The sea crashed over the rocks, spraying them in salt while the gray clouds overhead blanketed the watery pale sun. The king in the north, the bastard Jon Snow, dragged the wooden boat up the sandy beach beside his men.

"The Bastard of Winterfell." announced Lord Tyrion Lannister, hand of the queen, by way of greeting.

"The Dwarf of Casterly Rock" replied Jon Snow, with an equally straight face. They both stared at each other challengingly for a second, before the ends of their lips ticked upwards and they administered small smiles.

"I believe we last met atop the wall," Lord Tyrion offered a handshake which was promptly accepted, attempting to maintain an emotionless expression.

"You were pissing of the edge of it if I remember right," answered Jon Snow dryly. "Picked up some scars along the road."

"It's been a long road, but we are both still here," said Tyrion, sighing slightly. "I'm Tyrion Lannister."

Ser Davos stepped forward from his position beside Jon Snow, and shook Lord Tyrion's hand.

"Ser Davos."

"Ah, the onion knight," said Tyrion, referring to the nickname bestowed upon Sir Davos. "We fought on opposite sides at the Battle of Blackwater Bay."

"Unluckily for me." commented Ser Davos.

"Missandei is the Queen's most trusted advisor." Lord Tyrion gestured to a pretty girl on his left with creamy brown skin and dark curls, who's face displayed a certain amount of dignified pride at the significance of such an important role.

She nodded. "Welcome to dragon stone, our Queen knows it is a long journey. We appreciate the efforts you have made on our behalf. If you wouldn't mind handing over your weapons."

The men looked around at each other doubtfully, before Jon Snow settled the matter.

"Of course."

Missandei's face relaxed into a sweet smile, and the Dothraki marched forward to collect the Northern soldiers' longswords and daggers amidst irritated murmurs.

"Please, this way," Missandei turned up the beach, and Lord Tyrion, Ser Davos and Jon Snow followed suit.

"Where are you from?" asked Ser Davos, in an attempt to lighten the mood. "I can't place the accent."

"I was born on the island of Naath." answered Missandei obediently.

"Ah, I hear it's beautiful down there. Palm trees, and butterflies. Haven't been myself."

Missandei smiled and nodded.

Ser Davos hung back, waiting for Jon.

"This place has changed," he muttered, striding up the path.

"And Sansa? I hear she's alive and well." Lord Tyrion asked.

"She is," affirmed Jon.

"Does she miss me terribly?" Lord Tyrion turned to look at Jon. " A sham marriage. And unconsummated."

"I didn't ask," replied Jon, slightly uncomfortable.

"Well it was. Wasn't. Anyway.. she's much smarter than she lets on."

"She's starting to let on." Jon looked down at Lord Tyrion, who walked briskly through the short stone walls.

"Good. At some point, I want to hear how a Nights' Watch recruit became King in the North."

"As long as you tell me how a Lannister became Hand to Daenerys Targaryen."

"A long and bloody tale. To be honest, I was drunk for most of it."

"My bannermen think I'm a fool for coming here."

"Of course they do, if I was your hand, I would have advised against it. General rule of thumb - Stark men don't fare well when they travel south." Lord Tyrion warned.

"True, but I'm not a Stark."

A screech sounded closely overhead, and Lord Tyrion flashed a grin as Jon Snow fell into the paved path in an attempt to avoid the large dragon that swooped right over their heads.

"I would say you get used to them," began Lord Tyrion, he bestowed a hand to Jon who's eyes searched the sky, and hauled him up, "but you never really do."

The three dragons circled the skies naturally, and Jon Snow stared, mindblown at them. He had never seen such a creature, so ferocious, with such an ability to slaughter thousands.

"Come, their mother is waiting for you." Tyrion's voice snapped him back to the present. He, was being led by Lord Tyrion, who he hadn't seen in years, to meet Daenerys Targaryen, the apparent goddess who had hypnotised all who had met her. He exchanged a look of utter disbelief with Ser Davos, and then continued up the path.