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Daemon Blackfyre had lost almost everything. His grandfather Maelys had wasted most of the families last resources on his war among the Nine Penny Kings. The boy was not yet twelve years yet he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. His mother had smuggled him out of Tyrosh when his father was assassinated and they now had no money and no friends to help them out. Daena Blackfyre, his mother believed that this was the end of their house.

He had no money, which was nothing new. He had too few men, which very nearly rendered his cause hopeless. Of the thousands his Grandfather had sailed with to take the Iron Throne, only a little more than 300 remained due to deaths and desertions and like of money.

He had a handful of ships—pitiful for the former King of the Pirate Isles. Of the few ships that survived the journey across the narrow sea, most were in dire need of repair, and a number would probably have to be salvaged for parts. There was little hope for the exiled boy King.

Daemon felt like crying as he stood aboard the King Maelys Revenge. He looked from his mother to Ser Davos, then back to the his mother. Davos was honorable. The former smuggler had gotten them off of the Bloodstone Isle, saving both his life, and his mother. He had been knighted and made his Hand.

"When will this end Mother?" he demanded. Davos glanced at Daena, whose cheeks were flush from the cold winds. Her dark eyes sparkled, undaunted by his curtness.

"We will close in on the island, Your Grace." His Hand shifted uncomfortably from behind hem, his expression bemused. He had spent most of his life in service to the boy. He felt an almost paternal bond to his young King. "We traveled far. It will only be a short while."

Braavos was not beautiful by any means. It was an interesting sight to see the Titan but it didn't have the glory of Myr or Old Volantis.

Daena stood on the deck of the ship. The king had been quiet and distracted as they had gotten closer. His mother did not fault him—it would take some work for Davos and Daena to strike a deal with the Iron Bank. Her family did not have a successful record of wars against the Iron Throne, after all. While he did not seek out his mothers company, she always checked on him to make sure he was well. Daemon spent most of his time in his cabin, reading their family chronical. He ignored her, for the most part, even when she discretely set out some tea and stale biscuits in an effort to remind him that he still needed food to live. Her son took after her rather than her father. Daemon had her blue eyes and silver hair held back into a ponytail. He had waved her away.

As excruciatingly dull as the journey to Braavos was not entertaining but she had already had enough action. She had dressed in her finest silks for presentation to the Iron Bank. She'd finished up her letter that had her financial plan.

As soon as the trio stepped into the grand room of the Iron Bank she felt that the men in front of her were just waiting to reject their case. Finally, the heavy doors at the back of the room opened to admit the panel of bankers who would apparently hear the request. Daena took a position behind both her son and Davos, standing nearer to the door. She knew that as a woman she could not seek the audience. She had no role here besides to simply observe.

"What is this woman doing here?" The banker sounded astonished. His words echoed across the room, accompanied by angry murmurs from the other Bank representatives. He looked at her with disdain.

"This is my mother and my chief advisor," Daemon said after a moment, hoping to quell their outrage. It wasn't as if she meant to capture the bankers' attention. "I always keep her near. She has a working knowledge of how to run a Kingdom."

"You are a King without a Kingdom."

"My son is the rightful King of Westeros, my lord," she responded. "We have a plan as to how to create dissent among the nobility of the country." She wished the banker would stop questioning her as it would draw away from their plans.

The banker made a sound that sounded like skepticism. "You believe a Blackfyre is a good investment?" His piercing stare did not waver, and Daena resisted the urge to scowl at the insult that he had dealt her family

It did not surprise her in the least that the bankers were reluctant to loan money to the Blackfyre cause. It did surprise her that Davos' impassioned plea appeared to sway their opinion. Davos spoke of the many Targaryen heirs that even now ready themselves for a war of succession.

"Do you really think that the Crown Prince Aegon will repay any of the debt that his father owes you?" Davos asked. The Bankers looked at each other in confusion.

Daena stepped in, "Viserys has married Lady Maergery Tyrell, they now reside at Highgarden. Olenna didn't give away the pride of Highgarden for nothing."

Again the Bankers began to scribble things down. The main man looked at her slyly, "How will this boy be able to win against highly trained Westerosi armies? You have to have a realistic chance of winning."

"We can be sure that after the war starts that these armies will clash. If we have a well funded mercenary company that is able to fight untrained peasantry, then we have a good chance of winning."

"Wouldn't you like to back someone who actually is promising to pay you." Davos said strongly. For many minutes they spoke in hushed whispers before the main banker stood, "You have your loan King Daemon, but know that this will not be a easy path for you."