Daenerys's POV

The House of Undying had been destroyed, thanks to Drogon, but the citizens of Qarth had turned against her, Xaro Xhoan Daxos had expelled her from the mansion. Ser Jorah was right, it was time to leave, maybe to Westeros or to the Free Cities and try and get a sellsword company, he had even suggested going to Slavers bay to buy some Unsullied. She wasn't sure what to do, all she knew was she had to leave, and soon.

She was meeting her small Khalasar by the docks, her loyal Queensguard: Ser Jorah was walking next to her, holding his sword grip as he walked, ready to defend her.

"Khaleesi, do not react, 2 men have been following us since we arrived at the docks,"Ser Jorah whispered to her discreetly , continuing on walking, " Keep moving, we will lose them in the side streets, don't look back."

She couldn't her herself, she gave a quick look and saw a rather large man, with a bare chest showing his nut-brown skin and a large scimitar through his belt, next to him was a short man, wearing a hood, and in a large robe, covering all his skin.

As they turned into an alleyway, she continues to discreetly look behind her, because of this she doesn't notice when a man accidentally knocks a box over in front of her, releasing something very similar to a scorpion but with a human like face, it scuttles towards her quickly.

"A Manticore get back, Khaleesi," yelled Ser Jorah, drawing his sword, as the stranger who knocked over the box sprinted away.

In shock and fright she stumbled backwards trying to get away from it but tripped over her dress, just as it was about to strike, a strong hand with a knife stabbed it straight through its body.

Ser Jorah wheeled around drawing his sword now on the 2 strangers, who had been following them, and then stopped as the one in the robe unveiled his hood.

"Lord Varys, I did not expect to see you here," Ser Jorah asked mystified, holding his sword point p to his throat. "Last I heard you were on the small council for the Usurper."

"We both have done things, we are not proud of, Ser Jorah," Varys replied slyly then turning to address her, "Forgive me, your Grace, for startling you but we have a mutual friend, he sent us to aid you and bring you from Qarth to Pentos."

"You mean Magister Illyrio?"

"Yes, he and I have been watching out for you since you were fled, your father brought me to Kings Landing, I promised to serve him and now I serve you."

"Then why did you work for the Usurper for years, he killed my family, he sent assassin to kill me. Ser Jorah once told me of you, you were his Master of Whispers. How many times did you tell him of me and my brother, of where we were hiding?"

"I stayed in that position, to protect you better, I only gave him basic information about you always old, did you ever wonder, why no assassins never caught up with you. I stayed In Kings Landing to play the game of thrones, to weaken it from within so it was ripe for your taking. Although some plans fail, other plans come about; we can talk more on the ship. We must go now," he urged.

She looked up to Ser Jorah for advise, as he was the only person here she trusted even though she knew of his feelings towards her. She knew he ahd protected and advised her as she had seen it where of this Lord Varys she knew nothing.

"We must leave Khaleesi, and this is as good as oppourtunity as any, I only met Lord Varys once, but I heard a lot about him, apparently rumour has it that he urged your father not to open the city gates to Tywin Lannister, whereas the Grand Maester advised him of the opposite thus resulting in the death of your father."

Turning towards Varys, she spoke, saying" We will come with you, but if you cross me you will face the same fate as the House of Undying."

As she said that though, she remembered part of the prophecy that she heard from Quaithe, 'Beware the Perfumed Senschal', she had smelt heavy perfume from him when he had approached her early on, was this the person she should be distrustful of, she would have to wait and see.

They had been on the boats for 2 days now, she didn't remember being on water before, she was too young to remember sailing from Dragonstone before and she couldn't recall if her and Viserys had ever been on a ship after that, she had blocked out most of those memories because of how cruel Viserys had been in that time. She loved the water through she discovered, the spray from it as she stood by the side of the boat looking out over the water. Her dragons were soaring around the boating diving slightly into the water, snatching fish in their mouths. Since getting on the ship she had decided to take Lord Varys for his word and his body guard known as Strong Belwas, she needed all the advice and allies she could get if she planned on taking the Iron Throne back.

Her thoughts were broken when her trusted knight, Ser Jorah came up behind her,

"You must decide where we are heading, everyone is waiting below deck to discuss and await your decisions, Varys says we should head to Pentos where Ilyrio has plans."

"And what do you say, I should do," she questioned him.

"What is in Pentos, No army that I know of, perhaps a few sellsword companies but not many of them honour agreements to the end if a better offer doesn't come along. If you want an army, there is none more formidable then the Unsullied, got to slavers bay an buy unsullied. You would have an army to gather support behind, but let's discuss more of this inside."

"Khaleesi, if you go to Westeros with an army of slaves, no one will support you. Ser Jorah here was exiled for selling poachers to a slaver. It is banned in Westeros. Even if you didn't go with an army of slaves, I do wonder with the situation being how it is, how many Houses would support you?" cautioned Varys.

"I know little of Westeros only what I have heard from Viserys and Ser Jorah, but my borhter always said that if he went back to Westeros: the Houses of Tyrell, Redwynes, Greyjoy, Martell, and Darry would rush to support him."

"I am sorry to say this your Grace, but your brother was delusional. Darry, yes they would have but in the recent war, all by the male line have been wiped out, their lands are now in control of the Pipers. Greyjoys would never have and they are in open rebellion at the moment. Tyrells were always fierce supporters of Targeryeans but they have always craved power and they have it now, place on the small council and rather illustrious marriage arrangements to other great houses. Martells may still support you, but they alone cannot overthrow the other kingdoms. They have not been this united in centuries. I had planned to remain on the small council, slowly weakening the kingdoms from within but I had to flee, Renly Baratheon and Eddard Stark acted more quickly than I thought they would."

"I have dragons, won't more see my power."

"Dragons that are still young, we must wait until they are more grown," counselled Jorah , " We need a place for you to lay low, hide, gather support, maybe Dorne but would they have you?"

If I need an army, slavers bay may be the best option but she agreed with Varys she did not want to conquer Westeros with an army of slaves.

"We will head to Pentos, see what Magister Illyrio has planned, in the meantime Lord Varys, I imagine you still have many contacts, see if Dorne will welcome me."

Her advisers bowed and left the room, not arguing with her decision.

Authors Note

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