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Chapter Forty-Nine: XLIX- You're a Dragon, So Be A Dragon
(Cersei)
News of Tywin's death by dragonfire reached Cersei quicker than most thought. She sat there at the table silent like others as Varys eyed everyone, he was planning on leaving soon. Soon he would sail across the Narrow Sea to Daenerys and hopefully meet up with Tyrion as well.
"That bitch killed my grandfather and has captured my grand-uncle?" Joffrey asked slowly as many froze at his calm tone. Cersei, truly terrified of her son's reaction, said nothing and watched. "Close the city off, ensure no one enters or leaves unless it is our soldiers marching from the capitol to fight," Joffrey said slowly as he stood. It was obvious he had no idea what to do and needed to think everything over.
"Your Grace, if we close off the gates, we will also seal off trades from the city," Varys said calmly as Joffrey glared.
"I said to close off the gates, so close them," he said as Varys nodded.
"Of course, Your Grace," he agreed before deciding it would be now to leave.
Varys had retrieved two letters, one from a Queen who he feared more than an exiled lord with a boy they wanted him to stand behind who sent the second letter, claiming they needed his help. He had to choose and Varys knew what would happen if he chose wrong. The Spider feared the Dragon Queens more, so he would defend them as the people who escaped to her remained within her service. Illyrio will have to try and get the boy out himself if he wishes to see this boy on the throne, to keep an old promise to one the cheesemonger loved dearly. He could only imagine if the knight found out he was protecting a lie. Using the knight's love for a specific Targaryen prince to prop up a child that only resembled him. Varys would help, yes. But he will not help this boy. He will help the rightful heirs to the Targaryen family.
XLIX
Varys entered his chambers before seeing one of his young birds standing there with a parchment clasped in her hands. Trading coin for the parchment he sent her on her way before reading it as he froze.
"Bring the Blacksmith. It is time we reveal the truth and enact his right to Storm's End." Varys did not need it to be signed to know who wrote it. And planned to think of his way out.
XLIX
(Rhaenyra)
Rhaenyra moaned as her husband roughly took her from behind a position that was still new to them. But it was easier with her sore breasts, many claimed she should have had a wetnurse but Rhaenyra effortlessly fed her three children with ease. Robb was fascinated by her mothering his children, she could easily nuture them and another but Robb has actually decided to wait until Daemon is a bit older.
Robb had been completely enamored by Daemon who resembled the Targaryen side of his family.
They laid together soon after, him finishing out of her as she enjoyed learning new ways to help him release without being inside of her. Rhaenyra had already fed her children and listened to them breathe as Robb did the same, his hand running up and down her back.
"How long will it take for us to reach Winterfell?" she asked as Robb hummed softly.
"A few moons, two at most unless we hurry to beat the winter," he said as she nodded. "Already been a month since, news should have reached her by now," Robb commented.
"It should. Dany will be here within this year, she'll be on Dragonstone by winter's start," Rhaenyra told him as she showed him the message she had received. "Regardless if she knows before or not."
"Good, once we ensure the safety of the Wall and that our food stores are filled and sealed for the oncoming winter, we will join her." He knew Daenerys would need her sister to help her.
"We need to deal with the Ironborn, Robb. Yara is still our prisoner and her father and uncle will soon come to attack us," Rhaenyra said seriously as he sighed.
"I know. I just don't know-"
"Dragonfire. It's the fastest way and will ensure their ships sink," Rhaenya said calmly and calculatedly.
"Rhaenyra. We can not use the dragons for everything-"
"Aegon the Conqueror did," she countered.
"And the people resented him for his-"
"Robb. What are you?" She asked as he frowned.
"Robb Stark," he said, confused.
"No. What is your house?" she asked him, eyes going to Grey Wind who slept near the cribs.
"A direwolf," he said.
"And what am I?" she questioned.
"A dragon," he grinned.
"Wolves and dragons do not question, they secure their families and so long as the Ironborn remain alive and free, our children will not be safe," she said as he eyed her with a curious look.
"Very well," he agreed. "Once we get home, we will look at our situation and decide from there," Robb decided as she agreed and snuggled into him.
XLIX
Rhaenyra flew with Jaime and Baela alongside her, it was becoming more natural to fly on the dragons rather than ride horses. Even Jaime, who complained at first how awkward it was, quickly became a quick study on riding the dragons.
Rhaenyra had noticed Valaena sleeping in Jaime's tent now and assumed they were staying together. Baela herself was staying with the northern people to get to know her future husband and his people. Smalljon and a handful of lords would jest with her in a playful manner. Eleyna and Jeyne had been sent back north with a handful of their future husbands' men. Eleyna had taken her intended news well, and even thanked Smalljon for accepting the offer. He had told her what was expected of her, she and Jeyne would be kept together in Karhold. To show her true loyalty, she was expected to watch her sister but also to see if she could overhear someone think her a Lannister favor. Such as the cousins to Rickard Karstark. Eleyna, unlike her family, just wanted a happy life, to be a truthful wife. She liked the queen and knew he was better than the Lannisters and the Mad King.
Eleyna was to ensure her sister did not mess up anything for them, so she would do as she was told.
Rhaenyra knew of this as the girl always politely greeted her and would converse with the queen without malice or a hidden intent behind it. Robb's shoulder healed with ease as Melisandre aided, the Red Priestess stayed with the young queen now as her healer and tender to the children. The Red Woman startled Baela when she said she saw seven eggs hatch from her, a chuckling Brida assumes it means that Baela will have seven babies. Terrifying the poor girl who did not think she could have more than two, three at most. But to hear seven, she nearly faltered that day.
Eddard squealed playfully as he held onto Jaime who whooped as he flew Rhaenys in a careful manner but enough of a twirl to make the young babe squeal in delight. Arya and Rhaenyra smiled as the younger decided to fly with her queen, holding baby Daemon in her arms as the babe peacefully slept. Perfectly content in his aunt's arms in the air on dragonback. Robb playfully said he would follow his dragon-riding namesake when more dragons are hatched or produced. Robb fully believes dragons will come back, especially with the threat of the Others, as she remembered Old Nan telling her. She only prayed they were not true or if they were, they could stop them in time.
XLIX
(Tyrion →Griff)
Tyrion listened to the arguing with the girls as Shae had listened to the man confirm what he overheard about Daenerys marrying a boy who is claimed to be the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark, all claim legitimate. Tyrion knew the danger of Jon to this Aegon, Jon is well known as a hidden prince raised by his loyal uncle and trained in Westeros, unlike the boy. Daenerys had a chance to change the fact that she was raised in Essos with her dragons like her twin and the fact that Rhaenyra and Jon will defend her and help install on the Iron Throne.
'As will we,' Tyrion thought as they noticed Young Griff stomp out on deck shouting at Griff.
"She was the whole point of sailing this far, without those dragons, we cannot win, you know this," the boy said.
"We can. They are young, not older dragons. If we can surround her, we might have a chance to kill her and take control of the creatures, if not then kill this Westerosi green boy. She will need an army-"
"The northerners her sister sent are rumored to range more than what we have," Young Griff said.
Later the following morning Griff was stunned to learn of the disappearance of the dwarf and his two female companions as Ysilla offered to go track him down since he knew of the prince's secret. Griff declined it saying the dwarf would not have it to get far, he would be captured and the girls sold into brothels while the dwarf would be a slave.
"Where in the seven hells is Haldon?" Griff complained to Lady Lemore. "How long should it take to buy three horses?" he muttered
"My lord, wouldn't it be safer to leave the boy here aboard the boat?" Lemore suggested with a shrug.
"Safer, yes. Wiser, no. He is a grown man now, and this is the road that he was born to walk. And if we are to fight these two Targaryen Queens, he needs to gain fame and followers." Griff had no patience for this quibbling. He was sick of hiding, sick of waiting, sick of caution. 'I do not have enough time for caution,' he thought as the six dragons the sisters brought into this world filtered into his mind once more as he also realized three out of six have riders, he was not sure if Queen Daenerys' dragons were claimed. If the boy could claim one, it would solve some of their problems.
"We have gone to great lengths to keep Prince Aegon hidden all these years," Lemore reminded him. "The time will come for him to wash his hair and declare himself, I know, but that time is not now. Not to a camp of sellswords."
"If Harry Strickland means the boy ill will, hiding him on the Shy Maid will not protect him. Strickland has ten thousand swords at his command. We have Duck. Aegon is all that could be wanted in a prince. They need to see that, Strickland and the rest. These are his own men." Connington spoke as she sighed.
"He, because they're bought and paid for. Ten thousand armed strangers, plus hangers-on and camp followers. All it takes is one to bring us all to ruin. If Hugor's head was worth a lord's honor, how much would Cersei Lannister pay for the rightful heir to the Iron Throne? You do not know these men, my lord. It has been a dozen years since you last rode with the Golden Company, and your old friend is dead."
Blackheart. Myles Toyne had been so full of life the last time Griff had left him, it was hard to accept that he was gone. A golden skull atop a pole, and Homeless Harry Strickland in his place. Lemore was not wrong, he knew. Whatever their sires or their grandsires might have been back in Westeros before their exile, the men of the Golden Company were sell-swords now, and no sellsword could be trusted. Even so… Dreaming of the Stoney Sept again. Alone, with sword in hand, he ran from house to house, smashing down doors, racing up stairs, leaping from roof to roof, as his ears rang to the sound of distant bells. Deep bronze booms and silver chiming pounded through his skull, a maddening cacophony of noise that grew ever louder until it seemed as if his head would explode.
Seventeen years had come and gone since the Battle of the Bells, yet the sound of bells ringing still tied a knot in his guts. Others might claim that the realm was lost when Prince Rhaegar fell to Robert's warhammer on the Trident, but the Battle of the Trident would never have been fought if the griffin had only slain the stag there in Stoney Sept. The bells tolled for all of us that day. For Aerys and his queen, for Elia of Dorne and her little daughter, for every true man and honest woman in the Seven Kingdoms. And for my silver prince.
"The plan was to reveal Prince Aegon only when we reached Queen Daenerys," Lemore was saying.
"That was when we believed the girl was coming west with us. Our dragon queen has burned that plan to ash, and thanks to that fat fool in Pentos, we have grasped the she-dragon by the tail and burned our
fingers to the bone." Hearing her marry another, a man from Westerosi and a nephew the rumors claim, but no, he refuses to believe while they were fighting and defending the Kingdom. His prince was with another, a woman who some claim to be his second wife.
"Illyrio could not have been expected to know that the girl would choose to remarry another, we heard she was staying a widow to keep her dead husband's Dothraki men, but she has allowed them to march back to the Dothraki Sea."
"No more than he knew that the Beggar King would die young, or that Khal Drogo would follow him into the grave. Very little of what the fat man has anticipated has come to pass." Griff slapped the hilt of his long-sword with a gloved hand. "I have danced to the fat man's pipes for years, Lemore. What has it availed us? The prince is a grown man. His time is—"
"Griff," Yandry called loudly, above the clanging of the mummers' bell. "It's Haldon."
Finally, the Halfmaester looked hot and bedraggled as he made his way along the waterfront to the foot of the pier. Sweat had left dark rings beneath the arms of his light linen robes. He was leading three horses, however, and that was all that mattered.
"Bring the boy," Griff told Lemore. "See that he's ready."
"As you say," she answered, unhappily.
So be it. He had grown fond of Lemore, but that did not mean he required her approval. Her task had been to instruct the prince in the doctrines of the Faith, and she had done that. No amount of prayer would put him on the Iron Throne, however. That was Griff's task. He had failed Prince Rhaegar once. He would not fail his son, not whilst life remained in his body.
Haldon's horses did not please him. "Were these the best that you could find?" he complained to the Halfmaester.
"They were," said Haldon, in an irritated tone, "and you had best not ask what they cost us. With the Dothraki across the river, half the populace of Volon Therys has decided they would sooner be elsewhere, so horseflesh grows more expensive every day."
"They will do well enough, I suppose," he told Haldon. "The camp is only three miles south." The Shy Maid would have gotten them there more quickly, but he preferred to keep Harry Strickland ignorant of where he and the prince had been. Nor did he relish the prospect of splashing through the shallows to climb some muddy riverbank. That sort of entrance might serve for a sellsword and his son, but not for a great lord and his prince.
When the lad emerged from the cabin with Lemore by his side, Griff looked him over carefully from head to heel. The prince wore a sword and dagger, black boots polished to a high sheen, a black cloak lined with blood-red silk. With his hair washed and cut and freshly dyed a deep, dark blue, his eyes looked blue as well. At his throat he wore three huge square-cut rubies on a chain of black iron, a gift from Magister Illyrio. Red and black. Dragon colors. That was good.
"You look like a proper prince," he told the boy. "Your father would be proud if he could see you." Young Griff ran his fingers through his hair.
"I am sick of this blue dye. We should have washed it out." he complained.
"Soon enough." Griff would be glad to go back to his own true colors too, though his once red hair had gone to grey. He clapped the lad on the shoulder. "Shall we go? Your army awaits your coming."
"I like the sound of that. My army." A smile flashed across his face, then vanished. "Are they, though? They're sellswords. Yollo warned me to trust no one."
"There is wisdom in that," Griff admitted. It might have been different if Blackheart still commanded, but Myles Toyne was four years dead, and Homeless Harry Strickland was a different sort of man. He would not say that to the boy, however. That dwarf had already planted enough doubts in his young head. "Not every man is what he seems, and a prince especially has good cause to be wary but go too far down that road, and the mistrust can poison you, make you sour and fearful." King Aerys was one such. By the end, even Rhaegar saw that plain enough. "You would do best to walk a middle course. Let men earn your trust with leal service… but when they do, be generous and openhearted."
The boy nodded. "I will remember."
They gave the prince the best of the three horses, a big grey gelding so pale that he was almost white. Griff and Haldon rode beside him on the other mounts. Then they left the town behind, following the winding course of the Rhoyne through willow groves and poppy fields and past a tall wooden windmill whose blades creaked like old bones as they turned.
They found the Golden Company beside the river as the sun was lowering in the west. It was a camp that even Arthur Dayne might have approved of—compact, orderly, defensible. A deep ditch had been dug around it, with sharpened stakes inside. The tents stood in rows, with broad avenues between them. The latrines had been placed beside the river, so the current would wash away the wastes. The horse lines were to the north, and beyond them, two dozen elephants grazed beside the water, pulling up reeds with their trunks. Griff glanced at the great grey beasts with approval. There is not a warhorse in all of Westeros that will stand against them. Tall battle standards of cloth-of-gold flapped at the top lofty poles along the perimeters of the camp. Beneath them, armed and armored sentries walked their rounds with spears and crossbows, watching every approach. Griff had feared that the company might have grown lax under Harry Strickland, who had always seemed more concerned with making friends than enforcing discipline; but it would seem his worries had been misplaced.
At the gate, Haldon said something to the serjeant of guards, and a runner was sent off to find a captain. When he turned up, he was just as ugly as the last time Griff laid eyes on him. A big-bellied, shambling hulk of a man, the sellsword had a seamed face crisscrossed with old scars. His right ear looked as if a dog had chewed on it and his left was missing. "Have they made you a captain, Flowers?" Griff said. "I thought the Golden Company had standards."
"It's worse than that, you bugger," said Franklyn Flowers. "They knighted me as well." He clasped Griff by the forearm, pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. "You look awful, even though a man's been dead a dozen years. Blue hair, is it? When Harry said you'd be turning up, I almost shit myself. And Haldon, you icy cunt, good to see you too. Still have that stick up your arse?" He turned to Young Griff.
"And this would be …"
"My squire. Lad, this is Franklyn Flowers."
The prince acknowledged him with a nod. "Flowers is a bastard name. You're from the Reach."
"Aye. My mother was a washerwoman at Cider Hall till one of milord's sons raped her. Makes me a sort o' brown apple Fossoway, the way I see it." Flowers waved them through the gate. "Come with me. Strickland called all the officers to his tent. War council. The bloody Volantenes are rattling their spears and demanding to know our intentions."
The men of the Golden Company were outside their tents, dicing, drinking, and swatting away flies. Griff wondered how many of them knew who he was. Few enough. Twelve years is a long time. Even the men who'd ridden with him might not recognize the exile lord Jon Connington of the fiery red beard in the lined, clean-shaved face and dyed blue hair of the sellsword Griff. So far as most of them were concerned, Connington had drunk himself to death in Lys after being driven from the company in disgrace for stealing from the war chest. The shame of the lie still stuck in his craw, but Varys had insisted it was necessary. "We want no songs about the gallant exile," the eunuch had tittered, in that mincing voice of his. "Those who die heroic deaths are long remembered, thieves and drunks and cravens soon forgotten."
What does a eunuch know of a man's honor? Griff had gone along with the Spider's scheme for the boy's sake, but that did not mean he liked it any better. Let me live long enough to see the boy sit the Iron Throne, and Varys will pay for that slight and so much more. Then we'll see who's soon forgotten.
XLIX
(Daenerys)
"They meet up with who?" Daenerys asked as she walked through the market with her husband's northern guards who were more cautious with her unsullied as well.
"The Golden Company. Your Grace, you must rethink leaving and squash this threat now," Daario spoke as Daenerys sighed with a frown. Her husband thought differently, until they landed on Westerosi land, then they should worry and when there were not three dragons but six together, to show the true Targaryen heirs.
"And I think we should continue with what we have planned and sail for Westeros as soon as we are ready. I wish to join my sister as soon as we can," she said as Daario frowned.
"The Golden Company-"
"Has forces split since the leader suddenly returned back from being in Westeros. Though we do not understand why," Raynor spoke as he continued to follow the young queen.
"They had a deal with the Lannisters and when Tywin went off to march with his men to fight against Highgarden, Harry Strickland came back to Essos. Under the guise of getting more men, but now he remains with his camp," Ser Jorah spoke while Raynor hummed as a man ran to them. A note in his hand. "What is it?" he asked.
"Bronn said he found them," Raynor revealed as Daenerys frowned, confused.
"Found who?" she questioned.
"His friends who he came with, hadn't told who though. But said they were useful," Raynor claimed as she hummed in curiosity.
"Well, I wonder who it could be," Daenerys questioned, she enjoyed listening to Bronn's stories and noticed he was good with her daughter. The little tot loved to follow the sellsword around, as a result, Bronn slowly started to become her guard and companion when she wanted to go around the camp. Bronn would carry her as her mother's handmaid, Jhiqui, would follow with a smile along with a guard to help protect them. So, him being gone, made the small child very upset.
Daenerys instantly saw the bond that Viserion was slowly creating with her daughter as Jon would always hold her while they spoke to the dragons in High Valyrian as Missandei would join helping in correcting some words for either Jon or Rhelli. Jon held no embarrassment in being corrected.
"High Valyrian is easier for women, my sisters and aunt could speak it better than my uncle and brothers," Jon once said when Ser Jorah questioned him about it once. Daenerys noticed he still referred to his cousins as his siblings while his adoptive father and mother as their correct terms. But from the stories she knew from both Rhaenyra and Jon, he held no close bond with his lady aunt unlike with her children, even Sansa who held a respective but cool temperament refused to allow bad words to be said about her sweet natured brothers, the four of them held the Stark gentleness.
"Then you will have to learn better, for I will instill the language back within my family's home, so our dragons can adapt to it. Ghost listens quite well to High Valyrian too," Daenerys commented as she pet the tired direwolf, hearing her husband's chuckle. The heat made the direwolf exhausted and a bit more crabby, but he was gentle around the child and mother. Rhelli held no fear of the large, dangerous wolf or the giant, still-growing, dragons, making her mother truly proud of her daughter's nature. Khal Drogo being shown in her beautiful girl.
"Raised with it when he was but a year old, and last few months before I came to you he listened to Rhaenyra talk to Grey Wind in High Valyrian, I think he understood by watching him," Jon said, hoisting the sleeping Rhelli in his arms differently.
"Direwolves and dragons are intelligent creatures, so of course they learn quickly," Daenerys praised as she thought about the future both kingdoms will carry. Direwolf Kings with their dragon queens, the thought made her giggle as she pressed a small kiss to the furry head as he laid it across her lap, eyeing her with his blood red eyes mirroring Drogon's firy gaze as he laid near her, nudging her head softly in affection while accepting the direwolf for good as his 'brother' like their female 'cousins' had long accepted Grey Wind, Shaggydog, and Summer as their 'brothers.' So for her male dragons, who were aggressive and uncontrollable at times, to accept them, it made Daenerys beyond happy and showed her dragons could co-live with another creature.
XLIX
(Rhaenyra)
Rhaenyra sat in her seat with a small smile as she read from her twin, Bronn had made it, so that means Tyrion made it and the next letter if she thinks correctly might contain Tyrion's location as well. She hoped.
A coo made her turn to see her daughter sitting up and playing with a wooden wolf and dragon Theon had made for them. It was something Ironborn are taught to do while on ships, the Lords Karstark and Umber helped him refine his abilities and made adorable toys for the twins and soon their baby brother.
Yawning softly, Rhaenyra decided to take a small nap with Roslin watching over her and the babes. Dacey stood nearby watching over the twins knowing their mother was safe with Grey Wind laying beside her. Rhaenyra peacefully slept as Rhaella watched over the camp, her sisters' hunting and guarding the campsite.
"Sleep well, Your Grace," Roslin whispered while giving Grey Wind a small pat in affection before joining the twins on the floor as she beamed and somewhat laid sideways while propping herself up and cooed to the twins. Daenaera looked to her mother for a moment before looking at Roslin and offered the dragon toy while her twin played with the wolf.
Rhaenyra felt peace as she watched over some children playing in the grass. Direwolf pups bouncing around, she saw some white haired children with brown eyes.
"Mother!" Young voices called out, turning she saw twins running, covered in soot with bright smiles, snow flying around their feet as a small toddler followed, a bright smile on his own face as well. "There are eggs!" The girl giggled while grabbing her hand. The movement knocked the young queen off balance as she noticed her large belly. The heavy furs were not helping her balance.
"Daena, easy with your mother," Robb said, approaching with a knight as he held his wife. "The nesting was successful, there are eggs," Robb smiled, his crown glinting in the wintery sun as her's felt cold to her forehead as her braid hung over her shoulder, collecting the falling crystals.
Scenes fly forward as she sees herself amongst burnt ground as she sees giant mounds of rock and burnt soil, but it looked like a broken mound as a small shriek echoed from behind as she turned and saw a tiny hatchling once more approaching. A bright smile on her face as she saw Rhaella's head come from the darkness, eyes gleaming as she gave a purr to her rider while the hatchling shrieked to its mother.
A black creature emerged, angry at seeing a human before roaring as Rhaenyra woke up.
A small gasp left her throat as she sat up and paused when she saw Roslin looking worried. "Roslin?" Rhaenyra asked as her lady-in-waiting froze. "What is it?" she demanded.
"Your Grace," Roslin curtsied. "My father has sent a message, he requests that since you have a spare you send your eldest son-"
"My son will go once I deem it proper," her queen spoke, having seen her son in her dreams, he was the age of Rickon before the girls went South, he was with her when the dragon eggs hatched.
"Of course, Your Grace. I only was wanting to inform you of my father's words-"
"He wishes to marry you girls off, aye?" Rhaenyra suddenly asked as the woman froze.
"Yes, Your Grace," Roslin said as she became nervous.
"Have you met Lord Edmure? My husband's uncle?" Rhaenyra asked as Roslin smiled. She was relieved.
"Yes, Your Grace. I spent some time with him," the girl spoke, understanding instantly.
"He is looking for a wife and I am sure his father would have been pleased to have had a wife for him and children, even during this war, it was how my husband came to be," Rhaenyra said as her ladies slowly filtered in as Valaena entered with Baela, both of whom were smiling and smelling of dragon.
"Your Grace," Valaena greeted her.
"Val, could you go retrieve my husband? I have a proposition that might help some of our current situation," Rhaenyra spoke quickly while her cousins frowned at her response. But nodded anyway. Rhaenyra decided they would marry Roslin to her good uncle when they reached Riverrun, it would please the girl's father and stave him off on wanting her son when he was barely big enough to crawl on his own.
Rhaenyra also knew relying on her dreams will never be enough, but it gives her hope on what she is to see, she assumed the male dragon she saw was Drogon, her sister's black male dragon from Raynor's letters. It made her nervous if he would dislike others near his hatchlings. It would make sense though, she mused with a small smile. Just like Lady if what she thought about her swollen belly was anything to go by. Arya could not wait as she would help train the direwolf pups to be good and the Stark 'hounds.'
XLIX
"You want to marry one of his children into my mother's family? My grandfather fought against this for so many years," Robb said, not against but in reminder as he held Daemon, shushing the whimpering babe as his twins crawled around his feet. They started to babble, not speak, but starting to try as everyone speaks around them, the babies will look at them so interested.
"Because he wanted our son. So to, hopefully, sway him from wanting this so badly, I will suggest she send word to her father in her wish to marry Lord Edmure, I will send my message on confirming it. As Queen and King, we are allowed to choose, but she did agree freely before I suggested all this," Rhaenyra said while Robb hummed softly. Laying his son down in his crib, Robb grabbed the twins and situated them in their own cots. He joined his wife on their bed as he laid beside her. They enjoyed the time they got to do this, hoping their family will come home soon.
Jon's last letter confirmed that the Golden Company had left Westeros as they knew Tywin Lannister was a dying ship, not aware the man was dead, Robb planned sending a letter to them to let them know. But now they were aligning themselves with the Targaryen imposter, so the boy was gaining followers, it was dangerous and risky should anyone from Westeros defend it. But Rhaenyra planned to keep loyalty to her and her sister, if it was using the dragons to instill a little fear, then so be it. Olenna's words to her before she left the Reach.
"Your ancestors kept control over the Seven Kingdoms because of your dragons, without them, they started to lose their power," the old woman spoke as Rhaenyra listened to her with a small frown. Her son was held by a smiling Margaery while the twins were held by Renly and Ser Loras.
"Then what should we do against this pretender?" Rhaenyra asked as Olenna smiled grimly.
"You're a dragon. Be a dragon," she spoke as Rhaenyra froze, understanding the meaning.
So, Rhaenyra would. To ensure they remain loyal, anyone who defends the imposter will be removed and replaced by someone loyal to them. It went against Rhaenyra's trained personality to not show madness or an attraction to fire, which she does have. But it is not madness in her mind, only fear for her family; her children and her dragons. The Kingdom she has created and cultivated. Feeling like enemies were closing in on all sides of her. She only hoped to survive it all.
XLIX
End of this chapter, Daenerys will be landing within the next few chapters and a surprise will be following her. Please tell me what you think!
Olenna is that mother-grandmother figure that is not a lady nor a woman who wants peace with fighting. In her mind; to squash an infestation you must scorch the nest. Such as with this FAegon character, remove him from the board completely.
~Rusty14~