2nd Month of 300 A.C. Meeren

Queen Daenaerys Targaryen

As Dany looked at the people gathered in the throne room, she could not help but think that perhaps she should have done this earlier. Her husband had been taken care of, the Shavepate had seen to that, his head now adorned a spike atop one of the city walls, a message to his allies in Yunkai. And now she had to deal with those fools below her, who would seek to remove her from power, she who had tried so hard to make them see the error of their ways. It was infuriating, that they would dare try and clash with her, the Blood of the Dragon.

"My eminent graces, I thank you all for agreeing to meet with me here." Dany begins. "I know we have not always had a easy relationship, but I would hope that in light of recent events, we could perhaps work together to form a coherent structure of government for Meeren and her people."

"Tell me Your Grace, is that why your husband's head adorns a spike on the city walls, along with those of his family?" Lorat Merreq, head of House Merreq asks.

Dany looks at the man with disdain. "His head sits those walls because he was a traitor, he confessed to having allied with Yunkai just before our marriage, and working toward bringing me down to the ground. He broke the terms of the peace, and our marriage, and he has suffered for it. Just as his traitorous family has as well."

"So his nieces and nephews who were no more than babes required death as well did they?" Merreq asks.

There is some murmuring at that and Dany feels her anger grow, she takes a deep breath though, now is not the time, not yet, she must keep them talking. "I regret the actions that needed to be taken with regards to the House of Loraq, but I do believe they were necessary. The house had shown itself to be bent on lies and corruption, I could not allow such a thing to continue. All had to pay the price, let that be a lesson to you all."

"Pah, you claim to be enlightened, and yet you are nothing but a tyrant dressed as a woman. I always knew this, and I should have had you killed when I had the chance." Alor Yherizan head of that house snaps.

"You will watch your tongue, or I will cut it out for you." Ser Barristan barks his hand on his sword.

"Let him speak Ser. I would hear what this man has to say." Dany says calmly.

Yherizan looks shocked at this, but he goes on regardless. "You sit there, atop your throne, and yet you know nothing of the people you would rule. You sit there, making judgements and changing the laws, laws that are centuries old, and yet you do not consult with us? We will never support you, we would rather eat our own children than support someone such as you."

Dany looks at the man, struggling to contain her anger. "Your culture is outdated and barbaric. I have given you all the chance to try and adapt to this new regime, progress only comes when there is change. Not when there is stagnation, you have all been stagnate for too long. It ends now."

"Pah." the Naqqan of Naqqan spits. "You speak honeyed lies on a tongue that is not fit for anything but sucking my cock."

"Watch yourself." Ser Barristan growls

The Naqqan looks at him then and sneers. "You, old man, tell me what do you see when you look at this girl here. She claims to want to rule, and yet she relies not on any trueborn Meerenese person but on some eunuch and a man who is not fit for anything other than war. You fought under her father, the mad king, tell me, what was it the mad king always used to say? A man burnt alive is better than a man whole. He did the slaughter of many, and now this girl, his daughter is doing the same. Tell me how could you sit there and allow that?"

Ser Barristan looks horrified, and Dany knows she will need to speak with him later, but for now she merely looks at the Naqqan and says. "You did not have a problem with any of this before now my good man. Tell me, what is it that has changed your mind so? Is it the fact that your ally is now dead, or the fact that you are going to be next?" she laughs then. "Oh do not look so surprised, did you truly think I would not find out about your connection to the Harpy? I got it from my husband before he died. He also admitted many other things about the two of you as well, alas, a shame he could not admit it all. But still, now that we have this, let me see how many ways I could kill you all."

"You would see us all dead Your Grace?" Khalara Ghazeen asks. "Even those of us who have stood by you through thick and thin? Why?"

"For there to be true change, there must be new houses to rise from the ashes. I will not allow the old to drag the new down. You must all pay the price for the follies of your ancestors, and now you shall." Dany replies clapping her hands, thus signalling to the Brazen Beasts and Unsullied to enter.

"You will suffer for this!" someone shouts.

"The Harpy will have her revenge. You cannot kill all of her children." Someone else screams.

As the beasts move in on the heads of the families, and as she knows is being done to their family members elsewhere, Dany merely looks at them and replies. "I can and I will. Kill them." As the screams echo throughout the hall, she turns to Ser Barristan and says. "It is time, let us release the dragons on these fools."

Volon Therys

Jon Connington

The whole time, it had been a ruse, a ruse this whole time. The message, it had been a lie, the company had never left Volon Therys, whoever had been put in the fat man's pay was a liar, and the question was, who as behind that. So many questions, not enough answers, and all the time, Jon had a nagging doubt, something or someone had been following them, he was not sure what, or who, but he knew something had, he could feel it within his bones. It was making him go mad, and he knew others felt it as well.

"The fat man has gone mad, if he thinks this will work." Ser Tristan Rivers says. "We cannot be expected to go to Meeren now, the whole damned city is going in flames, because of the king's aunt. She is doing things that are just bad business."

"It is not about business, it is about getting the king his wife. We must ensure that is done." Jon snaps.

"And how do you suppose we do that Lord Jon? Our ships are not enough to get us there, not with the blockade. Volantis has its own issues right now, but there are other places that have fleets that might be willing to get us there if we pay them the right price, and yet I do not think the cheesemonger wants to part with any more money." Rivers responds.

"Then we go by land." Jon says stubbornly. "We must aid the Queen, and ensure that nothing goes wrong there. Already we have been delayed by that stupid message, we cannot allow anything more to divert us."

"Going by land is suicide. We would lose men to desertion before we even set off from here." Strickland says. "We cannot go by land, and going by sea toward the east is pure madness. We are stuck here until something better comes along."

"It so happens that my spies have reported Ironborn coming this way, it seems that Euron Greyjoy wants to bring the Queen for himself and claim the throne. He wants her dragons and her cunny." Lysono Maar the spymaster says.

"Dealing with a Greyjoy? Out of the question." Jon retorts. "I will not sully the king's good name with dealings with that fool."

"I do not think you give Greyjoy enough credit, my lord." Mudd says. "He has got quite the reputation, as a skilled sailor, his fleet would be one of the best within all of Westeros and Essos, and if he give him the right price then he will serve us loyally. The king would be there and back in no time."

"And what price would the king have to pay? Would it be his bride, or his pride? I would not want that. Nor would the cheese monger nor the spider. No Euron Greyjoy must be ignored." Jon replies.

"Then what of Salladhor Saan? The man has a strong fleet and is due money from Baratheon, we can use that, and promise him loot and plunder, and then there is the Pirate king within the Stepstones, we must make our move soon." Maar says.

"Enough." Jon hears a voice call out. "Enough with this talk of going eastward." Jon turns and sees the king standing there looking tired and frustrated. "We all know what will happen if I go eastward, I will look like a beggar, my aunt will not want to have anything to do with me. If she wants Slaver's Bay she is welcome to it. I will take what is rightfully mine, and I shall do it with the army of men who know how to fight. I will win people to my cause the same way the Teagues did, through conquest and through showing my skill. I will not hide whilst someone else does the duty for me. It is time we moved westward, not eastward. I am done hiding."

"A bold move my king," Jon says cautiously, he had been noticing a change in Aegon over the past few moons, something he had not been able to place his finger on, but he knows there is something different about him. "But where would you land, and how would you maintain that hold?"

The king unfurls a map of Westeros and points at a place on the map. "The Stormlands are weak and vulnerable, it is there we shall set sail for, we shall hit the Baratheons where it hurts them. We shall show them that we are not done and dead. When I land and begin conquering, my uncle and Dorne will have to come to our side, otherwise they will risk looking the fool. We shall rally those who were known within the circles as loyalists and we shall break them down and win this war."

"And who will fund this?" Strickland asks.

"Our coffers are full captain." Rivers responds. "We can either sit here, or get fat, or we can do as His Grace suggests and move and fight. Personally I would rather fight than sit here waiting for a woman to make her mind up."

Laswell Peake chirps up then. "I too would rather fight than sit here getting old. I will have time to that when I am old and grey. I want to fight, and if it means placing the true king on the throne, then so be it. Let us do this and fuck the Lannisters."

"Let's finish what the dragons started, let us restore the rightful king on to his throne and let us end Tywin Lannister and his get once and for all." Mudd shouts.

There is a chorus of approval at that, and Jon stands and lowers himself to one knee before the boy he sees as a son and a king. "I will stand by your side and fight for you, till my last breath."

Others make the same pledge, and Jon looks up at the boy, who is now a man, and for the first time, he sees Rhaegar in the boy's face. He knows the gods are on their side then, in that moment.