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Samaya always had a very specific list in her mind, ever since she was a small girl. It was not a long one, but it continuously grew. It was a list of things that made her feel unbelievably happy. The first time she jumped into the Mander. The first time she released a bow. All those moments spent in bed with Oberyn, and the things he did to her.

As she was soaring through the air on the back of a real-life dragon, she decided to add another thing to the list. This thing. Riding a beast, flying through the air. The wind whipping her face and the warmth that radiated from the dragon's skin soaking into her own. It was the happiest she had felt since she left King's Landing.

She had caught Daenerys' eye while the dragons were setting fire to the ships below them, and aside from a look of shock that both women wore, there was a silent recognition. Sam saw similar features in the other girls' face that she also encountered when she looked in a mirror. There was no denying that they were related.

The dragon took a sharp turn, and Sam was shaken out of her thoughts by having to hold on tight. She wondered if she could control it somehow, because she just felt like a passenger at the moment. Watching her half-sister ride, it seemed like she had a bond with the big dragon. Sam wished she had read more lore about the Targaryens. She always wanted to hide that part of her, but now, that she had openly shared her secret, she wished she knew more about her bloodline.

It did not take them long to destroy their attackers. Almost every ship had sunk, there were only a few kindling sadly on the troubled water, when the dragon left the open sea and flew towards a high cliff. On a massive ledge, it landed, and Sam was a little relieved to climb off its back. She took a few steps back, and after looking at her one last time, it took off again. Sam watched it fly away before she turned around and started walking towards the small group that had assembled. Her half-sister was standing in their midst, flanked by Tyrion, Missandei, Grey Worm and two men she did not recognise. There was utter silence as she approached them. Tyrion gave her a sly smile, but Daenerys' face showed no emotion at all. Samaya knew she had to work hard to gain her trust, and decided that she was going to start now. A few paces before the Queen, she stopped and took a knee. She bowed her head deep before she began to talk.

"My Queen, it is an honour to finally stand in your presence," she said loud and clear while staying on the ground. The other woman gave her a long, hard look before she started to speak as well.

"My advisors here tell me we share the same blood. How do I know that is true?" she asked her.

"Your Grace, you just saw me ride one of your dragons. Do you really think he would have let me if we were not the same in blood?" Samaya argued her case. For the first time, the hint of a smile appeared on the other girl's face.

"True. But dragons, like every other being, can be deceived. Though I have to admit, it is much harder to do so. Tyrion tells me you carry a ring of my brother's?" the Queen continued. Sam nodded and held out her hand with the prominent jewellery. Daenerys walked closer and took it into hers. As their skin touched, a fascinating sensation coursed through Sam's body. It was as if she had touched something enormously powerful. The other girl must have felt it as well, because her eyes widened. Carefully, she examined the ring, before she pulled on the hand to help Samaya up the floor.

"I have never seen this ring before, but I have heard of it. Viserys had often talked about Rhaegar's priceless ring, and wondered what had become of it. Now I know where it is. And I also know one thing: you truly are of the Targaryen bloodline," she said smiling.

"Why are you so sure?" Sam could not resist asking, even though she was also wearing a smile now.

"I felt it when I touched you. This current that seemed to run through us. I've only ever felt it when my brother touched me. We are of the same blood, sister," Daenerys answered and pulled Sam in for a tight embrace. The advisors watching raised their brows at the touching scene. Their queen did not show emotions often, but it was clear to them that this was a long-awaited reunion nobody had even expected.

Sam closed her eyes for a short moment, revelling in the feeling of having found a part of her family again. A family she had never even wanted, but now that she was here, she knew it was the right thing to do. The pair broke apart and Daenerys led her to the onlookers.

"Samaya, this is Ser Jorah Mormont, a trusted advisor and friend," she introduced her to the tall knight, who looked very much like he just stepped out of a tourney in Westeros. He bowed his head and gave her a small smile.

"I never thought I'd see another Targaryen again, it is a true pleasure," he said in a deep voice, still carrying the Norther accent.

"And this is Daario Naharis, one of my most lethal soldiers and loyal companion," the Queen continued, gesturing to the man with the mischievous grin on his face. Instead of bowing, he came up and took her hand, onto which he planted a soft kiss. He then winked at an astonished Samaya and resumed his place.

"You will go back with them to the pyramid, while I survey the damage the city has endured. I am afraid there is much to do in the coming days, but for now, let us just be glad we are safe once more," Daenerys announced and after the rest had bowed, she squeezed Sam's arm before turning away. As if on cue, the big black dragon appeared again and landed with a deafening thud. They all watched as the Queen mounted the beast and took back off.

Tyrion appeared on Sam's side, nudging her slightly. "Afraid you'll have to walk this time, Dragon girl," he said jokingly, which made Sam laugh heartedly. Maybe this was the start of the greatest adventure of her life.

"Your Grace, news from Meereen," Qyburn said carefully as he stood behind Queen Cersei. She turned around slowly and raised a brow.

"Go on," she said and walked over to a small table, filling her goblet up with wine.

"The city was attacked by the slave masters wanting to reclaim their property," he started and Cersei sneered.

"Good. I hope they succeeded?" she said coldly.

"Not quite, your Grace. Daenerys Targaryen, who had been absent, returned with her dragons. They set the whole fleet alight and killed the masters," Qyburn reported reluctantly. Cersei sighed.

"And why is this of interest to me then?" she asked him impatiently.

"Well, it seems the Targaryen side has gained more support from Westeros. After your brother and the Spider… they have a new ally," he told her, hesitant to finish the report.

"Spit it out, Qyburn. I will not kill the messenger," Cersei ordered, sensing his uneasiness.

"When Daenerys rode into battle, another dragon was carrying a rider as well… a tall, slender woman with short, silver hair. The woman we formerly knew as Samaya Tyrell."

Cersei's goblet froze on the way to her lips. Slowly, she turned around and glared at the man. He held her gaze for a moment, before he timidly looked to the floor. Cersei took a deep breath and willed herself to stay calm. She did not succeed.

With an angry scream, she threw the wine goblet across the room where it hit the wall with a loud bang.

Outside of Cersei's chambers, Jaime stood frozen, listening to her reaction. The whole Keep was buzzing with gossip about the Tyrell girl, and he had hurried to find his sister as quickly as possible. Now, though, he was hesitant. He still did not understand her actions. Why she had to blow up the Great Sept and kill the remaining Tyrells… why she did not mourn their son's suicide… why she was so cold. Something had happened to her, and he did not know if he wanted to be around her anymore.

Jaime let out a deep sigh and turned to walk away. Of course it had been Qyburn who had delivered the message, the man was indispensable to Cersei as of late. He himself did not like the former maester. There was something very wrong about him. His thoughts reeled back to the latest bit of news. Now, Jaime finally understood why he felt like he saw a ghost the first time he made eye-contact with the girl. If the rumours were true, and she really was Aerys' bastard, it explained why. The crazed man's face still haunted him in his nightmares, of course he would never forget.

His feet had a mind of their own, and he arrived in the small courtyard, where artists were currently at work on a big map of Westeros. Jaime observed the territory. There was war or riots everywhere, even in King's Landing. The common folk had no understanding for Cersei's vengeance, and he could not blame them. Many lost loved ones that day the green fire swallowed a good part of the city. He would never forget the view from atop the hill upon his arrival back from the Riverlands. He had never thought she would be capable of such brutality.

"Ser Jaime?" a voice interrupted his thoughts and he turned to see Bronn. The former sellsword looked at him anxiously.

"What can I do for you, Ser Bronn?" Jaime asked casually. The other man came closer and handed him a tiny parchment.

"Just so you know, I am not in contact with him, this was delivered by a foreign messenger. I thought I should at least let you know," he said quietly, nervously checking their surroundings. Jaime's brows furrowed as he unrolled the letter. It carried a dark seal, which had obviously been broken by Bronn.

"We are coming to Westeros. We have a fleet, three dragons, and powerful support. It is time to pick your side. – Tyrion" he read aloud. Baffled, he looked at Bronn.

"Shit."

It's a little shorter, but I thought this was a good time to stop. Please leave a review if you liked it! xx