Alright, here's the chapter aligned with season 5 episode 2. We have a fun surprise in the form of a brief change in character POV, as I previously mentioned I was going to experiment with moving forward.

Now, I'm not entirely sticking to canon, as I hope everyone's realized by now. This is an AU, which means certain events have changed because of my character's impact on the story. That's all I'm going to say about that.

We have some fun stuff in this update, along with some not-so fun stuff. Jae has another dream. Plus we've got more Dany/Jae sisterly moments sprinkled in.

As always, I only own my OCs.

Side note: If it's italicized quotes, the characters are speaking Valyrian. If it's bold, the characters are speaking Dothraki.

hāedar means "little sister"

mandia means "older sister"

Mīsio means "protector"

"The Unsullied are too conspicuous." Daario griped as he led Jaenarys and Grey Worm through the alleys of Meereen. Five Unsullied marched behind him, proving his point as people stared with a mix of wonder and horror. "Anyone can see you coming from a mile off. Of course you haven't found any Sons of the Harpy. You haven't, have you?"

"I thought perhaps it was because your mere presence scared them off, or did you and the Second Sons not take Meereen's navy?" Jaenarys quipped, wearing her dragon armor once more, thankfully more used to its weight and design.

"You might have a point." Daario smirked at the princess, who rolled her eyes in jest. "My Second Sons, on the other hand, they drink, they whore, fight in the streets, they blend in. They overhear things in taverns, follow people from the taverns to nice, quiet alleys, break a few fingers, overhear a few more things." The sellsword stopped in front of a door, moving to stand off to the side. "Before you know it…" He nodded and Grey Worm kicked it in before Jaenarys could, spear out. The princess followed behind him, Blackfyre drawn as she grumbled about being beaten.

The group entered the abandoned home, looking around warily, on-guard for an ambush. Grey Worm hummed, turning to Daario. "No one here. We go."

"In a hurry? You're afraid?"

"Unsullied fear nothing."

Jaenarys rolled her eyes as Daario and Grey Worm bickered, choosing to walk around the home as they continued on. "Right. That's your problem. You understood fear once long ago, but you've forgotten what it means. Someone who's forgotten fear has forgotten how to hide."

As Daario walked around Grey Worm, Jaenarys noticed the shelf behind him, then the way the sellsword smirked at it, as if about to prove a point. Having had to deal with the two men arguing all morning, she nudged Daario out of the way and stabbed downward in the space between the third and fourth shelf. A man screamed and crashed from behind it, the wall crumbling with him. He clutched his bleeding thigh, sobbing as the group stared down at him.

"Fear is useful that way. Excellent work, Princess." Daario said as he moved back over to Grey Worm, clapping him on the shoulder. The Unsullied Commander only straightened, joining Jaenarys as she knelt in front of the man's hiding place, Ant dragging him away to be jailed and interrogated. The two most high-ranking members of the Queen's army rummaged through the wreckage, Jaenarys tossing aside two knives while Grey Worm uncovered the gold Son of the Harpy mask. Both stared at it with distaste.

"Let's bring this back to my sister." Jaenarys growled, Grey Worm nodding in agreement.

Jaenarys watched her sister pace around the council table in her chambers. Missandei shifted nervously on her right, and the princess sent her friend a reassuring smile, though it faded as Mossador spoke in the common tongue. "Sons of the Harpy, they want to put a collar back on my neck. On all of our necks. Please, Your Grace, you must kill him."

"It would send a message." Daenerys agreed, looking towards her sister and their friend.

"I think you should exercise restraint, Your Grace." Ser Barristan interjected.

"Why?" The Queen was quick to ask.

"For one thing, he may have valuable information."

"The Son of the Harpy has no more valuable information." Daario spoke up..

Ser Barristan frowned. "How do you know that?"

"Because Jae and I questioned him." Daario winked at the princess. Ser Barristan looked to the youngest Targaryen, who sighed and nodded in confirmation.

"And the information you did get, he is young and poor." Hizdahr reminded the council, Jaenarys staring at the table rather than the former master.

"He is born free." Mossador argued.

"Why should he want to bring back slavery? What did it do for him?" Hizdahr questioned the younger man.

"Perhaps the only thing that gave him pride was knowing that there was someone lower than he was." Daenerys inferred, Jaenarys nodding in agreement.

Mossador shook his head. "They pay him. Great families afraid to do anything." This made the princess pause, considering the freed man's words. "They pay poor man to do it for them."

"And how do you know this?" Hizdahr asked, practically jumping down Mossador's throat.

"Everyone know this."

"I don't know it, and I'm the head of a great family."

Jaenarys scoffed, everyone looking at her as she continued to stare at the table. "Not all heads of great families are as benevolent as you are, Hizdahr." Glancing over at Mossador, she nodded. "If he was offered a means to a better life, that man would do the former masters' bidding. It's something worth considering."

"We do not know what this man did or didn't do. Give him a trial at least. A fair trial." Ser Barristan insisted. "Show all the citizens of Meereen that you are better than those who would depose you. Teach them a better way."

"I do not know the place from where Old Ser comes." Mossador said. "Things maybe are different there, I hope. But here in Meereen, before Daenerys Stormborn and Jaenarys Fireborn, they own us. So we learn much about them or we do not live long. They teach me what they are. Mercy, fair trial, these mean nothing to them. All they understand is blood!"

"But we don't." Jaenarys responded with a gentle tone, her softness cutting through Mossador's anger, and he looked to her. "Mossador, your rage and fear is valid, as is the rest of the freeds'. But we cannot stoop to their level. Meereen can't grow if we keep to the old ways."

Hizdahr opened his mouth, which was when the Queen spoke up. "Thank you all for your counsel." She dismissed them, Mossador and Hizdahr glowering at each other as they rose from their seats. Jaenarys made to follow the freed man, but Ser Barristan stopped her.

"Your Grace, my Princess, a word, please. I beg you."

Daenerys walked over to the man, frowning. "About what?"

"About your father." The twins froze. "About the Mad King."

"The Mad King?" Daenerys snarled.

"Dany." Jaenarys murmured, but her sister paid her no mind.

"You're here to remind us of our enemies' lies?" She snapped, walking around the Ser. "Consider me reminded."

"Your Grace…" The Queen turned to him, wringing her hands. "I served in his Kingsguard. I was at his side from the first. Your enemies did not lie." He insisted gently.

Daenerys swallowed, but Jaenarys only nodded in full agreement. She, unlike her sister, never doubted their father was cruel. Afterall, Viserys's respect for him said all she needed to know about King Aerys. "Go on." The Queen urged.

Ser Barristan breathed deeply. "When the people rose in revolt against him, your father set their towns and castles aflame. He murdered sons in front of their fathers. He burned men alive with wildfire and laughed as they screamed. And his efforts to stamp out dissent led to rebellion that killed every Targaryen except three."

"Let's not forget what our brother did. Rhaegar." Jaenarys clarified as Ser Barristan looked at her in shock. "Did he not start Robert's Rebellion when he stole Lyanna Stark and raped her?"

Ser Barristan shook his head. "Princess, your brother was a good man."

"I'll be sure to pass that along to Robb, Lyanna's nephew."

"I'm not my father." Daenerys spoke before the Ser and the princess could break into an argument.

"No, Your Grace." Ser Barristan smiled. "Thank the gods. But the Mad King gave his enemies the justice he thought they deserved. And each time, it made him feel powerful and right." The man warned. "Until the very end."

Dread filled Jaenarys's heart as she looked at her sister, simply observing her older twin. After a moment's silence, the Queen exhaled. "I will not have the Son of the Harpy executed without a fair trial."

"Your Grace." Ser Barristan bowed to Daenerys, then to Jaenarys. "Princess."

As he left the Queen's chambers, the younger Targaryen twin turned to her sister. "Thank you."

"For what?" Daenerys asked, confused.

Jaenarys smiled. "Listening."

Her twin hummed, nodding. "Thank you as well, for your help today."

Jaenarys shrugged, snorting. "Didn't do much. Mostly made sure Daario and Grey Worm didn't kill one another. They're still as competitive as when they first met."

"Well then, I am truly grateful you joined them." Daenerys laughed. "Join me for a drink?"

The younger Targaryen smiled wide. "I would love to."

As the Queen called for her attendants to bring wine and fruits to snack on, Jaenarys sat close to her sister, reminded of the time they spent together in Pentos, before Viserys sold Daenerys to Drogo. Before everything changed, and they became people the old Jaenarys would have never recognized if she found herself in the future.

Tyrion grumbled as the carriage rolled over the bumpy terrain, staring down in his golden goblet. "There's a bug."

"Yes, best be careful. You might accidentally consume some solid food." Varys responded.

"When I agreed to come with you, did I misrepresent my intentions?" He downed the contents of the goblet in a single swallow, then turned to the Master of Whisperers. "Besides, what else is there for me to do inside this fucking box?"

"You don't like it."

No. "I want to take a walk." Tyrion said instead.

"You can't. Cersei has offered a lordship to the man who brings her your head."

"She ought to offer her cunt. Best part of her for the best part of me." He murmured darkly, before putting on a happier air. "Well, I suppose a box is as good a place for me as anywhere." He was certainly used to one, having spent days locked in the cells of the Red Keep, then trapped inside a smaller compartment upon escaping Westeros.

He almost laughed at the look Varys sent him. "Are we really going to spend the entire road to Volantis talking about the futility of everything?"

"You're right. No point." He grunted wryly, then frowned. "The road to Volantis? You said we were going to Meereen. What's in Volantis?"

"The road to Meereen." Varys responded, and Tyrion didn't love the tone with which he spoke, making sure his face spoke to his displeasure.

"And what do you hope to find at the end of the road to Meereen?"

"I told you. A ruler."

"We've already got a ruler. Everywhere has already got a ruler." Tyrion reminded Varys disinterestedly, still unsure as to what made Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen so enticing to the eunuch - aside from her three dragons. "Every pile of shit on the side of every road has someone's banner hanging from it."

"You were quite good, you know, at ruling. During your brief tenure as Hand."

Tyrion scoffed. "I didn't rule, I was a servant." He walked back over to the cushioned seat across from Varys, pouring himself some more wine.

"Still, a man of talent."

"Managed to kill a lot of people."

"Yes." Varys agreed. "But you showed great promise in other areas as well."

Tyrion's mind drifted, back to Shae and her smile. Her sweet scent and clever words. "She wanted me to leave King's Landing." He murmured, and suddenly his hands were holding the goblet too tight, as if to strangle the metal. "She begged me. I wouldn't go."

"Why?"

"'Cause I liked it. Power. Even as a servant." He admitted, taking a sip to wash down his shame.

"People follow leaders." Varys said wisely. "And they will never follow us. They find us repulsive."

"I find us repulsive."

"And we find them repulsive, which is why we surround ourselves with large, comfortable boxes to keep them away. And yet, no matter what we do, people like you and me are never really satisfied inside the box. Not for long."

"You're right." Tyrion found himself agreeing, then got down from the cushioned seat once more. "Let's go for a walk."

"No."

"How many dwarves are there in the world? Is Cersei going to kill them all?" Tyrion slurred out. Varys only looked at him, and the Lannister growled before returning to his seat, sure he'd go as mad as King Aerys before their journey was over. "Amuse me. Tell me a story. You've told me little of Daenerys's sister. Is she not as impressive?"

"Jaenarys?" Varys asked, shrugging slightly. Tyrion prided himself on his ability to read people, but the eunuch was exceptionally good at keeping his cards close to his chest, not revealing his hand until the time was right. "She is. My spiders tell me she has a gift with the people of Meereen, but lacks her sister's ambition to rule."

"How boring." Tyrion mused.

"Yes." Varys agreed. "She is, however, her sister's strongest supporter, and her fiercest protector."

"A fighter?"

The Master of Whisperers nodded. "Quite talented, in fact. Her sister's General. Best not get on her bad side when meeting the Queen. Princess Jaenarys would slice you apart with Blackfyre before another insult towards her sister were to pass your lips."

"Blackfyre?" Tyrion looked at the other man in surprise. "Aegon the Conqueror's sword? I thought it'd been lost during the Second Blackfyre Rebellion?"

"And yet she wields it now. Perhaps she will tell you she came upon it, if you ask kindly enough."

"Then I suppose I shall have to behave myself. Were someone else to claim my head, my sister's wrath would be one I wouldn't wish on the world."

Varys wasn't nearly as amused by Tyrion's quip as he was.

Jaenarys sat on top of the hill, glaring up at the dragonless sky. She hadn't seen Davvi in days, though she felt closer than she had been in a long while.

"She's alright." Rhaenys murmured from beside the princess. "You would know if she wasn't."

"Are you certain?"

"Have I ever steered you wrong before?"

Jaenarys shrugged, closing her eyes. "For all I know, you're simply a dream I conjured."

"Those are not your words." Rhaenys retorted, and suddenly Jaenarys was inside a tower, bright sunlight filtering in. Hearing a familiar sound, she dashed over to the window, gasping in amazement as several dragons flew past, their wings beating as they roared happily.

"Where am I?" The princess asked, looking down at the crystal blue water beyond the stone walls.

"Have you not guessed?" Rhaenys asked. Jaenarys shook her head. "You stand in Valyria."

The younger woman's violet eyes widened. "How is this even… I mean how could I be -"

"Dreaming it?" A soft voice interrupted the princess, but it didn't come from an amused Rhaenys. Aegon the Conqueror's younger bride stepped aside, revealing a delicate looking woman with long white hair wearing a lavender-colored gown. Her jewels were made of silver and amethyst, the purple stones shining in the sunlight. "My name is Daenys."

"The Dreamer?" Jaenarys asked, feeling an overwhelming urge to kneel before her.

"Yes, child." The woman confirmed with a bright smile. "As are you."

"What?"

"A dreamer, that is what you are." Daenys reiterated. Jaenarys sent her a confused frown before looking towards Rhaenys for some sort of clarification, only to find the other woman had vanished. "Do not worry, you will see her again."

Sighing, the young princess turned back to Daenys. After a moment's hesitation, she cleared her throat. "I'm a dreamer."

"Yes." Daenys responded patiently.

"What I see then in my sleep, they're all real? They're visions of what's past and what's to come?"

The other woman hummed. "Most. Some are simply dreams, conjured by your imagination. The near impossible-task has and always will be discerning what is real, and what is false."

Jaenarys paused, tilting her head. "That's awfully cryptic, Lady Daenys."

Daenys laughed at that. "I suppose you might be right."

"Why me, then? Why not Daenerys."

"Your sister dreams as well." Daenys informed her descendant. "Though she chooses not to see."

"That's even more cryptic." Jaenarys griped.

The other Targaryen hummed. "The question is not 'why', or even 'how', Jaenarys. What matters is that you are a dreamer all the same."

"I never dreamed before I was given Davvi's egg." Jaenarys pointed out.

"You did, and you didn't. It's strange how much we can remember when we choose to hold on." Daenys murmured softly. "You've dreamed before, but now you choose to see." The woman stepped closer to the young princess, cupping her face. "Keep seeing, Jaenarys. No matter what anyone else says."

Jaenarys shot up with a gasp, struggling to catch her breath. Hurrying over to the bowl of water on her vanity, she splashed her face with the cool liquid, patting it dry with a soft cloth. Her curls were wild from a restless sleep, and she looked half-mad.

Jumping as someone knocked on her door, she hurriedly raked her fingers through her hair and threw on a robe. "Who is it?" She called shakily.

"It's me, Robb. And Vimor."

Exhaling, she smiled and happily opened her door, laughing when she saw Robb and Vimor holding a tray full of fruits and a tall jug of water. "What's all this?" Jaenarys asked, letting them in.

"Breakfast, mother." The little boy beamed, bouncing as Robb moved around him to set the tray on the circular table.

"How wonderful. I was just saying to myself how hungry I am." Jaenarys kissed Vimor's temple as she lifted him in her arms, sitting across from Robb with her son on her lap. She frowned when she saw the man staring at her rumpled bed, the sheets practically torn from the mattress.

"Did we wake you?"

"No." Jaenarys shook her head.

"Was it a dream?" Robb questioned, pouring her a goblet of water and doing the same for Vimor.

Jaenarys hummed, accepting the drink. "Yes."

"Stranger than seeing me?" He asked, but from the way he snapped his mouth shut, the Targaryen princess knew he hadn't meant to.

"I don't know what that means." Jaenarys responded with a tired smile, serving Vimor some grapes and melon before doing the same for herself. She eyed Robb as she chewed, the man keeping his gaze on his food. Not liking the silence between them - Vimor had grown uncomfortable as well, beginning to talk about his lessons with Missandei - Jaenarys sighed.

"Mother?" Her son asked, and she blinked down at him. "Can I learn how to use a sword? I asked Robb, but he said I must ask you first."

She wanted to say no. This was her son, she didn't want him fighting. But to not give him a means to defend himself, Jaenarys couldn't stomach the thought. "Yes." She smiled halfheartedly as the boy cheered, Robb's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Of course you can learn sword fighting." The princess said in the common tongue. "How about Robb and I both teach you the basics this morning. If you've had enough to eat, that is."

"Yes!" The boy cheered. "I will go get ready!" He pecked his mother's cheek and ran out of her room before either adult could stop him. Laughing, Jaenarys stood. "I suppose I should get ready as well."

She began to turn away from the man, only to feel his large hand wrap around her wrist, keeping her in place. He tugged and she was suddenly twisted around, face level with Robb's chest. Swallowing, the princess looked up into clear blue eyes. "I had an illuminating conversation with you sister a few days ago."

"Oh?" The princess asked, trying for an air of innocence. "What about?"

"Your dreams." Robb replied, lips pursed. He still held her arm, though it remained a gentle touch. She could leave his grasp anytime, and yet Jaenarys chose to stay in place. "How you're sure they're visions. After all, you saw me. Didn't you?"

Jaenarys nodded, fear clawing at her heart. This was it. The moment he'd think her mad. "I did." She exhaled shakily. "It was at the House of the Undying."

"Daenerys told me little of that place. Something about warlocks?"

"They and their allies stole Dany's dragons, our khalasar murdered as well. It's where I found Blackfyre. I was called to it." She admitted. "Aegor Rivers guided me to it. Bittersteel." She briefly explained. "Anyway, he showed me many things."

"He showed you me, marrying Talisa." Jaenarys nodded, staring at her feet. "Your sister -"

"Should have kept her mouth shut."

"Your sister told me what your ancestor said, that I'd be important to you." Robb spoke over Jaenarys words, the princess uttering them through clenched teeth. "She assured me that's not why you've protected me so vehemently, that you would do this for anyone."

"You doubt it, though." The princess guessed, staring back up at him while taking a step back so Robb's hand dropped from her wrist. "You think I only care about you because of my dream?" Before he could respond, she blazed along like dragonfire. "It's not. Yes, it might have helped me trust you, and I might have reacted more harshly because you came to me in a state completely unlike the one Aegor showed me. It made me angry." Jaenarys confessed with a little snarl. "But I trusted Bittersteel, and I knew that if you existed, what I'd seen in the House of the Undying was not something I'd simply made up." She shook her head. "I saved you because what you'd been subjected to was cruel, and I had the means to end it. So I did."

Robb stared at her, and she grew confused by the slight smile on his lips. "Then you've had more dreams since, as your sister said?"

"I have. Of Rhaenys, the first of two Queens of Westeros. Wife of Aegon the Conqueror." Jaenarys smiled, distracted by the memories of what she'd seen in sleep. "She's been teaching me how to fly."

"And this last dream?"

"I was given a choice. To doubt, or to see."

"See what?" Robb asked.

Jaenarys shrugged, glancing away. "What I dream." She then sighed, shifting her weight. "I understand, if you think I'm mad. It's why I didn't -"

"I don't." She glanced over at the man in shock. He chuckled lightly. "Dragons can exist, but visions can't?" When Jaenarys remained silent, Robb came forward, this time taking both her hands in his. "Jaeni," he murmured, "it's strange, yes. But your dream saved my life. Maybe if I learned this earlier, I'd be wary. But I'd like to think I know enough about you to tell that there isn't a mad bone in your body." Jaenarys felt her eyes growing wet at his vehemence. "Dreaming doesn't make you like your father. He would've burned me where I stood, not have made that fucking captain piss himself." She laughed in surprise, heart fluttering at his gentle tone, the fear gone. "So don't hide things from me, no matter how bizarre they are. I would never think you mad."

"Never?" She whispered, watching as Robb swallowed and nodded, his face leaning closer to hers.

"Never. Truly. You're too good to be mad."

Jaenarys gasped as his warm lips brushed against her, as light as a feather before she pressed back, the kiss deepening. Removing her hands from his, the princess tangled her fingers in his auburn locks while Robb wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close.

Needing air, they both pulled back, panting as they breathed deeply. Jaenarys couldn't look away from Robb's wolfish grin, although her eyes began to shut when his right hand cupped her jaw, thumb stroking her cheek before he kissed her again.

A sudden rapid knocking had them pulling apart. Jaenarys was quick to fix herself, brushing her hair back with her hands and tightening her robe so it didn't look kiss-rumpled. Robb was as flushed as she was, licking his lips nervously as he tended to his own appearance.

"Jae! Jae, it's Missandei. You must come!"

At her friend's urgency, Jaenarys disregarded worrying about her appearance to open the door, met with an unusually harried Missandei. "What happened? Is it my sister? Deia?"

"Mossador." Missandei gulped, grabbing Jaenarys's shoulders. "He killed the Son of the Harpy. He and some other freed men. They nailed him to a wall, and wrote 'Kill the Masters' in his blood. Please, we must make haste!"

Jaenarys nodded, mind reeling as she stumbled past Robb, disappearing behind her changing screen. She soon emerged in brown breeches, a beige tunic, and her leather vest. Her hair was still frizzed, though she'd managed to weave it back into one long braid. Slipping into her boots, Jaenarys grabbed Blackfyre and its holster, rushing out of her room before freezing. "Vimor -"

"I'll go to him." Robb reassured her, squeezing her hand briefly, yet it still calmed the princess. She nodded and he ran towards her son's room, Missandei tugging her in the opposite direction.

"Why?" Daenerys asked from her throne, staring down at Mossador in disappointment. Jaenarys was only terrified, staring worriedly at the freed man.

"For you, Mhysa." Mossador said as he knelt to the ground, no remorse or regret to be found on his face. "You wanted the Harpy dead, but your hands were tied. I set you free, as you did all of us."

"He was our prisoner, awaiting trial. You had no right." The Queen responded.

Mossador shook his head. "He would rather rip your city apart than see slaves lifted from the dirt."

"There are no more slaves. There are no more masters."

"Then who lives in the pyramids?" Mossador asked, and Jaenarys inhaled sharply. "Who wears gold masks and murders your children. When Grey Worm and Mīsio," the freed man looked between the Unsullied Commander and the princess, "came to us, I was the first to take up the knife for you. I remember the look on my father's face as I struck down on his Master, who had traded his infant son for a dog. My father died in the fighting. If we allow the Sons of the Harpy to return us to chains, he never lived."

Jaenarys looked to her sister, who'd rarely appeared so openly conflicted. "The Harpy's life was not yours to take. Once, the masters were the law -"

"Now you are the law." Mossador reminded the Queen with a smile.

"The law is the law." Daenerys declared through gritted teeth, though Jaenarys shook her head. Mossador saw, and turned to the princess.

"Please, princess."

"Mossador, I told you we could not keep to the old ways." Jaenarys reminded him softly. "This was not what I wanted."

"But it was." Mossador argued, and the worst part was the princess knew this to be true. She should have just killed the Harpy when they found him, then none of this would have transpired. "You defend freed. Defend me."

"Take him." Daenerys ordered before Jaenarys could respond, Mossador being dragged away in shock.

"Mossador." The princess mumbled, dazed. "Mossador!" She tried to follow the freed man, but Ser Barristan held her in place, the Queen commanding him to do so, judging by the way he stared at Daenerys.

The princess felt her gut boiling with rage, the anger burning into wrath as she was forced to follow her sister out of the throne room and through the Great Pyramid, unsure of how much time had passed since Mossador was dragged off. Even the chants of the freed begging for their "Mhysa" and "Mīsio" did not fully rouse her. It seemed the whole city knew what had happened. Reaching the platform where the Queen once ordered the masters to be nailed to posts, she stopped. Jaenarys was made to as well, placed firmly between Hizdahr and Daario.

"She should have cut off the traitor's head in the Great Pyramid and been done with it." The head of the great House of Loraq uttered as they all surveyed the crowd of freed and former masters.

"Which is what I keep telling you to do to you." Daario shot back.

Jaenarys ground her teeth as she watched her sister step forward. "You opened your gates to me because I promised you freedom and justice. One cannot exist without the other." There was a roaring in the princess's ears as Daenerys spoke. The Queen glanced to her left, where two Dothraki and two Unsullied escorted Mossador down the stone steps, his wrists chained. The fire burned in Jaenarys tenfold, glaring at the back of her sister's head. She knew what Mossador had done was wrong, but this was… he was free. He shouldn't have been put back in chains.

The freed shouted for their brother, who was forced to his knees. He looked to his Queen, but she did not look back. "Mhysa, please! Forgive me. Mīsio!" Mossador begged the two Targaryens, the princess staring at him with wide, tear-filled eyes.

"A citizen of Meereen was awaiting trial and this man murdered him. The punishment is death." Daenerys commanded.
"Mercy, mercy!" The freed cried out, Jaenarys stepping forward. Daario stopped her, shaking his head.

"Don't touch me. This is wrong." She hissed back, though Daario did not appear to agree, his eyes back on the Queen, loyal to her.

Daenerys nodded to Daario, who walked towards Mossador, arakh level with the younger man's throat. The former masters watched in trepidation for the justice they were to be given, while the freed continued to shout for their Mhysa to show mercy.

"Mīsio!" Jaenarys then heard, and struggled to breathe. "Protector, save him! Mercy!"

She was being pulled into so many different directions all at once, knowing Mossador was wrong for killing the Harpy and believing a trial was the better option, but understanding why he did it. How could they have not given him a trial, but have planned to have one for the Harpy?

The slaves' shouting grew louder, Daenerys nodding once more to Daario before glancing sharply away. The man swung, but did not meet flesh.

He met steel.

In the chaos of the shouting freed, the Queen and her people had grown distracted, while Jaenarys had woken up. Taking advantage of her sister's ruminations, she snuck behind the others, lunging forward with Blackfyre before Grey Worm and She Barristan could stop her. She'd kicked Mossador out of the way in time to meet Daario's curved blade, arms shaking at the exertion but otherwise steady.

"No." She growled as Meereen fell silent.

"Jaenarys -" The Queen warned her sister, who shook her head without looking away from Daario.

"This is wrong. Look at him, Daenerys. Look at the boy you would have executed, and tell me you wouldn't have done the same were you in his position."

"So what should I do?" Daenerys questioned, but her tone was relieved.

"Give him a fair trial, as the man he killed was meant to have. Show Meereen a better way. Show them true justice."

"Very well." Daenerys spoke. "Take him back to his cell. He will await trial there."

Jaenarys glared the approaching Unsullied into submission, only lowering Blackfyre when Daario holstered his arakh.

Helping Mossador stand, she walked with him, leaving behind the tense gathering, though she was flanked by guards to protect her from a potential threat - none of the masters seemed pleased, but none looked like they were preparing to attack. Jaenarys paused a moment to glance back at her sister, exhaling when she was met with a fond smile, and a nod. She continued on, only truly breathing once they entered the cells of the Great Pyramid.

Jaenarys stood as still as a statue as she stared at her sister, the older twin's gaze on the clear sky. Hours had passed since what would have been Mossador's execution. "I won't apologize for what I did." She finally said.

"I know." Daenerys responded, a smile in her voice.

"Executing him so publicly without a trial was wrong."

"It was." The Queen hummed, then turned to her sister. "I must admit, I didn't know what to do. It felt like justice. I still believe it would have been." She cleared her throat. "But I also know that the freed outnumber the former masters five to one."

"And you would have lost their support had you continued with the execution." Jaenarys surmised, wondering how her sister still didn't realize she was in fact a politician.

"Yes." Daenerys admitted, then crossed over to pull her sister into a close hug. "Thank you."

"I thought you'd have been angrier." Jaenarys murmured. "Once you had time to consider how I disobeyed your ruling."

The older Targaryen shook her head. "All I could hear was the freed shouting for me to show mercy. It made me freeze." Pulling back, Daenerys smiled. "But you didn't. And in saving Mossador, you saved me. You keep saving me. Thank you."

Jaenarys nodded back. "You're my sister, and I'm the fucking 'Sword of Justice'." She nearly snorted as she referred to herself by her title. "It's just what I do." Daenerys hummed in understanding. "If I'm not to face punishment, may I be excused? I'd like to hold my son."

"Of course." The Queen hugged her sister once more. "Thank you." She repeated.

Jaenarys smiled, the expression becoming more relaxed the closer she got to Vimor's room. It faded when she passed Daario, who attempted to smile at her but was met with a deadly glower as the young princess remembered his blind loyalty and willingness to kill without question for her sister.

When she arrived at Vimor's room, she found it empty. "They go to training arena, Princess." An attendant announced when Jaenarys approached, asking for her son. "He and the Lord Stark."

"Thank you… what is your name?"

"Alyhra, Princess." The older woman bowed.

"It is Jae, Alyhra." The princess lowered her head in respect. "Thank you."

The attendant only stared after her in shock, the princess rushing to the training arena. She smiled when she found Robb with Vimor, wooden swords in hand as the older of the two demonstrated the proper stance, correcting her son's hold.

Realizing someone was watching them, Robb looked up and met her gaze, staring at her nervously. It turned into a grin when Jaenarys beamed back, and he nodded.

"Mother!" Their moment was broken by Vimor, who dropped his sparring sword to hug Jaenarys instead. "I heard what you did! You protected Mossador."

"I did." Jaenarys murmured, all at once worried about what Vimor's reaction would have been if she'd allowed the freed man to be executed so abruptly, even without knowing the man's crimes.

"Is aunt Daenerys mad?"

"No." Jaenarys shook her head, kissing Vimor's hair. "No. I'm alright." Glancing up at Robb, her smile grew wider, his kiss imprinted on her lips and her mind. "Everything is going to be alright. Now," she moved back, hands on her son's shoulders. "Shall we begin?"

As their wooden blades clacked together - Jaenarys and Robb shouting corrections to Vimor over the noise as they carefully sparred - the princess felt more settled than she had in a long while. She paused to stare up at the sky, sure she could feel Davvi soaring above her, proud of the choice her human had made.