," Missandei commented, watching her pull and shove.

"It will do, I am sure. I saw some women with one exposed breast in the market square, let me just be glad this one covers both," Sam answered and both women smiled at each other.

"Are you ready to go?" Missandei asked and Sam took a deep breath. Quickly, she unfastened her small bundle of possessions and took out Rhaegar's ring. It would be the first time that she would ever wear it in public, and the thought made her heart race.

"Yes, I am ready," she said and followed the other girl with a determined expression.

Tyrion was shooting daggers at Varys over the council table. He had bombarded him with questions as to why Samaya Tyrell was here, but had gotten no answer. All the eunuch had said was that she would explain herself. Tyrion's patience waned. He had his hands full with the upcoming arrival of the slave masters, and this new development made him feel uneasy.

His head turned as the door opened and Missandei escorted Samaya into the room. As if on cue, Greyworm also joined them from a side door and took his place at the table. The newcomer followed suit and looked at the Unsullied soldier with a curious expression. He was still wearing bandages and moved deliberately slow.

"This is Greyworm, commander of the Queen's army and trusted advisor," Tyrion introduced them and Samaya smiled in greeting.

"I was told Ser Barristan Selmy and Ser Jorah Mormont had also joined the Targaryen side. Where are they?" she asked and Tyrion grinned. He had suspected her sharp intellect before, but did not expect that she had kept up with foreign affairs.

"Ser Barristan died a fortnight ago, sadly. He was ambushed by a group called the Sons of the Harpy. Greyworm here fought with him until the bitter end and barely escaped with his life," Varys answered the girl. She looked at the wounded soldier, whose eyes had turned dark with grief.

"I am very sorry to hear that. I had hoped to meet the man whose legendary tales are still being told to every child in Westeros. What about Ser Jorah Mormont?" she asked.

"As you might have noticed or heard, our Queen has taken a leave of absence… Ser Jorah and Daario Naharis, one of the Queen's enforcers, have left Meereen to aid in her safe return," Tyrion answered her this time. She nodded solemnly, studying his expression. He knew that she saw through his careful phrasing. The Queen was missing, and those two had been sent to find her.

"Now, if you do not mind, please explain your presence, Lady Samaya," he continued. She took a deep breath before she started talking.

"You have witnessed the murder of my husband. You know how cruel and crazed your sister is. I have travelled to support Daenerys Targaryen on her quest for Westeros. I have come to put the rightful heir on the Iron Throne," she said with a strong voice.

"But your sister is married to the new king… your family has openly shown support for the Lannisters," Tyrion argued. Samaya smiled cheekily.

"Is Tyrion of House Lannister sceptical as to why I, who do not carry the Lannister name, have come to support their enemies?" she replied. Tyrion smiled back at her.

"That is a fair point. But it has been widely known that I despise my family, and that my father wanted to have me killed. That is a valid reason if I've ever heard one," he said. Varys shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Milady, I think you should tell them," he said quietly, looking at the girl. Sam's smile vanished and she held his gaze for a moment.

"So be it," she sighed and got up from her chair. Their gazes followed her as she walked over to the peaceful little fountain in the corner. Tyrion's eyes widened as she kneeled down and put her head into the water. Her hands ruffled around in her hair before she came back up, inhaling deeply. Her short hair had changed its colour. Where it was a deep black before, it was now turning silver in the places the water was running down it. Casually, she got up and went back to her chair. The only sound in the room was the drops of water dripping down her path. Her shoulders and dress were covered in black streaks, and Tyrion's mouth was wide open as he watched her sit down. Determinedly, she put one hand on the table, showing him a ring with a deep red ruby.

"I have never been a true Tyrell, but a bastard Targaryen. This is why I have come to Meereen. I have come to support my half-sister," she said and there was a dangerous fire in her eyes. Tyrion swallowed his surprise. Looking at Varys, who was wearing a satisfied smile on his face, he answered.

"Well, I did not see that coming."

A few days after Samaya's big reveal, she found herself once again in a training pit with a spear in her hand. Kneeling on the dry ground, she was breathing heavily as Greyworm was shouting instructions at her. He was still too weak to train, but had taken her under his guidance. Three Unsullied surrounded her, moving like cats with their weapons pointed at her. She had thought it useless to sit around and wait for Daenerys to return, and had asked the commander to teach her. Oberyn's training had planted the seed of her abilities, but she still had a lot to learn when it came to the strange weapon.

One of her opponents moved in, and she quickly rolled herself to the side only to look up at another one, who skilfully rammed the head of his spear right next to her face.

"And you are dead. You need to see what is around you. See all of them, not just one closest to you," Greyworm said as he walked over to help her up. Sam grabbed his arm and got off the floor. She was good against just one opponent, but still struggled when it was many at once.

"When I fought the last fight of Ser Barristan, there were too many for us to count. Yet, they still all died," he continued as she cleaned off the sand from her clothes. Samaya looked at him and saw the hurt again. As Unsullied, he was supposed to be emotionless, but ever so often, she saw his vulnerability, especially when he talked about his friend, the old knight.

"Thank you, I will have to work on that," she replied and gave him a small smile. He nodded his head brusquely and walked away, his three men following him.

Sam thought about heading over to the archery range, but she felt too exhausted to continue her training. Slowly, she walked back up towards the pyramid. The events of the last few days were still fresh in her head. After she had revealed her true identity, she had explained all to Tyrion and the rest of the council. Varys vouched for it to be the truth, and with her hair colour and Rhaegar's ring, there was no doubt in their minds that she really was who she said she were.

Tyrion had then continued to tell her about the recent developments in King's Landing. The shaming of Cersei Lannister brought an evil grin to her face, but it did not stop there. Now the Faith had her siblings, Margaery and Loras, and Sam feared for them. If they would be sending her own sister naked through the streets like they did with the Lannister bitch, she would kill them all with her own hands.

A few days later, her anger had slowly subsided, but she still did not want to participate in the political affairs of Tyrion and Varys. They had met with the slave masters who rebelled against Daenerys, and apparently struck a deal. Until Samaya met her half-sister, she would be careful as to who to support or trust. After all, there was still a madness running in this family, and even though the council Daenerys had put together seemed fair and just, she did not want to rush into things before having met face to face.

Varys had met her this morning to talk about the situation in Dorne. He had asked if she thought Ellaria and the Sand Snakes, who had taken over control of the region, would support Daenerys. Samaya was careful with her answer, since she had seen the craziness in Ellaria, and would never fully trust the woman. However, when Varys decided to try to convince them to join the Targaryen cause, she wished him all the best and said farewell.

Now, she was faced with another dilemma. Her heart was pounding as she looked at the huge stone door she was facing. Behind that door was a massive dungeon and, as Tyrion had told her, two half-grown dragons. The fact that they had not attacked him when he freed them gave her hope, but still, was it suicidal to try and make friends with dragons? Sam balled her hands into fists and took deep breaths. The two Unsullied guarding the doors watched her with blank expressions, but she could see the mouth of one of them twitch. She gathered that it was quite amusing to see a girl try and have the courage to pet huge beasts.

Samaya was just about to take the first step forward when she heard horns in the distance. She froze at the sound and turned around. That did not sound friendly, and indeed, on the horizon, she could see ships appearing on the edge of the ocean. Black sails were decorating them, and she leaned on the railing to get a better look. It did not take long until her suspicions were confirmed: the Masters had come to take their property. The message was clear when the first fiery balls were catapulted onto the city. She could hear people screaming and chaos breaking out, but she could only stand there and look, unable to move.

A sudden roar finally made her flinch and she looked up to see a huge black shadow soaring above her head. After her eyes had adjusted, she followed it to see an enormous black dragon land atop the pyramid. That must be Drogon. Sam could see a small figure moving down its back, and she knew what that meant: Daenerys was back. She watched in amazement as the massive animal took flight again and started soaring towards the ships that were attacking Meereen.

A loud, screeching sound made her turn. It came from inside the dungeon that the other two dragons were locked in. Sam barely had time to think before she started moving. The two guards had left their posts, so she had to pull on the heavy doors herself, but she felt like she was stronger than ever before. After a few moments, it gave in, and she was thrown onto the ground as a great whirlwind of cream and gold whizzed past her.

She watched in amazement as another dragon took flight, this one much smaller than the one on the pyramid, but not less imposing. A warm gust reached her face and she turned back towards the door only to come face to face with the last one. Its snout was mere inches from her face and she was mesmerized by the golden colour of his eyes. It seemed to be sniffing at her, nudging her gently in the face with its warm skin. Her heart stopped for a second, but she did not know if she should be afraid or not.

The dragon turned its head to look out to his siblings, but quickly focused his attention back onto her. He shifted around so she was facing his side and Sam let out a little shriek as one of his wings nudged her in the back. Quickly, she got up off the ground, while the wing was moving her onwards. She could not believe what was happening. Did he want her to ride him? Did he want to protect her? She was pressed up against his side now, and touched the stony scales, which felt both liquid and rock-hard under her fingertips.

Another loud roar got her out of her thoughts, and with one more little push from the wing, she found herself on the back of a dragon, holding onto the spikes on its back, flying down into battle.

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