"The unsullied will have another objective. For decades House Lannister has been the true power in Westeros. And the seat of that power is Casterly Rock. Grey Worm and the Unsullied will sail for the Rock and take it." Tyrion explained moving a few pieces on the painted table, to indicate where their motives would take them.

Daenerys nodded in approval, before looking to Yara and Ellaria. "Do I have your support?"

Just as they were about to answer, Grey Worm pointed to the window with a frown.

"There are two dragons approaching." He said in disbelief.

Daenerys frowned, turning around towards the window, narrowing her eyes at the dragons approaching.

"Those aren't mine." She said with slight disbelief before gesturing to Missandei and Grey Worm. "Handle this."

"Of course, Your Grace." Missandei nodded, before she and Grey Worm exited the room.

Tyrion, curious to see what dragon's Daenerys was speaking about, turned around and looked out the window as well. His eyes slightly widened, before he turned around and began to walk out of the room.

"Where are you going?" Daenerys asked in confusion.

Tyrion turned around and smiled. "To ensure that the Dothraki and the Unsullied don't murder your sister...she was once my favorite Targaryen."

Outside, Visenya landed Sunspear on the bridge with Aegonar landing slightly behind her. Visenya noticed three other dragons, a green one, another golden one (though not as beautiful as Sunspear), and a black one. However, none of them compared to the size and speed of both Aegonar and Sunspear...along with their beauty.

"Umbagon rūsīr aōha lēkia.(Stay with your brother.)" Visenya commanded to Sunspear as she dismounted the golden dragon.

Sunspear let out a slight roar, as did Aegonar, making Visenya turn around to see various Dothraki and Unsullied heading toward her. She narrowed her eyes in annoyance, before they began to block her entrance. A small smile came on her face as she saw Tyrion approach her with two other 'high-looking' officials following him.

"If it isn't my second favorite Targaryen!" He began as he walked toward her.

"If it isn't my second favorite Lannister!" She replied in the same tone, shaking hands with the dwarf.

"Second favorite, I always thought that was my brother." He spoke in disbelief.

"It was...at a time." She sighed. "I see you favor my sister over myself, so I thought it'd be fitting."

He let out a slight laugh. "Fitting indeed. The last time we saw each other, you and my brother we helping me escape murder charges."

She smiled. "Quite true."

"It's been a long road, but we are both still here." Tyrion commented before gesturing to Missandei. "Missandei is the Queen's most trusted advisor."

Visenya's eyes narrowed as Missandei stepped forward.

"Welcome to Dragonstone." She began. "I assume this is your first time on the sacred island?"

"I lived here for almost a year." Visenya sighed.

Grey Worm looked to Missandei in shock, but Missandei continued. "Our queen knows this is a long journey. She appreciates the effort you have made on her behalf. If you wouldn't mind handing over your weapons."

As the Dothraki and the Unsullied started to walk towards her, Visenya slowly backed away. Not wanting them to take either Dawn or Dark Sister away from her permanently, she slowly turned around and walked back towards Sunspear, and laid them both gently on her back. Grey Worm and Missandei frowned in confusion, but Tyrion held a hand up.

"Let her be." He began.

No sooner she laid the swords on Sunspear, she walked back towards the group, and within a matter of moments, she followed Missandei, Grey Worm, Tyrion, and various Dothraki and Unsullied towards the entrance of Dragonstone. No sooner she entered the castle, she was whisked away to the throne room. While she lived on Dragonstone, she never used it...she saw no need to. She thought of it as a dark memory of her father...who sat there when he was present on Dragonstone.

As soon as she entered the throne room, her eyes widened seeing Ellaria Sand and a few of Oberyn's daughters, Theon Greyjoy, alive and well, along with a woman who was unfamiliar to her, but based upon the kraken crest on her chest plate, she assumed that it was his sister.

A strong glare came upon Visenya's face as soon as she locked eyes with Theon. She was angry at him for betraying Robb...for betraying her, but no sooner she walked further into the room, she laid eyes on a woman sitting on the throne.

Daenerys.

Her sister.

Her younger sister.

One of the last Targaryens.

All Visenya wanted to do was run to her sister, and hold her tight. For too long they had been separated. At opposite ends of the world...finally, they were together. She wanted to break down in tears of joy, seeing that she was alive and unharmed...but all that changed when Missandei started to speak.

"You stand in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, rightful heir to the Iron Throne." Missandei began.

Visenya frowned in confusion...not understanding what Daenerys's claim was...considering she was older than her younger sister.

"Rightful Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the Mother of Dragons, the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea." Missandei continued as Visenya tried her hardest not to fall asleep with all of the titles the woman was announcing. "The Unburnt, The Breaker of Chains."

Visenya let out a small sigh of relief once Missandei stopped talking, internally thanking the Gods, old and new, for the ending of all of her sister's titles.

'Was that even necessary?' Visenya questioned to herself as she looked upon the throne.

Thinking to not speak of her own titles, which could not only anger her sister and cause a Second Dance of The Dragons, but to also save time.

Visenya took a deep breath. "Visenya, of House Targaryen.The Queen of Dragons, and Queen of the North. I stand here as an emissary on behalf of Jon Snow, King in The North."

Daenerys nodded. "Thank you for traveling so far, My Lady. I hope the winds weren't too rough."

Visenya frowned. Was her sister hard of hearing?

"The winds were fine." Visenya frowned. "But I am not a lady...I was declared a Queen.Queen of the North."

"Forgive me, my dear sister. I never did receive a formal education, but I could have sworn the last King in the North was Torren Stark who bent the knee to our ancestor Aegon Targaryen in exchange for his life and the lives of the northmen. Torren Stark swore fealty to House Targaryen in perpetuity. But do I have my facts wrong?" Daenerys hit back making Visenya raise an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Your Facts are not wrong, but inaccurate. The last King in the North was my brother Robb Stark. He didn't bend the knee to anyone, but he was killed by the Freys in the Red wedding in violation of Guest Rights. I burned their leader, Walder Frey to the ground in return for the affront. Good riddance for that". Visenya spoke calmly, not allowing for her anger to get the best of her.

Daenerys sighed. "You're right. I was freeing thousands of slaves across Essos while your former king and four others were fighting over Westeros, but still an oath is an oath. In perpetuity means—what does perpetuity mean, Lord Tyrion?"

"Forever." Tyrion spoke, looking to Daenerys slightly.

"Forever." She repeated with a mocking smile. "So, I assume, My Lady, that you're here to bend the knee on your Lord's behalf?"

So this was how her sister wanted it to go.

She could play that game.

She knew that game all too well.

She could play this game all day long...and she could still come out on top.

"I know what perpetuity means, thank you. I did not need to be re-educated about that, and to answer your question, I am not. House Stark and the North have been through quite a bit, yet were still kind enough to hide me from Robert's vengeance and for this I say they deserved their freedom." She sent a strong glare towards Theon, who looked down at his feet in shame for what he did to Robb and the Starks. "I will not betray them for all they've done for me."

Daenerys sighed. "Well, that is unfortunate. You've travelled all this way to break faith with our House on their behalf?"

Visenya looked at her sister in disbelief, having difficulty believing that her sister is almost angered by her showing up.

"Faith? What faith?" Visenya asked in disbelief and annoyance. "Our Father had Brandon Stark imprisoned for asking questions regarding our brother's supposed abduction of his sister, Lyanna. He tricked Rickard Stark into coming to King's Landing to ransom his son, only to have him arrested on charges of imaginary treason. Our father burned him alive, and allowed for his son to strangle himself to death trying to reach for a sword that would save them both, all the while our father laughed at it. Like they are putting on a performance. I don't think there is any faith to be broken with our House. Our Father saw to it by breaking it himself years ago."

Daenerys let out a sigh, before looking down at her feet. "Our father was an evil man, on behalf of House Targaryen I ask the North for forgiveness for the crimes he committed against them, and I ask them not to judge a daughter by the sins of her father."

"My presence standing alive and well, along with Lord Eddard Stark's resignation of being Hand to Robert Baratheon in protest against sending assassins your way is clear proof that the North doesn't even need to be told that, Daenerys." Visenya began, trying to reason with her sister, knowing in the back of her mind, it seemed like it wouldn't work.

"But House Stark has been our allies for centuries." Daenerys countered. "Those were the best centuries the kingdom's ever known. Centuries of peace and prosperity with the Targaryen sitting on the Iron Throne and a Stark serving as Warden of the North."

Visenya, balling her hands into fists at the stupidity coming from her sister, looked at her in disbelief.

"If this is your way of making our long-awaited union more pleasant, you're not really good at it because it's going the opposite way and I'm not laughing." She practically snapped in anger. "Peace and prosperity? Were the Gods drunk when they flipped your fucking coin!? You said you received no formal education, clearly the evidence is certain because there has been very little peace and prosperity in Westeros due to the Iron Throne and our House. All our ancestors did was rage war in the centuries after Aegon, Your Grace." Visenya sneered.

Daenerys, lifted her head in defiance, as she watched her older sister, try and dig into her.

"There has been at least one war every thirty years thanks to our House." Visenya continued. "Maegor the Cruel, The Dance of Dragons, The Blackfyre rebellion, the War of the Ninepenny Kings, Robert's Rebellion, every elder living has at least lived and suffered through two wars in their lifetime because of our family."

Daenerys turned to Tyrion, hoping he would come and combat Visenya and her lies, but Tyrion didn't even look at her. Deep in his mind, he knew the words coming out of Visenya's mouth were true...as did everyone else present.

"I will not be like them. Unlike our father and our ancestors, I do not want war. As the last Targaryens, we will see to it that the future the people of Westeros will know of our family by a different history than of the past. Have House Stark honor the pledge that their ancestors made to our House. Have Jon Snow bend the knee. I will name him Warden of the North, and the three of us will save this country from those who would destroy it." Daenerys began, trying to reason with her sister, noticing how strong of a combatant she was.

Visenya shook her head. "That is not why I've come here."

"Then why are you here?"

"Because there are far greater things at risk than that chair in King's Landing. And we might need your help as well."

Daenerys was silent for a moment before standing from the throne, and beginning to walk toward her sister.

"I was born at Dragonstone. Not that I can remember it." She began as she walked down the stairs. "We fled before Robert's assassins could find us. Robert was Lord Eddard Stark's best friend, no? I wonder if he knew his best friend sent assassins to murder a baby girl in her crib. Not that it matters now of course. I spent my life in foreign lands. So many men have tried to kill me. I don't remember all of their names. I have been sold like a brood mare. I have been chained and betrayed, raped and defiled. Do you know what kept me standing through all those years in exile? Faith. Not in any gods. Not in myths and legends. In myself. In Daenerys Targaryen. The world hadn't seen a dragon in centuries until my children were born. The Dothraki hadn't crossed the sea. Any sea. They did for me. I was born to rule the Seven Kingdoms. And I her speech and all which ends with "I was born to rule the Seven Kingdoms and I will."

Yara, who was silent, standing towards the back of the room frowned in disbelief at Daenerys's comments. Before Visenya arrived, Daenerys promised Yara independence for the Iron Islands, and while they were in Meereen, she said other kingdoms were allowed to ask for their independence.

And she just contradicted her statement.

Visenya let out a small sigh. I understand what you must have gone through out there. I raped and defiled. Everyone else in the Seven Kingdoms has suffered as well. You're no different than any of us. You will not keep the Iron Throne for long once every man, woman, and child in the North have blue eyes."

Daenerys frowned. "Blue eyes?"

"The stories of the White Walkers are real, and they have returned. The reason why Jon Snow allowed the Free Folk to pass the Wall is to save them from joining The Army of The Dead. Any Wildlings that are not South of the Wall now are probably part of The Army of The Dead now." Visenya sighed. "Tens of thousands of them according to the last sightings at Hardhome which is, according to him, was the last known Wildling settlement north of the Wall."

She let out a small sigh before continuing.

"And soon they will cross the Wall. The Night's Watch is certainly undermanned and will not be able to stop them. When they get past them, it's going to be leagues upon leagues of killing sprees till it reaches the Neck. Anybody they cut down will come back and join their ranks. So by the time it reaches the Neck, you'll be dealing with an army of over a million undead people. And even by the time the Throne is yours your army would have suffered losses and will not have the numbers to fight them off. You might as well fly back to Meereen."

Before continuing, she looked to Ellaria Sand and The Sand Snakes. "Dorne might as well build back its Ten thousand ships and sail back to wherever Nymeria first set out from."

Obara and Tyene, who were present in the throne room looked at Nymeria in confusion...not understanding the reference theQueen of Dragons dropped. Nymeria shrugged in confusion.

Visenya then looked to Yara and Theon. "With nothing to raid or reave from the shores once Westeros becomes a frozen waste infested with walking corpses and assuming the dead don't learn to walk under the sea to the Iron Islands, how long and how fast can your ships make the journey around Dorne and across the Narrow Sea to Essos and back the same way carrying food and firewood to feed your people? The Iron Borns will starve at this rate.What is Dead May Never Die will might as well be their words because those Ice Freaks are very dead and are very stubborn at dying."

Daenerys sighed at her sister's words. "Our ancestor Aegon, conquered all the Seven Kingdoms with just three Dragons, and you already have two."

Ellaria, Nymeria, Tyene, and Nymeria all looked to Daenerys in disbelief at the words that had come out of her mouth...knowing that Dorne was not conquered by Aegon the Conqueror.

"That was because he was against the living. Burn a few hundred of them and fear does the rest in making the remaining thousands stop fighting. The Dead doesn't feel fear. They'll just keep fighting until they all burn. Even if I had five Dragons, they can only breathe so much fire before they have to stop and rest and recuperate." Visenya explained. "All the while the dead cut down whatever armies that get in their way, and the weapons we use will be useless as stabbing and cutting them will have no effect on the dead and they shatter like glass the moment they touch a White Walker's skin. All the while they replenish their losses by raising all those they cut down with their magic. Their numbers will be growing faster than my dragons can burn them down for fucks sakes."

"Then why should we help you when we'll just replenish their numbers?" Daenerys asked.

"There are two other things that can kill White Walkers besides fire. One is Valyrian Steel, which Jon Snow discovered when he killed one of them with Longclaw." Visenya explained, gathering Ser Jorah Mormont, who also stood towards the back of the throne room, attention, not believing that Jon Snow had his ancestral sword. "But we don't have enough and we don't even know how to make more of them. The other is Dragonglass which a brother of the Night's Watch discovered by stabbing one of them in the back with a Dragonglass dagger. There is plenty of them in a cave under Dragonstone, which I know is true from when I lived here over a year ago. It is the reason why I came all this way here to gain access to them, to mine them, and to ship them to the North with your fleet so that our armies can kill them with it. Given the numbers we could only muster, we could use your fighting men as well."

"The war against my sister has already begun." Tyrion began, interjecting into the showdown between the two sisters. "You can't expect us to halt hostilities and join you in fighting whatever Jon saw beyond the Wall. Have your King swear his allegiance to Queen Daenerys, help her to defeat my sister, and together our armies will protect the North."

Anger and fury filled into Visenya's eyes as she looked to Tyrion. Tyrion gulped in slight fear, knowing how Visenya could be. Visenya turned back to her sister, anger and fury still in her eyes.

"There is no time for this." She began. "Half the North will be gone by the time you win the Throne and with it the whole of Westeros. How many fighting men will you have left once you have the Throne? How many fighting men in the rest of the South that opposed you will there be left, and how many of those will be willing to fight alongside you after you burned and killed many of theirs not too long ago? Time is not on our side!"

"It takes no time to bend the knee." Tyrion challenged. "Pledge your sword and his sword to her cause."

Visenya started to laugh at the consecutive blindness being exhibited by every single individual within the room. "What makes you think I would do that? What makes you think they would listen to me when I do that? I didn't mean to come here to be your enemy. We just met and I barely know you, even though we are sisters. As far as I can see, your blind claim to the Iron Throne rests entirely on our father's name regardless of who's older. And I'm not even truly next in line to the Throne."

Daenerys and everyone else in the room all frowned in confusion at the comment Visenya made.

"Unlike you I didn't ask to be a Queen." Visenya continued. "I never even used that word or the Iron Throne at all when I was calling for their help in fighting the Boltons. Those that refused to help me. I left and went ahead to try and free the North with what I had. All I did was freed them from Ramsay, told them that I will stand and defend them and they just dropped the title Queen and King on our heads because we were going to help them fight the White Walkers. They made me a Queen for my deeds, not what's in my blood. They look to me and Jon to save them and I will do so with the best of my abilities. I will not just turn my back on them for my family, whom I barely know, who have yet to do anything for them. They'll just pick another Queen if I do so. I'm not just doing it for the North, I'm doing it for the whole realm. I don't give a shit of who is on the Iron Throne. That chair can't kill White Walkers. Its swords aren't Valyrian steel, it's useless!"

"The Iron Throne is a symbol of our family's power!" Daenerys countered with slight anger. "You are questioning our family's power? My power?"

Visenya huffed in amusement before crossing her arms. "You call yourself the Breaker of Chains...The Bringer of Chains is a more accurate title, considering all you want is that fucking chair. The only difference in this situation is that the Iron Throne is the chain, and whomever sits on it becomes the slaver to the rest of the realm."

Daenerys, now angry at her sister, narrowed her eyes. "I will not be insulted by you, in my own home. I will not die, for some invisible army."

Visenya smirked. "Perfect, I see I'm better off fighting the dead on my own, and my dearest sister, I'm glad we finally can have a mutual agreement on something."

Visenya then turned on her heel and began to walk out of the throne room, making Daenerys's anger rise even more.

"I did not say you could leave." Daenerys called after her sister.

Visenya snapped her head around, gesturing to the castle they were in. "Is this not my home as well? I was born here, just like you...I lived here for a year before you did. I have a right to this place, just as much as you do."

"Do you want to Dance the Dragons?" Daenerys challenged.

Visenya's smirk grew. "All I want is to get away from here, and do something good for the realm."

Not verbally or physically stopping her, Visenya walked out of Dragonstone, with her head held high. Olenna was right, Daenerys was stubborn. More stubborn than herself. As she started to get closer to Sunspear and Aegonar, who were awaiting for her arrival, she heard Tyrion's voice call for her.

"Visenya!" He called, making Visenya stop in her tracks and turn around to see both Tyrion and Jorah walking toward her.

"What is it?" She sighed. "I have to head North."

"We understand, Your Grace." Jorah explained. "And our apologies for keeping you, but Her Grace has changed her mind, allowing for you to mine for Dragonglass. It will be sent North with Theon Greyjoy escorting it himself."

"And the rest of the Greyjoy's fleet?" Visenya questioned.

Tyrion and Jorah looked to each other before they both sighed.

"Yara Greyjoy is to stay with The Queen." Tyrion explained. "She is in need of her fleet to sack King's Landing."

Visenya, disappointed by her sister's decision gave both men a small nod before turning on her heel, heading toward Sunspear.

"Visenya." Tyrion called making her turn her head around. "How is Sansa?"

A small smile came on her face. "She's good...intelligent and stronger than ever."

She noticed a small smile come onto his face, knowing that the poor girl was finally alright for once.

"And my brother?" He questioned.

Her smile grew, and in that moment, she debated on telling him that she technically was now his sister-by-law, and that he'd be an uncle again, but not knowing if he'd tell her sister, she kept it to herself.

"He's good." Was all she spoke to the man, before mounting Sunspear, sheathing bothDawnandDark Sister, before taking off, heading to the North.

"You're right." Jorah began. "She's remarkable...incredible wise and intelligent."

"That she is." Tyrion sighed.

But little did they and Daenerys know, that just from being in the presence of Visenya, was the deciding factor to not pledge their loyalty to the Mother of Dragons, but rather begin to decide and seek to pledge their loyalty to The Queen of Dragons.

A/N:

The long awaited meeting at last.

Shoutout to Ian09121995 and Martin Gui for their help with this chapter.

Let me know if you have any questions, comments, concerns, or ideas.