Hello everyone, sorry I have not updated my stories recently. Work+sick+losing half of my chapters I had worked on set me back But now I am back and working on my fanfiction. If you wish to support me, want to read ahead, or decide what I write next please consider supporting me on pat reon. That being said this chapter is now on going to have some lemon scenes so if you do not wish to read there will be notes. Also to answer some review really quick because I have not done so in a long time. Thank you all for the positive comments. Dacey is a good choice. She is considered tall and lanky yes, but is also elegant which elegant means pleasingly graceful and stylish in appearance or manner. So yes, she is tall and lanky but also has a beauty to her and her movements. This is also Song of Ice and Fire or Game of Thrones we are talking about. There are very few that would consider her ugly. I am also aware is spelled Valyrian wrong. I run my chapters through a spell checker and that got missed. Arthura is not the heir to Winterfell, she has a part to play in the story and will later down the line. As for my miss on sentences. I do write this after working 10 hours shifts. I appreciate the feedback on my mistakes. I do not wish to have Hadrian have the freefolk kill his people. I meant that he will not tolerate it. He is a fair and just rule to an extent. Though as you will see in multiple chapters he does not do a very good job in actually ruling. Avalon is mostly run by his wives and his council of allies that have magical bindings to him. When he does rule he is considered up there with the Starks where they care for the people no matter how low on the pole they are. Also to all the guests who wish to degrade my writing that is fine. I write because I want to not because I need to. I do not have a fancy college degree where they showed me the essence of writing. I do not have a super fancy expensive editor that will help rewrite my words for me. I am a truck driver who enjoyed fanfiction and wrote some that you took your time to read. Yes, I do have a pat reon for people who wish to support me. If do want to be a critic then try writing yourself. Until then, enjoy the work for what it is, not best but not the worst.
Avalon
Arianne was extremely happy. She was rather mad last week when she had not seen a single hair of Hadrian Stark. She had been looking everywhere for him. Of course there were places she as a guest were not allowed in, but regardless she had expected to see him around right? Wrong. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, not there. The library which held tomes and scrolls that had fascinated and terrified her, not there. She even attempted to enter the dragons' nest just for a glimpse of the man. Still nothing! But today one week after they had met he was here. And he looked delectable. He wore a shirt that barely covered him as the buttons were undone, showing off his sculpted muscles underneath. Just imagining herself with the man made her wet. And then there were his pants! How he was allowed to be shown off to others was beyond her. But he would be hers.
"Hadrian," She started as she sashayed her way up to him. "It is so good to be able to finally talk to you. I was unable to find you all this week."
She wore a small red belly dancer outfit that she managed to steal behind her father's back, much to Arthura's disapproval. The top was a thin almost see-through sleeve that connected to the straps of her top that barely covered her bosom. The top had a palm leaf design on the sides that curved around as if to cup her slightly spilling out breasts, that left her smooth stomach wide open. The bottom was a long skirt that had slits that went from the top to bottom on the sides that allowed her smooth olive skinned legs and hips to show as she walked. If you had looked at her closely, you would see she had nothing underneath. Not that she minded, afterall she wore this for one person and one person only. It was for his eyes to feast upon. And she was going to make sure his eyes were only on her. Afterall, he would be hers. She was Arianne Martell, she always got what she wanted.
"Lady Martell, it is good to see you again." Hadrian said as he saw her approaching.
His eyes narrowed as if seemed to focus on certain parts of her body much to her enjoyment. "Now, none of that." She said as she wrapped her arms around his pushing her boobs against his side. "I heard you are on a first name basis with my uncle and father. Surely we can as well."
"Perhaps in time." Hadrian replied, smiling at her. "Is there something that you need? I know I have not been the greatest host this week as duties had led me away from the castle."
"Hmm, perhaps you can make it up to me then." Arianne teased. "I have been rather lonely. I was hoping you could accompany me as I go into town and get used to the city."
Arianne gave him the cutest pout she could muster. One that would never fail to have men eating out of the palm of her hands. 'Today, I will make him mine.' She thought as she had made arrangements with several of her escorts to make sure nothing would go wrong. 'This time for sure. That bitch will not win.'
After a few seconds, before she could get his reply, she watched as both Missandei and Daenerys walked in. Arianne noticed the slight limp in their steps as well as the reek of sex. It made her angry to see the smug face of Daenerys when she walked up and kissed her soon to be man. "What is the plan for today's love?" Daenerys asked, looking directly at Arianne with a grin.
"Miss Martell requested I show her around the city." Hadrian said, smiling at Daenerys as Missandei shook her head out of sight of them all.
Arianne glared daggers that woman across from her on Hadrian's other arm. She just knew she was going to ruin this for her... "Take her around and have fun." She heard the tale end of what Daenerys said.
"Wait, what?" Arianne sputtered out in shock.
Hadrian looked at the slightly older woman with amusement. He had heard the tales of the young woman from her uncle. Strong willed, determined, calculating, cunning, brash were some of the words he used to describe his niece. To him, it was like she was born to play the game of thrones of Westeros. He was never one to play the twists and turns of politics. Hell, he let Missandei and Veltina handle most of the day to day work while he bettered the livelihood of his people. He was a hands-on leader while they, including Daenerys, were the political and scheming side. It showed so much in this little power move.
Flashback evening prior *slight Lemon warning and will have warning for Lemon* TLDR: They discuss what they should do about Arianne.
Daenerys and Missandei curled up to each side of him as they laid naked on their bed. Kiss and bite marks were dominant on their necks after another intense round of sex. He listened to them breathing as he thought of what his next course of action should be. He did not realize his thoughts were heard until he heard Daenerys sigh. "You know, after tomorrow your 'punishment' is over. You will have to see one of your betrotheds and we will have to help Veltina with the issues again." Daenerys said, looking up at him.
"We could always just stay here another day." He offered as his erection had already returned due feeling their breasts pushed against his chest.
"Hadrian be reasonable." Missandei chided him. "We need to be able to function tomorrow. As much as I wish to be in your arms, if I am stuck in here another day my body will become a puddle of nothing but sex fluids."
"You say that like it is a bad thing." Hadrian teased as he bent down to kiss and suck on her neck earning a moan from the Naathian woman.
"And as much as we would love that you have other things to take care of." Missandei said through her moans as she pushed his head away from her.
Unfortunately for Daenerys his eyes targeted her neck as he turned the other way doing the same thing he did to Missandei to her. "Hadrian..." Daenerys moaned out as her breath became ragged. "We really need to discuss...mmmm... what to do about... Arianneeeeeee!"
Hadrian heard her yell out the other woman's name as his fingers slid into her wet womanhood. "Really, do you want to right now?" He asked, watching the younger woman moan into his chest as he pulled her up.
"We need to..." He heard her moan out as she kissed his chest. "She will try to break all of this apart..."
"Oh really? And how is that going to be possible?" He asked as he felt his other lover kissing his neck.
"Love, she will do anything to make this hers." Missandei said between her kisses on his neck. "She only knows how to win. We need to prove to her that she can't win in this game. And we must get her off her game and then make her fold and leave, or join in."
"I have just the idea," Daenerys said as she struggled to maintain her composure. "We tell him to go with her on a date that we are sure she will offer."
"You know that much just work." Missandei said as she remembered the tidbits she had learned of the girl from Arthura and Daemon.
"You can prove to her that you are the best choice for a husband." Daenerys said as she slowly sat up. "Then when she offers you everything, make her beg. Make it so she will be willing to share just to have you."
"That is devious." Hadrian said as he would be using the woman's pride against her.
"And the best part is," Daenerys started to say as she placed herself on top of him as his erection was sandwiched between her ass cheeks. "She will think that it was the best choice she made. When it was us making it for her."
"Who are you and what have you done to my sweet, kind, and loving Dany?" Hadrian mocked as he leaned on his elbows.
"Hush you." Daenerys smacked his chest. "Now that you got me all worked up. I believe you should be making sure your wife's needs are taken care of."
**Lemon Warning**
Hadrian watched as his slender framed wife aligned herself with him. Slowly, almost agonizingly so, she lowered until he was fully sheathed inside her. "Come my lord, let your queen ride her king."
"You two are insatiable." Missandei said as she felt Hadrian's hand lower between her own legs.
"It...is all... his fault..." Daenerys panted out as she slowly brought herself up and down onto Hadrian's waist. "He... was the... one who... left..."
Hadrian watched as Daenerys slowly grinned herself on him. Slowly rose his hips slightly in motion of her own. "No love..." Daenerys moaned out as she placed her hands on his chest to keep him in place. "No bucking now... you wouldn't want me to fall offfffff!"
Missandei smirked as she leaned up against Daenerys' shoulder. Her hand was placed ever so carefully between her two lovers. With a delicate touch she found the Targaryen girl's slightly swollen clit and slid her fingers across. She watched as the girl bucked her hips as she grinded herself against her hand. "My words." Missandei teased as her fingers again found the other girl's clit. "Our dragon queen seems to be struggling."
"Mmmm" Daenerys moaned, biting her lip as Missandei latched lips onto her pulse point. She felt the pressure of her own build up steadily rising as she filled herself again with Hadrian's dick.
"Missandei no teasing." Daenerys heard Hadrian say as she heard the woman behind her cry out from a slap on her rear.
Daenerys looked down slightly to see the smoldering violet eyes stare at her. She lowered herself again as her fluids started to leak down. Raising her hips again she felt her own body trying to keep him inside of her. She felt Hadrian's hands grip her ass as she pushed her hips back down as she felt Missandei hands moving up her body. The smacking sound rang out as Daenerys kept her pace. "Please, my love." She mewled out, feeling him twitch inside her as she chased her own climax. "I am close..."
She was to as Missandei's hands moved up her stomach eventually rested on her petite but shapely breast. She felt a small pinch in her already hard nipple and Missandei rolled them in her fingers. She felt Hadrian move his hands to her slender hips. Desperate for him, she felt the pace increase with him thrusting matching her own. Her body ached as the pressure built higher. She let herself go as her moans and pants filled the room. She did not care as she repeatedly moved her hips. "Please, Hadrian..." she begged as wanted one thing. "Please... I want you."
Daenerys slammed her hips down as her climax slammed into her. She heard a grind and a warmth fill her insides as she moaned out her own feelings. Leaning back into Missandei, Daenerys turned slightly to kiss the Naathian woman to keep herself from screaming as her body twitched.
Lemon end
Daenerys ended the kiss with a sigh as she slowly laid herself back on to Hadrian's chest. 'Perhaps this time I will have his child.' She thought as she drifted off to sleep.
Flashback end
Daenerys watched as the Dornish woman pulled Hadrian from his chair. Smiling, she got up and started moving towards the throne room, still feeling the warmth of Hadrian inside of her. She looped her arms with Missandei as they started to discuss what were the next plans for Avalon.
Arianne watched her two competitors leave the room with a smile. She finally had the lord of Avalon to herself. 'Now, I just need to seduce him into giving me control of his power.' She thought as it looked like her schemes were finally being brought together. 'First Avalon, then Westeros will be eating out of the palm of my hands. They will beg for me to be queen.'
She smiled happily as she felt Hadrian step up with her. She needed a strong man by her side. "Where shall we start?" She asked seductively.
"Hmm," Hadrian said, looking lost in thought. "Perhaps, I could show you an overview of the city that you could only see with me."
"Really?" Arianne questioned, curious about what he would show as she had been almost everywhere in the castle.
"Yep, come." Hadrian commanded, holding his arm out.
She quickly grabbed his arm, pushing her breasts firmly against his side. She smirked when she saw him looking down at them as her nipples were easily felt through the thin silk fabric of her small top. Her hands gently squeezed his corded muscles under his sleeve. She imagined what it felt like having those arms around her as she laid... 'No, not yet. I still have to make sure he is mine.' She thought as she focused on the task at hand.
"May I ask, how did you build such a fascinating castle? The walls are like nothing I have ever seen." Arianne asked.
"Lame terms magic." Hadrian replied, smirking as he saw the shocked face of the woman pressed against him. "It had taken weeks to purify and smooth the stones in such a way as I raised it from the ground."
"My word," Arianne sultry voice came out as she leaned closer to him. "This was all done by yourself?"
"Yes," Hadrian replied as he felt the woman's breath on his ear.
"Would you happen to be able to make another?" Arianne asked, her mouth so close to Hadrian's ear that she could almost kiss it. "I would love it if I could have this magnificent architecture in Dorne."
"Unfortunately," Hadrian started as he turned to face the woman, their mouths mere inches from the other. "Avalon is one of a kind."
"Such a shame." Arianne said, pretending to be sad as she stared into his eyes, her lips pouting seductively. "It truly would be the crown jewel of Westeros."
"Such a shame indeed." Hadrian replied as he watched the woman try to seduce him.
Hadrian continued to walk the corridors as they slowly went down. "I have never been down here." He heard Arianne say as he pulled a lantern from the hook.
"I am not surprised. It is the only hallway that I do not allow even staff to travel." He said as they finally came to the door.
"Why is that?" She curiously asked as she saw him insert a key.
"You shall see." He replied as a small click happened, opening the door to a small set of steps. "We are almost there."
Arianne nervously grabbed his arm as they made their way down until they reached a cave and an entrance that overlooked the sea. "Not that the scenery isn't lovely." Arianne commented as she turned toward Hadrian. "But is there a reason you brought me here?"
She felt a tinge of anger as the man started laughing. "It isn't funny. I am asking a serious question here." She spat out as Hadrian ignored her, pulling out a whistle.
A loud high pitched whistle rang out throughout the cave as Arianne stared at the man. "Samira, Sirius. There is someone I like you to meet." Hadrian called out to the confusion of the woman next to him.
Arianne watched as the man stepped forward and raised his arms as a wind seemed to kick up in the cave. Acutely aware of her surrounding Arianne watched as a shadow surrounded Hadrian. Before she could call out to warn him however, a giant red blur swooped down and pushed him down. Arianne stood in terror as she saw Hadrian disappear beneath a massive ruby red dragon. She watched in horror as the one hundred and forty foot beast bared its teeth and roared in the face of the down man. A scream threatened to leak out of her mouth as she heard a growling from behind her. Slowly, Arianne turned to see a sapphire blue dragon's head right next to her. Terror in her eyes, Arianne watched as the massive maw opened revealing the shining white dagger like teeth. 'This is the end...' She thought as she saw a reddish orange color slowly fill the dragon's throat. 'I hope my father can forgive me for forcing his hand...'
Arianne squeezed her eyes shut as she waited for the enviable flames to roll over her body, cooking her alive. She heard the growl of the dragon in front of her, signifying her death. "Sirius, that is enough." She heard Hadrian call out as her eyes opened and her head turned to see the man having the red dragon's head in his lap. "You know better than to use your flames to scare people."
Arianne's face dropped as she heard what could only be described as a whine come from the dragon behind her. She turned again to see Sirius drop his head onto the ground in a huff as smoke came out of his nose. "Sorry about them. Samira has been a daddy's girl since she was little." She heard Hadrian say. "And Sirius likes to tease people. No matter how much I try to tell him it isn't funny, he just keeps on doing it."
"..." Arianne tried to speak but the shock of what happened was too much. 'DRAGONS!' Was the thought that filled her head even as she felt her own hand being nudged onto the sapphire dragon's head. Smoothly she unconsciously moved her hand back and forth across the smooth scales as her mind continued to process what she was seeing. 'A Ruby dragon head was snuggling into Hadrian's chest. A sapphire dragon's head was pushing my hand onto its snout. DRAGONS!' Arianne thought as her mind came back to reality causing her to jump and scream.
"Relax." She heard it come from behind her as she felt strong arms wrap around her stomach. "They will not hurt you."
Arianne barely registered the feeling of the man's chest pushed up against her back as she continued to stare at the dragons. "You literally have dragons!" She whispered out as tears from her terror ran down her face. "They are extinct!"
She felt the rumble of Hadrian's laughter on her back as his breath tickled her ear. "They are not extinct. And these are my children."
"Your children!" Arianne questioned as she turned to face the man.
'Stupid handsome smirk.' She thought as she placed her hands on his chest. 'I wish I could smack that right off of your face.'
"Yep, I hatched them and raised them." Hadrian said as he stared at the slightly shorter woman.
"Raised them..." Arianne repeated as she stared into his violet eyes.
"Come on, I have to show you the view." Hadrian said as he pulled her towards Samira. "Now hold onto her spike here."
"Wait! Wait! Wait!" She yelled as he easily picked her up from her waist and placed her onto Samira before hopping on behind her.
"Hold on!" He yelled as Samira roared out diving towards the cave entrance with wings out wide.
The entire city that day heard a loud ear piercing scream as they saw Samira fly over the city. "You need to open your eyes!" Hadrian yelled over the wind. "Or else you are going to miss the view!"
"You are mad!" She screamed as she clutched to his chest with her legs wrapped around his waist and eyes buried into his shoulder.
"You just got to get used to it." Hadrian said as he held onto Samira. "I will not let you fall."
"You promise?!" Arianne cried out.
"Promise." He said in her ear. "Now open your eyes and look."
Arianne hesitated for a moment before slowly opening her eyes. She hardly felt the wind as she slowly looked around her. Below was the landscape of the great city as Samira leaned to the left showing her what was below. Samira, still clutching Hadrian for all he was worth, looked out at the white city, rolling farm lands, and dark forest. She looked at the expanded landscape as the city seemed to illuminate in the sun. She tilted her head slightly to see the fast land surrounding the city as caravans and merchants slowly made their way towards the outer wall. The people all looked like little ants to her from this height.
"It is beautiful." Arianne muttered.
"Yeah, it really is." Hadrian replied, seeing the woman relax and not try to scheme in her thoughts for the first time since they met.
They stayed up there for close to a half hour before Arianne finally relaxed enough to allow herself to face forward. She smirked when she felt Hadrian's arms wrap around her. She smiled inwardly as she thought of how much power the man behind her truly had. 'He could take everything... so why doesn't he?' She questioned to herself feeling upset that he had not crossed any lines that she did not already cross.
Eventually, Hadrian pushed Samira to land as he knew she had not eaten since the morning before. Slowly they landed onto the castle rampart. Samira lowered her right wing allowing a slide onto the walkway. Hadrian slowly pulled Arianne from Samira. The Dornish woman looked frazzled and disoriented as her legs touched the ground. "You are going to pay for ruining my hair." She said as she looked around for a reflection.
"You my dear princess," Hadrian commented, pushing a piece of her hair out of her face. "Look gorgeous."
He did not lie as the wind from the flight had her hair to become free. The curls in her hair framed her face as it fanned out her back. She stared at him intently in search of deceit as she gazed at his own features.
'Gods he is handsome.' She thought as she imagined his lips on her skin. Her hands ran through his hair as she pushed his face into her bosom. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she grinned up and down his...
"I hope you are hungry. I have a place that makes the best food in the city." Hadrian said, interrupting her fantasy.
"Lead on then." She sensually said as she swayed her hips toward the steps hoping he was watching.
Several hours later
**Small lime scene**
Arianne sat on her bed as she pulled her clothes off of her body. She wasted no time after discarding the remaining clothing to slide her fingers along her wet folds. She pushed two inside as her left hand quickly found her left breast, teasing it slowly. She had one thing on her mind as she quickened her pace pushing her fingers in and out to rub her pleasure spots. She pinched and slightly twisted her nipple as she started to pant. "Hadrian..." Her throaty voice whispered out as her fingers continued to pump in and out.
Abandoning all attempts at remaining quiet, the woman's palm pushed against her clit. Moans filled the room as she continued to imagine herself being pushed down, his mouth latched onto her breast. His tongue flicked her nipple as his teeth squeezed it almost painfully so. His dick slammed into her as she raised her own hips to meet his thrust. Desperate for his cum, she felt herself tighten around her fingers in an attempt to milk his dick. It wasn't long before a climax ripped through her body. Fluids rushed out past her hand as she kept her fingers moving in and out of her, prolonging the climax. She moaned out his name until her throat was sore as she removed her fingers.
*Lime over*
Arianne slumped onto the bed utterly exhausted as she thought about the day. She thought about the exotics of the city and the respect and adoration his people gave him. She felt like a queen with people bowing to them as they passed in the streets. How they walked into any place that piqued her interest. The food, the clothes, the women. Arianne smirked at that last part. She had tried to tempt the man into his new brothel to test the goods. But despite her best efforts and the efforts of the women wanting to show their appreciation for the cleansing potions, he still denied. "Why?" She had asked. "Are they not beautiful enough to share your bed with? Are they not your type?"
His response had shocked her but made her ache for him more. "It is not a matter of beauty." Hadrian explained. "It is a matter of magic."
"Magic?" She questioned. "Like those cheap tricks that my father had people do for me when I was younger?"
He had just laughed at that as pulled out his blade. The blade shone blood red as she stared at the man. "No, magic it that can do more than 'cheap tricks.'" He emphasized the words. "Magic that protects my people, my city, and allows me to do great and also terrible things. Things that if were known would allow others to cause a second doom on the entirety of Westeros."
Arianne looked at the man in shock. She knew he was not lying either. The look of the raw power the man held had her wanting to take him then and there. It also terrified her as his aura seemed to engulf everything around her. She found it intoxicating, scary, and extremely arousing. "So what does magic have to do with passion?" She asked, feeling herself dampen with need.
"A balancer." He said. "Anchors to keep the power in check. Vows to keep myself from destroying friends and foes alike. Only being allowed to have sexual relationships with bounded mates is a small sacrifice to keep things balanced."
'Bounded mates...' Arianne thought as she remembered what Hadrian said about what it entailed. 'Absolutely foolish. Who would give up the pleasures of life to be with just one man.'
She ignored the small voice in her stating that she would, if it was for the man such as Hadrian. That night, her dreams were filled with visions of her sitting in her bed as she asked Hadrian to make her his.
Avalon Docks
Yukio laid in her cabin trying not to hurl all over the floor. Four weeks on a trip that should have taken a week. "If that fucking dumbass had not pushed through that fucking storm." She muttered, feeling another wave of nausea go through her system.
It was not the first time she cursed her father's name. The man had been relentless in his all important kickass quest for the Iron Bank. The first several days had been smooth sailing as the only real issue had been her own sea sickness. Her father had to have known about her getting sick from ships as he had chosen only by sea. She felt the gentle waves throughout her journey from Braavos to Pentos. She did get sick but not so bad that she could not move. It was the day after leaving Pentos that everything came crumbling down. Restocked for the longer trip, Yukio heard the crow's nest call out a particularly strong storm in their path. Of course her father, being the self entitled prick that he is, pushed the people to brave the storm. "We could have just waited near shore, but nooooooooo, I have to get to Avalon. I need to get underneath a new lord and be his professional ass wiper." She muttered, feeling her stomach roll as the waves crashed again on the ship.
So the trip continued and so did the storm. The High seas turned violent as waves rose to meet their ship. Water poured through the very ship as rain pommeled the ship. Lightning cracked through the sky and sometimes the ship as pieces fell off. All the while her slave driver of a father pushed them onward with a fat stack of coins as a rework.
She rolled over to her side as the ship gently rocked in the harbor. They had waited at customs for sixteen hours, no thanks to her father. "Stupid idiot is arguing with the Unsullied and the dock master." She said as she sat up. "Hopefully this is over soon."
It did not. They had to stay overnight in the boat which then proceeded to have the worst storm since Avalon's founding hit the city. Needless to say, Yukio was ready to kill someone. "Everyone off the boat!" He heard the captain call in her relief.
Yukio stood up, and ran out of her cabin, up the stairs, and finally leaped onto the wooden dock. "Sweet sweet land." She cried out. "I am never leaving you again."
"Honestly, get up." Her father said, looking at her with disgust. "You are embarrassing yourself and me."
Yukio glared daggers at the man as she refused to respond to him. She would not give him the satisfaction. She walked towards the castle with her father. She noticed that the people seemed happier as she walked through the market area. "These people seem to think that this world is all sunshine and rainbows." She heard her father mutter.
She sighed looking at people. A little girl walked towards them hoping to sell her flowers. "Out of our way. We are in a hurry." Tycho said, moving along with his guard.
"I am sorry." Yukio said sadly. "Here, go get yourself some candy."
She handed the girl a couple of copper as she knelt down next to her. "Thank you!" She said, smiling happily. "Do you want a flower? I think it would be really pretty in your hair."
"You're right." She heard a man behind her. "I think the pink one would look great."
"Who..." Yukio asked about to punch the guy in the face.
Her eyes met the violet eyes as he caught her arm before she could swing it. "Sorry, I just wanted to voice my opinion. I didn't mean to scare you." The man said. "I was on my way over to get some food when I saw this little flower princess. I figured I would stop by and pick up a flower."
She heard the little girl giggling at the man as he placed his hand on her head. "Next time, do not sneak up on me." Yukio said scowling. "You can get hurt doing that."
"Hahahahaha" The man laughed. "I will remember that."
The little girl smiled, handing the flower to the man. "I think this would go great with her hair." The little girl said, smiling.
"You know you are right." The man said putting the flower into her hair behind her ear.
Yukio looked at them in shock as she did not believe a man would dare even touch her hand, let alone put a hand near her face. She was the daughter of the Nightingale. This man stared directly at her. He did not insult her. Did he know? Did he not care? Before she could question, she heard. "Yukio! We are going to be late!" Tycho called out.
"Duty awaits." She sighed. "You be safe... I never got either of your names."
"I am Hadrian." The man replied smiling. "And this little flower is Carri."
"It has been a pleasure." She said as she ran to catch up to her father.
"Come on Carri. Let's go get you some snacks and food. I am sure your mom and dad are waiting." She heard the man say as she walked away.
"Ok!" Carri said as she caught up to her father.
"You should not talk to the riff raff." Tycho scolded her. "You will be working with the court of this city."
Yukio ignored his words as she stared at the castle gates as they came into view. Soon arrived as her father was insistent on moving quickly and making a good impression. "Halt, state your business." The guard called out.
"I am Tycho Nestoris. I have come from the Iron Bank as their representative. I arrived just today hoping to meet with the Lord and Ladies of Avalon." Tycho replied as he pulled out his papers.
After some moments, the guards called out to open the gates. Yukio walked into the white palace as she admired the smooth stone the castle was made out of. She watched as guards moved throughout the castle in organized but relaxed movements. 'They seemed lazy but their organization states otherwise.' She thought as she watched each guard's eyes follow them as they moved through the courtyard. The guards at the entrance saw them arriving and opened the doors as they stepped up.
Inside the throne room was made of the white stone that the walls were. Lights hung from multiple areas on the ceiling and walls. It seemed strange to Yukio that the candles were not melting but stayed lit and gave off light. 'It is almost like... Magic!' She thought of putting herself on high alert.
She had met multiple kinds of magic users in the service of her mother. Shadow Men who taught her to shadow travel due to her blood.
The House of the Undying with their visions of past and future. She had been taken there as a child and to this day she dare not say what she had saw.
The Faceless Men assassins had been used by her mother many times. She never got trained by them in particular but she did spend some time with their leader of sorts. The man? Woman? They had taught her their religion. The Many-Faced God or Death was what they revered as the only god. She had never truly believed that one god did everything. But she did believe in the god or goddess of death.
And finally the religion of R'hllor and their use of fire and blood magic. The fanatics seemed to think that their god granted them immunity to the repercussions of their actions. How her mother tolerated them is beyond her.
Yukio watched her surroundings as they made their way towards the thrones. Sitting on top of two of the three thrones were beautiful women. She had known that the Shadow Lord was married but seeing who made her feel slightly inferior to them. One held the manner of someone born to be in courts. Her silver hair perfectly parted going down the back of the chair. Her calm but careful demeanor did nothing to take away the beauty that the young woman had. She knew who this person was from the descriptions alone. She was in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn. "Welcome to Avalon." Daenerys called out.
"Thank you for your warm welcome my lady." Tycho said bowing in front of them both. "I see Lady Missandei is also present. I had hoped to meet the Shadow Lord today. The Iron Bank wishes to help Avalon and propose an opportunity from the hierarchy of Braavos."
"Yes, well our husband is currently out at the moment." Missandei said with a smile. "What is it that you wish for?"
"My ladies, I come bearing gifts and knowledge from my proud city." Tycho said with a smile. "The Iron Bank has heard that the Iron Throne wished to employ the Faceless Men to kill your husband and selves. We have stopped such a thing as they were already reluctant to do so. It seemed the Many-Faced God shared their plan with the leaders and allowed such a communication between them and the bank to cancel the contract."
"I appreciate the kind gesture... I am sorry I did not get your name." Daenerys said, but the sigh of relief was evident.
"Tycho Nestoris, your grace." Tycho replied.
"Tycho, I thank you again as leader of this city. However," Daenerys said. "It is quite curious that you would do such a thing. I am sorry for being cautious but one does not simply do a kind gesture without any kind of reward expected. Tell me, what does the Iron Bank require?"
"Of course, it is wise to be cautious. We merely wish for some more permanent place here in your city. Currently the Iron Bank has their small area in the commercial area to set up transactions to your ports. We wish to set up a fully functioning bank in your city as well as have our own port section to allow our ships to bring goods in."
"Hmm, we will be able to provide you the area for your bank. However, the port will have to be managed by multiple different people. I will make the arrangements to have the discussion but there are no guarantees." Missandei said smiling. "Anything else?"
"As a matter of fact," Tycho said, waving his hand toward Yukio. "The hierarchy of Braavos has deemed that we should tighten our bonds with each other. The Nightingale and her supporters wish to support Avalon in hopes to bring our cities closer. The Nightingale wishes to offer hers and my daughter in service of the Shadow Lord."
Yukio glared in defiance at the man as he continued to try to show her off. "Yukio is trained in the art of being a bodyguard. She has multiple records of training, successful spy work, and even assassinations if that is required. If that is not needed, her features are quite stunning from her pedigree." He talked about her like she was a prized animal he would show his friends.
Yukio glared at the entire room as she watched the women on the thrones try to keep themselves from laughing. 'I would laugh too if a man basically tried to throw his daughter on their husband.' She thought as she watched the two women step down from the thrones. "I am sure we can discuss this in greater detail later. But first let me welcome you to Avalon. Tycho, it has been a pleasure." Daenerys said, smiling at Yukio. "We will send over the paperwork for your options later on today once my husband returns."
"Of course, thank you so much my lady." Tycho bowed.
"Of course, with the exception of Miss Yukio, you are allowed to leave. I believe we have some terms of her employment to discuss." Yukio heard a voice that came from the entrance of the Throne room.
Yukio turned around to see the man who had put the flower in her hair.