Valyrian Steel

Chapter 7

Tyrion

Tyrion sat drinking his wine while the wedding progressed before his eyes, In order to accommodate all the guests the wedding was held outside in the sun where the dragons were clear to see basking on the roof. Daenerys was wearing a beautiful dress of red Myrish lace with a silver breast plate sporting dragons. The Queen was sitting next to her new husband, Victarion looked pleased with himself while Daenerys avoided touching him. Jorah was drinking himself into a stupor with Daenerys' blood riders. Moqorro was speaking to the mage Marwyn and his pupil Alleras. Illyrio and Varys were deep in conversation, they had been placed close to Daenerys to honor them for their support. Illyrio was eating jovially while Varys spoke to Tyrion about the situation in Westeros. Tyrion was listening to Varys speak of Arianne Martell's attempt to tie Aegon down when Lya interrupted them to pour more wine.

"Apologies my lords, The Queen has asked me to serve you from her private reserves. To thank you for your continued support and to welcome you when she sets sail for Westeros in a few days."

"Days?!" Illyrio said with surprise.

Lya smile serenely. "We have received word from Prince Doran that we will be welcomed in Dorne. He will be facilitating talks between Daenerys and Aegon in the hopes our forces will be joined."

"He probably had not heard of the wedding." Tyrion said absentmindedly as he held out his goblet for Lya.

"Why so soon?" Illyrio asked.

Lya frowned and looked towards the Queen and her new King consort. "It's a shame that the new couple will not be able to enjoy each other's company for long. The Queen has her flagship and Victarion must lead his forces from his ship." She smiled at the three of them.

"Such a shame." Lya finished pouring the wine, laughed good naturedly at Illyrio's suggestion that she lay with him and left to attend to the Queen.

"Lovely girl," Varys said as he eyed her. Tyrion followed his gaze and agreed before remembering Varys didn't care. He raised a quizzical brow and Varys rolled his eyes, "Just because I don't have any interest in bedding her doesn't mean I can't appreciate beauty, besides, something else intrigues me. How is it that a bastard girl from the North finds herself in the position of handmaiden to the Queen?"

"How ideed" Illyrio said with his eyes full of interest.

"She's educated, strangely. She can read and write in almost as many languages as Aegon." Tyrion mentioned

Varys watched the girl carefully.

"What are you thinking Spider?" Tyrion asked with suspicion

"Just trying to unravel how a bastard girl from the North could find her way into the Queens court, with so much knowledge at her behest."

"I've asked myself the same question. But what proof do we have that she is lying? She knows enough of Winterfell and the Starks that only a Northern girl would know, so that much is true. The rest, there is much a young girl can learn in at the side of a Bravossi courtesan."

"Which one?" Illyrio asked with renewed interest.

"The Black Pearl, she wrote to Daenerys lauding Lya's accomplishments and verifying her maidenhead. Since she's a descendent of Aegon the IV and his pirate lover, It helped wipe some doubt from Lya's background. She also offered the support of many of her clientele in return for Daenerys hiring Lya. Apparently she found the girl selling clams on the docks, and no Illyrio that is not a euphemism."Tyrion said while he popped some fried squid in his mouth.

"Fine, take all the fun out of life my friend."

Tyrion was about to change the subject when he heard Victarion raise his voice.

"You mean to deny me my wedding night!" He yelled towering over Daenerys who remained seated and looked up at him with a disdainful look.

"I never said that, only that there will not be a bedding. I will not be stripped infront of my guests like some common whore, nor will I be rushed to the wedding bed."

"You are my wife and you will not ignore your duty to me!" Victarion had a wild look in her eyes

Daenerys let out a sigh like she was dealing with an unruly child "I am not ignoring my duty, They haven't even served the first course."

"If you will not give me what I am due I'll take it!" Victarion stormed off "Maqorro!" The dark man rose and handed Victarion a horn. Victarion slammed the horn into the mouth of one of his men and instructed him to blow while he held a dagger to his throat. The man did as he was told and an ungodly sound came from the horn that chilled Tyrion to the bone, that an the fact the the horn blower had started to burn from his mouth and core.

"Stop him, kill him. Before it's too late!" Marwyn screamed. His pupil Alleras rose and drew a dagger.

"It's already too late." Victarion raised the horn and suddenly Viserion flew down and let out a cry. He lunged forward but stopped once Victarion held up his horn. "If I can not have a dragon Queen then I will take one of your children. Let's see how resistant you are when your people are in chains. The Dothraki."

Viserion turned towards where the Khalasar had been feasting and reared his head. Tyrion rose from his seat, he had to run. Suddenly Drogon launched himself at Viserion and pinned him to the ground. He held his brother's neck down with his large talons and was billowing smoke from his mouth in warning. Victarions men rose to attack and the Dothraki rose to meet them. It seemed that there was to be a battle and Tyrion almost breathed a sigh of relief, he could handle a battle better than a rampaging dragon. Before he could prepare himself Tyrion heard another ungodly cry. Rhaegal launched himself at Drogon, the three took flight and began to fight.

Victarion was fighting off Daenerys' bloodriders and Jorah joined the fray. Tyrion had seen the Dragons fight before, usually Rhaegal would start a fight with Viserion and Drogon would join to his brothers' defense, this was different. Drogon could fare against one of his brothers, but both at the same time. Tyrion ducked under the table and crawled to where Daenerys and looked up at the dragons flying, Selmy and Grey worm were keeping Daenerys safe while she tried to get through to her children and issue commands to her people at the same time.

Jorah had entered into single combat with Victarion while the boodriders attacked the generals. Alleras stood in front of Marwyn and attacked Maqorro with his curved dagger. Maqorro seemed to have the upper hand until someone plunged a knife into his side. Lya was behind him with a dagger of her own and a wild smile that did not match her face. She slashed upwards with the dagger and Maqorro fell with blood spilling from his throat. Lya offered Alleras a hand to pull him up when an arrow caught her in the shoulder, she cried out and turned to throw a knife at one of the archers heads. Another arrow caught her in her leg and she looked up, she froze and did not move even when two men started advancing in her direction. Tyrion ran towards her with a silver platter and slammed it into the back of the enemy's knees while Alleras made short work of the other. Once both men were dealt with Marwyn beckoned them and they dragged Lya under the table.

"What happened to her, poison?" Tyrion asked as he kept an eye out.

"No, there's something wrong with her eyes….and her face." Alleras said while he caught his breath. He was bleeding from his side and checking Lya while Marwyn opened his shirt to tend to his wounds. Tyrion turned to look at Lya's face and eyes but he was distracted by the sight of Alleras' bared very female chest.

"She's one of the faceless" he, she said as she pulled Lya's face and hair off. There was another one underneath with brown hair, striking features and eyes that had gone white.

"What happened to her eyes?" Tyrion asked while he tried to place her face.

"Warg" Marwyn said in a hushed whisper and another dragon cry sounded above them.