Hi! Here is chapter six. It's a bit shorter than usual, but no worries, I'm publishing the next one today too, because I'm nice like that ^^ . For those who were impatient, here is Dany, at long last !

Chapter 13: Daenerys

Previously:

- "It is almost certain that with all the Freys dead, and with the Lannisters unable to help, even the most reluctant Lords will bow to the Tullys once more without much of a fight, My Lady. In that case, and with no other enemy to fight, your uncle will have a force of ten thousand men able and ready to march soon, and probably five thousand more in the following months.

- "I see… please have a quill, some ink and the best parchment you can find sent to me." Arya said after a while.

She started to write.

Daenerys sighed. She was winning, but at such a slow rate that it was starting to frighten her. Her enemies, mainly the Lannisters, the Baratheons and the Tyrells, had more men than she had and knew the land better than she did. But she had dragons. However Winter was closer and closer every day and, at this rate, she would leave the smallfolk in the South with no preparation whatsoever. She had no intention of ruling a starving kingdom, but she didn't know how to move things faster. Her campaign had been going on for two months now, and it had started to stagnate. Her opponents were trying to tire her out, attacking her with fast multiple small attacks. They had learned from history that you didn't try facing dragons with a ranged army where the men stood ready to be burned by her flames. She wished she could ride her dragons and be useful, and the wait was maddening.

She sighed again as her counselors joined her, a moment only after she had jumped off Rhaegal's back. She had tamed him, and Viserion too, and they both accepted to be mounted by her easily. Drogon was another story. Sometimes he let her climb on as he flew wherever he wanted, and sometimes he wouldn't even let her do that. She had finally accepted the fact and let him go as he pleased, as long as he kept eating enemies rather than her men or the smallfolk.

Tyrion was frowning, holding a parchment letter arrived by raven with no mark on the seal or signature of any kind. It was addressed to her personally, but her counselors usually opened her letter for her, in case they were somehow trapped or poisonous or something of the kind.

- "Your Majesty," the dwarf said, "a letter had arrived for you. It doesn't contain any poison, at least from what we have gathered, but we cannot open it."

Arya raised an eyebrow.

- "Tyrion, if you can't crack the seal you may rip the parchment. I'm quite sure the words will not fall on the ground."

- "My Queen," Daario Naharis spoke with an unusually serious tone, "a braavosi enchantment has been placed on this parchment. It is an ancient art, known to few, and I would not be able to use it myself. No one but the recipient of this letter can open it."

Daenerys looked at the common looking letter, which didn't look anything particular, but nodded. She had trust in Tyrion and Daario, and if for once they agreed on something, it must mean that it was the truth.

She took the letter and broke the seal with no difficulty at all.

"Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen, Mother of Dragons, Khaleesi of the Horselords, Freer of Slaves, and all the other titles the ignorant girl writing this letter will undoubtedly have forgotten."

Danny was reading out loud and her voice carried amusement as she finished the first sentence.

"I am Arya Stark of Winterfell, and it is probable that your counselors will tell you I am dead."

Daenerys raised her eyes from the parchment to see Tyrion looking at the letter with a dubious air while Ser Barristan was nodding.

"I can not change whether or not you will believe in my survival. Before telling you why I am writing, I wish to write about my Father, Lord Eddard Stark, who lead the Rebellion against your Father beside Robert Baratheon. I will not tell you how honorable he was, for words on paper are even more untrustworthy than those spoken to the wind, as you cannot hear the tone in which they would have been spoken. Know simply the facts, before judging my Father as a traitor. King Aerys II was mad, I hope I am not offending you by writing it so directly. I was not present for the events that lead to the Rebellion, but I know enough. When your brother Rhaegar kidnapped my aunt Lyanna my uncle Brandon and his father, then Lord of Winterfell, were executed for no other reason than your father's paranoia. The Kingdom was in peril, and to be frank Aerys Targaryen was a bad King. As for his son, who could have succeeded to him, he took my aunt. My Father took arms to free her sister. When he learned the atrocities perpetrated against the Targaryen children and Ellia Martell he almost rebelled against his childhood friend Robert Baratheon and declared the North independent. But he didn't, and I do not know why. Perhaps he was mourning his sister, his father, his brother and had no ambition of starting a second war. Whatever it was, all of this is the past.

I am no politician and do not know what to write here to give you the impression that I am one, so I will tell you the truth. My Father was executed by the Bastard Joffrey, probably as mad as your Father before him, because he had announced his real origin to the world. My brother Robb called his banners to try and free him, and when he learned of his death to try to avenge him. He was killed by traitors at the Red Wedding. If you do not know of it, ask your counselor, they will surely have heard of it. If not, do ask any commoner you see, they will tell you. It is very probable that my two younger brothers are dead too, at the hands of an ancient playmate of Robb's, Theon Greyjoy, heir to the Iron Islands. If they are not dead thy are wandering the North with no home and no House, and the oldest would just have turned one and ten. I cannot say whether my sister is alive or not, because during by Father's beheading I fled King's Landing and she stayed a prisoner. She has disappeared since Joffrey's death. During the years I have spent away from Westeros I have learnt numerous things, but I have never forgotten my revenge. A week ago I attacked the Twins, seat of House Frey, with my sword and two hundred wolves, and killed them all. Today I have destroyed the ones left in Riverrun and expect to receive my uncle, Lord Edmure Tully, freed by me at the Twins and ready to take his place back as Lord of the Riverlands. I intend to go back North and destroy the Boltons, may their name be forever forgotten. Once this is done I will only need to see Cersei Lannister's cold body and my revenge will be done.

I am ready to offer you Lord Edmure Tully's allegiance. In a few weeks he will have pacified his land, and then ten thousand men will be ready to attack the Lannisters by the north. I do not know the situation in the North, nor the state I will find it, but when Bolton is dead, whatever happens to me, you won't find any opposition there.

As for the Vale I do not know the exact situation, except to report the death f Lord Baelish, of which you might already know about. However the Lord of the Vale is my cousin and, since he has reached his fourteenth name day his will is law. If I can I will attempt to convince him to kneel before you.

I ask for nothing for myself, but if one of my brothers or my sister survived I hope that once on the Iron Throne you remember that there has always been a Stark in Winterfell.

Arya Stark of Winterfell".

Daenerys couldn't stop staring at the words. Finally, she spoke.

- "What was this Red Wedding?"

- "It was the vilest treachery, your Majesty," Ser Barristan Selmy said. "It happened a few months after Robert Baratheon's death," the old man continued. "Robb Stark had raised the armies of the North to free his Father, but after he was executed the Young Wolf wanted to march to Kings Landing to avenge him and take back his sisters, whom he though our hostages. In truth Lady Arya, a girl of one and ten, had disappeared, and only her sister Sansa was the hostage. Stark was supposed to marry a Frey girl, as it had been decided sooner for him and his men to cross the Twins. But he instead married another girl. Lord Frey accepted Lord Tully as Robb's replacement as sweet-son. The wedding was celebrated in front of all the Stark's vassals, of Robb Stark himself and his Lady Mother Catlyn Tully. But after the wedding the Freys and Roose Bolton, one of Stark's bannermen, betrayed the North. It was a bloodbath. Robb Stark and his mother died in the wedding room and Bolton, supported by Tywin Lannister, who had probably offered the Freys guaranty of a pardon too, became the new Protector of the North."

Daenerys nodded, stunned. It was such a vile treachery it was hart to imagine.

- "She wrote 'with my sword and… two hundred wolves', do you think it's just said in a manner of speaking?"

Her counselors frowned, obviously thinking about it, and Tyrion was the one to answer.

- "The Star children all had a direwolf, one of those giant wolves from the Lands Beyond the Wall. When Lord Stark went South to be Robert's Hand he brought his two daughters and their two she-wolves. On the way Arya's wolf bit Joffrey, he complained that they were dangerous. Lady Sansa's wolf was killed but Arya had expected it and released hers in the forest. I wasn't there at the time but my brother told me, I remember because later strange rumors about a giant pack of wolves composed of more than two hundred of them and lead by a giant wolf arrived to Kings Landing. At the time I had wondered if it could be linked. Imagining that Lady Arya found her she wolf, it's quite probable that she is leading an army of two hundred wolves just as you have three dragons, Majesty."

Daenerys nodded, trying to imagine what a an army of two hundred wolves could look like. Tyrion continued to speak.

- "If the Riverlands do help us it will divide my sister's forces by two and our chance will be multiplied."

- "Do you think any of this is possible?" Daenerys asked Tyrion, since he was the one who had known the Stark girl best.

- "I didn't have much contact with Arya Stark, Majesty," the dwarf answered, thinking. "But if one of the Starks had wolfblood in their veins, it was her. I'm not sure what she did after fleeing Kings Landing, but here is what I know for a certainty. She killed more than one men before reaching ten name days, and one them was Sandor Clegane. My spies had just found her when it happened, I'm not sure what exactly went down after that. A street boy in Saltpans is the last one to have seen her, I think. She was starving and had no money. But she entered a ship going to Braavos, paying with some sort of iron coin and saying…"

The dwarf was interrupted by Daario Naharis.

- "Valar Morghulis," he said with laughing eyes. "My queen," the man continued, "I must counsel you to ally yourself with the Stark girl, because there is no doubt that she is the one who has written this letter."

- "How do you know what a girl does on the other side of the see?" Daenerys asked, wondering.

- "It is one thing all Braavosi know, Your Grace," the man answered. Then he stopped, blinked, and started to laugh, unable to stop himself as if he had become mad.

- "Can you tell me what is so funny?" Danny asked calmly, knowing he wouldn't laugh at her.

- "My Queen, I must first explain… Lannister, tell the Queen about the House of Black and White and the Faceless Men."

And Daario started laughing again. Tyrion didn't see why he had to explain such things but he was aware that it was no use arguing.

- "The Faceless Men are the best assassins in the world. They are the Many Faced God's disciples, the One Who Brings Death to All. Their name comes from the fact that they can change their visage at wish, but that is only one of their countless skills. If the client wants it they will create an accident so perfect that nobody will ever even suspect something happened. And if the client wishes a public execution they will kill their target while three thousand men are watching. If the Faceless Men accept a contract on your head, you are dead. Thankfully their prices are always just a bit over what you can afford, your own life, mountains of gold, the hand of your daughter for some provincial bastard."

Tyrion stopped, he didn't know any more than that on the subject. But by then Daario was calm again and he explained in turn.

- "When a Faceless Man sees potential in someone to become a Faceless Man they offer them an iron coin and leave them the choice of coming to Braavos to be taught. You only need to give the coin to any Braavosi and he will do whatever he can to help you and bring you to Braavos. When you give the coin you must say "Valar Morghulis." The Braavosi all know this, for helping a future Faceless Man can be extremely profitable. The order is very secret, but a month ago, rumors spoke of there being a disciple," Daario finished with a whisper as if someone would hear him and slit his throat where he was standing.

- "A disciple?" Daenerys asked, not understanding what that meant.

- "Normally, after certain stages in the teaching one cannot survive without loosing their identity. However, extremely rarely the Many Faced God chooses one disciple, meaning a man or woman who has all the training of a Faceless Man, all their skills, but is still a person. If you can survive the teachings, you have been chosen. It happened only three times in the last two thousand years."

- "What does it mean?" Tyrion asked.

- "The disciple is essentially a Faceless Man with free range and no ability to change his face."

- "Free range?" Daenerys asked.

- "It means that… how to explain? Normally the Many Faced God allows his servants to kill only those He chooses, and no other. No Faceless Man will kill for his own reasons, mainly because they stopped being people and don't have personal reasons for anything. A disciple, however… the ones the disciple decides to kill are automatically designed by the Many Faced God. The temple considers these cases as special and will never accept a contract on a disciple. If Arya Stark is the House of Black and White's disciple, don't be her enemy. If my sources are correct it has been a month since the disciple left Braavos. Arya Stark says she killed the Freys two weeks ago, which corresponds to a week of travel from Braavos to Westeros and another to the Twins. In two weeks she annihilated her enemies, and she had no men."

Danny blinked, shocked by all this. Just reading the letter had made her want to accept the Stark girl's allegiance. These new informations were only strengthening her decision. She didn't need an enemy such as Arya Stark if she could have her as an ally.

Of course, the young girl didn't clearly offer an alliance with her, but with her uncle Lord Tully. However, she had no men to offer and needed to go North to kill her House's traitors.

- "I will answer that I accept Lord Tully's allegiance," she said, and none of her counselors protested, which was almost a first.