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A/N: This is a little bit bigger than the last one so I hope you forgive me for the delay in updating. I was mildly distracted by the episodes of GoT, I have to admit that there are things bothering me on the show and making me a little mad, even to the point where I find myself wondering about some stuff I had planned for the story. Well, it will take some time until I need to change anything, so we will see.
This chapter has a little bit more of interaction between Robb and Visenya, I hope you enjoy it!
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In the Riverlands – 299 AC
Catelyn and Brienne enjoy walking through camp in the very early morning, because it is a time where few are awakened. Catelyn doesn't like being watched and she knows that she is, Robb had been more than clear that she was, he didn't trust in her – not after she had wanted to imprison Tyrion Lannister or that she had tried to escape to go to King's Landing and speak to Ned, which now she knows it would only had given Joffrey more reason to excuse his order in killing her husband. The red haired woman stops in her tracks when she sees the Martell princess on the training yard they had built yesterday, she and her protector are circling each other.
She had heard about the other woman's prowess in fighting, something that had intrigued Brienne and since the blonde had been a little better to get up from her bed and walk a little Catelyn knows that she had hoped on catching a hint of the Martell woman, especially in training. From the corner of her eyes she sees that Brienne wishes to see the other woman in her training and so she steps closer to the scene, lips quirking up at Brienne's contained curiosity and excitement.
Catelyn is surprised by the woman's quick feet and if the red markings in her protector's arms are anything to go by she is strong. She is agile in bending out of the way, doing high kicks and doing cartwheels. "She is crying." Brienne notes from Catelyn's side and it is the first time the red haired woman focuses on Visenya's face. There are tear tracks mingling with her sweat, her eyes are rimmed red, when the dothraki man hits her in the stomach and steps away Catelyn sees how the woman sobs, not in pain from the hit that much is clear.
The Martell woman looks up tears pouring out of her eyes and she goes into position again, holding her hands in front of her face and waiting for the dothraki to approach, he speaks to her and she narrows her eyes even with tears falling it is full of anger and despair. Visenya tries to make him fight but he only bends out of the way and it makes her stop and Catelyn sees her holding out the scream that is clearly lodged in her throat.
Visenya turns from him and it is then that she sees the two women and very quickly her features become stony, her purple eyes glacier even when some tears still make way out of her beautifully colored eyes and with every grace of a well-bred woman she cleans the evidence of her crying. "Lady Stark" she curtsies and does the same for Brienne "It is good to see you out of your sick bed, knight Brienne." Catelyn notices that the way she addressed Brienne was not done in a way to gain the favor of the tall woman, but only a way of showing she respected Brienne's wishes.
"Thank you, princess Visenya" Brienne offers and Visenya nods and her protector comes to stand closer to her, his frame towering over the small woman.
"Is everything alright, princess?" Catelyn asks still finding it odd to call her that, but it was tradition and she was extremely curious to know what the reason for Visenya's tears was. If possible the other woman's back turn even tenser and Catelyn has the urge to comment on it but she holds her tongue, knowing that angering the woman will only make Robb distrust her even more. Her son seemed quite taken with Oberyn's daughter.
Visenya nods "As alright as war permits it to be" Catelyn can see that the woman wants to brush her brusquely away, but doesn't because she is the mother of the King in the North "If you will excuse me, Lady Stark, Losso and I were about to go hunting."
Catelyn knows that it is a lie, but nods anyway at her words and watches as Visenya curtsies again, turns on her feet and goes towards her dothraki horse, straps the quivers to her back and holds to the bow while guiding her horse with only one hand, her protector follows behind with only his strange looking sword. Before they can make it to the trees Theon calls for the princess and makes her wait to accompany her and Losso.
The redhead also turns on her heels but she is going towards her son's tent, knowing that he would very much like to know that his ally was looking a little unstable.
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Theon knows that the princess wished he had not seen them going towards the woods nor had him insisted on coming with them. He had seen the way her eyes were red rimmed, her posture taut and Losso seemed more protective than before. He sees that she didn't actually want to hunt but wanted to run with her horse, he feels somewhat guilty over it, but he knows that the northern lords would be suspicious if she had gone alone and Robb wouldn't like it one bit.
He rolls his eyes thinking about how taken Robb was to the one ahead of him. Robb thought no one noticed that his affections were growing for the Martell princess, but he had already heard a comment from Greatjon "If our king wasn't so besotted with her I would offer your hand to her" he had said to his son and it seemed that Smalljon hadn't been opposed to the idea. Visenya had gathered the fondness of many northern lords, but still some were fearful that she would betray them.
Losso speeds away from them and he takes that moment to approach her horse. She looks at him from the corner of her eyes and he sees the shimmer in her purple eyes and knows that she is trying not to cry, he clears his throat not comfortable with talking with weeping ladies.
She sees his discomfort and chuckles at his clear uneasiness "You do not have to say anything, lord Greyjoy" her voice is somewhat croaky, not the confident tone she always speaks.
"You do not seem one to easily cry, princess."
His comment brings a quirk to her lips, he almost sighs relieved in not making anything worse "When father finds us crying he asks us the same question he had asked Obara when he found her 'will you chose the spear or the tears?'" she shakes her head and some of the tension in her shoulders disappear. "When he asked me the first time, I remember thinking that I wanted neither and I told him so" she looks at him and Theon can't help his interest from showing in his face.
"What did he say?"
"'A Martell choses the spear and all of my daughters make that choice without hesitation Visenya.' I remember wanting to lash out at him, to point out that my uncle didn't say that to my cousin Arianne, but I just ran away from him" she scoffs remembering the day "I was able to escape the Old Palace and as I was reaching the stables he was there waiting for me and he hands me a small spear 'let's use your mother's stubbornness to train, then." She smiles proudly at what her father had said to her and Theon understands, it is a strong and powerful feeling when someone says you resemble a parent you didn't know. "So yes, lord Greyjoy, I do not cry easily, but when I do I like to be active."
He chuckles "That answers your spur of the moment training with Losso and this half brained hunting travel." She shrugs not in the least sorry about her actions and he can still see that she is deeply upset "What has happened?"
"My grandfather was killed" his horse almost stops with the tension he puts in the reigns, he hears himself sputtering a condolence with a followed question of what happened, he wants to wince at his insensitiveness but he knows she understands that this is a subject that it will have to be discussed. "Stannis had called him telling him that he was loyal to Dragonstone" she scoffs at the notion and mutters something about Stannis not being the dragon they were loyal to "grandfather went to buy us more time thinking that Stannis was still a reasonable lord. He isn't, he imprisoned Monford and two nights ago he burned my grandfather alive along with others as an offering to his new god, R'hllor."
"Who is at the seat of the house?"
"My uncle, Monterys, he will hold the alliance with Daenerys and the North, especially now that he will want to kill Stannis, but he will wait until the time is right." Suddenly she stops her horse and takes aim with her bow, before Theon can blink she shoots the arrow and it hits a rabbit. "Monterys is strong willed, a great commander and intelligent, the North doesn't need to worry about him."
Theon nods and takes a shot to another roaming rabbit. She smirks knowing that he didn't want to be left behind in their little hunting trip. She laughs feeling lighter when minutes after he had been gloating about having shot the bigger rabbit, Losso comes back with a dear on the back of his horse. He only takes a look to Visenya before they are prowling on the forest, wanting to catch better game or at least more than two flimsy rabbits.
On those few hours she passes with Theon Greyjoy she finally understands why the King seemed to like him so much and in turn Theon could see what else Robb had seen beneath her pretty package and he is pleased when she tells him he has the liberty of calling her by her given name, he can't help the smirk from lodging in his lips, knowing how much this development will annoy Robb, until now it was only Jon that had been given this liberty and much like he had thought when Jon was allowed, he knows she only gave it to him because she might consider him slightly above ally, but still not quite her friend.
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Jon approaches Theon and Visenya as they are handing their hunt to the cook. Robb had been pacing inside his tent after Catelyn had come to tell him about her encounter with the Martell princess. He can still practically feel the tension that grew on that small space with what Catelyn was saying and was suggesting.
"She was clearly distressed, Robb." Catelyn affirms her lips pressed in a line and Jon can see that her eyes are taking every movement her son makes and how he narrow his eyes at her or how his hands turn into fists or his jaw flexes. Brienne is looking at their interaction with interest and he can't blame her, she is still new and has offered her services to protect Catelyn – something Robb could not refuse, though he knows it can prove to be problematic to his mother have an able knight that is not loyal to him and could do anything the woman asks.
Jon sees his brother sighing trying to control himself "We do not know what happened, mother." Robb remembers the older woman "I, myself was distressed weeks ago, was I not?" Catelyn sputters and wants to deny it, so she changes tactics.
"It doesn't concern you that she didn't warn anyone about this hunting trip? You were lucky Theon saw her leaving with the brute of a man she keeps around herself" Jon sees when the accusation Catelyn is spouting doesn't sit well with his brother.
Jon had noticed how his brother seemed to gravitate towards Visenya, he doesn't blame his brother, she is beautiful but there is something else that makes her stand out even more to his brother, Jon was endeared with her especially since she was one of the first people to ask how he would like to be called instead of just calling him 'Snow'. Robb was very much attracted to her and Jon knows that Visenya was also, but she had a better control, she would pull away when she thought she had revealed too much, she would put some space between them, knowing that it could be ill perceived – that some lords could accuse his brother of falling to her charms as if she was a temptress.
"What concerns me is what type of news made her be distressed" Robb answers firmly and Jon sees that Catelyn sighs knowing that right now whatever else she says to him it would only aggravate him more and she is on thin ice with his brother.
He doesn't really needs to say anything to either of them, Visenya only throws his way a small smile and they all turn on their feet to go towards his brother's accommodations. Jon had never seen the purple eyed woman look so sedate, it was like the fiery temper that was always lurking behind her purple orbs had been extinguished and he imagines that Robb won't be too thrilled about it.
When he enters the room first, he is glad that it seemed that Robb was more relaxed. He goes to stand close to his brother and watches as his brother frowns in worry when he sees Visenya, Jon knows that Robb wants to ask her what was wrong but at the very least he waits until the young woman takes a seat in front of him.
"I am sure you have already been warned about me being… upset" Jon sees her eyes glazing over as if remembering something, but she pushes on, before Robb can say anything to her. "I have received word from Driftmark, my uncle Monterys is the new head of the house." Jon wants to wince, hearing the underlying message in her words, her grandfather was dead and he sees that she is passing Robb a letter and Jon swiftly turns his eyes from the scene of Robb holding onto her hand an apologetic twist of his lips for her and she nodding a small sad smile taking place on her features, it seemed much too private for him to be watching.
Jon only looks back towards the scene when Robb takes a seat to her right and reads the letter. When he is finished Jon can see that he has a slight conversation without words with the Martell princess and he tries to school his features to not show how much that surprised him. She nods at whatever his brother had told her in their silent conversation, he just finds the letter being held to him, he takes it in an instant.
After he reads he can understand why she was so upset, he turns to Theon offering the letter to him but the heir to Pike shakes his head and Jon tries not to let his surprise show that Theon already knows what it is going on, that Visenya trusted the other man enough to confide in him.
Theon can see clearly the tension in the room and that Robb seems at lost for words or even what to do, the same could be said to Jon, so with a sigh he takes a seat across from her "What can you say about this R'hllor god?"
Visenya looks gratefully at him and he ignores the frown that Robb sports while looking at the two of them, well, Robb had clearly stated that they should treat her with respect and amicably that was what he was doing. "R'hllor is the god of light, heat and life and he is in an eternal battle over the fate of the world against the Great Other who is the god of ice and death."
Jon shudders at her words, he can't help but think about the strange things he had seen while at The Wall.
"It is said that they will battle until Azor Ahai returns wielding a flaming sword called Lightbringer, the Red Sword of Heroes, and raise dragons from stone."
"And Stannis believes himself to be this... Azor Ahai?"
Visenya nods at Theon's inquiry "I had heard that a red priestess had made its way to Dragonstone, but I had not given any thought." She shakes her head and rolls her eyes "This red priestess only made the mistake of believing someone without Valyrian blood would be able to control dragons."
"What do you mean?" Jon finds himself asking her and she shrugs.
"It was not only the power of the dragons that never allowed for Valyria to be taken by the Rhyonar or the Ghiscari, it is said that they had tried to control the dragons and those who were obviously not dragonlords were destroyed. The dragons only obeyed those that belonged to the Valyrian Stronghold, no one ever understood why and that is why they wanted to keep the linage pure, well, at least that is what my grandfather thought."
"Then why the Targaryens continued with this tradition even after there weren't any more dragons?"
"They were the last ones of the dragonlords, in their minds they had to maintain it in case the dragons truly came back. Daeron had prophetic dreams about it and some before him which was enough for them to want to make the line as pure as possible."
"Rhaegar married your aunt" Jon points out not knowing why he wanted an answer to that, why he wanted to understand more the Targaryens and in a certain way the Valyrian culture.
She nods a small smile settling in her lips and it was clear that she favored this distraction to the hurt she was feeling "Queen Rhaella lost many children before having Viserys, who was much younger than Rhaegar and obviously not female and Daenerys was only born in the middle of the war, there wasn't a way for them to keep the line as pure as they would want."
"What about your mother?"
She shakes her head "It would have been the preferred choice of King Aerys, but with his paranoia growing he was not the one that searched for a bride and Steffon Baratheon thought that there was need to have Dorne closer to the royals, to bend us more to the throne." A warm smile settles in her lips and her eyes glazes over remembering something "Besides my grandfather wouldn't let my mother near Aerys not even if she was promised to be queen."
Theon shakes his head "Thank you for the Valyrian lesson, but what does it mean to have this… red priestess on Stannis' fold?"
"I cannot answer that. I only know that we need to be careful."
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Astapor – 299 AC
She feels fire burning in her veins as she looks at the face of Kraznys mo Nakloz, the man thought himself smart to speak in Valyrian so that she couldn't understand him or his crass words when referring to herself. She wants to remind him that she is the blood of old Valyria, that she is a Targaryen, the mother of dragons, she carries fire and blood in her veins, not him and the language he speaks is her ancestral language.
Dany also wants to burn him and all the other slavers to the ground. Jorah may have thought that they would be buying the Unsullied, but she couldn't do that, she couldn't buy anyone, it reminded her too much of how she was sold. She still loves Drogo, she will never love someone as she loved her husband, but it did not erase the fact that Viserys had sold her to Drogo, for an army. Drogon seems to be attuned with her feelings as she feels him pulling on the chains that she holds loosely, it is almost as if he is anticipating what she will do next.
The slaver in front of her continues to curse at her and she pretends to not understand waiting patiently for Missandei to translate his words to her. When she is given the whip, she controls her features to not sneer at the slaver as she hands the chain that is holding Drogon to the man. Her son cries as if not understanding what she is doing and it only makes her blood burn more, with a firm hand in the whip she speaks to the Unsullied.
"Dovaogēdys!" Daenerys yells at the men in front of her and they stand to attention, it makes something in her grow a certainty of what she is doing "Naejot memēbātās!" she can feel a smile turning on her lips but quietly schools her features and calls for them "Kelītīs."
Dany hears Kraznys mo Nakloz speaking towards Missandei not yet noticing that she can understand every word that he speaks and so when she turns to him answering before Missandei has the chance to translate to her she rejoices in his face of surprise but is saddened that he still doesn't quite understand the power that she has now. "Zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor." Her valyrian blood boils more fervently under her skin as he questions her ability to speak her language "Nyke Daenerys Jelmāzmo hen Targārio Lentrot, hen Valyrio Uēpo ānogār iksan." She holds her head high feeling not for the first time as if she is her ancestor Aegon that she is as powerful as him and she knows she is – she carries his blood "Valyrio muño ēngos ñuhys issa." She turns back to the Unsullied and she hears herself roaring like a dragon to them, telling them to slay every slave master, to only leave the children alive and free every slave.
She feels the worry of Barristan Selmy and Jorah behind her and hears the fear that is suddenly creeping on Kraznys mo Nakloz, he demands her to be killed and in that moment the words of her house has never been clearer to her "Fire and Blood" as she turns back to the slaver and she feels her connection to Drogon strengthen, becoming one as she gives one simple command to her child "Dracarys."
As she watches the battle of the Unsullied against the slaver masters she is certain that she is finally taking control of her ancestry, that she is now a true Targaryen like Aegon when he left Valyria and conquered Westeros, when her ancestors had dragon magic and hadn't had the coin flip so many times to the wrong side. She remembers Visenya telling her when they were younger that she had the blood of the dragons, her friend had always been correct, perhaps the brunette had some magic as well to recognize it in Daenerys.
The violet eyed woman cannot wait to see Visenya's face when she finally sees the dragons, she will have to send a letter to Visenya to let her know that she has secured an army and that she will now head to Meeren to secure ships and free the people there – Slaver's Bay will be no more. Her ambitiousness surprises even herself, perhaps she has more than Aegon's blood: she is the combined blood of his sisters and him.
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King's Landing – 299 AC
As Varys walks through the city's streets he is reminded of his past, of when he didn't have a coin in his pocket, when he was nothing to the eyes of others, that he was only one more in the line of the beggars and poor of the city. He always does this exploration of the city to see if the ruler is taking good care of the realm, nothing better than to see the streets in King's Landing and how it fares, if the city where their ruler resides is not well, than it is safe to say that the realm must be in the same state. Under King Aerys reign there was always tension around the city, no one knowing what would be the whim of their ruler and what it would mean to the common folk, but Rhaegar was good in taking as much care as he could of the poor without his father thinking he was trying to take the Iron Throne.
Then came Robert, who had no desire to rule – Varys rolls his eyes at that, it always seemed a moot point to Robert's Rebellion, go through so much trouble over Lyanna Stark without the aspiration to become a king, couldn't he have tried to speak with her prior than call to his armies? – Robert was such a fool and the realm would have suffered greatly if not for Jon Arryn and it all went up in the air after he was killed.
Now, Cersei was more interest in the title than what entails, she likes the power of calling herself Queen, of being the Queen Mother and having more power than she had while Robert was alive, but she didn't use it in favor of her subjects she wanted to use it to make every lord bend the knee to her, to show the strength of the Lannister House. He rolls his eyes thinking of her lack of sight, she will only be remembered as the one that was behind the beginning of the war of the Five Kings.
Joffrey couldn't even be called a King he was only a spoiled evil little man, his blood boils when thinking about the blond 'king', the way he treated everyone around him and how clearly he couldn't care less about the realm, being very similar to his mother in wanting everyone to bend the knee in his presence. He sighs tiredly, he only wants what is best for the people and he knows that Daenerys with the guidance of the Dorne will be their safest choice.
He turns on his heels and he is stopped by one of his little birds who return to him with news of what the Queen is hiding. His blood freezes with what is relayed to him, he wants to rush through the streets and find Tyrion, he might be a Lannister but he is doing what he can for the realm and dare Varys admit, he trust the other man. He knows he mustn't show that something disturbed him, or else he and Tyrion will tip Cersei of their findings, he is curious to know what would Jamie say if he found what his dear sister is planning on doing, would that be enough to turn him to another side? He hurries a little wanting to find Tyrion as quickly as he can, this certainly isn't a matter that can wait.
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Varys takes a big breath as he sees the rows upon rows of wildfire storage beneath the Sept, he takes a look at Tyrion and sees his expression mirrored on the other man, but there is something else on the blond dwarf, helplessness. Varys imagines that this is the point where Tyrion is certain that there would be no way to help his sister – that she is as deranged as the Mad King, that their father wouldn't tell his sister to get rid of the dangerous concoction – it might be useful against a foe. Jaime is the only one Varys and Tyrion don't know where he would stand when he discovered this.
"There is no hope for the realm is there?" Tyrion asks knowing how well they are alone with the dangerous mixture. Varys sees this moment as a way to bring Tyrion to his fold, he would be a good ally to have – strong dislike towards Tywin, if not the smartest man in Westeros one of the most and truly worries for the people under him, it also doesn't hurt that he is a recognized heir of Tywin, it could be enough to break Casterly Rock in the middle, even if Tyrion think that none would follow him.
"Not with your sister and father controlling the realm, I am afraid" Tyrion looks surprised with the candor in Varys' voice, the eunuch was always so careful with his words, never leaving his true thought for anyone to see. Tyrion also knows that his friend isn't inferring that he would be a better fit for King, he means someone else.
Varys shakes his head not willing to say anything else to the other man, knowing that those simple words would be enough to plant the seed he wants to grow on Tyrion and then there won't be much for him to do to have the blond dwarf in favor of Daenerys.
Cersei had made a mistake, but it was Tywin that made the biggest mistake in thinking his dwarf son wouldn't be much of anything, he might be the answer to bring Daenerys to Westeros, Visenya is being pulled into too many directions and so many distractions can slow them down, but not Tyrion he will be able to concentrate only on Daenerys.
Varys cannot wait until his friend comes to him asking about Daenerys, he knows that the other man will find out who he is supporting without Varys needing to tell him.
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Somewhere near the Twins – 299 AC
Visenya wants to tear the paper she has in her hand into little pieces, the letter had arrived that morning when she was going towards Robb's tent, having agreed with him to spend the day with him, after all they had much to discuss now that they were at the Twins doorstep. When the soldier had given her the letter that had arrived through raven, she had immediately recognized the seal, it was from her cousin, Arianne.
She had put in the back of her mind until now, when Robb himself looked immersed in papers, she honestly didn't want to read it, pretend she had never received, knowing that it came from her cousin it was reason enough for her to know that whatever was written there wouldn't be well wishes and rainbows. She had been right. Arianne had been angry not having been picked for the mission of tracking down Daenerys and coming North to have an agreement with the King in the North. What angered Visenya the most was "While I appreciate what you have done for us, it is time you returned, you must understand how this matter is something designated for the future head of the house."
Arianne couldn't be serious or actually believe that she would just pack her things because the older woman had told her to. Her cousin would be much too arrogant to deal with the northern and the alliance could suffer for it, not only that but if she as much as travel near what Tywin is calling a rebellion against the crown it will be enough for the Martell to admit they are plotting against Joffrey.
"Is everything alright?" She hears Robb asking, concern bleeding in his tone and she raises her eyes to look at him. His blue eyes are slightly narrowed in concern, his hair tousled from passing his hand through it whilst he read the documents scattered around the table, cheeks warm from sitting too close to the fire because he knows she is much more sensitive towards the cold than he is. She is about to nod when he cocks his head to the side and she can't help the skip of her heart, that simple movement makes him all the more irresistible and all the more impossible to lie to.
She huffs throwing the letter to the fire, lips turning up as she watches it burn "My cousin, Arianne, is demanding I go back to Dorne." She looks back to him when she hears his intake of breath, his eyes are hardened and his lips are pressed into a straight line, showing his clear disproval of the request.
Visenya had always noticed how attractive the young king was, but she had never expected to interest his eye, after all she hadn't been raised to be the lady of a house, she hadn't been trained to draw marriages proposals, she wasn't a graceful and demure lady like she had seen in her travels around Westeros ladies to be and believed that it was what every lord wished in a wife. She had been raised to fight, to be at sea, to travel and be herself. She honestly thought she would marry if it was her father's orders or someone from Essos or no one at all. Now she begins to see that she might had actually attracted the young king as much as he had done to her, she saw how her father's values and the ones that reigned on dornish culture about women were slightly equal to what they had in the North.
"You'll go?" he asks trying to unclench his jaw and she tries not to read too much in his reaction, he was only preoccupied in their alliance as she should be as well.
She shakes her head in no "Arianne doesn't command me, but" she sighs thinking about how her not coming back would mean to Arianne of her disrespecting the order of the future head of the house, it would cause a strain in their family, Visenya wouldn't put behind her cousin in gathering allies and supporters to her cause as if Visenya would contest the seat of the house. Robb prompts her to continue and she blinks a little owlish having been lost in thoughts and plans of action, she melts into the chair tired and it wasn't even close to night "Arianne will think that by refusing her order I will want to contest her claim to the seat of the house."
He frowns "Would you?"
She laughs and shakes her head at the ridiculousness of the thought, she is not even the second heir or even the fourth to the seat of the house "I would never do that to her." He cocks his head to the side in question and she shrugs "To hold that seat was everything she ever wanted, it is everything to her and she is always frightened someone will take it from her, whether it were her brothers because they were males or me because I had traveled across Dorne and have good standings with every House." She gives him a small smile "Be the ruler of my house was never something I wanted."
"What do you want?"
"Besides revenge and winning this war?" he nods and she turns silent thinking about it and surprises herself with the answer "Perhaps a peaceful life."
He chuckles nodding "I would like that too."
His eyes are locked to her, the blue in his irises becoming the clearest she had ever seen, she could see the want of that future, a future where he wouldn't be fighting battles that he and his family would be safe back home, that his people were safe, she could see something else there – something she couldn't name, but it made a blush spread across her cheeks. He opens his mouth ready to speak, but they are interrupted by Jon entering quickly.
"A man arrived claiming to be Bors Toland and he has a -" Jon doesn't get to finish his phrase because as she had heard the name she was already on her feet rushing out of the tent, Robb behind her.
The young wolf sees her running to the entrance of their camp, the soldiers surrounding the strange man part slightly so that the unknown man is shown. Bright green eyes, brown sun kissed skin, dark colored hair and a stocky figure make for the man which she calls "Bors!" as she draws near them. She stops running to walk briskly towards the man who immediately drops into a bow she scoffs at it and the man straightens his back a smile coming to his lips, she passes by the soldiers and extends her hand for the other man.
They hold each other's forearms "Your sisters thought you would appreciate a known face" he says and retrieves from one of his pouches a letter with the seal of the Martell house after releasing her arm. With a small smile she takes the offered letter "They also sent another present, though he is not easy to keep tabs on."
Robb sees the way Visenya starts to look around and then with a strong voice calls for whoever they had been talking about "Aegion" she seems to be holding her breath and she only lets it out after something starts to come out the forest. He sees his men tensing, Grey Wind growling and he draws closer to Visenya when he sees that it is a tiger coming their way. She moves towards the beast who when it is close enough to her starts to purr, Visenya starts to pet the gigantic cat and when she turns towards them again, her smile is the purest he had ever seen in her face "I take it you have much to tell me."
Bors Toland nods towards her and with a sigh she takes her hand from Aegion's fur going back to them, the cat following her footsteps. "Then you will tell me while you rest a bit before going back to my sisters."
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Translations:
Dovaogēdys! Naejot memēbātās! – Unsullied! Forward march!
Kelītīs – Halt.
Zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor – A dragon is not a slave.
Nyke Daenerys Jelmāzmo hen Targārio Lentrot, hen Valyrio Uēpo ānogār iksan – I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, of the blood of Old Valyria.
Valyrio muño ēngos ñuhys issa – Valyrian is my mother tongue.