6 Months Ago
Valyrian Peninsula
Tyrion woke with a groan, realizing he and Jorah were currently in a boat, somewhere in Essos.
"Don't worry. I'll be fine. Nothing broken, I don't think. Where are we now? Not the Rhoyne." Tyrion began, but Jorah remained silent and looked on. "Long, sullen silences and an occasional punch in the face. The Mormont way. Let's start over. I apologize for before. My mouth sometimes runs away from me. This doesn't have to be an unpleasant trip. We're going to be spending a lot of time together on the way to Meereen."
Jorah nodded. "We are."
"What would make our time together truly enjoyable would be some wine." Tyrion explained with honesty.
Jorah shook his head. "No wine."
"I am a person who drinks. People who drink need to keep drinking. Otherwise, they're not…" Tyrion trailed off noticing Jorah standing up in the boat looking into the distance, making him turn around, seeing the large batch of fog ahead.
"I know where we are." He said in disbelief. "You're taking us through Valyria."
"I am."
He turned back to Jorah. "Have you sailed this route before?"
Jorah shook his head. "No."
Tyrion scoffed in disbelief. "You're going to bring Daenerys a souvenir from her ancestral homeland in case I'm not enough?"
"I think you'll be plenty." He sighed.
"You know what they say." Tyrion began looking on at the fog up ahead. "The Doom still rules Valyria. What about the demons and the flames? Aren't you afraid of the Doom?"
"No." Jorah confirmed. "But the pirates are."
"Oh." Was all he could muster.
Hours had passed as they entered The Smoking Sea, and all was silent, making Tyrion decide to stir up the conversation.
"What will occur if Daenerys doesn't accept me as a present?" Tyrion mused. "What if me being her gift isn't good enough for her?"
"She will accept you." Jorah sighed.
"Worst comes to worst, I return to Westeros, and find her elder sister, Visenya." Tyrion began catching the man's attention. "After all, Daenerys may be The Mother of Dragons...but Visenya is The Queen of Dragons. And the Queen is not only as beautiful as her mother once was...but her wisdom and intelligence is similar to that of her ancestor Jaehaerys the First."
Jorah shook his head in disbelief. "Visenya Targaryen is dead. I sent a raven addressed to Ned Stark years ago, saying that she was now the Princess of Dragonstone...but never heard back. I assumed she was dead."
"Oh but she is quite in fact alive." Tyrion explained. "And doing rather well I might add. Ned Stark trained her to become the best archer in the North...and she now has two grown dragons. One potentially larger than Daenerys's...as it is ridable..."
Jorah fell silent, not believing the words coming out of the smaller man's mouth. Daenerys's elder sister, alive, with two dragons.
"Perhaps if Daenerys doesn't accept me, I can send a raven to her elder sister to see if she can talk some sense into her." Tyrion continued. "The people of King's Landing loved her. The North loved her. They found so many names for her. The Angel of The North, The Rarest of Them All, The Northern Dragoness, The Last Targaryen...though that last one should be changed, since she is not the last Targaryen."
"What is she like?" Jorah asked after a period of silence.
"Remarkable. She's kind, intelligent, cares for the small folk of King's Landing...she stood up for me during my trial...they love her. She's wise, and carries herself much like a royal...she's everything that The Mad King wasn't." Tyrion explained before smirking.
Jorah frowned in confusion. "What?"
"Unlike Daenerys...you cannot fall in love with Visenya." He explained. "My elder brother is rather fond of her."
"The Kingslayer?" Jorah asked in disbelief.
"Ironic, I know." Tyrion sighed. "But if anyone lays a hand on her...Jaime would strike them down faster than they could see him coming...and in return...Visenya would burn them in an instant with her dragons...the gold one especially."
Just as Jorah was about to reply, he noticed something flying in the sky. A dragon...but not one of Daenerys's...this one was sapphire blue.
"That's not one of Daenerys's dragons." Jorah began. "None of her dragons are sapphire."
Tyrion frowned, standing up to get a better look at the dragon, realizing who's dragon it was.
"Aegonar." He murmured in disbelief.
"What?" Jorah asked in confusion.
"That dragon is Aegonar...Visenya named it after her nephew, Aegon." Tyrion explained. "I wonder what it's doing out here."
Just before the dragon flew out of sight, both of the them noticed how the sapphire dragon flew over the stone bridge that was just ahead of them, landed on it, and erupted dragonfire onto various statues that were on the bridge. As they floated closer to the bridge, that's when both men realized, that the dragon was burning men alive.
"Stone men." Jorah spoke quietly. "If they touch you, they could give you Greyscale."
"Perhaps it was an ambush?" Tyrion questioned, hearing the screams of the men as they were burned alive by the beautiful sapphire dragon.
"Perhaps." Jorah said in agreement, as he watched the men fall to the ground, one-by-one, in defeat, thus signifying that they were in fact, dead.
Aegonar then let out a loud roar, before taking the the sky again, and flying out of sight, far away from where the two men were.
5 Months Ago
Meereen
As Daenerys stood on her balcony, over looking Meereen, her eyes caught something in the sky. From a distance, she knew it was too small to be a piegon, but too large to be a raven. That's when her eyes widened in shock, realizing what it was.
A dragon.
From a distance, it looked like Drogon, making her smile in happiness, knowing her chosen dragon had found it's way home. However, as the dragon flew closer, she frowned in confusion. The dragon wasn't Drogon. Drogon was not as...beautiful as this one.
The one was sapphire...like a precious jewel.
As it flew by her, she looked at it in shock...confused as to where it came from...and who it belonged to.
Present Day
6 Months After The Settlement of Ironwrath
Dragonstone
"I now understand why Arya hated needlework." Visenya sighed putting down the piece she was working on in frustration.
"Didn't my sister try to teach it to you?" Edmure asked from his seat across from her, as the two of them, Mira, and Maegor, were all sitting in The Chamber of The Painted Table...as they did everyday.
Things on Dragonstone had been...calmer in the last few months. While Mira's family had gotten control of both Ironwrath and what was left of Highpoint, the various River Lords associated with House Tully, and those not associated with House Frey, allied themselves with Visenya, pledging that if she ever needed anything, they'd be at her service. Visenya's hair had finally become the stark white hair that was known of the Targaryen line...as all of the dye had finally gotten out of it.
Pycelle had officially passed, due to old age, and a small memorial was held for the insane old man. At the request of the Blackfish, a master from Riverrun was brought to Dragonstone, and had greatly attended to the needs of the inhabitants in case anything went wrong, which Visenya was truly grateful for.
However there were two downsides of the entire situation.
Jaime and Bronn had not returned from Dorne.
And Aegonar was still missing.
Jon didn't respond to her letter...and there were rumors that someone had killed him.
Still no sign of Arya.
And Sansa...no one knew where Sansa was...and if Brienne had found her...did she die protecting her?
She didn't want her mind to be filled with such worry, thus placing herself into doing mindless activities such as needlework.
"She did...Ned wanted me to defend myself." She mused. "Catelyn wanted me to be a Lady."
"And you chose defense more so than being a Lady." Mira smiled.
"Actually, I took a liking to both." Visenya explained. "I just never had the patience for needlework."
"What is the design?" Edmure asked in curiosity.
"It's supposed to be the sigil of my house...the three-headed dragon...but looking at it now...it looks like a worm." She said with a sigh, making Edmure and Mira laugh in amusement.
Just as Mira was about to reply, Ser Gwayne entered the room.
"Princess Visenya, Lady Forrester, Lord Tully." The man began, giving a nod to each individual.
"What is it, Ser Gwayne?" Edmure asked in confusion.
"There is a ship that has entered the harbor...carrying the sigil of House Martell." He explained.
Visenya smiled standing up. "Thank you, Ser Gwayne. You are dismissed."
"Shall we go great them?" Mira asked also standing up.
Visenya nodded as she began to walk out of the room. "Yes of course. Coming Edmure?"
"Of course." Edmure frowned in confusion. "Who has arrived? The Martells?"
"Possibly...but it could also be Jaime returning with Myrcella from Sunspear." She explained before whistling to Maegor for him to follow her.
As the three of them walked out onto a balcony that over looked the harbor, they saw the ship pull closer. As they watched the individuals exit the ship, they saw Bronn, followed by Myrcella, who was alive and well, followed by a boy with dark hair that none of them recognized, and finally Jaime.
All of them were alive and well.
Ellaria got Visenya's message to her.
"Why did he go retrieve Myrcella in Dorne?" Edmure asked.
"We received something that looked like a threat." Visenya explained. "He was concerned for her wellbeing."
"I thought you wanted to burn every Baratheon alive?" Edmure mused as they watched the travelers begin to walk up the path that led to the entrance of Dragonstone.
She nodded. "I do...but Myrcella is not a Baratheon."
Edmure frowned in confusion for a few moments before his eyes widened, realizing what the girl had said.
"Do you think she is intimidated by this?" Mira asked, before gesturing to the large red and black Targaryen flags flying on the castle.
Visenya shrugged. "Perhaps, though I don't want her to be uncomfortable. I want her to be happy...and most importantly safe. It's the least I can do. The last time I saw her I was in King's Landing and she was just a girl...and now, here I see her many years later, and she has grown into a woman. But unlike her mother, she is kind, and generous...she wouldn't hurt anyone."
"She embodies that of her father?" Edmure mused.
"Yes." Visenya sighed. "I hope she didn't inherit his stupidity."
After watching the individuals walk for a few moments, the three of them headed back inside to await the arrival of their guests. Sure enough, within a matter of minutes, they entered The Chamber of The Painted Table where Visenya, Edmure, and Mira were all waiting for them.
Visenya got up from her seat and walked over to Jaime.
"I'm glad to see you alive and in one piece." She sighed as she grabbed his left hand.
"Was it that boring without me?" He asked with a small smile.
She sighed. "I received allegiance from the River Lords, I abolished a centuries long feud in Mira's family, allowing her brother to become the Lord of Ironwrath and Highpoint, and I began to take up needlework...though the latter is not as eventful as the other two."
"No...burning?" He asked, and he could tell from the expression on her face that she was keeping a secret.
"Don't worry, I negotiated first." She explained before looking to Bronn. "Was he reckless?"
"Tried to improvise...almost lost his other hand." Bronn explained.
A look of slight fear came on his face as Visenya glared at him in anger, but her look immediately softened when she laid eyes on Myrcella and the boy next to her. Visenya stepped away from Jaime and walked up to Myrcella.
"Myrcella, it is wonderful to see you." She began warmly. "I hope your travels were pleasant."
"Yes they were, thank you Princess." Myrcella smiled before turning to the boy next to her. "Allow me to introduce my promised, Tristane."
The boy nodded. "Princess."
"Please, call me Visenya." Visenya replied. "I'd like to welcome you both to Dragonstone, and I am happy to host you in my ancestral home. Mira."
Mira then stepped forward and gave a slight curtsy to Myrcella and Tristane.
"This is my personal handmaiden and one of my trusted advisors, Mira. She will attend to any needs either of you may have." Visenya explained.
"A pleasure to meet you both." Mira said warmly. "Might I give you a tour? Dragonstone is rather big."
Myrcella looked to Jaime who gave her a small nod, before Myrcella nodded to Mira, allowing for Tristane and Myrcella to follow the northern girl through the palace. Bronn and Edmure also left, knowing that both Jaime and Visenya needed to catch each other up on the events that occured. Once they were gone, Visenya turned around and started walking back to her seat.
"What did you do that was so reckless?" She questioned as she sat down in her chair.
"I didn't do anything...I tried to get Myrcella...but she didn't want to go." Jaime explained sitting across from her. "And Ellaria didn't want her to go either...but I gave her your letter."
Visenya smiled. "I'm glad one of my letters is answered."
"What do you mean?"
"I sent a letter to Jon months ago...and he hasn't returned it...and there are rumors he was killed. I am worried that they are true." She sighed. "I've been trying to busy myself...to prevent thinking about such horrors."
"I'm sorry for not writing." He sighed.
"It's alright."
"I missed you." He said giving her a small smile.
"I missed you as well." She said giving him a small smile back.
Just as he was about to reply, Ser Gwayne once again walked into the room.
"Princess." He spoke with a nod. "Welcome home, Ser Jaime."
"Thank you." Jaime nodded.
"I have a raven, addressed to you Princess...from Castle Black." Gwayne explained handing the letter to Visenya.
She gave him a nod dismissing him, graciously taking the letter. Her eyes widened as she read the message.
"What is it?" Jaime asked in confusion, noticing her facial expression.
"It's a letter...from Jon...he said he found Sansa...and they are both alive."
A/N:
Shoutout to Ian09121995 for his idea to include Tyrion and Jorah's journey through Valyria in the story.
I know I did a time skip, but I did that purposely so that it could fit more into the story...especially with the next big arc coming up. As always, let me know if you have any questions, comments, concerns, or ideas.