The Dragon and the Hawke 3
The day was drawing to a close as Marian made the observation, "I don't like him."
Dany smirks, "Be glad you can't actually understand him. He is a vile man."
"You understand that gobbledy gook?"
"High Valyrian."
"You understand High Valyrian?"
"Yes, it is the tongue of my ancestors."
"Well, my ancestors were orlesian, you don't hear me talking with a fruity accent, do you?"
"Is that meant to make sense?"
"It probably would if you knew what I was talking about."
"It feels like we are talking in two different languages."
"Says the girl who actually talks in two different languages."
"Your Grace, Lady Hawke," Jorah cuts in, "Perhaps we should move this argument to the ships?"
"You are correct, Ser Jorah," Dany nods, and takes the lead on their walk towards where the ships are moored.
"What was that Krazy guy saying anyway?"
"You were not listening to the translator?"
"Missy? uh… not really, actually," Marian rubs the back of her head awkwardly at that, making an exaggerated frown
"Missy?" Dany raises an eyebrow at the pet name for the slave girl, Missandei, that had acted as Kraznys Mo Nakloz's translator.
"Yeah," Marian nods, "She's got the same color as my old girlfriend."
Dany stops, and turns to look at Marian with confusion, "Girlfriend? I'm not familiar with…?"
"Uh…. I did the nasty with her," Marian explains, "There was a ten percent possibility that we might end up married? Though, actually, Isabella was never one to settle down, so I may be overestimating that…"
"Your lover was a woman?" Jorah asks
"Yeah! She was great!" Marian nods, a fond and nostalgic smile playing across her lips.
"You don't intend to try and woo the queen, do you?" Jorah asks after a minute.
Marian looks at him like he is crazy, "You kidding? Dany's like my friend Aveline, all prim and proper, and way, way too straight to even think of taking a walk on the Andrasian side."
"Andrastian side?" A robed man that was walking near them mutters in wonder.
And like that, Marian included him into their conversation, "Yeah! Andraste was the prophet of the Maker back where I'm from. She got burnt at the stake for preaching freedom and love in a slaver empire, but it's said that she was wed to the Maker in the afterlife. And seeing as the Maker is a genderless being of unspeakable power, everyone just kinda assumes he's whatever gender they want him to be. So… Andrastian side is sort of… pansexual, i think the term is."
"Pansexual?" The robed man looks at her with alarm, exposing his face, and ending the argument when Jorah recognizes him
"Barristan Selmy?" the Knight asks in confusion
"who's Barristan Selmy?" Marian asks, and Dany's attention is taken from the road and a small girl playing with a ball to the conversation she had been doing her best to ignore after Jorah had brought up the possibility of Marian trying to sleep with her.
"He was one of my father's Kingsguard," Dany tells her, and her gaze locks on the old man, looking him up and down with a mix of confusion and interest, "But I had heard that he served the Usurper now."
"I did, your grace, to my shame," Selmy nods, "I was not their to protect your father, and in my shame I chose to stay and protect the next royal family. I have been dismissed by the Usurper's son, Joffrey, a boy as mad as your father once was."
"And why are you here, Ser Barristan?" Dany asks
"I hope to serve the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms," Barristan declares, dropping to a knee as he says this, "It has been long since I have served a good liege, and would be honored to do so again."
Dany looked down at the man, unsure. After a moment she turns her attention to Jorah, question in her eyes. He nods confidently at her, "Ser Barristan Selmy is the best blade alive, even at his age I dare say he is deadlier than most. Though why he would return to the Targaryens after serving the man who had them butchered is lost to me."
"I served Rhaegar Targaryen, and fought with him at the Trident," Barristan sighs, "It is of my greatest regrets that he died while I lived. I was a prisoner of the Baratheon's, and at the end of the war, when all the Targaryens lay dead but you and your brother, halfway across the world, i chose to fall back into the only thing I knew."
Dany regards the man, nodding at his words, "And now?"
"The boy on the throne is worse than your Father could ever have hoped to be," Barristan tells her.
"My father?" Dany narrows her eyes
"I served him faithfully, your grace," Barristan sighs, "But he more than any other deserved his title."
"The Mad King."
"Indeed."
Before they can delve more into unpleasant topics, Marian rejoins them. Dany startles as her friend steps up next to her, having not noticed that the mage had stepped away for a moment. The former Champion raises her gauntleted hand, revealing a charred insect corpse, "Anyone know what this is?"
Three pairs of eyes widen at the sight, and Dany breaths out, "Manticore…"
"Where did you get something like that?" Jorah asks.
Marian points her thumb behind her with a negligent flick, and the three turn to see a smoking corpse, "Who was that?"
"No idea," Marian shrugs, "Looked like a kid when she gave me the ball, then when I zapped her, she turned into a weird looking guy in a purple robe, so I zapped him again."
"The Warlocks…" Dany whispers
"What, like that guy who had you chained up?"
"Just so."
"Huh, well, yay, go team, killin Warlocks and all that," Marian waves her free hand in victory. Then she smiles and says, "I'm gonna go feed this to Drogon!"
"Why?" Jorah asks, confused
"He might like it," Marian replies with a shrug, "Later old guy!"
Barristan blinks at the way the armored woman addressed him and turns back to his Queen and Ser Jorah, "Who is that?"
"Lady Marian Hawke," Jorah replies, "From what she has said, she is from far from here and came to Her Grace in a dream."
Barristan blinks, and with furrowed brows, tries to figure out how many questions Jorah managed to add beside the one he managed to answer.