AN-1: Hello all and I am back with another chapter where Caster prepares to head out to find Daenerys but also learns some bad news. To answers reviews Mr E Guest and Just Guest I won't need any OC characters for this story. As for Joffrey he'll won't be mentioned much and chapters will focus on Caster's group until they return to Westeros but Cersei will try something concern a certain Golden Company. I also will be messing with timelines and I'll be honest I haven't read the books and stopped the show after season 4 so forgive me if things are not perfect. Thank you for support and lets continue on.
"Speaking"
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Chapter V
The transition of power within the second sons wasn't as smooth as caster and daario had initially hoped. Over the next few months, face numerous challenges as they work to solidify their control over the mercenary company. Caster finds daario poring over a stack of parchments in his tent one evening about five months into their new leadership. The sellsword looks up as caster enter with a wry smile on his face, "Storm.. Come to share in the joys of leadership" daario greets his commander.
"I see the paperwork is as thrilling as ever.. How are the men settling in" caster says with a chuckle, taking a seat across from daario.
"Some are still... Resistant to change than others.. Old habits die hard it seems" daario says with a sigh, rubbing his temples.
"We knew it wouldn't be easy.. Change never is.. But we're making progress aren't we" caster reminds him as the end goal was to get the second sons under their complete control.
"Slowly but surely.. The command structure is pretty secure.. I have lieutenants loyal to us with me as Captain and you Commander.. Though I'm curious you aren't like most Westerosi" daario agrees and leans back in his chair, studying caster with curious eyes.
"Is that a compliment or a criticism" caster asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Both perhaps.. But I must admit.. Your connections that have grown in Tyrosh have been invaluable.. How did you manage to get the Archon's ear so quickly" daario replies with a grin.
"Let's just say I have a way with words... And a few well-placed gifts didn't hurt either" caster says with lips curving into a faint smile. Caster and daario work tirelessly to reshape the second sons as time passes, implementing new training regimens, reorganized the company's structure by adding some skilled female warriors and sought out more lucrative contracts. As they approach the seven-month mark of their leadership, the changes in the second sons were becoming more apparent. The company is more disciplined, better organized and had begun to attract higher-profile contracts. One night as the moon hangs high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the camp. Caster calls daario and his new lieutenants to his tent. The air is thick with anticipation as they gather around the large table, maps and scrolls scattered across its surface.
"What's this about Storm.. Another contract" daario asks, the first to arrive and his curiosity evident in his voice.
"Something far more interesting my friend.. Take a seat.. We'll wait for the others" caster says, shaking his head and pouring them some wine. The lieutenants file in one by one, first there is Akhar, a former pit fighter from Meereen with scars crisscrossing his dark skin. Next comes Lysara, a lithe woman from Lys with a deadly aim and an even deadlier smile. Finally is Joraq, a Dothraki who left his khalasar in search of greater glory.
"I've called you here tonight because I have a new goal for the Second Sons.. One that could change everything" caster says, as they all take a seat and his blue eyes gleam with purpose.
"Go on Storm.. You have our attention" daario says with a raised an eyebrow. Caster's fingers traces a path across one of the maps spread before them, "We're going to find a Dothraki horde.. Specifically the one led by Khal Drogo" he said, his voice low but filled with determination.
"Khal Drogo?!.. He leads the largest khalasar in the Dothraki Sea.. Why would we seek him out" joraq says, breaking the silence that followed caster's word with his voice a mix of awe and disbelief.
"More importantly.. What do we hope to gain from such a dangerous endeavor" lysara asks, leaning forward and her eyes narrowing.
"I understand your reservations.. Khal Drogo is indeed a formidable force.. But that's precisely why we need to find him" caster says, acknowledging their concerns.
"You're not just looking for a fight Storm.. There's something more to this.. The siblings you're chasing" daario says, studying caster's face.
"Indeed so" caster confirms and pulls out a scroll, unrolling it to reveal a detailed map of the Dothraki Sea. His blue eyes sweep across the faces of his lieutenants and gauging their reactions, "Before we go any further… There's something you all need to know about me.. Something that may change how you see me and perhaps even things going forward" caster said, his voice low and measured. Daario leans back in his chair with a knowing smirk playing on his lips and the others exchange curious glances.
"Daario knows this… But I am not just Caster Storm.. A sellsword and Commander of the Second Sons.. I am actually Second Prince Caster Baratheon and Second Son of King Robert Baratheon and Queen Cersei Lannister" caster says, after taking a breath. A heavy silence falls over the tent with akhar's scarred face twisting in confusion, while lysara's eyes widen in surprise but joraq merely nods as if pieces of a puzzle were finally falling into place.
"A Prince.. Why would a Prince of Westeros join a sellsword company" lysara says, her voice a mix of awe and suspicion.
"Because sometimes Princes need to do what Kings cannot.. My father sent me to Essos on a mission.. One that requires... Discretion" caster says, after downing his wine.
"And what mission is that Prince Caster" joraq says, his dark eyes intense.
"Just call me Caster Storm.. But my goal is to find the children of the Mad King Aerys Targaryen... Viserys and Daenerys Targaryen.. The last of their line" caster replies, his finger tracing a path across the map.
"Ah.. I've heard whispers about them.. But why seek them out now" daario asks, his expression thoughtful.
"Because in my father's word pose a threat to my family's rule.. There will always be those who support their claim to the Iron Throne if they are allowed to continue roaming free" caster says with his gaze hardening.
"And what do you intend to do when you find them" akhar asks, his voice gruff.
"That depends on what I find.. Viserys dies no questions on that.. But the girl Daenerys... She with Khal Drogo" caster says, choosing his words carefully.
"As his prisoner or…" joraq asks, his words trailing off.
"As his wife.. Which is why we need to find Drogo's Khalasar.. It's the key to finding Daenerys Targaryen" caster corrects, leaning back in his chair and resting his right left on his left knee.
"And what then.. Will you kill her too.. Or take her back to Westeros in chains" lysara asks while drumming her fingers on the table, her brow furrowed in thought.
"I don't know yet.. I need to see her for myself.. Assess the threat she poses.. Maybe... Maybe there's another way" caster says, shaking his head.
"Another way.. What did you have in mind" daario asks, downing some wine.
"Perhaps we can turn a potential enemy into an ally.. But first we need Khal Drogo" caster muses, holding his glass to his lips. The lieutenants exchange glances with a mix of excitement and apprehension on their faces, "Following a Dothraki horde is no easy task. They move like the wind across the Grass Sea" joraq says, being the first to speak.
"That's why I need all of you.. Your skills.. Your knowledge.. Together we can track them down" caster says, acknowledging the challenge.
"Well if nothing else.. It'll be one hell of an adventure" akhar says, a hint of a smile on his scarred face.
"I must admit.. You've piqued my interest.. A royal mission.. A Targaryen princess and a Dothraki Khalasar... It's like something out of a song" lysara says after some wine, her eyes glinting with curiosity.
"Well then my friends.. It seems we have our work cut out for us.. Shall we start planning our hunt for the Dragon Princess and her Horselord Husband" daario says while clapping his hands together, grinning broadly.
-XxX-
The warm essosi sun filters through the thin curtains of the second son's camp, casting a soft glow on the tangled sheets. Caster lays on his back with his chest rising and falling steadily as tyene sleeps peacefully upon it. A sudden knock at the tent flap jolts caster from his slumber. He blinks while momentarily disoriented before carefully shifting tyene off his chest and onto the bed, "Enter" caster calls out softly, grabbing and slipping on his pants. Jon pokes his head through the flap with his dark curls disheveled and his eyes wide with urgency, "Caster.. I apologize for the early disturbance but a message has arrived.. From the Spider" jon whispers, glancing briefly at the still-sleeping tyene.
"Varys?!.. How did it come" caster says, his brow furrowed as he grabs a tunic.
"Through a child.. Must be one of his little birds I suspect.. The boy appeared out of nowhere.. Handed me the scroll and vanished before I could question him" jon replies, stepping fully into the tent and his voice low.
"Where is this message now" caster says, his mind already racing with possibilities.
"Here Caster" jon says and produces a small, tightly rolled parchment from his pocket. Caster reaches for the scroll as tyene stirs on the bed and her eyes flutter open, taking in the scene before her.
"Caster.. What's happening" tyene murmurs, sitting up and pulling the sheet around her.
"Nothing to worry about.. Just some early morning business.. Go back to sleep if you wish" caster says, turning to her and offering a reassuring smile. Caster unrolls the parchment with his eyes scanning the contents quickly but as he reads. A myriad of emotions flash across his face like shock, anger, hurt and finally a deep sadness that seems to settle in his eyes.
"What's wrong my lion" tyene asks, concern evident in her voice and now fully awake. Caster's jaw clenches as he crumples the parchment in his fist and takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself before turning to jon.
"Jon.. I need you to leave and gather the others to the main tent.. Quickly please" caster said, his voice tight with barely controlled emotion. Jon nods while sensing the urgency in caster's tone, "Of course.. Right away" he said, casting a worried glance between caster and tyene before ducking out of the tent. Tyene rises from the bed as soon as jon left and wrapping herself in a sheet, "Caster.. What has happened.. You look as if you've seen a ghost" she says, approaching caster cautiously and placing a gentle hand on his arm. Caster's eyes meet hers and for a moment as tyene sees a vulnerability there that he rarely shows, "My father is dead" he says, after a deep breath and his voice barely above a whisper.
"What?!" tyene says, taking the crumpled parchment from his hands and reading it herself.
"A hunting accident.. A Boar apparently.. But that's not all" caster says, his voice hollow as despite his faults in life his love for his father never wavered.
"By the Gods.. Ned Stark a traitor?!.. And Joffrey on the Iron Throne!" tyene says, her brow furrowing deeper with each line as her face is a mixture of confusion and concern.
"It seems my dear brother has wasted no time in seizing power.. But there's more isn't there" caster says, nodding grimly. Tyene nods with her eyes returning to the message, "It says... It says you should remain in Essos.. Find Daenerys Targaryen and... Build yourself an army.. What does this mean" she says and looks up at caster, searching his face.
"It means.. That the game has changed... Drastically" caster says and runs his fingers through his head, "My Father's death.. Ned Stark's supposed betrayal.. Joffrey's ascension... It's all happening too fast and too conveniently" he adds, pacing around the tent.
"And what of this advice" tyene says, moving to intercept his pacing and places her hands on his chest while forcing him to stop and look at her. Caster's blue eyes meets tyene's dark ones, "I don't know.. What should do Tyene" he admits softly, cupping the side of her face gently. Tyene leans into his touch with her mind working quickly, "I would be cautious.. His message... The Spider is known for his webs of intrigue.. But he's also known for his dedication to the realm" she said slowly but pauses, "Perhaps staying in Essos.. Is the wisest course.. We can gather more information and assess the situation from afar" she adds, after considering her words carefully.
"Ever the strategist.. You're right of course.. We need more information before we can make any decisive moves" caster says, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth despite the gravity of the situation.
"For now we keep this between us.. I'll inform the others of my father's death but the rest... We'll keep close to our chests until we know more" caster adds, his demeanor shifting as he prepares to face the others he has summoned.
"Whatever you decide my Lion.. I'm with you.. We'll face this together" tyene says, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and determination. Caster pulls her close and presses a kiss to her forehead, "Together.. Now let's get dressed.. We have a war council to convene" he says softly, before stepping back and squaring his shoulders. They get dressed and approach the main tent, where caster could hear the low murmur of voices inside. He takes a deep breath while composing himself before pushing aside the flap and entering with tyene close behind him. The tent is crowded with familiar faces and engaged in a hushed conversation that cease as soon as caster appears.
"Thank you all for coming so quickly.. I'm afraid I have grave news from Westeros" caster says after clearing his throat to draw all eyes to him, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. A hush falls over the tent as caster pauses while gathering his thoughts. Daario leans forward with his usual smirk replaced by a look of genuine interest. Caster's eyes scan the room while finally settling on his half-sister, her blue eyes meeting his with a mix of concern and curiosity.
"King Robert Baratheon has died" caster begins, his voice slightly hoarse with emotion. A collective gasp ripple through the tent with a variety of shocked looks, "What.. How" she whisper, her hand flying to her mouth in shock.
"A hunting accident or so I've told" caster says after swallowing hard, his gaze never leaving mya's face as the other murmurs.
"Well.. The plot thickens.. What else aren't you telling us Storm" daario says while leaning back in his chair, stroking his beard thoughtfully. Caster's eyes narrow slightly at daario's perceptiveness and glances at tyene, "There's more.. My brother Joffrey has ascended to the throne and Lord Eddard Stark has been branded a traitor" caster says, addressing the room at large. This revelation sent another shock wave through the assembled group.
"Lord Stark a traitor?!.. That doesn't sound right at all... He's the most honorable man in the Seven Kingdoms" jon says, his eyes flashing with concern and his face draining of color. The others in the tent turn to look at jon, their faces a mixture of sympathy and concern.
"Easy there Jon Snow.. There's got to be more to this story" ygritte says and places a comforting hand on jon's shoulder, her usual teasing manner replaced by genuine worry.
"Jon.. I share your doubts.. Something about this doesn't add up.. We need to be cautious and gather more information before jumping to conclusions" caster said gently, leaning back in his chair.
"Aye.. We need to know more.. Lord Stark would never... He couldn't…" jon says, his jaw clenching tight as he struggles to process the news.
"This reeks of Lannister scheming... No offense" obara says, glancing at caster and her eyes intense.
"None taken.. I fear you may be right" caster says, shaking his head with a sigh.
"What do we do now brother" mya says, her voice is quiet but filled with wariness. Caster looks around the tent and taking in the faces of his companions, "Now.. We plan.. And we prepare for whatever may come next" he said, his voice gaining strength.
"What's our next move then Storm" daario says after the heavy silence that filled the room, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. Caster takes a deep breath with his gaze sweeping across the faces of his companions, "We continue to move out into the Dothraki Sea.. Our goal remains to find Daenerys Targaryen" he announces, his voice firm and decisive.
"You sure.. You should return" tormund says, as murmurs of surprise ripple through the group.
"A part of me does.. However My mother and brother despise me.. Here in Essos I am safe.. There I run the risk of death" caster says, running a hand through his hair. Arthur steps forward and his brow furrowed with concern, "Are you certain this is necessary... Perhaps we should return to King's Landing instead.. Your father's death changes things.. Your presence there could make a difference" he asks, his voice low but urgent.
"I understand your concern Arthur.. But returning to King's Landing now would be walking into a viper's nest.. We don't know the full extent of what's happening there.. My brother sits on the throne and my mother..." caster said softly and grateful for his most loyal friend, "My mother would sooner see me dead than challenge Joffrey's claim" he adds, a flicker of pain crossing his features.
"But what about your uncles Caster" jon asks, his dark eyes filled with concern.
"I don't know what they'll do Jon.. That's part of the problem.. There are too many unknowns back home" caster says, his blue eyes meeting jon's and a flicker of uncertainty passing through them.
"So we're just going to... Abandon Westeros to whatever chaos is brewing.. Your brother is next in line but I doubt father's death so simple as a hunting accident" mya says, her blue eyes locked on her brother blue eyes.
"Not abandon Mya.. We're regrouping and gathering strength.. Sometimes we have to step back to see the whole picture" caster says, his expression softening.
"And what picture do you see brother" mya says, searching his face.
"Our original mission remains paramount.. We find Daenerys Targaryen and sway her to our side" caster said, his voice steady and determined.
"And if the dragon princess isn't interested in an alliance" daario says, a glint of interest in his eyes.
"Then we put her down.. And only then will I turn my focus back to Westeros" caster says, a flicker of steel entering his gaze that stops jon from speaking up.
"And what of Dorne.. Our father won't stand idly by while Lannisters rule the Seven Kingdoms" obara says and crosses her arms, her dark eyes narrowed.
"I'm sure he'll play things smart or I should hope.. For now we deal with what can" caster says, looking obara and nymeria's way.
"So we're continuing to chase a dragon girl.. Sounds like a proper adventure to me" tormund says, scratching his beard and a thoughtful look on his face.
"It won't be easy.. The Dothraki Sea is vast and unforgiving.. But we have skilled trackers and we have local knowledge" caster said, his voice cutting through the murmur of conversation.
"Oh we know the Sea alright.. And we know how to survive it.. But finding one girl in all that grassland.. That's going to take some luck" daario says with a chuckle.
"Then we make our own luck.. We gather information and we listen to rumors.. We follow every lead.. The last Targaryens won't be able to hide forever" caster replies, his voice firm.
"You may be a Second Prince Storm but you speak like a King" daario said, his eyes locked on caster.
"Maybe Daario but as a Second Son.. I must take what I can" caster replies, his voice steady.
"Indeed.. The Second Sons are survivors.. We know how to navigate the treacherous waters of both politics and the Dothraki Sea" daario says, rising from his chair.
"Aye and we Free Folk know a thing or two about surviving in harsh lands" tormund adds in agreement.
"Then it's settled.. We move out at first light spread the word through the camp... Daario I'll need you to brief me on what we can expect in the Dothraki Sea" caster says and all of them nod in agreement, as the group begin to disperse with each moving to prepare for the journey ahead.
-XxX-
Caster rides at the front of a column of horses and wagons that make up the second sons, their horses kicking up a cloud of dust as they search the grass sea for close to a month by following daario's contacts but they have yet to find them. They have encountered a few khalasar and dealt with them even gaining a few dothraki under joraq now. Caster's thoughts often drift to king's land and how things are, his brother is now king as he always crowed about. How were tommen and myrcella, has war come with ned stark imprisoned, so many things fill his thought but now his focus is finding daenerys and building strength to protect himself.
"Caster!" arthur says and shakes caster from his thoughts, "I think I see something on the horizon" he adds, riding up next to him. Caster calls for a halt as horns blare and immediately raises his spyglass to his eye as in the distance, could make out a small cloud of dust rising from the plains.
"Good eye… Daario!" caster shouts as daario rides up from behind.
"Looks too small to be Khal Drogo" daario says, looking through the spy glass.
"Then we do our usual plan then" caster says and looks to one of their men, "Get me Mya and Slyvie" he orders, both riding towards the middle of the column. A few minutes later both women ride up next to next, "I need you both to ride ahead and report back what you see" he says, his voice carrying the authority of a natural leader.
"You can count on us brother" mya said, a look of excitement crossing her features.
"Be careful out there" Caster added, his tone softening slightly and both nod. Mya and slyvie ride off into the distance, their figures growing smaller against the vast expanse of the dothraki sea.
"The rest of us will hold position here.. Keep your eyes sharp and your weapons ready.. Set up a perimeter" caster says, looking to daario and his expression calm.
"Of course Storm" daario says, before shouting orders in a mix of languages that echoed across the plains.
"Do you think it's wise to stop here.. We're quite exposed" jon asks, as caster dismounts his horse and the second sons spread out to form a defensive circle.
"It's a risk but we need to wait for Mya and Slyvie.. Besides if there are Dothraki nearby.. They've likely already spotted us.. Better to be prepared than caught on the move" caster said, understanding jon's concern.
"He's right Jon Snow.. Out here movement catches the eye quicker than stillness" ygritte chimes in, her wild red hair whipping in the wind.
"Listen to your woman Snow.. She knows these open lands better than you do" tormund says with a laugh, slapping jon on the back and the young man shoots the wildling a look. Caster moves through the slowly forming position to find daario and finds him speaking to his lysara, "Daario.. Once the perimeter is set.. I want scouts positioned at each cardinal point.. We need as much warning as possible if anyone approaches" caster calls out, shifting red dawn on his waist.
"Already on it.. I've got my best men on lookout duty" daario replies with a grin. Caster continues on and spots a few of his rangers, "Caster.. What are our plans If this is Khal Drogo's Khalasar" arthur asks, his armor glinting a little.
"That depends on what Mya and Slyvie report back. If it's the Khalasar is Drogo's looking for.. We'll need to approach carefully.. We can't afford a misstep" caster says, his blue eyes narrowed as he considers the question.
"We should have sent Joraq.. He's Dothraki" bors says with a grumble, his voice gruff but thoughtful.
"I could have but I trust Mya and Slyvie.. If it comes to it.. We'll send Joraq" caster says, his blue eyes lighting up. As the company settle into their defensive positions and a tense silence fall over the group. The vast emptiness of the dothraki sea seems to press in around them, broken only by the occasional whinny of a horse or the clank of armor. Caster finds himself scanning the horizon with tyene at his side, while searching for any sign of mya and slyvie's return.
"Riders approaching!" a lookout shouts, as the sun begins to dip lower in the sky. Caster's hand instinctively goes to the hilt of his sword as he squint into the distance but relief washes over him as he recognizes the familiar figures of mya and slyvie galloping towards them.
"Open the ranks!" caster calls out and the men part to allow the two to ride through. Mya and slyvie pull their horses to a stop with both looking windswept but alert. Caster and tyene approaches them with jon and daario close behind, "What news do you have" caster asks, his voice tight with anticipation.
"It wasn't the Khalasar we're looking for" mya said while dismounting, a hint of disappointment in her voice.
"But we didn't come back empty-handed" slyvie adds, a glimmer in her eye.
"What do you mean" caster asks, his brow furrowed.
"We managed to speak with a small group of traders on the way back.. They happened to news of Khal Drogo" mya says, lowering her voice.
"What did they say" jon says, his interest piqued.
"According to them.. Khal Drogo is heading for Lhazar" slyvie continues, drinking from a wineskin.
"Lhazar.. That's unexpected.. The Dothraki usually avoid those lands" daario says, stroking his beard thoughtfully.
"Did they say why" caster says with a nod, his mind racing.
"No specifics but there were whispers of something unusual.. The traders seemed... Uneasy" mya says, drinking cup of water.
"Uneasy how" jon presses, his brow furrowing with concern.
"They wouldn't say much but one of them mentioned something about The Dragon's Bride" slyvie says, biting her lip a little. Caster and daario exchange a significant look with daario's usual cocky smirk being replaced by a more serious expression as he leans in closer to caster.
"We have finally a credible lead" daario whispers, his eyes darting back to the scene unfolding before them.
"Indeed.. If Khal Drogo is indeed heading to Lhazar with Daenerys Targaryen.. We need to move quickly" caster says finally, his mind working through the implications.
"What's the plan brother" mya asks, her hand resting on the pommel of her sword.
"We ride for Lhazar in the morning.. But we'll need to be careful.. The Lhazareen are peaceful people from I've read and the arrival of a Dothraki horde will not bode well for them" caster says, looking around at the expectant faces of his companions.
"Shouldn't we head out now" tyene says, looking into caster's blue eyes.
"No need.. We'll rest for the night and set out at first light.. The journey to Lhazar won't be easy but if we push too hard.. We won't rested in case we intercept Khal Drogo before he reaches the Lhazareen settlements" caster replies, before drinking from his wineskin given to him by tyene. The group disperse to prepare for the journey ahead as mya approaches caster, "You know.. Father would be proud of you.. Leading men and protecting the innocent" she said softly.
"And daughters.. He'd be proud of you too sister" caster adds, placing a hand on mya's shoulder. The sun sets over the dothraki sea as caster enters his tent with tyene already them and sitting on a blanket next to his bedroll. The soft glow of candlelight flickers across the canvas walls as it casts dancing shadows around the space.
"We're one step closer" tyene remarks, her voice soft but tinged with amusement. Caster nods while removing his coat and letting out a long breath as he sinks down onto his bedroll, "That's putting it mildly" he replies, running a hand through his dark hair. His gaze drifts to the satchel resting at the foot of his bedroll. He reaches for it with careful movements, feeling the weight of the object inside and slowly runs his fingers on its its scaled surface. The egg gleam in the candlelight from the satchel, its iridescent scales shimmering with hues of deep green and gold.
"I wonder if this will hatch" caster muses aloud, his blue eyes fixed on the egg with a mix of curiosity and wonder evident in his gaze.
"Perhaps it will my lion" tyene says, moving closer to him and running her slender fingers over the contours of the egg. She then reaches out with her slender fingers tracing the contours of his face in a feather-light touch.
"Who am I" tyene asks softly with a coy smile on her face.
"The most beautiful woman in the world" caster says, captivated by her beauty and the warmth of her touch. A smirk plays at the corners of tyene's lips with her eyes never leaving his, "And I am bad pussy too" she purrs, leaning in close. Her breath is warm against his skin as she gently nips at his earlobe, sending a shiver down his spine.
"Indeed you are but I'd prefer you as my lady wife" caster says, his eyes softening and a mix of affection and determination in his voice. Tyene's playful demeanor falters for a moment and replaced by a flash of vulnerability, "You know that will not happen my lion.. I am a bastard" she whispers, resting her head on his chest. The young baratheon prince feels his heart clench at the pain in her voice. He gently takes her hand in his, bringing it to his mouth to place a tender kiss on her palm with the gesture both reverent and reassuring.
"Your Uncle is a fool" caster declares and his is voice low but filled with conviction, "Bastard or not.. You are worth more than any highborn lady I've ever met" he adds, cupping her face with his free hand and tilting it up so their eyes met. Tyene's eyes glisten with unshed tears and touched by his words, "You truly mean that don't you" she asks, her voice tinged with a mixture of hope and disbelief.
"Every word.. In my eyes.. You are no less worthy of respect and love than anyone else.. And if others can't see that.. Then they're the ones who are blind" caster affirms, his thumb gently caressing her cheekbone. A soft smile graced tyene's lips and the vulnerability in her eyes slowly giving way to a renewed spark of mischief, "My.. My.. Who would have thought the young lion had such a silver tongue" she teases, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. Caster chuckles while pulling her closer, "Only for you my desert rose.. Only for you" he murmurs, his lips brushing against her forehead. As they sit there, wrapped in each other's embrace as the world around them seems to fade away. For a moment, there were no politics, no wars, no expectations and just two young hearts finding solace in each other's arms.
-XxX-
The journey to lhazar proves arduous and takes several days of hard riding across the unforgiving landscape but as they approach the borders of the peaceful land, signs of dothraki devastation become increasingly apparent.
"Seven Hells.. We're too late for these poor souls" jon mutter as they ride past another ransacked village.
"We may be too late for some but not for all.. We can still make a difference" caster says, his eye narrowing at the sight of the destruction. They press on but soon encounter a group of dothraki stragglers, no doubt left behind to plunder what remains of the villages. The ensuing skirmish is brief but fierce with caster and his company emerging victorious. Caster gathers his closest allies in aftermath of the battle, "We need to move faster.. I have a plan but it's risky" he declares, his blue eyes burning with determination.
"When are your plans not risky brother" mya teases, though her expression remained serious.
"The plan is fairly simple.. Daario.. Tyene.. Slyvie.. Tormund.. Mya and Joraq will ride ahead with me.. We'll try to locate Khal Drogo and his Khalasar directly" caster says after allowing himself a small smile.
"Just the seven of us.. Against an entire Dothraki horde.. I like those odds!" tormund asks, his bushy eyebrows raised.
"A bold plan indeed.. But if anyone can pull it off it's you Storm" daario says with a glint in his eye and twirling a dagger.
"We'll need to be careful.. One wrong move and we could end up decorating the Khal's tent" tyene says, her dark eyes sharp.
"What about the rest of us" jon asks, his hand resting on sword's pommel.
"Jon.. I have an equally important task for you and the others... Arthur.. You and Daario's lieutenants will lead the remaining Second Sons" caster says, turning to jon with his blue eyes reflecting the seriousness of the situation.
"What would you have us do.. Harassment attacks" arthur asks, knowing his commander well enough.
"Indeed.. Keep them off balance.. Strike at their flanks and slow their advance.. We need to buy time for the Lhazareen to evacuate their villages" caster says, his voice form as he lays things out.
"Harass the Dothraki.. That's no small feat Caster.. They're formidable warriors on horseback" jon says with his brow furrowed.
"Aye but so are we.. And we have the advantage of surprise and strategy" caster says with a small nod.
"My lieutenants are skilled.. They can lead hit-and-run attacks that will keep the Dothraki guessing" daario says with his dagger catching the light.
"Exactly.. We don't need to defeat them outright.. We just need to slow them down and create chaos in their ranks" caster says in agreement with daario.
"I know a thing or two about harassing larger forces.. I could help with the planning" ygritte says, who has been listening intently.
"Are you sure.. It'll be dangerous" jon says, looking at her with a mix of pride and concern in his eyes.
"Everything we do is dangerous Jon Snow" ygritte says, rolling her eyes.
"Your expertise will be invaluable Ygritte.. Work with Arthur and Daario's lieutenants to develop a strategy" caster says, nodding appreciatively. The larger group begin to discuss their plans as the smaller group head to their horse to head out ahead.
"We'll head east.. That's the direction the Dothraki seem to be moving" caster says, his blue eyes scanning the horizon.
"I hope you're ready for some excitement Storm" daario says with a cocky grin on his face.
"Bah!.. I look forward to the challenge!" tormund says, letting out a hearty laugh. Tyene's dark eyes glint with a mix of excitement and caution, "My lion will do what he does best" she purrs, a sly smile playing on her lips. Caster and company mount his horse with his smaller group falling in line behind him as they take off in a light gallop.
"Joraq… Tell me what do you know of Khal Drogo.. I've heard tales but I'd like to hear from someone who truly understands Dothraki culture" caster calls out, drawing the man's attention. Joraq's expression turns thoughtful as they ride side by side, "Khal Drogo is a legend among our people.. He has never been defeated in battle.. His khalasar is the largest the Dothraki have ever seen" he begins, his accent thick but his words clear and caster slowly nods with excitement building inside him. They ride on and the vast expanse of the dothraki sea stretches out before them, hiding both promise and peril.
"Whatever happens.. We face it together. For the innocent people of Lhazar" caster said, his voice carrying over the sound of hoofbeats and chorus of agreement rises from the group as they ride on. They continue to travel with the group encountering scattered groups of survivors fleeing from the dothraki horde and caster calls for a halt as they approach a small cluster of people huddled by a stream.
"Ho there!.. We mean you no harm.. We seek information about Khal Drogo and his Khalasar" caster calls out, raising his hand in a gesture of peace.
"Why do you seek the Khal.. Are you with him" an older man says, his face lined with worry and exhaustion and steps forward cautiously.
"No we're here to help.. We want to stop the Dothraki from causing more harm" mya says, shaking her head and her voice gentle.
"You... You would stand against the Khal" the man says, his eyes widening with a mix of hope and disbelief.
"With skill.. Cunning and a dash of madness my friend.. Now can you tell us what you know of Khal Drogo's movements" daario says, flashing his trademark grin.
"We heard... The Khal is gathering slaves.. Many slaves.. They say he plans to sell them for ships" the old man says, as the survivors exchange glances.
"Ships?!.. The Dothraki fear the sea.. Why would Drogo want ships" caster says with his brow furrowed.
"It's the dragon woman.. They say she dreams of crossing the poison water" a younger woman says, stepping forward and cradling a child in her arms.
"Crossing the Narrow Sea with a Dothraki horde.. Now that's a scary thought" sylvie says, concern in her hazel eyes.
"If Daenerys Targaryen truly means to invade Westeros…" tyene says, her eyes narrowed.
"Then we need to move faster… Do you know which direction they were heading" caster finishes, his voice grim and looking to the survivors.
"Toward the larger settlements.. That's where they'll find more people to enslave" the old man says, pointing eastward.
"Thank you for your help.. Is there anything we can do for you before we move on" caster says, his jaw set with determination.
"There's a village.. Not far from here.. If you could warn them…" the woman with the child says, stepping forward hesitantly.
"Consider it done… I can take Slyvie and we can warn the village while you continue on the trail" mya said firmly and looking to caster.
"Good idea.. But be careful and catch up with us as soon as you can" caster says, after considering for a moment.
"So it seems our things has become even more complicated" daario says, as mya and sylvie prepare to depart.
"If Drogo and Daenerys are truly planning to invade Westeros…" caster says, his blue eyes scanning the horizon.
"Then the fate of two continents rests in our hands" tyene finishes, her voice uncharacteristically serious. Caster nods and continue eastward to find drogo but as the sun climbing higher in the sky as they approach the large settlement after stowing their horses. They pull their hoods low over their faces and blend in with the crowd
"This brings back memories" joraq says, a mix of nostalgia and unease evident in his expression. Dothraki warriors roam the streets with their arakh blades glinting in the sunlight as they herd frightened villagers like cattle, the sound of weeping and shouting commands fills the air.
"Remember we must be careful.. If they recognize me as a deserter.. It could spell trouble for all of us" joraq says while leaning closer, his voice low and urgent. They move through the chaos and tyene's sharp eyes catch sight of something unusual, "Caster" she says, nodding towards a commotion near the center of the settlement. A young woman that looks caster's age stands defiantly against a group of dothraki warriors, her silver hair shimmers in the sunlight and even from a distance, her violet eyes blaze with force of will.
"Is that..." daario breathes out, hardly daring to believe it.
"Daenerys Targaryen… And if I'm not mistaken.. That's Jorah Mormont by her side" caster says, his voice a mix of awe and apprehension. A broad-shouldered man stands protectively near the young woman, his hand on the pommel of his sword. His weathered face bear the look of a man who has seen much in his years, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings for potential threats. Caster watches in fascination as daenerys speaks to the dothraki in their own language, her voice carrying across the square. The warriors seem taken aback by her boldness, their expressions a mixture of surprise and begrudging respect.
"What in the name of the old Gods and the new is she doing" tormund wonders aloud, his red beard quivering with curiosity.
"She seems to be stopping them… Look" tyene replies, a note of admiration in her voice. They watch the dothraki warriors slowly back away from a group of terrified villagers as daenerys continues to speak, her voice growing stronger with each word.
"We need to get close.. But carefully… Joraq.. Daario.. Can you make out what she's saying" caster says, his blue eyes scanning the chaotic scene before them. Daario and joraq strain to listen to the conversation, "The Khaleesi speaks of mercy and honor.. She tells the warriors that true strength lies not in conquering the weak but in protecting them" joraq says, his dark eyes focused on the scene before them. They edge closer to the confrontation and careful to remain hidden in the crowd but caster couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and unease.
"These people are not for enslaving.. They are under my protection.. Any man who harms them answers to Khal Drogo... And to me" daenerys says, her dothraki accented but clear.
"Look at her.. She's not just stopping them from taking slaves.. She's saving those people from a fate worse than death" daario says, his voice low and tinged with admiration.
"Rape and brutality.. It's most Dothraki way" caster says, understanding the gravity of daario's words.
"She's trying change things.. Right before our eyes" tyene says, her eyes fixed on daenerys.
"It is true.. I have never seen a Khaleesi speak this way to the warriors.. It is... Unusual" joraq says, observing the scene before him
"What do you think will happen Joraq.. Will they listen to her" caster says, curious about the former dothraki's perspective.
"It is hard to say.. Some may resist but others... They may see wisdom in her words" joraq says, his expression thoughtful.
"Khaleesi.. These are our spoils.. Why do you deny us" a young dothraki says, confusion evident on his face.
"What is your name" daenerys says while turning to him, her violet eyes softening slightly.
"Rakharo Khaleesi" the young man replies, his eyes on her.
"Rakharo.. These people are not spoils.. They are human beings.. Just like you and me.. Would you want your mother or sister treated this way" daenerys said, her voice firm but not unkind. Joraq has been, translating the exchange with his voice is low and measured but there is a hint of respect in his tone as he relays daenerys' words. Caster watches the interaction closely but notices the conflicting emotions playing across rakharo's face, "You once stood where Rakharo stands now. What's going through his mind, do you think?" caster says, looking to joraq and speaking quietly
"He is torn between what he has always known and this new idea.. It is... Unsettling.. But the Khaleesi's words have power.. They make one think" joraq says, his brow furrowed after he considers the question.
"She's got a way with words that one.. Reminds me of someone else I know" tormund says, nudging caster with a meaningful glance at the young baratheon. A commotion suddenly breaks out at the edge of the crowd as another dothraki warrior, his steps unsteady and his eyes glazed with drink, pushes his way towards daenerys and his arakh gleaming dangerously in the sunlight as he raises it high.
"Khaleesi or not.. No woman tells me what to do!" the man slurs in dothraki, his words barely coherent. Joraq tenses beside caster with his hand instinctively moving to the hilt of his own weapon, "He means to attack" joraq translates quickly, his voice tight with concern. Time seems to slow as the warrior lunges forward but jorah's reaction is lightning-fast, his hand flying to his sword and the clash of steel on steel rings out as jorah's blade meet the dothraki's arakh. Daenerys stands her ground with her chin raised defiantly as she watches the battle unfold. Her violet eyes never leave the scene, even as jorah and the drunken warrior circle each other.
"This Jorah Mormont fights well.. He understands the Dothraki style" Joraq muttered, a hint of admiration in his voice. Caster feels his heart racing as he watches the fight, his eyes darting between the combatants as he analyzes their moves. Jorah's experience and skill quickly become apparent as he parries the dothraki's wild swings with practiced ease. The drunk warrior's movements were clumsy and predictable, his inebriation working against him.
"Look.. Daenerys isn't flinching.. She's not afraid" tyene whispers, pointing subtly and caster nods with an impressed look. It is clear that this is more than just a drunken brawl but a test of her authority and she knows it. The fight continues with joraq providing a running commentary, "The drunk one is tiring quickly.. Mormont is wearing him down.. It won't be long now" he says, his voice low enough that only their small group could hear. Jorah moves with the calm precision of a seasoned warrior and with a swift move, disarms the dothraki and sending the man's arakh clattering to the ground.
"Yield!" jorah shouts, his blade tip pressing against the dothraki's throat. The warrior's eyes widen in shock and anger but he nods as the crowd murmured in awe at the swift end to the fight.
"Let this be a lesson.. I will not tolerate disobedience or threats to those under my protection" daenerys says, stepping forward as her voice rings out clear and strong.
"She's got the makings of a leader but a bit naive" daario says, impressed by her poise.
"Maybe but look there.. We might not be done yet" caster says, his eyes fixed on the scene. Joraq follows caster's gaze and tenses visibly as he recognizes the approaching figure, "That is Mago.. I've heard of him.. He is known for his cruelty and stubbornness" joraq murmurs, his voice low and tinged with concern. Mago is indeed larger and more intimidating than the first, while pushing his way through the gathered crows with his face is a mask of fury as he approaches daenerys.
"Khaleesi.. You think you can come here and change our ways" mago spits the word like a curse, his voice carrying across the square. Jorah moves to stand between mago and daenerys, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword but daenerys holds up a hand to stop him.
"This is dangerous.. Mago is a bloodrider and one of Khal Drogo's most trusted warriors.. If he challenges the Khaleesi openly like this…" joraq says, leaning closer to caster.
"I seek only to protect the innocent" daenerys replies, her chin raised defiantly and the crowd around them shift uneasily with the tension palpable.
"Protect?!.. These are our slaves and our spoils of war.. You will take them from us?!" mago says with a laugh, one that is cruel and mocking.
"They are people.. Not property" daenerys counters, her voice growing stronger with each word.
"You overstep Khaleesi.. I will not stand for this.. I will kill Khal Drogo himself if he allows this madness to continue!" mago shouts, gripping his arakh and his eyes blazing with rage. A hush falls over the crowd at mago's bold threat and caster narrows his eyes.
"I wonder how she'll handle this" tyene whispers while leaning close to him, her breath warm against his ear.
"You will do no such thing Mago.. Khal Drogo is your leader and I am his Khaleesi.. Threaten us again and it will be the last thing you do" daenerys declares, taking a step closer to mago.
"The little dragon's got fire" tormund says, letting out a low whistle. Mago's face contorts with rage but before he could respond, "What is the meaning of this?!" a booming voice declares, cutting through the tension. The crowd parted as a towering figure stride into the square with his long braid swinging behind him like a dark serpent.
"That's Khal Drogo himself" daario whispers urgently, his eyes widening in recognition. Caster's gaze fixes his gaze on the imposing dothraki leader while taking in his muscular frame and the fierce intensity in his dark eyes, "He looks strong" caster murmurs, a mix of awe and apprehension in his voice.
"Khal Drogo is not just strong but he is a legend among our people.. His presence here... It changes everything" joraq says, his voice is low and filled with a mixture of respect and unease. Caster nods to acknowledge joraq's insight and notice his posture stiffened slightly, a testament to the power drogo commanded even over those who has left a khalasar.
"What do you think he'll do" caster asks joraq, his eyes never leaving the imposing figure of the khal.
"It is hard to say.. Drogo is known for his fierceness" joraq says, his brow furrowed as he considers the question. Khal drogo's presence seems to fill the entire square with his bronzed skin gleaming in the sunlight, intricate tattoos visible on his bare chest and arms. The bells in his braid tinkle softly with each step, a stark contrast to the tense silence that has fallen over the crowd. Drogo's eyes sweep over the scene, taking in jorah with his drawn sword, mago's seething anger and finally settling on daenerys.
"This is it.. How Drogo responds could change everything" caster whispers, leaning close to companions. They watch with breath held as daenerys turns to face her husband and the contrast between them is stark. Her small but slender frame against his towering and muscular one but there is an undeniable strength in her posture, a fire in her violet eyes that seems to match drogo's own intensity. Caster exchanges a quick glance with his companions before they all begin to push their way through the crowd, inching closer to the center of the commotion.
"Great Khal Drogo!.. Your Khaleesi seeks to change our ways!.. She would have us abandon our traditions our strength!" mago shouts, his words sharp and accusatory. Caster feels the tension in the air thicken as drogo's gaze shifts between his wife and the enraged warrior, his massive frame tensing like a coiled spring ready to unleash its fury.
"She's playing a dangerous game" daario mutters, his hand instinctively moving to the hilt of his dagger.
"No she's changing the game entirely" tyene says with a sly smile playing on her lips as she watches the scene unfold.
"Will you allow this Khal?!.. Will you let a woman dictate how the Dothraki should live!.. Where is your strength.. Your power?!" mago continues, his face contorted with fury.
"Look at Drogo.. He hasn't said a word but his eyes... They're fixed on Daenerys" caster whispers to his companions, his voice low and intense. Mago's shouts grow louder and more inflammatory and caster feels the crowd around them shift with some nodding in agreement, while others look to daenerys with a mixture of fear and awe.
"This could go either way.. If Drogo sides with Mago..." daario said, his voice low and tense.
"He won't.. Look at Daenerys.. She's not backing down.. And Drogo... He respects her strength" tyene interrupts, her voice filled with certainty.
"I do not seek to weaken the Dothraki but to make them stronger.. A khalasar that protects the weak is far more powerful than one that preys upon them" daenerys declares while stepping forward, her voice ringing out clear and strong.
"Bold.. Very bold" joraq whispers, a hint of admiration in his voice.
"She has intelligence but there's a naivety to her approach" caster thought to himself as her words were bold, carrying a weight of truth that even the most stubborn warrior would find hard to ignore.
"She's walking a fine line.. Her ideals are admirable but the Dothraki aren't known for their willingness to change.. This could backfire spectacularly if she's not careful" caster murmurs to tyene, his eyes never leaving the scene before them.
"True but sometimes it takes a bit of naivety to challenge the status quo.. Look at how she's captured their attention" tyene says, her expression thoughtful.
"She's got potential.. But she'll need to learn to balance her idealism with pragmatism if she wants to succeed.. The game of thrones isn't won with good intentions alone" caster says, his brow furrowing in thought.
"Well my lion.. That's where we come in.. We'll teach her the finer points of the game" tyene says with a teasing tone, her eyes glinting with a mixture of admiration and mischief.
"You're right.. We'll teach her to play like a proper player or…" caster says and tyene brushes her fingers on his arm
"She's smart.. She'll recognize the value of our experience.. Besides.. You've got a way with words that few can resist" tyene says, her smile widening and a hint of her sand snake cunning showing through.
"My Khaleesi speaks with wisdom.. She carries my son.. The stallion who mounts the world" drogo declares suddenly, his hand coming to rest on daenerys' shoulder.
"Well.. It seems our Dragon Queen is with child... This changes things" daario murmurs, his eyes fixed on daenerys. Caster nods almost imperceptibly with his mind racing at the implications of a targaryen heir, born to the dothraki khal and that development could shift the balance of power in ways he hadn't anticipated.
"A woman's words nothing more!.. You would let this foreigner dictate our ways?!" mago snaps, his face contorted with rage.
"Watch your tongue Mago.. Find somewhere else to stick your cock if you cannot show respect" drogo says, his eyes hardening and his voice taking on a dangerous edge. Tormund lets out a low chuckle at the khal's crude rebuke and is clearly impressed by drogo's bluntness.
"You are no khal to take orders from a foreigner!.. A true khal would never bow to a woman's whims!" mago shouts, pointing his arakh at drogo's chest with his face flush red from anger and humiliation.
"You dare raise your weapon against your khal?!.. Have you forgotten who I am?!" drogo says, his eyes cold as steel. Drogo them grabs the blade and presses it against his own chest, drawing a thin line of blood without breaking eye contact with mago.
"Is this all you can do.. Your blade feels like nothing more than a fly's bite" drogo says with his lips curling into a smile as his voice low and mocking, "You question my strength.. My right to lead.. Let me show you what true strength looks like" he adds, his voice growing louder for all to hear. Drogo wrenches mago's arakh aside with a swift motion and reaches for the dagger at his hip. The blade shoots out with a sickening sound as the blade meets flesh, followed by a collective gasp from the crowd. Mago's hands instinctively flies to his throat but they couldn't stem the flow of blood that now pours from the gaping wound. Drogo stares impassively as mago stumbles backward, his eyes wide with shock and fear. The arakh slips from his grasp and clatters to the ground as he falls to his knees. The life drained from his eyes and his body slumping forward into the dust. The khal leans down to wipe his dagger clean on mago's vest before resheathing it and turns to face the crowd.
"By the Gods.. Not bad" tormund mutters, clearly impressed.
"My sun and stars" daenerys says with a calm voice, her face a mixture of concern and admiration for her husband.
"I am fine moon of my life" drogo says with his hand held up, "Listen well!.. I am Khal Drogo.. Undefeated in battle.. My Khaleesi is not weak.. She is strong.. Her words carry wisdom.. To challenge her is to challenge me… And to challenge me... Is death!" he adds, his voice booming across the square and those gathered fall silent.
"Then I challenge death!" caster declares through the square, his voice clear and confident.
To Be Continued
AN2: I'll end it here with cliffhanger as Caster courts Death. Not much else happens in this chapter other Caster gaining full control of the Second Sons and revealing who he is to his lieutenants. Next chapter picks up from here with Demon vs Khal. Now I'm debating on doing like a 0.5 chapter to show some things in Westeros because timeline wise the War of the Five Kings has kicked off. I would show mainly Stannis, Renly, Rob and Joffrey. Review and let me know otherwise I'll skip it. Thank you for your support and again Would You Kindly Review.