AN: Review responses again
LADYMIJO: I try my best glad; hopefully I can keep it amazing in future.
Arian Eripmav: I liked writing those paragraphs. It was fun having Dany put Aegon in his place like that. That won't be the last time it happens either. You are very welcome, I'm just glad you are enjoying it
Khrystaline: That's pretty much exactly what I thought when I decided how to write Aegon. I've read him as the noble prince who is well rounded; I wanted to explore a bit of the arrogance and madness that Tyrion saw when he was traveling with him. As to using Arya's assassination experience, I hope to use it and even have a person in mind but you're right she isn't going to be some fix all that simply kills everybody opposed to Dany and poof all of Daenerys' are gone.
Purple sky always: Glad you thought so, hope you like this one too.
naleight: Thank you for writing in English but if you are more comfortable with French please use that in future, if nothing else it makes me think more. I want Aerion to be human and by giving a look into what he was thinking it was easier to do that glad you enjoyed it. I really enjoyed writing the scene with Arya and Dany I'm happy you liked the way it turned out. With Tyrion and Arya I don't think it's realistic to think they hate each other. Arya has always been very specific in whom she blames for her family's fall and Tyrion was never amongst those people, so I think it is reasonable to think they would respect each other even if they don't necessarily like each other. With Dany and Aegon, it's my belief that experience is the best teacher. For all of his training, Aegon just doesn't have the necessary experience to apply his knowledge.
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Arya and Aerion sat in her tent having just arrived back from negotiations with Aegon. Daenerys had retired to her own tent to relax and the others had done much the same. Aerion was currently removing his armor while she simply sat their watching him. Arya stopped her brief ogling and broke the silence, "So what did you think of the Prince?"
Aerion snorted, "I think he is incredibly arrogant and it is Jon Connington's fault by telling him his entire life that he was meant to rule." He sat down across from her, "He assumed that Daenerys would bow to his whims despite the fact that he is the one that needs her and then had the nerve to be offended by her proposal."
Arya nodded, "Yes but Dany certainly put him in his place quickly. The look on his face when she talked about the Field of Flames was priceless," she chuckled briefly, "the best was Connington though. The man was surprisingly quick to anger and I swear Dany was trying to irritate him by the end."
"He deserved it, that boy he raised is now a man grown the same age as me, yet he acts like a spoiled child who thinks he is owed something. Whether or not he is really Rhaegar's son is irrelevant; the Seven Kingdoms don't need a king who thinks he is entitled to the throne when they have no experience, they need someone who has proven their ability to lead." He rubbed at the stubble on his chin, "From everything I have heard Stannis is the only claimant prior to our arrival that had any business thinking he could rule but the people will never love him."
"Yes but the people will never love Daenerys either should she burn their homes to the ground." Arya pointed out, even if she knew the Queen would avoid such a course at all costs.
"I think we both know that is not her intent." Aerion didn't seemed remotely concerned by that thought, "She made it quite clear she has no intention of setting her dragons on the major towns and cities that provide the realm with food. Besides, I doubt people are any more willing to accept Stannis's Red priestess who burns supposed betrayers the same as Aerys did."
"Very true," Arya frowned in thought, "I just hope he had the good sense not to destroy the godswood at Winterfell. From what my father said of him he was always honorable if unlikable. His honor shouldn't have demanded that he destroy trees that have stood longer than the Wall."
"Well once you have finally returned home you can find out for yourself." There was no doubt in his mind that she would see it again, it was only a matter of when and in what condition she would find it.
Arya smiled as she fell into her own thoughts for a moment. She spoke fondly as she thought of her home, "I look forward to showing you Winterfell even if it is a shell of its former self… and the Wolf's Wood, when this is all over we should just ride through there."
"I shall be happy to do just that," he smiled warmly knowing that she was thinking of a time where they would be together after this war, "So what do you think Aegon's response to Daenerys's proposal will be?"
"I think he will have the good sense to give into her demands but I fear what he may attempt once he has joined our army." Arya's face turned grim as she finished her statement.
"What do you mean?" Aerion questioned, curious of her sudden shift in demeanor.
"You said yourself he is prideful and arrogant." Arya said as though it were an obvious thing, "I think the best we can hope for is his constant interference planning this war; he will question every decision that is made and because of his impressive education he will think everything he suggests should be followed without a second opinion but that will be the extent of his annoyance and schemes."
She touched the knife at her hip absently as she continued, "The worst case scenario is that he will attempt something covert in order to remove Daenerys from the picture. I would not put it past him to hire an assassin to kill her, I plan on paying close attention to all those close to the Queen and warning Ser Barristan of the possible eventuality."
Aerion was nonplused, "You truly believe that he would stoop so low as to have his own aunt assassinated?"
Arya nodded, confident in her belief, "Absolutely, he sees the Throne as his birthright and seeing as he has no hope of victory through conventional means, he will turn to less than savory ways of achieving his goals. The question in my mind is when he will choose to make his move, not whether he will or not."
"I think it goes without saying that I will help you anyway I can in this," Aerion said seriously, "just let me know and I will be there."
"I know Aerion, thank you." There was a long silence as Aerion seemed to weigh something in his mind. Arya couldn't help but notice he seemed to become slightly nervous. Arya couldn't fathom why.
"So wasn't Edric Dayne one of the members of the Brotherhood Without Brotherhoods when you were taken captive?" Oh that's what he's worried about. She resisted urge to smirk at his transparency.
"Yes that's right he was Beric Dondarrion's squire, we got along quite well even if I was their prisoner at the time." Arya decided to ignore the obvious for the moment and just tell him of their former acquaintance, "He's only a year younger than you. I imagine that once Beric finally met his death that Edric decided to return to Dorne. Apparently in the past five years he has become more than a squire though."
"Yes I recall you saying something about taking up his uncle's mantle, he is the new Sword of the Morning then?" Aerion questioned.
"Based upon the great-sword on his back yes," Arya couldn't help but remember her father's words regarding the man who once wielded that blade, "that was Dawn, a sword forged with star-metal … at least that is what people claim."
Aerion nodded slowly, as his brow furrowed in thought, "Well we will have to spar with him once he has joined the Queen's army, it will be interesting to see how well he can handle the weapon."
Arya smirked internally but with a completely straight face said, "You feel free to fight him all you like, I'm sure he'd be happy to show you how well he uses his weapon."
Aerion took the insinuation in stride and chuckled, "Based on the way he was looking at you I think he is more interested in showing you how well he uses his weapon." He refused to do anything less than give as well as he got.
Looking as innocent as a septa, Arya replied, "I'm sure he would, chances are he is quite good with his great-sword but I am more interested in experiencing your use of a sword again."
This caught him off guard. Aerion blushed slightly, his reply less confident, "Well I believe we will be doing that as soon as we have made a more permanent camp."
"Oh I certainly hope so, I haven't had a good workout since the last time we fought; it was absolutely exhilarating." Aerion was now red as a tomato but recovered well.
"Good to know the feeling was mutual." The pair burst out laughing at that having had enough of the innuendo laced conversation and succumbed to the underlying humor. After the pair recovered from the outburst Arya spoke, "Yes well in all seriousness we really should fight him; very few men fight with a great-sword but it would be good to know how to approach them in a fight."
"Yes that is what I was getting at before you decided to make a joke of it," he snickered.
"Well you know me I take every opportunity to see a blush on that pretty face of yours." He scoffed disbelievinglywhich just made her smile, "Besides, you were definitely fishing when you asked about Edric."
Aerion reddened in embarrassment, "You are amazing but your being a former assassin can prove trying, most people wouldn't have noticed anything." Arya resisted the urge to blush at the first part of that comment.
"I don't know about that," she said unconvinced, "you were rather obvious."
"Well I guess I will have to endeavor to do better." He bowed his head though she could make out the small smile on his lips.
"I suppose… so you think I'm amazing then?" Arya decided to ask.
Aerion smiled and that shiver went down her spine, "I thought that was rather obvious at this point."
"Good," with that Arya stood and approached him she hugged him and he felt the curve of her body as she whispered in his ear, "the feeling is mutual." Then she pecked him on the cheek and backed away. Both had rather large grins on their faces and small blushes. "Well I'll just leave you for now; I should probably go talk to Ser Barristan about my concerns."
Aerion nodded, "If I don't see you anytime tonight I'll see you tomorrow." Arya proceeded to leave his tent and he couldn't help but watch her go with that same smile on his face. He found a book amongst his things and the black haired beauty still on his mind began to read.
Meanwhile Arya went in search of Ser Barristan thinking about what had just happened. Good to know things are actually going somewhere between us. I didn't think I'd meet someone who would be able to see past what I did to survive but I was wrong. He sees me, Arya Stark who was forced to take drastic measures to ensure her survival but he knows that it doesn't define me.
She continued her musings on the purpled eyed young man as she made her way over to the Queen's tent knowing Ser Barristan would not be far from her side. As luck would have it she was right and the old knight was just outside the Queen's tent. He looked at her when he recognized her movement in the dark and became alert before realizing it was just Arya.
He clearly wasn't expecting her, "Lady Arya what can I do for you? Do you wish to see the Queen?"
"No Ser Barristan," Arya stopped him from walking into the tent, "I was in fact looking for you."
Ser Barristan looked momentarily puzzled, "And why would you be looking for me?"
Not wanting to be overheard, Arya drew closer to him, "I have a matter I wish to discuss with you… well a concern more like."
"Very well," He glanced at the tent flap, "would it not be best for the Queen to be present for our conversation?"
Arya shook her head slowly, "While she should be informed of my concern eventually for now it is only speculation and may have no future bearing so… no."
"Let me grab Belwas he is currently eating; he can stand in for me while we talk somewhere more private." The old knight left then and a couple minutes later returned with the eunuch turned Queensguard. "Shall we retire to your tent? I imagine that would be the most private place that the Queen could not here our conversation." Arya merely nodded and they fell into step beside one another as they made their way to Arya's tent.
Upon entering, Barristan immediately turned on her serious as per usual when a matter may concern the Queen. "What is the problem Arya?"
Deciding blunt honesty was the best approach, "With what I saw of Aegon today I would not put it past him to hire someone to assassinate the Queen. In fact, from what I saw today I would bet coin that he is more than likely going to attempt such a thing whether or not he chooses to ally with us."
Arya decided to elaborate regarding her thoughts on the matter, "Should he decline Daenerys' offer, he would be a fool not to realize that he has no hope of defeating us in the field. Desperate, he will then immediately search other methods of having her removed. On the other hand, should he choose to join us he will bide his time waiting until he has ingratiated himself with the army before having someone strike."
Barristan snorted disbelievingly at that. Arya smiled as she continued, "Of course he is unaware that her army is loyal only to her, they would never side with him should something happen to her; they would be more likely to abandon this country and return home. They only fight here because of the love they harbor for her." Arya having discussed Daenerys's control of her dragons with Aerion had another reason to be worried should something happen to the Queen. Should anything happen to her they will become savage destroyers and this entire realm will become little more than a dragon's nest filled to the brim with fresh meat to their liking. They shall gorge themselves until there is nothing left but ashes and bones.
"I can see why you are concerned," Barristan started after thinking over what she had to say, "the boy is most certainly arrogant and I doubt he will take Daenerys's proposal lying down even if he accepts her proposal."
"So you will inform the other Queensguard of the possibility and ensure that all of her meals are tested for poison before they reach her?" Arya wanted to ensure they understood one another.
"That would probably be wise." Barristan agreed before looking at her with approval, "It is fortunate that we have you. You will know what to look for in a situation like this better than most."
Arya smiled, "I suppose that is true. Unfortunately if he is willing to pay the extremely high price he could hire the Faceless men and should one of them make an attempt on her life it will be far more subtle and well planned than if he hires from another source."
Barristan eyes hardened at the prospect, "Wouldn't the cost for such an assassination be enormous; I remember there was talk of hiring one of your former people to the deed years ago but Baelish informed the small council that an entire company of sell-swords could be hired for less than one assassin."
"Oh, it would be incredibly costly but there are other ways to acquire the services of the House of Black and White." Arya knew no amount of gold could pay for the life of a queen, much less a good queen. "Children can be taken in payment so they can be trained in the order's skills and practices. I would not put it past him to bargain the life of a child for the life of his aunt."
"No nor would I; we should discuss this with her." Barristan seemed quite adamant.
"You are right" Arya had no intention of keeping this from Daenerys indefinitely, " and eventually we will but for now I figured it necessary that you know first and foremost. You are the head of her guard and as such the most able person to prevent something unseemly befalling her; I have already discussed it with Aerion and we will both be doing all we can to help you ensure her safety but the more eyes and ears open to a threat the better."
"Agreed I shall inform the others and insure that all of her meals are tested before she eats them."
"Excellent, thank you Ser Barristan."
"No thank you Arya, while I am certainly wary of the princeling my mind did not make the stretch yours did… but now that you have informed me of your concerns I cannot help but think that you are right." He bowed to her quickly which she wasn't expecting and then made his way from her tent. Well that's taken care of… now we just have to find out what Aegon's decision will be.
It was an hour till sundown the next day when a messenger came to inform them of Aegon's decision. This time, the messenger was not some random Dornishman but Obara Sand. She was clearly irritated with being made to take the role. Daenerys bid her and those who had been present at the initial negotiations come to her tent. "Now Obara Sand what does my nephew say to my terms?"
"He agrees." She said disinterestedly, "He renounces his claim to the Iron Throne; however, he will only do so should you make some concessions of your own."
"He has no room to argue with me," Daenerys pointed out, "but should his requests be reasonable I will try to honor them."
"His terms are simple." Obara's mannish jaw clenched for a moment, "He will be given control over the Stormlands once you are Queen and allowed to marry any woman of his choosing when the time comes."
Daenerys didn't even blink before she answered, "No he shall be given our ancestral seat at Dragonstone and as to his right to choose any woman he wishes… that decision shall be mine when the time comes. Of course I thought that a moot point, I was under the impression he was betrothed to his cousin Arianne Martell."
"No your Grace," Obara informed her, "it was decided due to their close family ties that would not be wed. My father swore the allegiance of Dorne solely because he thinks Aegon to be his sister's son."
"Yet my nephew was very keen to see himself married to me." Daenerys pointed out with narrowed eyes, "Is there a reason that the idea of marrying his aunt, who carries more of the same blood, does not cause him pause the way the thought of marrying his cousin does?"
Obara looked distinctly uncomfortable; clearly she had not been expecting anything but agreement to the terms before returning. "I do not know your Grace."
"Very well return to my nephew and inform him that his requests have been denied. Should his position on my proposal change because of this, he can expect a war on three fronts instead of two." Daenerys clearly tired of these negotiations.
"One more thing your Grace," her voice had turned bitter, "the full support of the Dornish forces will not be at your disposal. Fifteen thousand of our men will return to Dorne in order to ensure our kingdom's security should the forces of the Reach seek to attack there."
Dany was truly baffled, "Why?"
"Why was my cousin burned alive for merely seeking an alliance with you?" Obara questioned boldly.
"He did not merely seek an alliance with me; he thought I should take him in marriage for want of an alliance with Dorne." Daenerys returned loudly though not angrily, "He thought proving he was blood of the dragon would impress me. Quentyn approached Rhaegal when he was being held in the catacombs of Meereen. He learned in the most painful way imaginable how wrong he was," She gave the older woman a sympathetic look, "I am sorry for your loss but that is no reason to jeopardize the potential of this army."
"My uncle disagrees." Obara announced to all those present, " With three dragons and the same number of men as the Reach and the Westerlands forces combined you should easily complete your conquest. As such he will look to the security of Dorne." Dany could not help but reluctantly agree with the logic.
Tyrion asked form Daenerys' side, "You were able to contact Doran Martell then?"
Obara nodded, "He is not so far away that a raven couldn't travel there and back in less than a day."
Daenerys raised her hand to cease any further conversation, "Even if I am not pleased, I accept that we shall not receive the full army of Dorne; however, all other stipulations are rejected. Inform Aegon that the next time he wishes to negotiate, I would recommend he come himself. You may go" Obara bowed and left the tent.
Tyrion broke the silence that fell after he departure, "That woman has no mind for this sort of game; she is clearly more at home in armor on the battlefield. It was foolish of Aegon to send his least skilled diplomat for this."
Arya interjected, surprising both herself and everybody present. She hadn't exactly been talkative in these meetings to this point. "Foolish maybe, but he probably meant some form of insult in her presence. He chose the only baseborn member of his council. While some may not take issue with such a thing, he seems pompous enough to think himself clever for the perceived slight he has just given you."
"She is right." Tyrion smiled in Arya's direction, "While being a bastard may not have the same stigma abroad as it does here, Aegon would still be very much aware that Obara's presence could be perceived as a slight and he would take any opportunity to feel superior."
Daenerys seemed irritated, "The fact that he sent any envoy attempting to negotiate my terms was the insult; I don't care if the messenger was a bastard, a noble, or a beggar from the streets. He has no room to negotiate. Should his next answer be anything but his acceptance or refusal of my terms I will be extremely annoyed." I don't think you want to annoy a woman who can have you burned alive. The gathered people began talking amongst themselves while they awaited Aegon's response.
It was ten minutes before nightfall when this time Aegon entered the tent. He must realize just how unwise what he did previously was… or he is going to try and argue with Daenerys… in which case I would not be surprised to see him dead rather shortly. He was clad in red and black armored splendor. The fool wants to look as his father did at the Trident. I wonder if people told him exactly how Robert crushed the crown prince with his warhammer.
The prince was red faced and appeared to have rushed there, luckily for him he seemed to rein in his temper before he spoke, "Your Grace, even though you have refused my terms, I feel it would be in the best interest of all those involved that slight be ignored and as such we formerly accept your proposal." His voice had a forced pleasantness to it that irritated all those present Dany in particular. It reminded her far too much of the way Viserys would talk to her. She still remembered quite vividly the time Viserys had claimed he would allow every one of Khal Drogo's riders and their horses fuck her for an army. As such a scowl graced her lips.
"You offered terms as though you were in a position to bargain. A wise king," the word came out with venom, "would know when to make demands and when to simply agree to favorable terms."
Aegon flushed again. Clearly he has little experience being rebuked in such a manner; most people probably talk to him as though he were one of Dany's dragons to be avoided. "I will keep that in mind your Grace. May I ask why my requests were denied?"
"Because you requested nothing," Daenerys said irritably, "you demanded and did not even try to disguise it. You expected concessions from me when I had already made my stance well known." She looked at him through narrowed eyes, "As to the specific reasons for my denial; you will receive Dragonstone instead of Storm's End because I hope to somehow reach an agreement with Stannis Baratheon instead of outright killing the man. Of all of the remaining claimants to the throne, he is the only one who seems to have the country's best interests in mind. If he is willing to capitulate I will return Storm's End to him as is his right."
This time Aegon was not able to constrain his anger, "You would negotiate with a Baratheon?! Their family is responsible for the loss of our throne! They're name should die out and their former glory nothing more than a mere memory."
Dany's voice was like steel retorted, "I will win no love from the people of the Seven Kingdoms with an attitude like that." She pointed at him with one slender finger, "You don't even realize that Stannis has committed no crimes. During the Rebellion, he did as his liege lord bid him do, nothing more nothing less. I cannot blame him for holding Storm's End against attack. It was not Stannis Baratheon who struck down my brother at the Trident, it was not Stannis Baratheon who stabbed my father in the back, and it was not Stannis Baratheon who murdered Elia and Rhaenys in cold blood. He did his duty and if nothing else that is the sort of man people need in a position of power."
Her voice softened as she continued, "I would remind you that Mace Tyrell was a loyalist to the crown yet now his forces are the biggest opposition to my rule. You, Aegon, should understand that while I plan to destroy those who oppose me I will not kill without discrimination over offenses that were done before I was even born, nor will I accept past loyalties as reasons to grant clemency." This was yet another moment for Aerion and Arya in which they were glad they had chosen to fight with Daenerys.
Aegon did not like being addressed as though he was a child but wisely ended that string of conversation, "And what would the harm have been in allowing my second request?"
Daenerys rubbed at her temple, getting a headache from Aegon's inane questions, "You will be allowed to marry but it would be unbecoming should you be allowed to do so without my consent. By giving you overarching approval to marry whomever you wish I would lessen my authority and you could very well steal a daughter of some noble house and create an enemy where I could have had an ally."
Jaw clenched Aegon finally relented, "I accept all the terms of your proposal, I renounce my claim to the throne at this time and will accept position as your heir once you are the Queen in King's Landing." Arya successfully repressed a snicker though Aerion appeared to be having a bit more difficulty accomplishing the feat. That most definitely hurt his pride but damn if it wasn't fun to watch.
"A wise decision," Daenerys said with a strained smile, "my forces have made ready Summerhall as a base of operations. I and the portion of my army that I have with me shall travel there while you return to your forces at Bitterbridge. From there, the portion of Dornish forces that Doran Martell has decided will return home to ensure their security will be given leave to go. That will leave you with 25,000 men and your 300 elephants; obviously should the leaders of the Reach recognize this vulnerability they will attack and destroy your forces. As such you shall retreat to Summerhall where we will join armies before they have the chance."
"You would have me abandon what progress I have made already?" Aegon was equal parts surprised and angry.
"Yes," Daenerys said unconcerned, "as doing so will allow for a speedier conquest of the areas you have been unable to even fathom pushing towards."
Aegon ground his teeth before replying, "Yes your Grace, would it not be wiser to simply send a raven with instructions."
"When the bulk of their commanders are currently here with you?" Daenerys shook her head, "There would most likely be dissent if their commander does not tell them exactly why these new developments have occurred." This of course will allow for Dany to make plans without Aegon's input, a clever ploy.
Aegon was not happy with these turn of events but conceded, "We shall leave immediately then, shall I send one of my men to stand in while I am away?"
Ser Barristan spoke up for the first time, "Send Harry Strickland, he commands the largest portion of your forces." Aegon nodded before bowing and quickly exiting the tent.
Dany sighed and rubbed her temples, "I wonder if this will be worth it in the end, I feel like he is going to cause far more headaches then his forces will be worth," she turned to Barristan, "Why Strickland?"
"He is the most likely to be amenable to our plans. The man may be disgraced but he will have no issue with you personally unlike some of the Dornishmen and he is a man of action if nothing else; I imagine he has become incredibly irritated with Aegon's lack of action over the years. He was certainly quickest to inform us of the state of things here." Barristan explained his reasoning readily.
"A good decision then; if the man cannot be a help at the very least he is unlikely to be a nuisance." She paused for a moment before addressing her commanders, "Tell the men we begin making for Summerhall now, we should be able to get a few hours of marching in before we must make camp for the night. It will take us two days to arrive there and Aegon should arrive six days after that. By then we should have a plan of action that he will be unable to interfere in which means that within ten days' time we will march to battle whether it be toward the Reach or toward the capital we will decide once we have reached our more permanent camp." The group dispersed then and made preparations for their departure.
The army moved quickly. Two days after their departure from Blackhaven, they were within miles of Summerhall. The trek had been interesting as it had snowed for the first time since their arrival. For the people of Slaver's Bay it was their first experience with the white powder and many had simply looked on in wonder. Arya merely laughed at their reactions, even in summer there was snow in the North. She was glad it had not been a proper snowstorm. Of course the winters this far south are nothing like in the North. There won't be any fifty foot snow drifts anywhere near here.
Three hours later and just before nightfall, their destination came into view. It was burned and charred from the fire that had happened during the Tragedy but it had been fortified and from a distance it appeared as though the structure would do a fair job of keeping out the cold. Arya couldn't help but compare the ruined castle to the melted stones of Harrenhal. Whatever happened may have been less potent than dragon fire but it burned all the same. The Queen and her company rode into the main courtyard of the broken castle. They were met by Daario Naharis and Grey Worm.
"My Queen," began the sell-sword as he went to help her from her horse, "the castle has been fortified, some dragon fire in key locations may help close gaps in the stonework but on the whole the castle is warm and strong." He hesitated and glanced at Grey Worm, "It is a strange warmth though, almost as if the fire that burned this place yet lingers here."
"Very well," Dany didn't care what caused the warmth, "we shall walk the perimeter of the castle with Drogon to ensure this place is as comfortable as it can be for the men."
"How went negotiations with your nephew?" Daario questioned.
Daenerys sighed wearily, "On the surface they went extremely well, he capitulated and over half of the forces he commanded will be at our disposal. Unfortunately looking deeper, I believe he will be more trouble than he is worth. The boy is incredibly arrogant and his highest advisor does nothing but encourage his fantasies." As Daario began leading them through the castle she told Daario and Grey Worm of her nephew and his behavior and demands.
"Sounds like the sort of man I would enjoy killing." Daario announced with a cocky smile, "You should simply have challenged the fool and when he decided to fight your champion himself as his pride demanded Aerion or Arya would have killed him." His blew hair shook as he laughed silently, " \I would have paid good coin to see Arya do such a thing, there would be no more embarrassing an end to an arrogant would be king."
Daenerys giggled something that was entirely uncommon from her, "Yes, well while he may deserve something of that nature, I very much doubt that I would have won any allies in Dorne with a move like that and while the Golden Company may have joined my cause there was certainly no guarantee," she smirked slyly, "of course that doesn't mean I didn't consider it."
Arya spoke up, "I wouldn't have minded the opportunity. He was far too arrogant for my taste and I don't trust him."
Daenerys turned to her, her violet eyes narrowed, "Yes Ser Barristan told me of your concerns. I must say I do not think him capable of such a thing."
For the first time Arya looked at Daenerys with something akin to disappointment, "I doubt Robb thought Roose Bolton capable of arranging for his murder, I doubt Robert Baratheon thought his wife so hateful as to arrange his death and I doubt Tywin Lannister thought that Tyrion would kill him in the privy with a crossbow. Think as you like your Grace, but be on your guard and we shall be on ours."
Dany was taken aback by her candor but realized the wisdom in her argument, "You are right of course it is the enemy you least suspect that can do the most harm. I know better than to think otherwise; Hizdahr and his ilk appeared to want peace when I first took Meereen when the truth was they always meant to stick a knife in my back."
"All I can ask is that you be aware he may be a threat." Arya said diplomatically.
"He seems such an annoyance at this point it is hard to imagine him as an actual threat."
"Understandable but that does not change the fact you have just taken what he believe is rightfully his; whether it is tomorrow or after all the Kingdoms are yours, he will eventually attempt to ensure that he sits on the Iron Throne." Dany nodded and they walked on Aerion and Arya talked idly as Daenerys continued informing her other commanders of events.
Midmorning the next day, Arya could be found attacking a practice dummy as Ser Barristan worked with Aerion at his sword play. Unfortunately, the Westerosi style was of little use to Arya so lessons with Ser Barristan would be pointless for her, she eagerly awaited the opportunity to fight with Aerion again though; the rush it gave her was amazing, yes but it was equally enjoyable just having the opportunity to fight somebody with that kind of command over the Braavosi Water Dance. What she wasn't expecting this morning was Daario Naharis to approach her, he had just finished circling the castle with Daenerys and Drogon pointing out the places where a well-placed burst of dragon fire could weld together two stones to better provide protection. Glad the dragon has enough control not to simply burn the entire building down. The ostentatious blue-bearded man bowed deeply before speaking, "Lady Stark I wonder if you might be willing to fight me?"
"Why would you want me to do that Daario?" Arya asked incredulously, leaning on Needle as its point stuck into the ground.
"Why I think you could learn something from watching me with a blade." He smiled lasciviously, his real meaning not lost on the former assassin.
"You've never been able to get into the Queen's bed so now you attempt to woo me?" Arya did not feel like playing his games.
"Oh I would have joined the Queen in bed many times had she been forced to marry that swine Hizdahr but alas his scheme was uncovered long before she decided to turn to me for comfort," He sounded the slightest bit remorseful of that fact, "since then, she has been nothing but business and destruction and while I can appreciate her drive, and her beauty," he added almost to himself, "I know she would no longer think to have me. So yes, I suppose I do think I can woo you to my bed as you put it."
"You would be wrong, ser." Arya told her and turned from him, her braided hair whipping around her head as she did.
He decided to stop playing games at that point, leaning in to whisper to her, "I am aware you and the snake are infatuated with one another, I think it would be fun to make him a little jealous."
Arya was slightly offended by the insinuation, "Infatuated seems incorrect to me, it implies that our feelings are not based in reality or that we are simply love-sick children."
Daario raised his hands in a placating gesture, "I meant no offense, the way you look at each other when the other isn't looking, or even when you are sometimes, makes it obvious there is genuine interest there but that doesn't change the fact I would like to make the snake a little jealous."
Arya noticed the moniker given her friend this time and decided to ask, "Why do you call him the Snake?"
Daario snickered, "You mean besides the fact that he has snake designs on his armor and weapons?" Arya nodded, "That would be because the various soldiers who have had the misfortune of fighting him find him to be as quick as a serpent, he strike quickly and with great force. Even I do not have the desire to fight him."
The sell-sword glanced in the direction of the subject of their conversation, "Ser Barristan and I may not always agree on everything but even I must admit the old man is incredibly skilled; that Aerion can stand against him for as long as he can is impressive. As far as the old man tells it, he gets better with every fight they have. Soon, he will be winning those fights more often than not until finally the old knight has nothing further to teach."
"He is something else with a blade isn't he?" she said with a slightly far off look in her grey eyes and the slightest of smiles on her lips.
"Now that is the look that tells all exactly how you feel about one another." Daario said triumphantly.
Arya shook herself and a mischievous smile broke across her face, "So you wanted to fight me Daario?"
Suddenly the gaudy man was less confident but nodded nonetheless, "This may entirely backfire, I had hoped to fight you and beat you; giving your handsome boy the sight of you pinned beneath me. It would have an interesting effect on him I think."
"You seem to forget that I am no slouch with a blade in my hands either." Arya told him imperiously as she pulled Needle from the ground. Daario merely gulped and nodded before taking a position across from her. He used an arakh something that she encountered many times in her travels and a dagger with the representation of a nude woman on the hilt. Arya drew Needle and the dagger she was gifted by Aerion and their fight began.
Arya recognized quickly that Daario had earned his command of the Stormcrows. He is not as good as Aerion though and that is why he knows not to fight him. Probably the reason he willingly gave up his position of champion as well. Arya parried and slashed, jabbed and ducked until finally she realized the most fun way she could win the fight would be to hit him where it would really hurt. It was obvious the man was an enormous womanizer; that he thought himself worthy of the Queen was incredibly telling. I don't doubt that Daenerys would have sought comfort with the man had she been forced to marry some slaver. That being said I'm still going to make him regret this decision. Daario had a very smooth fighting style but like the man himself, it was quite flashy. His slashes tended to go wider than needed and his thrusts were done with a great amount of gusto.
Noticing this rather quickly, Arya parried a blow from the man's dagger and then slipped underneath a slash elbowing him hard right in the ribs as she moved forward. She hit with a force that took Daario off guard. Obviously he wasn't expecting a woman to be quite that strong. Arya smirked to herself before adding the insult. She brought her right leg back and promptly smashed it into the man's groin. Now Arya didn't dislike Daario but implying that he would ever have her pinned beneath him, even in a fight, was a dream and she was insulted. He really should be more careful with what he says. As her foot connected the man visibly shook before falling to the ground in a heap.
Arya looked away from Daario to see that Ser Barristan and Aerion were both looking at her; she was surprised to see that Barristan was actually laughing in unrestrained joy as though he had just seen the funniest thing in the world. Aerion on the other hand was looking at her eyes sparkling and a large smile on his face. He probably guessed what Daario's intention was or at least the one he initially implied. Arya couldn't help but smile back. She then noticed Daenerys along with Tyrion just behind them. Daenerys had a good deal of mirth in her eyes while Tyrion looked only mildly amused. The Queen approached her then, "Well I imagine Daario's… sword, will be sore for quite some time after that kick." She got out between chuckles.
Arya snickered, "Yes well hopefully he has learned that I do not appreciate some of his implications." A groan of what might have been agreement was heard from the man.
Daenerys nodded enthusiastically, "Oh I'm certain he has… Arya would you join me in my room for a moment there is something that I would like to give you."
"Of course your Grace." Arya responded promptly but with a hint of confusion. The pair quickly made their way to Daenerys' room where the Queen bid her sit as she went about retrieving something. When she returned Arya was shocked to see Blackfyre in her hands.
The Queen noticing her expression began her explanation, "This is what I would like to give you." She placed the blade on the table between them, "I am many things Arya but I will never be the sort to fight on the battlefield, but fly above it on the wings of Drogon, yes that will definitely happen. Now, I would not see Blackfyre sit on my hip never to see use in this war and will definitely not be giving it to my nephew, even if it is tradition for the next Targaryen in line to carry the sword."
Daenerys steeled herself for what she had to tell Arya next, "I was talking to Lord Tyrion about what you said about your family's ancestral sword, Ice and he informed me that Tywin Lannister had it melted down and reforged into two longswords that were gifted originally to Joffrey Baratheon and Jaime Lannister." Arya's nostrils flared and pupils dilated at that information. She knew it was just a sword and meant little in the grand scheme of things but that blade had been in the Stark family for centuries; to so carelessly remove a piece of history was… despicable.
"Why give me Blackfyre then?" Arya asked after a moment of thought, "It will always be the sword of House Targaryen and Ice cannot be replaced. Besides I have my Needle and it is the only sword I have ever needed."
"You are my champion," Daenerys said as though it were obvious, "well one of them, but Aerion's sword is already much the same as Blackfyre and I doubt he would accept the blade as he is the one who returned it to me."
"It is a longsword Daenerys," Arya explained slowly, "I may be stronger than I appear but I have not the necessary stamina to fight with such a blade for long."
"Do not give me that my friend." Daenerys sounded exasperated, "We are both very much aware that it is Valyrian steel and as such is substantially lighter than other blades. I would bet it is as light as your Needle."
Arya knew that much to be true, "That is all well and good Dany but I still refuse this gift. I appreciate the gesture truly but it is not Ice any more than the two longswords Ice was destroyed to create."
Dany sighed but pushed the sword further toward Arya, "Please do this as a favor to me then, I don't expect you to use the sword but I would much rather it be with you than any other." She raised a hand to stop any protests, "I understand that I cannot replace what was lost to your family and as such, I would make it clear now that when this is over the blade shall be returned to House Targaryen."
Arya contemplated the Queen's request before sighing in defeat, "I will do this for you but it will only ever leave its sheath if I have no other option."
"That is all I can ask." Daenerys replied happily, "Though I must say, most would not see it as a burden being gifted a Valyrian steel sword, most would simply jump for joy."
Arya shrugged her slim shoulders, "Needle is a reminder of my family. It was a gift from my bastard brother Jon; I was closest to him of all my siblings. I will sharpen that blade until there is nothing left but a stump because it is a constant reminder why I do the things that I do."
"And I respect that Arya but I still ask that you take Blackfyre. If nothing else it may see use in your hands where it will never see any in mine." Daenerys extended the sheathed blade to her which she grabbed before standing. She stopped momentarily and bowed slightly before leaving the room. As she made her way to place the blade amongst her things she ran into Aerion.
He smiled when he saw what she was carrying, "She gave it to you then? Excellent."
"Did you have something to do with her decision to give me this sword?" Arya asked suspiciously.
"Nothing at all," Aerion told her quickly, "I imagine that she wished it to be put to good use. If anybody convinced her you should be given the blade I imagine it was Tyrion."
Arya knew that was closer to the mark than not but wondered what caused his thinking, "Why do you think Tyrion would convince her to give me Blackfyre?"
"He told me what happened to your family's sword," Aerion shrugged, "if nothing else he respects you and as such I imagine he told Daenerys the sword would be of use to you."
Arya chuckled, "Well your guess is very close to the mark, she did seem to think that giving me Blackfyre would be some kind of compensation for the loss of Ice but I told her I will continue to use Needle."
"Surely you will bring Blackfyre with you when we go into battle though?" Aerion asked
Arya furrowed her brow, "Why would I do such a thing? Unlike some people I cannot use two swords at once."
"Yes but you are far more likely to lose hold of Needle on a battlefield," Aerion pointed out, "there is never any harm in having access to another sword should something of that nature happen."
"Hmmm I suppose you're right." Arya couldn't help but concede his point, "I am so used to fighting an individual and, on rare occasions, small groups that I wasn't thinking in the terms of large scale battle. I'll take your advice then."
"Good," He sounded slightly relieved, "it is a smart decision."
Arya couldn't help but tease a little bit, "Do you worry about me often then? Think I won't be able to handle myself?"
Aerion smirked a glint in his amethyst eyes, "Definitely not, I don't think I'll ever meet a woman quite as capable as you, I simply think it best you be as prepared as possible for what is to come."
She smiled widely, "Good answer and on that note I must ask, are you done with Ser Barristan for the day?"
He seemed to know where this was going, "Yes I am, why do you ask?"
She poked him in the chest with one slender finger, "Because you sir owe me a fight and I would like to collect right now."
"Of course," He gripped her finger with his hand and pushed it toward her side with a chuckle, "would you like me to meet you down in the training yard then?"
"Yes just let me store Blackfyre." She walked past and spoke over her shoulder, "I'll just be a moment."
Ten minutes later Arya walked into the yard to find Aerion waiting there for her, he was extremely excited for this. Upon seeing her he immediately approached, "So same rules as last time then?"
She replied quickly, "Yes I think so." With that they took their stances across from each other. He had decided that it would be best to use two swords again. If he had learned nothing else in their first fight it was that she was incredibly quick and she used it to her advantage. They lashed out at each other quickly and with amazing ferocity. The last time was fantastic but after their first experience they were now far more prepared for what to expect from the other. He realized quickly that she was going on the attack first and foremost this time. Slash, stab, jab, slash an attempted punch, each came within seconds of the last and Aerion parried to the best of his ability and dodged the punch aimed for his head watching as it flew by his head. This time I will not change styles instead we are going to see exactly who would win when using only the Water Dance.
The fight continued in much the same manner for the next ten minutes until Aerion began going on the offensive himself. He brought both of his blades down only to have them met by Arya's crossed dagger and sword. He kicked out with his leg hoping to finish this fight much the same way he had the last time. He connected with her leg around mid-thigh and she tumbled over this time but when he went to cut her and finish the fight she quickly rolled back to her feet and batted his strike aside. She smirked at him and he did the same. The exhilaration was there again and he couldn't help but look at her flushed skin and the slight sheen of sweat that had developed along it. The dilation of her pupils and the rise and fall of her chest were mesmerizing and he his blood ran a little bit faster at the sight.
He threw himself back into the fight with an even greater fervor; they went on and on pouring sweat in the cold winter's air. It was twenty minutes later that the fight finally ended though not with a win on either side. He struck at her bicep cutting her there at the same time she put a shallow cut into his thigh. They both stared at each other panting before they simultaneously spoke, "I win."
Arya looked aghast, "You won! I think not Needle definitely cut into your thigh before you even came close to getting my arm."
Aerion immediately protested, "Certainly not! You hadn't even started your downward slash by the time my blade had nearly reached you."
"Key word there is nearly," Arya said haughtily, "I struck at your near leg from the jab and let's be honest, I'm extremely quick. It's no surprise that I was able to get in a nick before you could get me." Arya teased.
"You may be fast, beautiful but you are not so quick as to get that hit in before my blade reached you." Aerion smirked, enjoying their banter.
"See you're completely mental, I am most certainly not beautiful at the moment. I'm pouring sweat and look completely disheveled from our fight," She wiped at her brow and the beads of sweat that ran down her face to make her point, "only someone insane or trying at flattery because they know they lost would think to call me beautiful at the moment."
Aerion look at her and his gaze held something she didn't quite recognize and his tone lost its levity, "You're wrong Arya, you are always beautiful but I've never been more awestruck then I am when watching you fight. You are every bit a water dancer and the way your muscles play across your arms as you strike, the look in your eye… that determination in them, the furrow to your brow and sweat that glistens on your skin. I have never in my life seen a woman more beautiful than that." She was struck silent for a moment never imagining that he would say something like that, "Anyway, I say…"
But he didn't get the opportunity to finish that thought as she had crashed her lips into his with a force he was not expecting. He stumbled back a few steps before righting himself. He immediately started kissing the Northern beauty back. This was not the first woman he had kissed and this was not the first man she had kissed but it was the first time either of the pair felt fire run through their body from the act. She gripped the front of his shirt as his hands went to the back of her neck. After a minute of embracing which felt much longer to the pair they broke apart panting much the same way as they had just after the fight. They smiled at each other rather goofily for a moment before Arya spoke, "Well that was the single best kiss of my entire life."
It took a moment for Aerion to come back down from the high that kiss caused, "No question of that in my mind."
"Then again it's not much of a competition when the only other experiences I have are men who I needed to manipulate in order to reach or gain information on a target." Arya quipped with a throaty chuckled.
Aerion faked being struck, "You wound me woman."
"Well it doesn't change the fact that I greatly enjoyed that… what about you though, I doubt that was your first kiss?" She didn't truly care about his possible past relations, but she couldn't deny a certain curiosity.
"You would be right though I never was forced to kiss a woman for the sake of a mission." Aerion told her pulling away slightly.
"Lucky you… it was never something I wanted to do and I refused to do anything more than that. Men were distracted enough without needing me to do anything more." Aerion was happy about that he would hate to hear that she was forced to use herself for a kill. It wasn't based in some selfish desire for her to be innocent though; he really didn't care if she had been with a man before, but he was glad that if she had, it was by choice. She would still be the same woman but something like that would be far harder to forget and get past. Arya appeared like she was going to say something more but then changed her mind.
Aerion took her silence as opportunity to complete his earlier thought, "Well I was going to say before I was so pleasantly interrupted that I think maybe we should just call our fight a draw."
She smiled mischievously, "Oh I think that would be about right, I guess that just means that we're going to have to do it again."
"Oh really well then let's get to it then." And so they began again though this time Arya decided to play to a new advantage about five minutes in. Their swords locked when she decided to lean in and kissed him soundly on the lips catching him completely off guard; she proceeded to cut the back of his hand with her dagger.
"Oh you cheat!" He cried indignantly, as he went to grab her around the waist.
"Assassin remember?" She taunted as she danced away from, "I told you didn't I… never had to do more than kiss a man and he was distracted enough to get the job done."
"Well I say we have another go." There was a challenge in his tone that he knew she wouldn't be able to resist, "That fight was far too short for my liking and I can guarantee I won't be taken off guard like that again."
"I have no doubt, you're not the sort of person who takes long to learn their lessons. Of course most the people who experienced something of that nature from me didn't have the opportunity to learn from their mistakes." He merely chuckled before they began again.
This time when she attempted to pull the same thing he kissed her back with equal vigor before disengaging before she had the chance to strike at him. After that they ceased their playing with one another instead just fighting properly; of course, that didn't stop them from smiling and flirting with one another in between their bouts. In total they fought four times; the first ended in a tie, the second was the quick win by Arya, the third finished with Aerion slashing her forearm, and the last finished when Arya stuck his shoulder.
Arya was smiling victoriously and Aerion was tempted to just kiss the smug expression from her face. That really isn't a bad idea all things considered.
"Well I believe that makes two victories for me and only one for you ser." Aerion bumped her with his shoulder lightly.
"Yes but that makes us tied remember that ma'am." She laughed.
"Very true, I guess that just means we will have to do this again," The thought was far from unpleasant for either of them, "for now though I believe it is time I returned to my room… gods know I could use a bath." The image of Arya naked in her bath was not helping his already aroused state. He felt himself begin to harden and agreed with her readily that they should stop. She hugged him briefly, clearly just as exhausted before they parted ways. Aerion quickly relieved himself of his clothes and then of the tension he had built up over the past two hours of fighting. He had no idea that Arya was doing the exact same thing in a room just on the other side of the castle.
Three days later, Arya awoke early as per usual. The past couple of days had been enjoyable. There was no awkwardness between Aerion and her; they simply accepted that their relationship had progressed farther. Fortunately, no one had chosen to comment on it as of yet. She doubted that would be the case after the war council meeting today. If nothing else I imagine that Tyrion will feel the need to make some sort of lewd remark. She rose from her bed only to find a raven sitting outside on the window sill. She quickly opened the window and grabbed the two letters that the raven carried. One appeared to be in a woman's hand likely Rhea's and the other was clearly in Nela's. She decided she would save the little girl's for last, seeing the letter reminded her how much she missed her.
Arya,
We figure these letters will take some time to reach you as you are traveling away from the raven as he flies. As such I feel it important to tell you that this is being written two weeks after your departure. I'm sure Nela has informed you of developments as they pertain to her young life so I will simply tell you what is going on with us adults. Micah and Doreah left with the twins to return to Braavos but not before Micah had business discussions with Farrago. Apparently he needed someone new to oversee his business' fishing operations and thought there was no better man for the job than the lifelong fisherman. So, Jaggo and his father are traveling to Braavos in order to establish a new home there and begin working for Micah. Eroeh has remained here in Pentos for a time though I am sure Nela will inform you of the reason why.
We all miss you and Aerion, the children most of all, I am sure you will be getting a letter from the others explaining more of the details of what has happened with them. Now I feel I must ask about you. How goes the war effort? How are you? How is Aerion? How are the two of you? And don't pretend like you don't know what I mean.
Love,
Rhea
Arya couldn't help but smile. She thought it was a good thing that Micah was going into business with Farrago. While she had didn't know the two men as well as she knew their wives it was clear from the conversations she had with that they both knew their business very well. And Jaggo and Nela will benefit from the opportunities available in a city like Braavos. Reading through the end of the letter Arya smiled widely. Well I have substantially more to tell about Aerion and myself now than I did three days ago. She set aside Rhea's letter and quickly opened the one from her favorite little girl.
Hi Aria,
I really miss you and Arion but its been really fun here. Daddy and Jaggo left went to Braavos, mummy says we are goin to be living there now. But its really cool because they let me stay here in Pentos for a while so that daddy and Jaggo can set up our new house. So Ashlyn and me get to spend some time together while we wait for them to send word. We've been staying with Rona and Devan and me and Ashlyn share a room now. I wish you were still here to pertect us but I know what you have to do is really important. I hope you are able to stop the bad people who hurt your family. Tell Aerion I miss him too. You two better look out for each other otherwise I am going to be very cross with you next time I see you. Mummy says this will take some time to get to you and you may be too busy to respond for a while. Ashlyn wanted me to say hi for her.
Please, please, please write to me as soon as you get this
Love lots,
Nela
Arya chuckled silently to herself after she finished reading Nela's letter. Apparently I forgot to tell her how to spell my name while we were together. Nonetheless she found the young girl's writing as adorable as the girl herself and immediately took to writing a response. I'll wait to write to Rhea. I am sure Aerion would like to write to her also so may as well wait until after I tell him. She took about a half an hour to write her reply than began her morning routine.
By the time she was done it was only a short time till they were scheduled to begin their meeting. She quickly made her way into the main hall where the whole affair was to take place. Daenerys with Missandei by her side, Aerion, Ser Barristan, Grey Worm and Harry Strickland had already arrived. She quickly made her way over to Aerion and sat beside him. They were only waiting on Tyrion and Daario now. They probably had another drinking game last night and are doing their best to work it off.
Those present spent their time chatting about nothing of import though Arya did notice the surreptitious glances Daenerys threw their way. Clearly she has noticed the change in our relationship. I imagine I shall hear no end of it the next time we are together in private. Aerion was having much the same thought beside her, remembering the last time the Queen had decided to take an interest in him and Arya.
A half an hour later the two late risers decided to join them and based on their appearance clearly Arya's presumptions about their previous night's activities were on the mark. She had the urge to walk up to them and be as loud as possible but figured the Queen could easily punish them for their stupidity if she felt the need. Tyrion took his usual seat on the Queen's right while Daario still wary of Arya after their fight chose to sit further down the table instead of next to her. Well at least the cocky man learns his lessons well. Daenerys's voice pulled her from her internal musings, "We are here to discuss our next move, let us begin."
Harry Strickland quickly decided to interject his opinion, "Why do we need to discuss anything, all of this delaying is foolish. You have three dragons capable of leveling any standing structure to nothing with ease. We should simply burn our way through our enemies and do the same to the cities if need be." Apparently it was not such a wise decision to suggest him as Aegon's accompanying advisor.
Daenerys looked incredibly frustrated by the foolish comment, "Have you absolutely no sense? I would have expected such a comment from someone as inexperienced as my young nephew but form a man who has been fighting in battles longer than I have been alive I would have hoped for better."
Strickland averted his gaze properly cowed, "I apologize your Grace, but we have spent the last two years making little progress and now we have the opportunity to properly make a go of conquering the country."
Daenerys scoffed irritably, "Well I cannot simply burn everything to the ground. I have no interest in being a Queen of ashes."
Tyrion spoke up then, "Then you can never unleash your dragons on King's Landing, you must either force them to surrender by defeating their armies in the field or sack the city properly."
"What makes you say that Tyrion?" Daario questioned.
"At the Battle of the Blackwater I used wildfire to destroy Stannis's fleet. I had the alchemist who was responsible for its production removed but I know my sister and there is no doubt in my mind that she employed them to create more of the potent explosive." Recognition dawned in everyone's eyes, "If I were to guess the city is stockpiled with the stuff and should even a drop of it be lit ablaze the entire city and your army surrounding it will be burned in an unholy inferno. You may be able to withstand the flames your Grace but we others will not be so lucky."
"She would truly do such a thing?" Daenerys questioned disgusted. Arya was tempted to comment but kept her thought to herself. Oh she is nearly as mad as your father was your Grace.
"Most definitely, she has little love for the people, she sees herself as above them." Tyrion didn't even attempt to hide the disdain from his voice, "Fortunately, Margaery is far better loved and would never give a command to burn the city which is why should there be an explosion, it will not be sparked by our enemy. So it is us who must be wary."
While surprised Dany dismissed the issue without further discussion, "That is fine, I had no intention of raining fire down upon the capital anyway. That city is the legacy of my family and I have no intention of destroying it."
Ser Barristan spoke up, "So what do we intend to do? We could begin an assault against the forces of the Reach but they will ensure they stand on fertile ground that you are unwilling to burn knowing the damage it would cause come the spring."
Tyrion's mind was clearly working overtime, "We attack the capital directly." Everybody stared as though Maelys the Monstrous with his hideous second head had suddenly entered the room.
Noticing the expressions Tyrion quickly continued, "I know Cersei and she will likely try to avoid the entire issue by sending out someone to participate in a single combat. Now while either Aerion or Arya will have to fight her champion I highly doubt Margaery will recognize the former Queen's command. Margaery will most likely see it as an opportunity to delay our initial attack and allow time for the forces of the Reach and the West to attack our rear."
Ser Barristan interjected quickly at that point, "You would leave us vulnerable to a rear attack."
"That is assuming our goal is actually to take the capital," Tyrion started simply, "our real goal will be drawing the men of the Reach out into open battle. We will only get so close to the capital so as to pose a threat. We don't want to be stuck between the river and the enemy army."
Tyrion smiled widely, his scar pulling taught across his face, "Plus, Ser Barristan you must remember we are not an army made up of only men, while I cannot guarantee the direction of the wind when finally the enemy forces arrive, the dragons will be able to do severe damage to them. While they approach our rear the dragons set alight every man in the rear ranks of their army.
Everyone sat silently as the half-man continued to explain things to those assembled, "Now once the fire begins destroying their forces they will likely seek to engage us as quickly as possible knowing the dragons will cease their attack once our men are in danger from the flames. The beauty true beauty of it is that we will never have to ride out far enough to actually be in danger from the capital's defenses"
Daenerys sat in silence for some time as the others talked around her. Arya decided to give her opinion of the plan while they awaited the Queen. "The plan is sound. If we manage to destroy their army there King Tommen will have no choice but to surrender and open the gates. He will have no one left under his command who could challenge us. Well the Boltons and Freys are still his men but Stannis occupies them. Should this plan succeed we would be able to firm up control in the Southern kingdoms before working our way further North and dealing with the Ironborn and Boltons."
Aerion seemed to be of a differing opinion, "But we would open ourselves up to a greater force than is perfectly necessary. We could draw the forces of the Reach into battle easily enough without exposing both the rear and the front lines of the army. If we do this and the men of the Reach manage to push us toward the city once we are engaged we will be pinned. We have to ensure that we are not the ones caught between the hammer and the anvil so to speak." Good he doesn't agree with me simply for the sake of agreeing with me. I prefer a man with his own opinions.
Tyrion nodded, conceding that Aerion was correct, but countered quickly, "You are right but that is why we ensure that the army never comes within range of the cities defenses while the mere threat will force reinforcements from the Reach to ride out to meet us. The dragons will never be close enough to be threatened by the city's archers and it will be them who find themselves caught between the anvil and hammer. With the river to the north there will be no threat of an army coming down from the there while we fight the one attacking from the south- west."
"So we essentially use the river," Aerion paused thinking it over for a moment, "it will either be our greatest asset or the reason we lose the fight."
Tyrion shrugged his shoulders, "It is a gamble but one worth taking."
Harry Strickland interjected, "Do not forget the elephants. They should break the front lines of their army and our cavalry numbers are far greater thanks to the former members of the Dothraki hoard amongst the ranks."
Aerion raised his hands in defeat then, "I simply wish to point out the risks. It would be unwise to decide on a course of action without even thinking of the repercussions."
Harry nodded, "A wise course but you must understand that had Aegon had the numbers available when he first arrived that you have now, the capital would have been taken before ever they had the opportunity to defend but we knew that wasn't possible. By the time Dorne had agreed to fight with us it was no longer a possibility."
Daario spoke up for the first time, "We must also remember that the Reach cannot spare every soldier available to them, they still have the Ironborn to worry about. While that may only thin their numbers some three to five thousand it doesn't change the fact that it stacks the odds greater in our favor."
Daenerys's reemergence into the conversation happened then, "Who defends the capital and who has command of the Reach and Western forces?"
"When our alliance with Dorne became official, Randyll Tarly was sent from the capital to take command of the Reach's forces." Harry rubbed at his chin, "With no clear cut successor after Kevan Lannister's death I imagine he also has control over the Lannister's forces. Mace Tyrell defends the city."
Ser Barristan, being the most knowledgeable of the men mentioned, spoke up, "Randyll Tarly is a formidable man, awful person, but extremely skilled in matters of warfare. Mace Tyrell on the other hand is a fool who merely grasps at power wherever he can get it. I swear he would sell his own mother if it ensured his family had a place on or near the throne," the old knight seemed to consider that for a moment, "Then again, Lady Olenna Tyrell is far more intelligent than her son will ever be, so it would be far more likely he would be the one sold and trussed up." Barristan and Tyrion both smirked at the idea. Clearly they both have had some experience with the woman.
"So we would be wise to be far more concerned with the forces commanded by Randyll Tarly then the defenders of the city? Daenerys questioned.
"Correct your Grace, if anything Mace is more likely to do something that benefits instead of hindering us."
Tyrion decided to bring up his final point then, "I think it is important to note that the area directly around the capital is not fertile land so we avoid the risk of alienating the small-folk by destroying the production machine that is the Reach."
Daenerys stood then and it was clear she had come to a decision, "We will march on the capital once the rest of our forces arrive. We will give them two day's rest to ensure that the entire army is recuperated before we begin our first battle."
Strickland decided to interject, "Your Grace, Aegon will not be happy he was not involved in this decision."
Daenerys resisted the urge to roll her eyes, "That is his problem, I am more concerned with how his forces feel about marching north just after they marched south."
"They will likely welcome the slightly warmer weather however short a time they can appreciate it and when they hear where we intend to attack they will rejoice that we will finally be making progress in this war." Yes unfortunately this is only the beginning and while we will have the superior forces by a wide margin should we win this battle the other men waging this war are stubborn enough that more blood will be shed.
Three days later, the Dornish forces along with the Golden Company arrived. Arya and Aerion probably should have been in the courtyard to greet the princeling but they had decided against it. They really didn't care whether they slighted the arrogant bastard; instead, they were walking around the camp greeting their new comrades in battle. It's important to have rapport amongst fighting men.
They had just left the remaining men from Sunspear led by Obara, who was surprisingly cordial in her greeting, when they came upon the men of Starfall. Edric Dayne came to greet the pair a smile plastered to his face when he saw Arya. "Hello Arya and… I'm sorry I don't think we were introduced at the negotiations."
"My name is Aerion Ormthair," They looked each other up and down for a moment, "I am from Pentos."
"Ah a sell-sword then?" Edric said as though it was a guaranteed thing.
Aerion did his best not to show any agitation at that, "No a sword pledged to the Queen, Arya and I are her champions in matters of single combat."
"Truly, I would have figured Ser Barristan has that honor?" The young man was clearly skeptical that a woman and a fighter from Pentos could surpass the old knight.
"Ser Barristan is far too important in other matters of the Queen's business to be risking his life in matters of single combat." Aerion replied frostily. I'm quite sure he would greatly enjoy showing Edric exactly why Ser Barristan has taken the time to train him of late. He is winning as often as not now after all.
Edric turned away from Aerion and focused on Arya, she didn't particularly care for the way his eyes lingered, "So what happened in the past five years that took you from captive of the Brotherhood to champion of the Mother of Dragons?"
Arya decided to be blunt as it would likely wipe whatever thoughts he had of her beyond friendship straight from his mind. I doubt very much his reaction will be anywhere near Aerion's; trust is the last thing I see on the average person's face after they hear what I had to do. "I've trained and served for the past five years as one of the Faceless men." And there it was almost immediately, the fear of her and what she was capable of plain as day on his face. Aerion noticed it too and she could tell he was offended on her behalf by Edric's reaction. He doesn't understand why someone would fear me because of that; of course that is probably because he has more experience in such matters. Though I have to wonder why anybody is concerned when they hear that bit of information. I wouldn't tell them I was a Faceless man if I was still working for them.
Still Arya was happy that the tidbit of information had the desired effect… that look had left his eyes in a mere blink. "So Edric how did you come to be Sword of the Morning?"
He stuttered when first he spoke; a testament to her former order's reputation, "Th…That is quite a simple story actually. I stayed with the Brotherhood because I was Beric's squire. I was there when he gave his life to revive your mother," his eyes became haunted and Arya actually sympathized with him, "I would not take part in the things she demanded, she killed men without discrimination as long as they were Lannister or Frey. Most were just men who harmed no one and simply had the unfortunate luck of sharing a last name with the ones who had wronged the Lady Stoneheart." The name rolled of his tongue with disdain.
Spite laced her words as Arya spat out, "That thing is not my mother. It is a pale imitation that I hope meets a speedy end. I've heard tale of what she has done to people. She does not simply kill them she tortures them before giving them release. I hear her second in command is just as bad."
"Yes Gendry," Edric started sympathetically, "I know he was your friend once and I tried to convince him to come with me and he almost did, but in the end he stayed and over time doing things like that change a man. From everything I have heard, his time with them has made him very much like his Lady."
"I have heard much the same." Arya said blankly, "I am glad you were able to leave them."
"As am I," The relief evident in his voice, "anyway, when I returned to Starfall I demonstrated what I learned from Beric in my time as his squire. The castellan and my aunt were impressed enough that he presented me with Dawn as way of commemorating my success."
"And when the Martells called their banners you were obligated to answer the call and so you fought for Aegon." He nodded at her correct assumption. "Thank you Edric, we will leave you to it." He bid them farewell as they turned to leave.
After greeting as many of the men as they could in a day they made their way back inside of Summerhall castle. As they walked by the Queen's door they heard raised voices. It would appear the prince has taken issue with some of Daenerys's decision making. The pair decided to listen in on the argument. They quickly realized it was only Aegon who could not control his temper.
"You had no right! Absolutely no right to make war plans without my presence!" He bellowed.
Daenerys replied calmly but with a hard edge to her voice, "I promised you nothing in way of advisement. This my army and it is my decision, I have discussed the matter with every member of the army whose opinion matters to me and it has been decided… we will march on the capital with or without you."
"The Dornish won't follow without my support." He sneered.
Daenerys laughed in his face, "Do you truly believe that? You think they would pass up an actual battle for the first time in two years for a boy playing at being a man? No they will follow the person who actually plans to follow through on their promises."
Apparently, Jon Connington had not come to this meeting as from their experience that comment would have raised his ire. The pair outside the door could imagine the prince's face reddening, they imagined it was quite comical, "I am a man of twenty and one and you would think to call me a boy."
"Yes, you have no control over your temper, no understanding of when it is right to fight and right to remain silent, and you act as though you are a child being denied his favorite toy." Her voice was even but held a steely edge to it, "If you really thought about the situation you would realize that waiting until your arrival would have given our enemies more time to adapt to the current turn of events and instead of catching them unawares and forcing them to react to our attack on the capital they would have time to plan."
"Fine," Aegon spoke indignantly, "but don't you think it unwise to fight them in a situation where our back will be to the river?"
"Finally a word of sense instead of childish whining," Daenerys said dramatically, "that possibility has been discussed which is why we intend to pull away from the river before pinning ourselves. The goal is mainly to force the army from the Reach to meet us away from their fertile territory. They will be forced to react to our march on the capital regardless of how close we actually get which is why we will never put ourselves close enough to the river for it to serve as an actual threat."
"Between the elephants and dragons, I would imagine you can't see us being pushed back to that extent." Aegon offered slowly.
"Correct," Daenerys said more kindly than she had anything else in the conversation, "though it doesn't change the fact that we have planned for the possibility anyway."
Aegon sighed loudly enough for Arya and Aerion to hear, "The plan is good, you said we march in two days' time?"
"A day and a half essentially, the newly arrived forces will be given the rest of today and all of tomorrow to recuperate before we march on the capital."
"Understood, I hope in future I will be involved with planning."
"Should you continue to demonstrate some measure of the maturity you have in the last few moments your input will be considered if not accepted." Daenerys told him blandly.
"That is the least I can ask." Aegon said with a hint of petulance.
They heard Daenerys stand and usher him from the room the pair began walking again before he exited. As they retreated they heard Daenerys's voice from down the hall, "Good day nephew, be ready for the march."
As Aerion and Arya continued down the hall they began discussing what they had just heard. Aerion spoke first, "His change in demeanor seemed false to me."
Arya smiled at his observation, "It was, and while his concerns about the attack plans were genuine there was a hint of contempt in every word he uttered."
"I thought so," He glanced at her from the corner of her eye, "he wants her to trust him doesn't he?"
"That would be my belief," Arya informed him with a slight frown, "he may be arrogant but I don't think he is a fool. He is much more likely to find an opportunity to be rid of the Queen should she and others trust him."
Aerion nodded slowly, "Unfortunately, there is nothing we can do about that now but watch and be wary. For now we should relax, in two days we finally go to war."
"I am actually looking forward to it," Arya rubbed at her temples, "I knew there would be a political aspect to this campaign as well but I am a woman of action and I look forward to finally helping Daenerys take what is hers."
He leaned over and kissed her before pulling away, "I think we are both anxious for the opportunity."
AN: Another chapter in the books
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