"We shall never fix this city if we stay cooped up at the top on of the great pyramid." Tyrion state das he Varys and Thomas walked through the streets dressed as merchants. Varys glanced around in obvious worry as people passed them. Thomas wasn't much better and kept fingering the dagger he had hidden on his waste.

"Must I have come unarmed Lord Tyrion?" Thomas asked. "The people already know my face. They already attacked me. Now they have even more incentive to do so since I have no sword."

"We will be fine. We are dressed like common merchants." Tyrion shook his head. "Tyrion is just fine. May I call you Thomas?"

"You may."

"Good, I hoped we could be friends." Tyrion smiled up at him.

"We aren't friends." Thomas shook his head. "You haven't earned my trust yet."

"Well then I better get started." Tyrion chuckled.

"Not to interrupt but dressing up can only go so far if you keep walking like that." Varys spoke up. "You walk like a rich person. At least the good king walks like a warrior and can be confused for a sell sword."

"You spent a lot of time studying the way rich people walk?" Tyrion asked.

"You walk as though the paving stones are your personal property." Varys scoffed. I used to steal from people like you when I was a boy."

"It's a good thing you aren't a boy then." Tyrion pointed out lightheartedly.

"No offence, but what do we hope to gain from this excursion?" Thomas asked.

"In the two weeks since you have become king, what have you noticed about the people?" Tyrion asked.

"They require less and less of me. They seem quiet and content from what I can tell." Thomas shrugged. "Why, have you noticed something?"

"No I have not, which is why we are here." Tyrion motioned around them. "To get a better sense of the people." As he gazed the streets he noticed a mother huddled against a wall holding a baby. Feeling pity swell in his gut he walked over and fished out some coins. Holding his hand out he motioned towards the woman, then her babe. The woman looked horrified and held the child closer.

"She thinks you want to eat her baby." Thomas pointed out before stepping forward. "I'm sorry my idiotic friend doesn't know Valyrian well. The money is so you can buy food for you and your babe." The woman looked back towards Tyrion skeptically before taking the money. Thanking Thomas she quickly scurried off.

Continuing their walk they came upon a wall with writing on it. One sentence in blood red the other painted in blue. One said kill the masters the other, Mhysa is a master.

"Mhysa means mother in Valyrian." Varys spoke up.

"We all know that." Thomas sighed as he read it. "They need to be reminded who is in charge."

"And how will you do that?" Tyrion asked. "You have no dragons and the patrols didn't do anything the first time. No, reminding them who is in charge will do us no good. We have to show everyone we offer the best deal."

"She gave everyone their freedom. What is better than that?" Thomas asked.

"She gave the slaves freedom. The master's lost property and feel insulted." Varys offered. "We need to compromise."

"We need to show everyone that daenerys has their wellbeing at the forefront of her mind." Tyrion pointed out as they turned a corner and saw a men dressed in red preaching too many former slaves.

"Well it doesn't help that she was seen flying away on a dragon and hasn't come back." Varys sighed.

"Who is that?" Thomas pointed to the man in red.

"A red priest." Varys answered. A servant of the lord of light. Apparently our Queen has become quite popular with them. "They believe in the lord of light." Varys rolled his eyes. "More superstitious nonsense."

"Not nonsense if it calms the people and gets them to back our queen." Tyrion pointed out. "Maybe we should request an audience with their leader."

"Varys, is that something you can do?" Thomas asked as they started walking away.

"If it is what you think I best."

"It is, we need all the help we can get." Thomas sighed.

"Then I shall send my little birds at once." Varys bowed his head.

They continued talking about ways to win the support back and stop the Harpy's for another hour or so until they reached the docks. There they found people screaming and running in terror as smoke rose into the sky. Rushing forward the came upon the docks alight in fire as every boat burned. Unsullied rushed to put out the flames.

"She won't be sailing to Westeros any time soon." Tyrion spoke up as the watched the fire burn.

"They burned them all." Thomas whispered in shock.

*that night*

"What are we going to do?" Missandei asked as they all sat around the council table.

"We must strike back and show them we are not weak." Grey Worm spoke up.

Varys shook his head. "We cannot strike back if we do not know who to strike." He glanced around the table. "My little birds have found a few questionable people that I will be speaking to in the coming days. Astapor and Yunkai have been retaken by the masters. Aside rom Meereen, Slavers bay is back to normal."

"Taking out a few supporters at a time won't do much." Tyrion shook his head. "We need to show them we still have loyal dragons. That should stop any thoughts of attack."

"We don't have loyal dragons anymore." Thomas spat out. "And now we lost most of slavers bay."

"Do we not have two beneath the great pyramid?" Tyrion asked.

"They are there but they will not listen to anyone." Thomas sighed. "We have reports of them refusing to eat as well. At this rate by the time Daenerys comes back she will have lost everything."

"Then our need is truly dire." Tyrion muttered. Thomas froze however and stared at Tyrion, recalling a conversation he had many years ago.

"When your need is dire, go to the ruins of old Valyria. There you will find the key to not only your future but the mother of dragons."

"I need to head to the ruins of old Valyria." Thomas stated. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at him.

"You cannot go there!" Tyrion shouted. "Those ruins hold nothing but death and misery."

"I will take the remaining Dothraki we have and ride tomorrow morning." Thomas turned to Missandei and Grey Worm. "I am entrusting the care of this city in your hands. Varys and Tyrion will assist you in any way possible. Should Daenerys return before I, tell her I will be back shortly." Thomas turned and started leaving. But stopped when Varys stepped in his way.

"You only have 15 Dothraki and only 5 of them are battle worthy. The rest are children and women. Hundreds of stone men lie in wait at old Valyria. 6 fighters won't be enough." Varys informed him.

"It will have to do." Thomas was about to shove past him when Tyrion grabbed his arm.

"If you are so dead set on dying then fine. Have fun." Tyrion glared at him. "But you can at least get her children, your children out of their prison before you go."

Thomas stared at him for a while. He saw determination and drive. He looked towards Missandei and Grey worm and saw the same mixed with worry. Varys he noticed had a blank expression but watched intensely none the less. "Fine, let's go free Rhaegal and Viserion."

Down at the entrance to the catacombs, the unsullied moved the door out of the way. Thomas was dressed in leather armor with a sword at his waist. Varys and Tyrion stood to the side holding Torches. When Thomas stepped through he took a torch offered by the unsullied and walked down the steps. Before him laid a vast darkness. Nothing moved, nothing made a sound. Continuing forward he held the torch before him. Chains rattled in the darkness and blurs of motion caught his eye.

He stopped when a small flame sprouted. He could make out teeth surrounding it. A low growl resonated next to it and soon a burst of flame shot out of Rhaegal's mouth. The room, now illuminated, he saw Viserion on his left and Rhaegal on his right. Both were much bigger than they were last he saw them.

"It has been a very long time." Thomas' voice shook as the dragons glared down at him. "I'm sorry I haven't been here to see you but your mother is in danger." Taking a breath he stepped forward and pet Rhaegal's neck. The dragon continued to glare but stopped growling. "We need both of you to help us." He swiftly removing the blot holding the chain around his neck. The heavy steel fell to the floor with a loud bang. Viserion crooned lightly before offering his neck. Rhaegal nudged Thomas tenderly as he shook himself. Removing Viserion's chain, he stepped back and let the dragons get readjusted to being free. "You are free now, please leave this place and come back to the sun."

Both Dragons crooned but turned away and headed back into the darkness. Thomas shuddered and swiftly left. Instructing the Unsullied to leave the doors open, he led Tyrion and Varys back towards the Pyramid. "It is up to them now, let's hope they come out soon."

*next day*

"How long do you think the journey will take?" Missandei asked as Thomas and he Dothraki readied their horses.

"3 months to get there, 3 to get back." Thomas grunted as he tightened the straps on his horse. "Give me 7 months and I will return."

"What should we do if the city falls?" Grey worm asked.

"Should the city be on the brink of falling and you can do nothing more, run. Take all the unsullied and Second sons and run. Make your way to old Valyria and meet up with me." Thomas instructed.

"What about our Queen?" Missandei asked.

"If she hasn't returned by then she will most likely be dead. If you find information on where she is then go to her." Thomas finished preparations and turned to them. "Hopefully it won't come to that." He embraced Missandei and then clasped Grey Worms's hand. "Take care you two, and watch out for one another."

"Be safe Thomas. Our Queen needs you." Missandei kissed his cheek and stepped back.

"You are strong Warrior. Stay vigilante." Grey Worm stepped back as well.

Thomas nodded to them both before mounting his horse and turned to the ready Dothraki. "Krollo, Zorno, take the rear. Kovarro, Ahko, left and right side. Ponno, up front with me. We are moving out!"

Up in the Pyramid Tyrion and Varys watched as the small procession made their way west, towards their death or victory.

So, my extremely long absence. Honestly no excuses other than I just haven't had any energy to write or do anything really. I am sorry but once season 6 is out of the way I can actually put out chapters every week. Until the end of season 7. All of season 7 chapters are done. If any of you have ocs you want in please send them in. Now they won't be main characters but I could use them in season 6. So send them in. No more Dothraki names though. Thank you all for your continued support an thank you Wolfking0811 for the Dothraki riders.