I'm back! It's been a minute, my bad.
Alright, let's not waste anymore time. This chapter coincides with the fourth episode of season 4 ("The Sons of the Harpy"). There's a Tyrion interlude. Jaenarys and Robb are figuring themselves out. There's a Tyrion interlude. Our fiesty princess has a lengthy conversation with Ser Barristan that only leaves her more conflicted. Then she comes in clutch with a plot point about Hizdahr zo Loraq not mentioned in the TV show but definitely important in the books (surprise, surprise, it has to do with the fighting pits). Robb makes a promise.
Less fun news: Vimor's only mentioned in this chapter. But never fear, he'll be back in the next one!
As always, I only own my OCs.
Side note: If it's italicized quotes, the characters are speaking Valyrian. If it's bold, the characters are speaking Dothraki.
hāedar means "little sister"
mandia means "older sister"
Mīsio means "protector"
Jaenarys smiled as her wooden saber clashed against Robb's, the impact making their arms shake. The Northerner grit his teeth, attempting to strike again.
"You look like you're getting tired. Need some rest?" The princess taunted the man as she blocked him again, twisting to elbow his side. Robb grunted, rubbing the aching spot.
"Has anyone ever told you… you're quite mean when you fight." He panted before wiping his brow with his arm and twirling the sparring sword in his hand, preparing for another attack. Jaenarys laughed. "Well, no one ever won a battle by being nice to their enemy, did they?"
"Oh. So we're enemies now?" Robb grinned, lunging forward. The two danced, meeting strike-for-strike until the man disarmed the princess, catching her saber at the wooden hilt and twisting quickly. She pouted when it fell from her grasp, and Robb huffed out a laugh. "I win this one." He jokingly brought his sword to her throat, only for Jaenarys to duck, grab his sword arm, knee his hip, and claim the Northerner's weapon as her own.
She snickered as he staggered in surprise, but the mirth faded as Robb fell, gasping in pain. She dropped the wooden saber and hurried to check on him, the princess falling to her knees beside the injured man. "Robb? I'm so sorry, I didn't - ah!" Two strong hands grabbed her waist and tugged, Jaenarys thrown onto her back with a chuckling Robb hovering over her. "You absolute shit, I thought I hurt you!" The princess shouted, slapping at whatever part of him she could reach.
Robb only laughed off the hits. "I had to get back at you somehow. It was a cruel trick."
"I thought it was clever." Jaenarys argued breathlessly, finding herself drowning in his blue orbs. "Admit that it was clever."
Robb snorted, moving one hand to cup her face while the other supported his weight above her. "Aye. It was clever."
"Admit I defeated you."
"You know, I don't mind losing to you. Especially when it ends with us in this position." He responded smoothly, Jaenarys struggling not to flush at his words.
Robb was so different from the stranger who'd been brought to the throne room that the princess could hardly believe this was the same person. Perhaps he wasn't, he'd changed so much in the months that followed.
"I…" Jaenarys found herself struggling to come up with a response, but his lips were too close to hers. They'd only shared a handful of kisses in the week that followed their first, both too busy to share more than a few moments together, most of them with Vimor present. But Vimor was with his hired tutors - freed men and women contracted by the Queen and Princess of Meereen. Jaenarys and Robb were alone, training inside the Great Pyramid rather than in the outdoor yard. Unsullied guards stood outside the room, but no one was inside. Grey Worm was busy patrolling the streets with Daario, and Ser Barristan was with the Queen.
"You what?" Robb whispered back.
"I don't mind this position either." Jaenarys smiled shyly, hands shaking as they slid up to hold the back of his head, fingers tangling in his curls to guide his lips towards hers. Robb grinned, using the hand still on her face to bring it up to meet his.
This kiss felt even more passionate than their first, and thrice as confident as Jaenarys managed to roll them over, the princess once more hovering over Robb. With an ease that only came from wearing breeches, she found herself giving into her desire as she straddled his waist. For once, she felt like Jaenarys the young woman, rather than Jaenarys the Princess and all the other titles that'd been bestowed upon her like weights she never asked to carry.
Pausing to catch her breath, Jaenarys stared down at Robb, his hands resting on her thighs. He looked up at her, dazed and flushed, curls as wild as the sparks in his eyes. "And how do you like this position?" The youngest Targaryen asked him.
"I love it." Robb murmured back, then tugged her down for another kiss, his hands moving to her hips to hold her in place as he sat up. Jaenarys's knees dug into the stone floor beneath them, but the ache did not diminish the pleasure she felt as she fell deeper into Robb's embrace, and him into hers.
"Princess Jaenarys? Jae?"
They pulled apart quickly as Missandei's voice pierced through the closed door of the training room. "Ye-yes?" Jaenarys jumped up, grabbing her discarded weapon in time for her closest friend to enter, the other woman eyeing the two curiously. "Missandei, hi. Hello. Robb and I were just -"
"Poor dear, did he hit your lips during your sparring?" The translator asked coyly, gesturing to the princess's swollen mouth. "Perhaps you struck his in return?" She nodded to Robb's bruised lips, and Jaenarys struggled not to give anything away.
"Yes. That is exactly what we did. Now, how can I help you, Deia?"
The other woman hummed, smiling. "I only came to remind you both that your sister will be meeting with more supplicants today. She also asks that you join her, Jae, in her chambers first. Once you've bathed, of course."
Getting a wicked idea, Jaenarys slowly walked towards her friend. "Oh? Are you saying I smell?"
"Like a wet dragon - no, stay back!" Missandei shrieked, laughing as she dodged Jaenarys's hug.
"Alright, alright. I suppose a bath wouldn't hurt." The princess relented. She turned to Robb, the man having stood up to retrieve his own discarded sparring sword. "I'll see you in the throne room."
"Of course. Princess. Missandei." Robb bowed his head to the two women, then walked out of the room, his hand brushing Jaenarys's as he moved past her.
Missandei turned to the Young Dragon, lips twisted into a wry smile. "You had quite the sparring session, it would seem."
"Shut up." Jaenarys blushed and Missandei giggled before becoming more somber.
"When did this start?"
"A week ago." The princess whispered as they began the long journey to Jaenarys's chambers. "The same day that Mossador…" she trailed off, staring ahead in defeat. The freed man was still imprisoned, a trial proving even more challenging than the princess expected, she and her sister struggling to find a way to keep him alive. "We haven't done anything other than kiss." Jaenarys turned to Missandei. "I've been with other men before. I've fallen for other men before. But it's never felt like this."
The translator frowned. "Felt like what?"
"So freeing." The princess spoke softly.
Missandei nodded, then grabbed Jaenary's hand and squeezed. "Just make sure he feels the same, before you give yourself to him. I don't want to see you hurt. Not ever."
"You're wonderful, Deia. A marvelous friend." The princess smiled lovingly at the now blushing woman. "I hope you won't think me too bothersome if I ask you not to let slip the truth to Dany?"
"Of course not. I serve both you and your sister."
"Deia." Jaenarys stopped them in the middle of the corridor, shaking her head as she held both of Missandei's hands. "You do not serve me. I've never asked that of you. You are my closest and most dearest of companions. I ask this favor of you as a friend, I do not command it as Princess."
"I know." Missandei responded with tear-filled eyes. "Sometimes, even after all this time, I forget."
"It's alright. I'll be here to remind you that your place is beside me, not behind nor beneath me."
"Jae, we both know that is not really true. Propriety -"
"Fuck propriety." Jaenarys spat venomously. "I never asked for this. I never wanted this."
"That matters very little. You were born a Princess. That is who you are, for better or worse." Missandei gently reminded the youngest Targaryen.
"Fine. Then as Princess of Meereen, it is my wish for you to be considered my friend, my equal, in the eyes of every man, woman, and child of Meereen." Jaenarys snarled. "If I have to, I will make it a fucking royal proclamation."
Missandei laughed, tears sliding down her cheeks. "You're a marvel yourself." Jaenarys only smiled sadly, wiping her face delicately. "Come. We should hurry and get you bathed, Daenerys is waiting."
"Alright." Jaenarys sighed.
"And you can tell me all about Robb Stark."
"Forget what I said about being friends, you're my servant, nothing more." Jaenarys griped as Missandei laughed, the two women continuing their trek to the princess's room.
Tyrion wasn't having a particularly good morning, though he supposed that admittedly, it wasn't the worst he'd experienced. He was mostly just painfully bored and incredibly sober, the boat - stolen just that morning from an old fisherman - rocking annoyingly as the stranger who'd abducted him guided their ship across the water.
"Will you untie me?" Tyrion managed to say through the gag in his mouth, though his words were muffled. "Will you please untie me? Will you please?" He groaned. The man simply ignored him. That wouldn't do. If Tyrion had to suffer, so too would his captor. The bound man began to sing, making the tune annoying enough that his abductor stormed over and roughly removed the gag before returning to the rudder. "Thank you." After spitting over the side of the boat and frowning at his still-tied wrists, Tyrion stared up at the man. "Who are you?"
"Your captor."
That much was obvious. "Do you have wine?"
"No."
"Can't sleep without wine."
"Then stay awake." His captor responded boredly.
Tyrion frowned, then glared around in confusion. "You're going the wrong way. My sister is in Westeros. Westeros is west. We're heading east."
"I'm not taking you to your sister."
"You said you were taking me to the Queen." Tyrion reminded the stranger, wondering if the man who'd taken him was as stupid as he was dirty - not that he had much to say in the way of hygiene, anyway.
"I am. Queen Daenerys Targaryen. She's the queen I serve."
The lone Lannister couldn't help but laugh. "What a waste of a good kidnapping. It so happens I was heading there myself."
"What business would you have with the Queen?"
"Gold and glory. Oh, and hate. If you'd ever met my sister, you'd understand. So, now that it's clear we are on the same side…" He held up his bound wrists, then dropped them with a disbelieving groan as the captor merely smirked. Tyrion used the silence to his advantage, eyeing the man's belongings. "A highborn knight from the North of Westeros down on his luck in Essos. Dragon epaulets," he gestured to the ripped sack of armor, "bear sigil breastplate. You're Jorah Mormont." He took the man's silence as confirmation. "I have to ask. How exactly were you serving your queen in a whorehouse half a world away? Is it possible that you were running? Why would you be running? And why would she have sent you away? Oh, wait. You were spying on her and her sister, weren't you? It's all coming back to me." The exiled Mormont refused to look at him. "I was drunk through most of the small council meetings, but it's all coming back. You passed notes to Varys's little birds." Tyrion recalled offhandedly. "They found out, didn't they? Found out and exiled you. Now you hope to win back her favor with a gift. Risky scheme. One might even say desperate. You think Daenerys and Jaenarys will execute me and pardon you? I'd say the reverse is just as likely."
The man got up, stalking towards Tyrion. Maybe to remove his bindings.
Tyrion should've expected differently, given the turn his life had taken, for a hand crashed against his face, cheek throbbing even as he hurtled into unconsciousness.
Jaenarys leaned with her back pressed against the balcony's banister, the breeze blowing through her hair. When she closed her mind, she could pretend she was flying. Gods, she missed Davvi. She could still feel her, but that was nothing compared to actually being with her scaled friend. More troubling was the lack of vivid dreams, for all Jaenarys had seen since meeting Daenys the Dreamer were flashes of white-blonde hair, streams of fire, sharp talons, and a young woman falling from a tower.
"Are you alright? You seem distracted." Daenerys glanced worriedly at her younger twin, who simply smiled in response.
"Just tired. Robb and I trained for longer than we meant to."
Daenerys only hummed, still not fond of the Stark man even after he swore fealty. "I'm glad you have a sparring partner, then."
"You could always join me in the yard." Jaenarys jested, grinning ear-to-ear as her older sister broke into loud laughter.
"I'll leave the fighting to you, hāedar."
Jaenarys snorted. "And I'll leave the ruling to you, mandia."
The Queen sighed, her attention returning to the streets beneath them. "Everyone looks happy enough from up here." Jaenarys straightened as Ser Barristan stepped into view, laughing. "What?" Daenerys asked her Queensguard, turning to address him.
"I was thinking about all the times your brother made me go with him down from the Red Keep into the streets of King's Landing."
"Why?"
Ser Barristan smiled at the curious Queen. "He liked to walk among the people. He liked to sing to them."
"He sang to them?" Jaenarys questioned, lips pursed as the man told them more about Rhaegar, the man who would abduct and rape Robb's aunt, who would be the catalyst for a war that ended with thousands dead. How could a man of the people commit such horrible crimes? Was it all for show, then? It must have been.
"Yes." Ser Barristan laughed once more, and they followed an amused Daenerys back into her small council room. "Rhaegar would pick a spot on the Hook or the Street of Seeds and then he'd sing. Just like all the other minstrels."
"And what did you do?" Daenerys asked with a smile while Jaenarys eyed Ser Barristan warily.
"I made sure no one killed him. And I collected the money. What? He wanted to see how much he could make."
"He was good?" Jaenarys found herself asking.
"He was very good." Ser Barristan smiled wistfully. "Viserys never told you?"
"No." Jaenarys looked away. "He only ever said Rhaegar was good at killing people. He told us the story of how he stole Lyanna from Robert Baratheon and claimed her as his own." She spat out.
"Rhaegar never liked killing. Nor do I believe him to be the monster history has tried to write." Ser Barristan defended the dead prince. "He loved singing."
"And what did you do with the money?" Daenerys asked, tone light as she eyed her sister, who had settled enough to listen to the man's story.
The Ser shrugged. "Well, one time, he gave it to the next minstrel down the street. One time, he gave it to an orphanage in Flea Bottom. One time, we got horribly drunk." This startled a laugh out of both sisters, the young women trying to imagine the Ser before them in his cups.
"Your Grace." Daario hurried into the room, bowing slightly. "Princess. Hizdahr is here, waiting in the audience chamber." Jaenarys bristled, remembering Robb was supposed to meet them in the throne room. She didn't want that man anywhere near Robb.
"How many others are there?" Daenerys asked the sellsword, equally as irritated by the announcement, for different reasons.
"Fifty? One hundred?" Daario guessed.
"That's a pretty big difference. Forget how to count?" Jaenarys joked, but her tone fell flat. Daario entertained her friendly jab with an amused snort, eyeing the princess's hand as it gripped Blackfyre's hilt.
Daenerys sighed, then turned to her Queensguard. "Will you be joining us, Ser Barristan?"
"I think I can protect you from Hizdahr zo Loraq."
"I think it's more likely you'll have to protect him from Nary." Daenerys spared a brief glance at her sister, who merely crossed her arms as she nodded along. "I can protect myself from Hizdahr zo Loraq. Go, Ser Barristan." Daenerys commanded the Andal with a bright smile. "Sing a song for me."
"Your Grace. Princess." He bowed to the Targaryens.
"Wait, I'll walk you out. If that's alright with you." Jaenarys turned to her sister, who blinked at her in confusion before exhaling and waving the younger twin off.
"Of course it is. You'll come straight to the throne room, right?"
Jaenarys snorted. "Wouldn't you rather I take my time? That way you could meet Hizdahr zo Loraq without worrying that I might give into temptation and kill him where he stands."
"Go! Before I change my mind." Daenerys warned.
Jaenarys laughed, then walked out of the chambers with Ser Barristan on her left. She could see the Andal staring at her from her peripheral vision, and hummed. "You may speak freely, Ser Barristan."
"Princess. I'm only curious as to why you wished to escort me." The man inquired.
Jaenarys cleared her throat. "I just… I feel conflicted. About Rhaegar." The princess clarified to her sister's Queensguard. "The story you told about him is different from what I've grown up hearing. He sounds good. So why would he do something so terrible?"
"I'm not sure. I have my doubts about the stories told. I was there when your brother crowned Lyanna Stark the Queen of Love and Beauty. In fact, it was because I lost that he was able to do so. And he crowned her in front of his wife, Elia Martell."
"Why would he do such a cruel thing?" Jaenarys whispered, shocked by how the Ser could still view her brother so admirably.
"I was not blind then, nor am I now, to the way your brother looked at Lyanna. Nor the way she looked at him." Jaenarys paused at this, and Ser Barristan nodded at her wide-eyed gaze.
"But Viserys said -"
"Your brother was only a child then. He knew only cruel stories. He wasn't there. Still," the Andal frowned, "The Red Keep had its secrets too. Even Rhaegar. The Prince of Dragonstone never trusted me as he had trusted Arthur Dayne." Jaenarys knew that name well. He was a Dornish knight, her brother's closest friend. The Sword of the Morning. Viserys spoke of him reverently, and even in Essos the man's skills were legendary. "There might be more to it than the accusation made to Houses Stark and Baratheon. Still, the conflict you're grappling with is not one foreign to me. Afterall, Prince Rhaegar loved his Lady Lyanna and thousands died for it."
Jaenarys bit her bottom lip, another thought crossing her mind. "Do you suppose that Westeros would've fallen into war if my brother hadn't made the choices he did? It mustn't have been a secret how mad our father was."
"Perhaps." Ser Barristan smiled sadly. "It wasn't a secret."
"Yet you still served him. Still serve my family. Why?" The princess asked as they resumed their walk.
"Because not every Targaryen is mad. Rhaegar wasn't. I would've been proud to be his Kingsguard."
"So you were waiting out my father's death? It was Rhaegar you wished to serve."
"I've said it before, and I'll believe it until my dying breath. Your brother was the finest man I ever knew. He loved the people, and only wanted the best for them." Ser Barristan smiled down at the princess as they approached the grand doors leading to the streets of Meereen. "You remind me of him in that way, and others. You're as honorable as he was, perhaps even more so. Only time can tell. And while you're certainly a skilled fighter, you don't enjoy killing, despite what you may lead others to believe." The Andal shifted, becoming morose. "The way your father treated your mother pained your brother. It gave him compassion for those suffering. You share that compassion, too. You, and your sister."
"I wish I knew more about my mother." Jaenarys admitted sadly. "She was the only one Viserys refused to talk about. He blamed me for her death. Daenerys says the last of his joy died the day he had to sell her crown, leaving only the rage we knew until his death."
"Your mother was lovely. The king treated her cruelly." Ser Barristan glowered as he fell into a memory only he could see. "But we could do nothing to stop him." He exhaled shakily, then smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Your mother loved her children. She would have loved you and your sister. But she'd always been delicate, so do not blame yourself for her death as Viserys wrongly did. She died bringing you into this world, which means she fought hard enough to make sure you lived." His words brought her a comfort Jaenarys had yet to feel when thinking about her mother's death. "All you can do is honor her by living that life in a way that she'd be proud of. I believe you are."
"Thank you." The princess whispered.
Ser Barristan held her shoulders as she imagined a father would. It wasn't unlike Jorah's hold, and she found herself missing the Mormont all over again. "I told you I wasn't blind then. I'm not blind now." Jaenarys tilted her head in confusion. "I've seen the way you look at Robb Stark. I've seen that same expression on Rhaegar's face, when he stared at Lyanna."
"He's only a friend."
"Does he know that?" Ser Barristan asked gently. "He looks at you the same way Lyanna Stark looked at your brother. Whatever is happening between you, do not keep your secrets as Rhaegar did. Tell your sister, before the worst can be assumed."
"I'm not going to steal him, rape him, and start a war." Jaenarys grumbled, not convinced of her brother's innocence.
"No." Ser Barristan agreed. "But your sister values your love and loyalty above all else. She trusts you in ways she will never trust another. That kind of trust when lost is hard to win back. You are the last of the Targaryens, and I shudder to think what would happen if history repeated itself, and the House of the Dragon tore itself apart once more."
Jaenarys nodded, left with so much more to think about than she'd wanted. "Thank you, as always, for your honesty."
"Of course, Princess." Ser Barristan bowed. "Now, I've kept you long enough. Your sister's waiting."
"I'd rather join you. Though I'm not sure I'm much of a singer."
The Andal laughed. "We'll have to find out soon, won't we?"
"I suppose so. Stay safe." The Sons of the Harpy hadn't attacked in weeks, and yet that didn't mean they'd stopped altogether.
"I will do my best, Jae." The princess smiled as the Ser dropped the formality, the first time she'd ever heard him refer to her by her favored name. He turned and nodded to an Unsullied, who opened the doors for the Commander of the Queensguard.
Jaenarys watched him go with a sad smile, then gestured for the Unsullied to close the doors.
Robb watched as Jae entered the throne room, the tension dropping from his shoulders as soon as she came into his line of sight. While her sister was nowhere near as cold towards him as before, Daenerys still eyed the Northern Lord like he was moments from cutting her down. He shuddered to think what would've happened if she'd been the one to walk in on his and Jae's training, and not Missandei. Yet he couldn't find it in himself to regret his recklessness, not when he could still feel Jae under, over, on him. Not when her soft moans and harsh breathing echoed in his ears.
Jae looked as beautiful as ever, wearing a red dress that exposed her back and the usual split exposing her right leg. Blackfyre was on her hip, and Robb smirked as she held its hilt while passing Hizdahr zo Loraq.
"Good. I was worried you'd ended up joining Ser Barristan after all." Queen Daenerys jested with her twin, who laughed.
"It was tempting, but I know where I'm needed." Jae turned to face the former master, and Robb caught her tapping her weapon in warning, Hizdahr zo Loraq gulping at the gesture. She spared Robb a quick wink, and he knew her words weren't meant solely for her sister, but him as well. He'd be lying if he said her protectiveness over him didn't make his heart flutter. It was embarrassing and wonderful all at once, and a feeling he wasn't sure he'd ever get to have again. He wasn't sure he deserved it, but still he had it.
"Hizdahr zo Loraq." Queen Daenerys spoke. "What matter have you brought before me today?"
The man cleared his throat, and began. "All men must die, but not all can die in glory."
"Glory?"
"Why else do men fight?"
"Money. Love. Lust. Possession." Jae quipped, Robb holding in his laugh while Daario Naharis huffed out his own mirth. The Northerner even saw the Queen's shoulders shaking slightly.
Robb was less impressed with the look Hizdahr zo Loraq sent Jae before continuing his speech.
"Why did you ancestors cross the Narrow Sea and conquer the Seven Kingdoms? So their names would live on. Those who find victory in the fighting pits will never become kings, but their names will live on. It's the best chance they'll ever have."
Robb glowered at the former master, glancing at Jae. He could see her struggling to keep her face impassive, though the Queen's angry tone and sharp words seemed to relax the princess. "Is that what you used to tell men before you set them to butchering each other for sport?"
"Your Grace, today is the traditional start of the fighting season." Hizdahr zo Loraq's voice shook.
"We do not recognize this tradition." The Queen was quick to interject.
"Traditions are the only thing that will hold this city, your city, together. Without them, former slaves and former masters have nothing in common. Nothing but centuries of mistrust and resentment. I can't promise this is the answer to all our problems, but it's a start."
"Have you even asked the freed if this is what they want?" All eyes were on Jae as she spoke up, and Robb's blood ran thick with pride as he watched her stare down the head of House zo Loraq. "I have. I've asked hundreds in the weeks since you first begged for my sister to agree to your wishes. Maybe a handful of them want to see the pits reopened. Do not speak for those you haven't paused to truly listen to."
Silence filled the room, then the Queen rose from her throne. "My sister is right. Do not try to trick us with false promises of a united people. We know you'd purchased much of the pits' shares. She found the scroll declaring your ownership of most of the fighting pits two nights ago in the library." Robb blinked at Jae in surprise, but the princess's eyes remained focused on the frozen former master. "You only wish to profit from them. Our answer, as always, is no. The fighting pits will remain closed."
Hizdahr zo Loraq nodded stiffly, bowing at the Queen. "Your Grace. Princess." He practically snarled at Jae. Then he spun on his heel and stormed down the steps, robes billowing angrily as he marched out of the room.
Daario whistled. "Good find, fierce princess."
"I wasn't sure I would ever find it." Jae admitted. "One of Hizdahr's former slaves told me. I didn't want to present what I'd heard until I was sure it could be undisputed."
"And while I'm thankful for your efforts, I wish you hadn't lost sleep over it." The Queen lightly scolded her sister, Robb finding himself agreeing wholeheartedly with Daenerys. At least he now had an explanation for the dark circles under her eyes the past few nights, not sure he believed Jae when she denied her exhaustion being due to dreams.
Jae grinned. "The look on his face made it worth the lost sleep. Now, are you done scolding me, or should we keep your supplicants waiting?"
The Queen sighed. "I suppose you're right." She nodded to Missandei, but before the translator could bring the next person in, an Unsullied ran inside, speaking quickly and desperately in Valyrian. Robb was unable to understand his words, but the horror on the others' faces was enough to tell him something terrible had happened.
"Sons of the Harpy." Missandei whispered to Robb as the Unsullied continued speaking, the Queen commanding the others to fall in line, Daario joining the soldiers. "They've attacked. This time more boldly. Grey Worm ordered Gnat to come back, and report to the Queen and the Princess."
"Jaenarys!" The Queen shouted, Missandei and Robb turning to watch in horror as Jae slipped from her sister's side and ran past the men.
Not wanting to waste another moment, Robb hurried after her. "I'll stop her!" Was all he told the Queen, though she made no move or cry to keep him from chasing after her sister.
Jae was quick, but Robb was taller. He managed to catch her two corridors down, arms wrapped tight around her waist.
"No! No, let me go!" Jae snarled, trying to shake him off.
"If I do, who knows what will happen to you." Robb argued.
She twisted in his grasp, this time shoving his chest. "They'll die! I need to help them, I need to keep them safe!"
"Vimor needs you! Your sister needs you! I need you!" Robb roared back, and Jae froze in his hold. "If you go out there, you'll die! You're not wearing any armor, and you're not invincible! You breathe, and you bleed, and I-I can't lose you! I can't lose you like I lost her!" He panted, trying to catch his breath. Terror flowed through his veins as tears fell rapidly down her face before she slumped in his arms.
Robb fell to the ground with her, barely aware of the Unsullied running past them, though Daario made sure to squeeze his shoulder and send him a thankful expression before joining the others. Jae continued to cry, and all he could do was hold her close. "They're all going to die." She murmured.
"Then we'll avenge them. But not like this." Robb vowed, glowering down the dark hallway as Jae sobbed into his shoulder. "By the old gods and the new, we'll stop this madness. We'll put an end to these gold-masked bastards. This I swear to you."