When we decided to request entrance to the pyramid, we didn't expect the Unsullied to be so horribly distrustful. It shows in the way my nose and jaw ache.

I struggled in the arms of two guards and gained a knock on the head by a spear. It hurt like fuck. Lydia growled at them and spewed Valyrian insults at them as they continued to drag us along. I could almost feel my sister's mounting anger about to overflow.

"There is no need to be so rough," I said in Valyrian. Their grips became even harder and I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up," one of them growled. Lydia scoffed at their rudeness.

"These fuckers really have sticks up their arses."

I laughed discreetly as we came to some huge double doors. I assumed this was where the so called queen was just because. Noble people love extravagant interior design. My mother and father always spoke of their frivolousness.

One of the soldiers knocked on the door and I felt something in my throat. I rarely ever became nervous but I'd heard so much about this woman. Common folk whispered about her beauty and her power. I forgot that she could kill us and not even think twice about it.

The doors opened to a throne room unlike any we had seen before. Granted, we'd never truly seen any other than our mother and father's but this one didn't disappoint. I love the darkness color of everything and the bare design of the throne. The guards let go with a shove and I growled under my breath.

The woman sitting upon the throne wasn't so bad either. Lydia seemed to agree as well. Her silver hair fell in loose curls down her shoulders. Her violet eyes pierced into us with annoyance and slight intrigue. I could see the curves of her body through her skin tight gown.

"You are in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. The Mother of Dragons. The Unburnt. The Breaker of Chains. Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea," a young woman said from beside her.

I couldn't help but stare at the girl. Her chocolate skin and plump lips did something to my nether regions. After arriving here, Lydia and I both couldn't get enough of the darker women. We'd been missing out for many a year. Living deep in the north had its cons.

"Who are you and why are you here," the mother of dragons said in a bored tone.

I felt slightly offended. A Skuldafn is not someone to dismiss easily but I couldn't give her our true name. Lydia sneered at the ground and I assumed she knew that.

"I'm Oerion..Snow and this is my twin Lydia Snow," I said confidently. I licked my bottom lip and winced. It had busted open. "We've come to pledge our swords to your cause...your grace."

Daenerys raised a brow and turned to someone. I followed her gaze and was met with none other than Tyrion Lannister. I had never seen the man but I'd heard much. I never thought I'd get to meet him either but I could say that about the last Targaryen too.

"You said your last name is Snow," Tyrion drawled behind a glass of wine. His eyes flickering from mine to my sister's. I inwardly groaned. "Who is your father?"

I was just about to stumble over my words and ruin the entire plan. Which would result in our heads being mounted on spikes like they probably deserved to be. But, like always, Lydia saves the day.

"Jeor Mormont. He died on the Wall before we could make ourselves known to him. A night of warmth turned into two look alike bastards," Lydia said, convincingly.

She actually seemed like she would tear up. I could feel that she was thinking about our parents. Remembering the way they died and how their eyes were so devoid of warmth. I grabbed my sister's hand squeezed before letting go. She kept her gaze on the queen in a way that made my brows raise.

"Do you believe they are whom they say they are," Daenerys asked. I licked my lips at her voice. The way she spoke with such authority made me jealous that I couldn't admit my true identity.

"Yes, it isn't uncommon for men going to the wall. Also, Jorah would love to know he has siblings here when he comes back," Tyrion said. I almost cringed. Jorah was still alive?

"For what reason have you two come all the way from Westeros to pledge yourselves to me," Daenerys asked, sitting up straighter. I saw Lydia's nostrils flare from my peripherals. I knew that look and I knew what would happen.

"We've come because Cersei is batshit crazy and only you can get her to fuck off," Lydia said, smirking. I nudged her forcefully and scowled at me. "Your grace."

Daenerys looked amused at us for moment before wiping her face clean. She examined us in silence for a while and I felt extremely naked. Being a huge man doesn't make me any less self conscious. We have both culminated many scars since we fled our home.

"I've noticed the scars on your faces. Are you sell swords? Faceless men?"

Lydia and I glanced at each other and held in laughter. We are sell swords but not faceless men. More like Dark Brotherhood experts of death but we can't say that. Even though our tactics are similar to them, we are not able to switch faces. I find that I like the challenge of killing somewhat fairer.

"Yes, your grace. We are sellswords but we wish to fight for you for free. We've had swords in our hands since childhood. I feel that our expertise would only add to your strength," I said, keeping eye contact.

"Also, we know much about the north and all the other seven kingdoms," Lydia added. I smiled a bit as we coordinated unconsciously. Having a twin has its perks.

Daenerys whispered to Tyrion heavily and I decided to do the same with my sister. It seemed like they were really trying to decide whether our pretty heads would look better on a spike or in front of an army.

"I'm more worried about my sword than our heads. I could take these Unsullied easily," I whispered to Lyds. She grinned and rolled her eyes at me. She knows that Soulsnare means a lot to me.

"You act like that sword is your cock, Ori. You should really sell it."

I glared at her evilly.

"It was our forefathers sword, Lyd. Its Valyrian steel. It can kill walkers. I'm not selling shit."

"They're gonna want to know where you got it from you oaf," Lydia whispered furiously. I glanced at Daenerys and Tyrion to see them finishing their discussion.

"I'll handle it. We're sellswords remember? We steal and shit. That's how we got it."

They turned back to us and we straighten up as if on cue. Daenerys watched us with narrowed eyes. Annoyance welled in me. It's understandable to be suspicious but damn. Be more gullible so we can secure our place already.

"I'll welcome you as long as you swear your blades to my cause. Which is sitting on the iron throne," she said, staring us down. I kept my face straight. "If you go against me I will feed you to my dragons."

I knelt on one knee and heard Lydia do the same. Skuldafns don't kneel, I can hear my father saying. But right now it's necessary to gain this woman's trust and rid Westoros of the threat. Both of them. We need our home back.

"I swear it by the old gods and the new," we said in unison, bowing our heads. We'd went over not exposing that we worshiped Sithis and the Sweet Mother. That would tell all.

This journey would be interesting indeed...if we could stay alive.