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LoneButterfly05: I personally loved Jaime and thought he was making a change in season 8 before going back to Cersei, that did not make sense. But yes, choosing Baela, a daughter he can love publicly and claim as his, would be smarter than returning to his abusive twin. I hope you like what I have planned for Robb and Jaime both!
Wolfygirlxx: So would I but as this chapter will give a 'watch it Freys' with the way they're going to do their direct heir to the North.
Chapter Thirty-Nine- XXXIX: The Little Lion Escapes
(Northern Army)
Rhaenyra was not surprised that Robb was angry at her for not attempting to find Bran, despite knowing Rhaella turned back when she flew too far from the Wall once she passed it. Unlike Silverwing, Queen Alysanne's dragon, refused to, like other dragons before hers as well. Though she feels like she understands why, with what is to come, maybe her dragons were born with the ability to fly over the ice wall.
"Robb," Rhaenyra called as she entered to see her husband brooding over the map where the north lay. "My love," she greeted, kissing his shoulder as she came from behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist as he cupped her arms to acknowledge her. "Lord Commander Jeor Mormont has sworn to have his rangers on the lookout for Bran, Meera, and Jojen. Summer will be harder to spot as he'd kow where they were. We cannot just drop everything to go back for him. Or so everyone else has told me," Rhaenyra smiled softly with a small sigh.
"He walks with a cane is not even ten and two yet. How can you say that? What if he was our son, Eddard?" Robb asked as Rhaenyra narrowed her eyes. Still fresh from birthing her twins, even mentioning them being in danger was dangerous waters with the young mother.
"One? That would never happen as I would have stayed at the Keep while you warred. It is not uncommon," she commented as he smirked at her words, words she's used to give the reason for her to come fight. "Two? He is a Stark, he has his direwolf companion and two other human companions, one of whom I was told is a very agile, smart, cheerful disposition, respectful and protective young lady. Those were all things I was told by Shireen as I spent time with her," Rhaenyra said as Robb narrowed his eyes.
"Why do I feel an offer is about to come up?" he asked as Rhaenyra smiled.
"Because you know me too well. I was going to suggest, once we find them safe and well, a marriage betrothal between Meera and Bran," Rhaenyra suggested as Robb sighed with a small groan. He knew she was thinking correctly and marrying his brothers to certain girls in spots of the Westeros kingdom. He worried who she'd choose for Sansa once his sister was back with them, she would no doubt give a good marriage so she would not have to marry the girl to a Frey.
"Why am I not surprised?" Robb smiled. "Do you have everything planned out for our family?" he asked, not in a cruel way but curious. He has done nothing but plan for this war and prayed to return home to help get everything set into place for their rule. Robb would be very happy if his intelligent wife helped him in this part.
"No, not everything. But a few things to help us get started," Rhaenyra smiled softly as her husband chuckled while bringing her closer. He kissed her head as she listened to his heartbeat before loud wails reached the young couple who smiled.
"Ah! That will take some time to get used too," Robb commented as she giggled. Giving him a small kiss before Baela came in with Eddard who wailed as Daenaera whimpered while Valaena held the baby close to soothe her.
"Here we go," Baela soothed the baby as Rhaenyra undid her robe and allowed her son to quickly latch on as he happily did so. Grunting softly as he suckled while she held his fist, kissing it softly. Robb gently held his daughter while studying her. He had missed two and a half months with his twins and would do what he could to learn everything about them. Kissing her forehead as she watched him with her Tully blue eyes, though Robb saw flecks of purple in them, he wondered if they'd change or the purple would become more pronounced with her Tully blue.
"They latch on much better than they used to before," she spoke softly as Eddard held her finger while she stroked his hand. Kissing his fist softly as she looked at him with adoration.
"Oh, good. I was worried about that. They hated the wetnurses and struggled to feed from you in the beginning," Baela frowned as Robb looked up.
"What?" he asked, surprised.
"The twins struggled to feed properly, they'd nurse but soon they'd detach and take a bit to reattach to the breast," Roslin explained quickly as she helped set the queen's attire up and her jewels out as well. Rhaenyra frowned.
"Why are you pulling those out? I am not-"
"Lady Catelyn says you should start to look like a queen rather than just with the crown," Baela said as Rhaenyra laughed while seeing her son finish and laid him down so Robb and her could switch while he burped their son, knowing how to tend to babes before bonding with him as he did with Daenaera.
"You should. Especially when we make the announcement today," Robb said as Baela frowned, turning from helping choose jewel colors.
"Announcement?" Baela asked, blinking at her cousin and leaders.
"The announcement of our heir," Rhaenyra said while settling her daughter who fussed a bit while feeding, kicking her legs out as her mother cooed over her.
"Is it not Prince Eddard?" Roslin asked slowly.
"No, it is not," Robb spoke. Looking the woman straight in the eye as she nodded shakily and bowed her head in respect.
XXXIX
(King's Landing)
Cersei sat there fuming as she listened to rumors from the North about her twin and the mother of his bastard. She decided to write a small letter and have it delivered to Robb Stark's camp so her brother could try and come to her. She heard he was back at their main camp and thought she could convince him to return to their side and their son, to help protect him and help him rule. Cersei was his twin sister, they shared a womb, three beautiful Lannister children together, one of whom sits the Iron Throne and needs his father's protection.
"So, do you know any more from the Northern King's camp?" Lancel asked as he sat on her bed, naked. Cersei felt bored with him but did not wish to find another bedmate with her father so close, his threat of ridding Tyrion of his whore she mentioned that she knew Varys and his sellsword knew about as well, ringing true as she continued to write.
"That is not for you to know," she told him sharply as he huffed about being nothing but someone she just sleeps with when in the mood. But Cersei refused to allow anything else to ever come out unless she was married off and needed a Lannister to cover her children. She could control Lancel to get that if Jaime were to fall in battle as no one would father her children should he still live. So Cersei thought of her twin as she climbed back into bed, taking her pleasure from her cousin.
The next morning, Cersei made her way through the hallways as she heard gossip from some women about the Northern army.
"Her blue dragon was claimed by her cousin," one said.
"The one many say is Jaime's bastard girl?" another whispered but Cersei still heard it. She froze and turned to face their backs.
"Yes. She and the Targaryen girl were seen flying around in Sarsfield just weeks ago. Could you imagine the Targaryen dragons reclaiming the throne? Why else would she be so close? They said she was in Winterfell just months before," the first girl whispered as they continued with their needlework. Cersei slowly approached them as the second girl froze and shot up to curtsy for her queen as the other followed instantly.
"Your Grace," they whispered fearfully.
"You two are to not discuss this any further on pain of death. Regardless if this Snow girl, who they slander is my brother's daughter, she is a bastard and worth nothing," Cersei snarled as the two women nodded fearfully and curtsied before leaving the courtyard as Cersei glared. Feeling her insides boil about Jaime fathering another child with someone else. And he is still with them, angering the Lannister woman as she thought Jaime could have snuck back to their allies in some way. But he has not, and seems to be staying with the Northern army now. If rumors are to be believed, then Jaime has chosen his northern bastard over her children, over their son, who was King and needed the protection of his father. It was why they had removed Ser Barristan, who is with the Northern army too. Cersei marched through the Red Keep now, an irritated look on her face as she made her way through the halls.
"Well, it looks like the prospect of your brother fathering other children seems to upset your sister," Bronn said as Tyrion realized what he needed to do.
"I need to find Varys. He can smuggle you two out," Tyrion said, still watching his sister stomp through the doors of their father's chambers to talk with him, no doubt to try and get to Jaime once more.
"Do you feel comfortable without Shae and myself?" Bronn asked, he did not originally want to leave his employer, who he was seeing as his friend.
"There is no other way," Tyrion said simply as Bronn looked at him.
"Come with us, prove your loyalty as your brother did. And he pushed the second youngest prince from the tower and yet he is a part of the queen's warcouncil," Bronn said quietly as they made it back to Tyrion's chambers of Master of Coin.
"What use am I if I cannot be a spy here? And it would seem less a reason to question you and Shae leaving. I simply am sending my guard off to ensure a woman, whom I do care for deeply and they know this, to a place where she can be safe. If I happen to lose my insight to your departure to where they would assume Essos is your final destination and not Dragonstone," he eyed Bronn who nodded, knowing the plan himself. "Than it would be easier for me to stay here," Tyrion said as Shae came in with a frown, she knew Tyrion wasn't trying to get rid of her, but it did not mean she wanted to leave him.
"I will not leave you," she said.
"Shae. I want you safe, and at the moment safety is once again with Sansa, she will be moved to her brother's camp soon," Tyrion said as Bronn eyed him.
"How do you?" Bronn was stopped by his employer.
"Varys," Tyrion cut his sellsword off. "He has contact still on Dragonstone and with my father's impending attack on Highgarden, they will be leaving soon themselves to defend it," he said.
"Leaving Dragonstone completely?" Bronn asked.
"Varys thinks it's to have it prepared for when Daenerys lands in Westeros. Rhaenyra has already sent someone over to advise her sister to prepare her mind for Westerosi rule," he said as Bronn frowned.
"Wait, Renly Baratheon is no longer pushing to be King?" Bronn asked, confused.
"Until her twin lands in Westeros, he will try to be King," Tyrion said to the sellsword.
"So that means six dragons will be in Westeros soon?" Bronn asked worriedly as Tyrion waved his concern off.
"Unless you do something to upset the dragon queens they should leave you be," he said.
"Not if you are a Lannister within King's Landing," Bronn said, staring the dwarf down. "Tyrion, come with us," Bronn ordered as his friend looked at him confused.
"I can't-"
"You cannot stay here, My Lord," Varys spoke, having come in after Shae. "Your sister is planning your demise or imprisonment in some way. She overheard your niece, Baela Snow, is now a dragon rider to her cousin's dragon, Alysanne," Varys said as Bronn swallowed.
"She has another rider for one of her dragons? How many is that?" Bronn asked nervously, Shae looked nervous as she trailed closer to Tyrion for comfort about the threat of dragons, which actually did scare her.
"She has three, she rides her biggest, my niece chose her gentlest. That leaves the dragon many joked was like a mischievous child. The only other option is a Baratheon or Valaena, Baela's mother," Tyrion said as Bronn nodded.
"If we are leaving, we are leaving in a week's time," he said as the others agreed.
"Agreed, Ser," Varys confirmed before leaving as the three sat together. Tyrion telling them everything he knew about the Targaryen queens and Robb's attack on the Westerlands.
XXXIX
(Dragonstone)
Sansa could not believe what she was hearing. Margaery was pacing herself as she panicked. Highgarden was about to be attacked by Tywin's people.
"They are running out of money and food. My former sister by law and her father are getting desperate," Renly said as he sat in the chair as he stared across the map. Sansa had been allowed to sit in as an advocate for her brother. Melisandre had sent a missive to her former king's brother to tell him and let Sansa know that she was an aunt to a princess and prince. Sansa had been delighted to learn her brother was now a father. Claiming she knew Rhaenyra would do well as a mother. Having helped raise the younger siblings when the maids and nurses could not control the wild children.
"Then let us pray that this comes to an end and she can raise her children safely and with the care of the north," Renly said as he read a letter before folding it and giving it to a surprised Margaery. She read it before looking at him stunned and stuttered.
"Not now, child," Olenna said. "After the meeting. But there is something we must discuss," she announced as Renly nodded and gave her the 'go-ahead' motion. "Daenerys Targaryen plans to sail to Westeros once she gains an army, or well, ships for her Unsullied army," Olenna spoke as her son chuckled.
"Slaves, Mother? What good-"
"Hush," Olenna ordered. "They are no longer slaves, they are free men and are subjegated freely by the other Queen. But aside from the fact that she sails for Westeros and once she does, we will have to pick and choose," she said as many leaned forward.
"Pick and choose, My Lady?" Randal Tarly asked, becoming cautious.
"Choose to side with me as King. Or choose to kneel to Daenerys Targaryen when she comes, which I do suggest if her dragons are just as deadly as her sister's," Renly spoke sharply as he stood, everyone else stood as well. "I implore you, Princess. Send a letter to your brother. You are to return to your family, offer your choice on the matter between you and House Tyrell, your brother will no doubt agree, he seems to be a good alliance. But we are all to set sail for the Reach as quickly as possible with the oncoming winds and winter will be approaching soon," Renly said as everyone followed, bowing or curtsying as he left. Sansa felt horrible that she could not help and only came to a frantic Margaery who burned the parchment she had read.
"Is everything alright?" Sansa asked, worried.
"Yes, Sansa do not worry," Margaery reassured her friend as the girl frowned. "You are to return to your brother, are you happy?" Margaery questioned, taking the girl's arm in her own as they marched off to go help Sansa ready for the long journey.
"Aye, though I cannot wait to marry into your family, I hope we can help protect the Reach," Sansa hoped as Margaery smiled with a nod.
"I hope so too," she laid her head against Sansa's in comfort.
XXXIX
(Northern Army)
Daenaera smiled as her mother flew with her strapped to her chest as Baela did the same with Eddard. Robb smiled at seeing the women fly with the babes to get them used to it. He had agreed that if they are able to have dragons be born once again that their children will, no doubt, ride their own dragons. So when his mother came to him about how the twins were taken up on the dragons once more as Robb and his men planned their march to Casterly Rock.
"Mother, they are safer on dragonback as they can be flown out of danger quickly," Robb defended the decision as she huffed.
Rhaenyra smiled as she flew Rhaella along the banks, the she-dragon shrieking as they passed many. Some actually cheered as they saw the dragons fly over them, many amazed to see a dragon so many years after the last Targaryen dragon's death during Aegon III's reign. Baela laughed as she held a cooing Eddard as he smiled while burying his face in her chest as she soothed him. Daenaera looked around before returning her face to her mother's bosom, clinging to her tunic as Rhaenyra looked over everything with a happy smile as she enjoyed feeling the air rushing around her. Hoping they could keep doing this, hoping she survived the war and her children, Rhaenyra prayed she could have more children then just her twins soon.
Alysanne's shriek made her turn to see Baela motion to return to camp as Rhaenyra nodded and turned her dragons to head back before spying something. With a frown, Rhaenyra flew faster and even Rhaenys shrieked in confusion before trying to keep up with her mother, Baela had to do the same to prevent from being separated from her. Rhaella had flown higher to prevent being seen, her sisters following her example. There, Rhaenyra saw the Lannister army marching along the King'sroad to the Reach as Rhaenyra realized where they were going. Before flying back with her cousin, children, and dragons to tell Robb.
XXXIX
"You wish to send Jon to Essos? To Daenerys? What if she sees him as an enemy. She did not grow up with him and to find out that he is her nephew," Edmure said.
"My sister wishes for more family, more like us," Rhaenyra spoke softly as many quieted down, Wylla softly rocking Daenaera in her arms as Catelyn held Eddard.
"I am sending my cousin to his aunt, yes. But I am also sending an offer to her. One, I hope she would accept once she reads it and thinks it over, hopefully," Robb spoke as he stood amongst his people.
"And if she does not, Your Grace?" Jaime asked curiously.
"Then I will go to her myself and ensure she remains the Southern queen, not attempt to take control of our Kingdom's lands," Rhaenyra told them as Robb looked down, hoping Daenerys agreed. But worried about what many spoke. "But I do know she is coming West, I do plan to send Jon but a handful of others to ensure alliances and that she knows how different Westeros is now," she said as others agreed. "Renly Baratheon already knows this. He's to continue proclaiming himself king until she arrives," Rhaenyra said as Stiorra stepped forward.
"My people have offered their ships for you to send an envoy to your sister," the brunette offered as her queen nodded.
"And I thank you, my friend," Rhaenyra nodded as her guard bowed her head too.
"And now that this business is settled, there is another we must discuss," Robb said as many perked up. "It is the status of our heir," he said as some frowned.
"Is it not your son, Your Grace?" Roose Bolton asked.
"No, like the Dornish the women of the north have been shown to be stronger than southron women. My daughter, Daenaera Stark, will be my heir and the future queen," he decided as some agreed while others murmured, specifically some Freys who eyed the King in distaste.
"Does your daughter have a betrothed yet, Your Graces?" one man asked as Rhaenyra shook her head.
"Not at the moment. We will decide this after we take Casterly Rock," Rhaenyra said as she stood and approached the map. "We will take some time to send the letters and the right people with Jon to negotiate Daenerys's terms," Rhaenyra said as her people looked to one another before the lords stood and bowed in understanding and agreed with their queen's choice. To keep Daenerys happy, they had to try to give her some things for it to be easy for her to be a second queen of Westeros with her twin as the other queen.
"Then let us pray to the Gods that she agrees," Oberyn spoke as Rhaenyra nodded. She was unaware of who was heading to her and how she was to act, but she was also unaware of Cersei's letter making its way to her camp. She only hoped her new found trust in Jaime did not end with her death or her dragons' death.
XXXIX
(Daenerys)
"How many?" Daenerys asked as she sat with her people and council.
"Two thousand, Your Grace. Armored and mounted," Ser Jorah said as Daenerys frowned.
"Enough to make a difference?" she questioned.
"Yes," Raynor agreed as shrugged.
"It's hard to collect wages from a corpse. I'm sure the sellswords prefer to fight for the winning side," Daenerys said as her men agreed.
"I imagine you're right," Raynor commented to her as she looked at him.
"I'd like to talk to the Titan's Bastard about winning," Daenerys said as Raynor paused.
"He may not agree to meet," Ser Jorah reminded.
"He will. A man who fights for gold can't afford to lose to a girl," Daenerys commented as the men chuckled. "They will come," she reassured them, looking at her dragons with loving eyes as Drogon lifted his growing head to trill her in greeting.
"Come, Your Grace. You should be resting out of the sun and with your daughter," Raynor urged as she nodded. Daenerys understood what Raynor's job was; to teach her the correct ways of the Southeron Queen way, teaching her Westerosi lady traits that he saw Rhaenyra learn, he also knew the southeron ways because of Valaena who used to tease the girls her training was a lot harder on Driftmark before going to King's Landing. Irri and other Dothraki felt uncomfortable about her adopting new ways but understood her homeland was different from Essos. Missandei took care to learn as well so she was of more use to Daenerys in the West.
So, many days later as Daenerys giggled while cooing over her daughter, Rhelli squealed, kicking her legs out and pulling her mother's hair. Missandei watched over her, smiling softly at her queen's bonding moment with her daughter.
"Khaleesi," a dothrak called as she sighed while pulling away from her upset daughter who whined as Irri came to take her.
"Yes?" she asked, sharpness in her voice as he paused. Allowing Irri to take her daughter so she was out of danger.
"Warrior leader," he said as Mero came in looking Missandei up and down while grinning, Raynor and Grey Worm pulled her behind them as the northern knight glared at the sellswords, he hated sellswords and tolerated Jorah for his reputation as a former sellsword.
"Your Grace, allow me to present the captains of the Second Sons- Mero of Braavos, Prendahl na Ghezn, and-"
"Daario Naharis," the man cut Raynor off who eyed them suspiciously. As Mero stepped forward.
"You are the Mother of Dragons? I swear I fucked you once in a pleasure house in Lys," he jeered as Raynor glared, gripping his sword as Grey Worm snarled
"Mind your tongue," Ser Jorah reminded. The commander ignored the knights and sat on the couch next to Daenerys, Drogon growled sharply as he eyed the man up and down, insulted. Daario and Prendahl sit nearby.
"Why? I didn't mind hers. She licked my ass like she was born to do it," Mero waggles his tongue suggestively at Daenerys. She does not react.
"That is a whore's job, not a Queen's. Go to a pleasure house and find that there," Raynor warned once more. Mero just laughed before snapping his fingers.
"You, slave girl, bring wine," he ordered Missandei who frowned but acted out of instinct.
"We have no slaves here," Daenerys told them as Mero waved his hand. Ignoring her, Raynor truly hated being in the East. No one would have such disrespect to a child of royal blood in Westeros.
"You'll all be slaves after the battle unless I save you. Take your clothes off and come and sit on Mero's lap and I may give you my Second Sons," he chuckled at his words as Daenerys glared.
"Give me your Second Sons and I may not have you gelded. Ser Raynor, Ser Jorah, how many men fight for the Second Sons?" Daenerys questioned her advisors.
"Under two thousand, Your Grace," Jorah answered.
"We have more, don't we?" Daenerys asked as Raynor spoke.
"Ten thousand Unsullied and Dothraki, Your Grace," Raynor confirmed as the younger man smirked. Missandei serves wine to Mero, he toasts Daenerys and drinks. Missandei served Daario and Prendahl.
"I'm only a young girl, new to the ways of war, but perhaps a seasoned captain like yourself can explain to me how you propose to defeat us," Daenerys said curiously while stroking Rhaegal's cheek as he slithered up to her from behind, laying his growing head across her lap as he enjoyed her attention.
"I hope the knight is better with a sword than he is with a lie. You have eight thousand Unsullied and a small handful of Dothraki," Daario commented as Raynor glared, Cohollo grunted and reached for his weapon as he entered, having returned from another city to retrieve a message for his queen as she took it, seeing it from her sister which intrigued her.
"She has an army and her sister, who is her ally," the northman said as the three men paused.
"Even if your numbers are right, you must admit the odds don't favor your side," Daenerys said as Mero chuckled.
"The Second Sons have faced worse odds and won," Mero deflected as he shrugged.
"The Second Sons have faced worse odds and run," Raynor snarled, showing his disdain for sellswords. Daenerys soothed him by shushing him softly, she knew the hatred in the North for those who use sellswords. Honor and loyalty is what made them, her sister was made of too.
"Or you could fight for me," Daenerys spoke simply. Mero motions for more wine and Missandei obliges. Raynor knew they were just baiting Daenerys, they would not choose a girl over a city that has been around since the creation of Old Valyria. No matter if she has dragons or not.
"We've taken the slavers' gold. We fight for Yunkai," Mero said, confirming Raynor's suspicion.
"I would pay you as much and more," Daenerys deflected before seeing Raynor's shake of his head. Cohollo snapped in Dothrak when Mero sniffs Missandei, who jumps back, startled.
"Our contract is our bond. If we break our bond, no one will hire the Second Sons again," he said.
"It is not as though you are the Golden Company who's banner even says so," Raynor said as the men glared, they did not like this man who acted as though he was higher than them. Though in the North, these men were nothing but bugs to them, less actually, they were worth less than a scavanged carcass.
"Ride with me and you'll never need another contract. You'll have gold and castles and lordships of your choosing," Daenerys claimed as Daario spoke up.
"You have no ships. You have no siege weapons. You have no cavalry," he spoke simply as Raynor glared.
"A fortnight ago, I had no army. A year ago, I had no dragons. You have two days to decide," Daenerys said as Raynor spoke.
"Her Grace does have her ships, they are being built in Skagos made by northern ice men whose ships tear through ice with added men for Her Grace's army. What do your simple ships do? Wade through bodies of fallen slaves and the innocent you slaughter?" Raynor hissed hatefully as Viserion picked up the anger and growing distaste for the sellswords. Daario shot up only to be pulled down by the other who held a hand up, Prendahl understood and knew this man was a Westerosi northman, he's handled a few and recognized
"Why don't you show me your cunt? I want to see if it's worth fighting for," he chuckled as the other two sighed or shook their heads in disapointment with his words and jumped when Drogon reared back, roaring his deepening shrieks that were becoming deeper and more aggressive as he grew. Raynor had warned Daenerys to rein Drogon in as quickly as possible, he was more aggressive than Rhaella who was already battle driven and took her aggressive nature on the Lannister's army. He would become worse as time grew, that was what Daenerys worried, Daenerys did not have others like Rhaenyra did to help when her she-dragons were younger, her Dothraki could only help where they could and she worried who to trust fully. Who would not take control or attempt to kill them to weaken her.
"Nya dare, beza unehtelas jaa engo ozy?" My Queen, shall I slice out his tongue for you? Grey Worm asked as Raynor grinned, chuckling softly as Ser Jorah hissed for him to remain quiet as Daenerys leveled them both with looks.
"Bisi vali ilvyz zentyssy issi." These men are our guests. Daenerys redirected her attention to the men once more. "You seem to be enjoying my wine. Perhaps you'd like a barrel to help you ponder?" Daenerys asks as Mero stands. Daario and Prendahl follow suit. They start to leave with Raynor watching, disdain in his face.
"Good. The Titan's Bastard does not drink alone. In the Second Sons, we share everything. After the battle, maybe we'll all share you," Mero grinned as the guards and Dohraki all growled or snarled a response. Rhaegal dove at one of them as they eyed the dragons cauitously but with amusement while Daenerys clenched her fist behind her reclined position. Daario and Daenerys exchange a glance. Mero gives a lecherous look to Missandei as he passes.
"I'll come looking for you when this is over," he grinned and slapped Missandei's rump as he left with her flinching while another soothed her and pulled her closer. Viserion had slithered down and hissed at the men leaving spating flames at their departure.
"Ser Raynor, if it comes to battle, kill that one first," Daenerys warned, as she continued to watch the men leave, her friendless draining from her instantly.
"Gladly, Your Grace," he agreed, glaring practically seething at not being able to make this man pay for his words.
XXXIX
(King's Landing)
Tyrion followed Varys who snuck him out, Tyrion had already sent Bronn with Shae who made Tyrion swear he was going to follow her. "Your sister has been planning this for quite some time since you became the acting Hand. So you need to leave," Varys said as Tyrion listened. "Sansa has already left Dragonstone and now heads to the Westerlands with the Tyrells who are heading to the Reach," Varys told him.
"Father is going to attack the Reach for it's money and food," Tyrion said as Varys nodded.
"Margaery is having Sansa send Queen Rhaenrya to help them," Varys claimed. "You are to follow Shae and go to King Robb's camp and plead your case, should Sansa arrive before you it should help. But you must go to Daenerys and help bring her to Westeros, Rhaenyra cannot do it alone, Queen Daenerys will need your help," Varys told the dwarf who huffed.
"Help from a Dwarf? May the Gods help her," he scoffed as Varys sighed.
"Yes. May they help us all soon," he hoped with a worried frown to Tyrion's confusion.
XXXIX
End of the chapter. Please tell me what you think!
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