"Would you like to sit?" Oberyn offered to Lord Tywin.
He and Elaria were currently using Lord Baelish's brothel in the capital, but Lord Casterly Rock had to interrupt them. He came accompanied by guards and asked to talk, so he agreed, although he would rather do other things.
"No, thanks." Tywin replied as his guards left, leaving them alone in the brothel room. He would prefer another place, but at the same time he didn't want to postpone this conversation.
"Wine?" he suggested, getting off the bed and throwing a scarf over himself.
"No, thanks." Tywin repeated.
"I'm sorry about your grandson." with that, Oberyn went to pour himself some wine.
"Really?"
"I do not believe that children are responsible for the sins of their parents." he replied with some venom in his voice, although on the surface his tone was still polite, or even pleasant. "Or grandparents." he added, looking at Tywin once he had filled his cup. "A horrible way to die."
"What way?" in just two words he managed to make it clear that the younger prince of Dorne was on his list of suspects. Oberyn understood the accusation immediately.
"Are you interrogating me, Lord Tywin?"
"Some believe the king choked."
"Some people believe that the sky is blue because we live in the eye of the blue-eyed giant." Oberyn countered, sitting back on the bed."The king was poisoned." stated a fact that they both knew perfectly well.
"I heard you studied poisons at the Citadel."
Is he accusing me again?
"That's why I know."
"Everyone knows you hate my family." Tywin maintained the same tone throughout the entire conversation. "You come to the capital, you are an expert in poisons, a few days later my grandson dies."
"Suspicious." he admitted, looking into his wine glass for a moment. "Why haven't you thrown me into the dungeon yet?"
"You talked to Tyrion in that brothel the day you arrived. About what?"
Ah... He thinks we were conspiring together. It almost made me laugh.
"Do you think we were conspiring?" Oberyn asked bluntly. Tywin then repeated his question, so the prince stood up and walked over to Tywin, this time answering the question."My sister's death."
"Which you blame me for."
They were now facing each other and staring at each other. There had been tension in the room since Tywin had entered, but now it was beginning to build dangerously quickly.
"She was raped and killed by the Mountain. The Mountain takes orders from you. Of course I blame you." all these years, his hatred for Tywin and the Mountain has not left him, and probably never will, even when he takes revenge.
And he will do it, he does not believe in the justice of the Gods. If you want justice, you have to bring it yourself.
"I stand here unarmed, without guards. Should I be afraid?"
"You came because you know me. I am a reasonable person. If I cut your throat now, I'd probably be quartered tomorrow."
"In war, people commit various crimes without their superior's knowledge."
"You also didn't know that Visenya belongs to my family and after her mother's death she should go to Dorne, under our protection?"
Tywin didn't comment on it in any way because he didn't have the ability to. Oberyn was right, but he would never admit it, and those days he could afford not to follow generally accepted rules, after all, after the war, he was a big winner and his daughter was the Queen.
"You also deny that you had any involvement in Elia's murder?"the prince asked another question.
"Categorically." this time Tywin replied.
They looked at each other in silence for a long moment, and Oberyn seemed to be assessing whether Tywin might actually be telling the truth. His eyes didn't answer his question and as the tension reached its peak, he turned around and went back to sit on the bed.
"I'd like to talk with the Mountain." he said, his back turned to the Lord.
"He'd definitely enjoy speaking with you."
"He might not enjoy this as much as he thinks he would." he reached for a grape from the fruit basket and ate it, looking significantly at Tywin. His intentions for the Mountain were obvious.
"I could arrange such a meeting." with that, Tywin finally moved from his seat, walking to the other side of the room.
"But you want something in return."
"There will be a trial for my son. Tradition dictates that he should be judged by three judges. The first will be me, the second will be Mace Tyrell. I wish you were the third."
He had to admit, he was surprised that this was what Lord Tywin wanted from him. It didn't seem like he wanted much from him, so there had to be a catch...
"Why?"
"Not so long ago the Tyrells allied with Renly Baratheon. They declared themselves enemies of the Crown. Now they are our strongest allies." Oberyn kept looking at him, wondering what he was getting at.
"Well, you made a Tyrell girl the Queen." he interjected. "Judging your son is much less of a temptation." he stood up and reached for his goblet with wine.
"I will also invite you to sit on the Small Council, to serve the new king with your knowledge."
Now there's definitely a catch to it.
"I didn't know you held Dorne in such high esteem, Lord Tywin." said the prince sarcastically.
"Without Dorne there are no Seven Kingdoms."
"Not without the North also, and somehow you can't extinguish the last spark of rebellion." he couldn't help but use this moment to cut him off.
"The Greyjoys are rebelling too. The Wildling army is marching on the Wall, and in the east, a Targaryen girl has four dragons, more than Aegon had when he conquered Westeros." he said all this, walking slowly past Oberyn. "I'm sure she'll set her eyes on Westeros soon. Only the Dornishmen were able to resist Aegon Targaryen and his dragons."
"Are you saying you need us? It's probably hard to admit..." Oberyn replied with a smirk on his face. "Why exactly would we fight against Visenya? She is my and Dorian's niece."
In fact, he had already heard about it at the court, and a smile quickly spread across his face as he thought about what would happen if Visenya came to Westeros soon.
Moreover, he was proud of her. He remembered her as a girl who lived in fear of Tywin Lannister and preferred to submit. And now he heard of her as a strong woman who led an army loyal to her.
She may have inherited her looks completely from her father, but there was a large part of the Martell soul in her.
"Dorne hasn't gotten much good out of associating with the Targaryens."
"She's blood of my blood." he replied quickly. "In Dorne we don't murder mothers and children as a sign of loyalty."
"I offer you to bring justice to Elia's murderer, if you will help me bring justice to the king's." Tywin offered openly, no longer trying to turn Oberyn against his niece. He stuck out his hand towards him, waiting for him to accept the deal.
Speaking of Visenya, she has just arrived before the walls of Meereen. She could already see the huge pyramids from a distance, but the closer she got, the more impressive they were.
Seeing the army, people looked out from behind the walls with interest, but rather without fear. They apparently believed that Meereen could not be conquered.
She got off her horse and wanted to get a little closer so she could speak to these people, but suddenly she saw the huge city gate opening.
"Lonely rider?" she asked, seeing only one man on a horse. She would have expected an attack, not something... like this.
"A champion of Meereen." Ser Arthur explained to her, standing next to her. "You are to send your own to face him."
"What is he actually doing?" she frowned, watching the man first show off on the horse, then dismount, shout something and unbutton his pants, to which she immediately looked away and sighed heavily. She was not at all entertained by it like all those great Lords in Meereen.
"He says we're an army of men without... man parts. And you are not a woman, but a man who... Who hides his cock in his own asshole." Missandei's translation was not without some stutters.
"He should be silenced for saying such things." she replied. "Especially since he won't let me speak."
"Rual nyke bisa rigle, ñuha dāria. Kesan daor dissapōs ao, ivestragī nyke ossēnagon bisa vala syt a." said Grey Worm, offering himself for the task.
*"Do me the honor, my Queen. I will not let you down, let me kill this man for you."*
"Ao sagon se udrāzmio hen dovaogēdy, kesan daor risk ojūdan ao." she replied, with a delicate smile on her lips.
*"You are the commander of the Unsullied, I won't risk losing you."*
"I will do it. They say I'm the best knight in the Seven Kingdoms, I've killed a lot of people, I'll kill this one too." Ser Arthur caught her attention.
"I'm not going to gamble with your life." she answered briefly and decisively, then looked at Ser Barristan and spoke again when she saw that he wanted to say something. "Don't even begin."
"So I'll fight." Daario interjected, coming closer. "I don't command the Unsullied, I'm not dear to you, I'm not even a knight, my mother was a whore. I came from nothing and I will eventually return to it one way or another. But let me kill him for you."
For a moment - when he said that he was not dear to her - it occurred to her that this was not the truth, his life was not worthless and she would not want to watch him die. She even liked his courtships, her girlish heart was finally showing itself. But did she have a better choice? No.
"All right." she replied after a short while. Immediately afterwards, she glanced at the walls and added "You have a large audience, don't disappoint them."
She took a few steps closer towards the city, looking between the people on the walls and the rider who was already being handed a lance. She exchanged a few words with Missandei about Daario and his courage, and then approached him.
"Don't you want a horse?" she asked, a little concerned about how the situation was developing.
"Why would I want one?" he shrugged. He seemed completely unconcerned that he was risking his own life.
"He has a horse." she pointed out. "Besides, horses are faster than people."
"And dumber than them."
She was silent for a moment, she was about to give up, but she added something.
"If you die, you won't be able to show off to me anymore." she doesn't know what she was thinking, that she was going to talk some sense into him? Or maybe she just didn't believe he could have a plan? She believed that without a horse he had less chance, but in the end she did not order him to take a horse to this fight.
And Daario just winked at her in response.
She folded and retreated, returning to stand next to Missandei, never looking away from what was happening.
The man rode on his horse with his lance drawn, getting closer and closer to them. She watched as Daario slowly pulled out his long dagger and - she guesses - kissed it lightly for luck.
Her heart sped up again, as if she hadn't had enough stress already. She clenched her right hand on the dark red fabric of her clothes, and shuddered as she watched the blade pierce the horse's head, it fell, the rider fell... And before he could get up, his head had already been severed.
A sigh of relief escaped her lips and her hand let go of the material and relaxed.
Vis even returned the gentle smile Daario gave her.
"Issi īlon qōrdī?" she asked Grey Worm, to which he only nodded.
*"Are we ready?"*
It was time to speak to the people on the walls, there were more and more of them, they were pushing each other, everyone wanted to see who had arrived at the gate, to see what was happening.
"Issarosī hen Meereen!" she started, screaming loud enough for the people on the walls to hear her. "Iksan Visenya Targārien, hen Valyrio Uēpo ānogār iksan. Kostā ryptan yno iā ybaō aōha āeksia ivestretan ao nūmāzma nyke. Kostis vestās trutī iā pirtra, kostā pāsagon zirȳ iā daor. Daoriot jemas. Sir kesā ūndegon nyke hae iksan, ao se aōha āeksia. Iksan iā ābra, daor vala doīhi orvorta isse zȳhon gundja. Iksan se pryjatys hen belma. Ao ūndegon azantyr inkot nyke. Īlis buzdarīs isse Astapor. Sir pōnta iōragon inkot nyke, daerē. Pār īlon naejōt Yunkai. Lī qilōni sia buzdarīs isse Yunkai, sir iōragon inkot nyke, daerē. Sir nyke've māzigon naejot Meereen. Eman mērī mēre rūn naejot ivestragon aōha āeksia." she paused for a moment to make her next words sound more explicit. "Dāez tolvie vala, ābra se riña gō ziry iksos tolī aēlt. Naejot se simrī issaros: iksan daor aōha qrinuntys, aōha qrinuntys iksis paktot ao. Aōha qrinuntys uses ao se aōha riñar,ossēnagon ao se daoriot addemmagon syt ziry. Ziry iksos jēda syt zirȳ naejot addemmagon syt mirre pōja ziriōs!"
*"People of Meereen! I am Visenya Targaryen, of the blood of Old Valyria. You may have heard of me, or your Lords might have told you about me. They may have told you truth or lies, you may have believed them or not. It doesn't matter. Now you will see me as I am. You and your Masters. I am a woman, not a man hiding his cock in his own asshole. I am the Breaker of Chains. You see an army behind me. They were slaves in Astapor. Now they stand behind me, free. Then we went to Yunkai. Those who were slaves there now stand behind me, free. Now I have come to Meereen. I have only one thing to say to your Masters: Free every man, woman and child before it's too late! And to the common people I say: I am not your enemy, your enemy is among you. Your enemy is exploiting you and your children, killing you and not paying for it! It's time for them to pay for all their crimes!"*
You could tell by her voice and posture that she finally felt confident in speaking to people. There was no longer any hesitation in her, she knew what to say and how to say it. She didn't care how many people were looking at her, in fact she was happy with every new set of eyes. It was nothing like she was in King's Landing, where she preferred to avoid being seen. Now she was no longer afraid of speaking Valyrian, and after a few lessons with Missandei her accent was perfect, some might say it was her first language.
It was definitely more difficult to try to learn Dothraki, but that's another matter.
"Perzys!" she shouted, and the catapults prepared in advance - and properly aimed to hit buildings, not people - launched barrels containing all the collars collected in Yunkai.
People panicked at first, but quickly saw that this was not an attack intended to destroy the city. Barrels smashed against the walls and collars fell out, landing on the pavement.
It showed people that she wasn't lying. Each collar meant one freed person, and there were thousands of them.
Their enemy was truly among them.
"Istiti perpīdo syt se hembar dekurago." she said to Grey Worm as she walked away from the walls towards the camp next to the city.
*"We must prepare for the next step."*
Visenya Targaryen planned to take over the city from the inside, in a similar way to Yunkai, but not only with her soldiers, but with the help of the people.
Robb Stark planned to get to the North, to Jon.
They both succeeded. Except Visenya was now the Queen of Meereen and could celebrate her victory, and Robb couldn't even rejoice in his survival.