AN-1: Hello Everyone and welcome to the newest chapter, I would updated sooner but I had some very personal issues happe to me as I lost my Mom but I'm sure would want me to push on. Writing helps me so here I am with Caster fighting Khal Drogo. I will do the 0.5 chapter to show a few things going on in Westeros and character remarking about Caster, it'll come after this chapter. Thank you to everyone for their support and Let's Crack on.
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Chapter 6
Recap:
"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.
[Music: VALHALLA CALLING by Miracle Of Sound ft. Peyton Parrish(Loop)]
All eyes turn as caster steps forward with his movements deliberate and confident as his hand comes to rest casually on the hilt of his sword. The contrast between his regal bearing and the rough surroundings of the city is stark while drawing curious and wary glances from the assembled warriors. A ripple of murmurs spread through the gathered dothraki as they take in the sight of the young westerosi. Caster's blue eyes meets drogo's gaze unflinchingly and slight smile plays at the corners of his mouth, hinting at a challenge yet to come.
"Who are you to make such a bold claim" drogo says, his eyes narrowed and assessing this new challenger.
"My name is Caster Baratheon.. Son of King Robert Baratheon of Westeros" caster says with a faint smile and his voice carrying across the hushed crowd. A ripple of murmurs spread through the gathered dothraki as many have heard tales of the lands across the narrow sea but fewer have ever seen a westerosi noble in the flesh.
"The Usurper's son?!" daenerys says, her eyes widening at revelation and leaning closer to jorah
"Be wary Khaleesi.. They call this young man a demon in human skin" jorah whispers, his eyes never leaving caster's face. Daenerys raises an eyebrow and is intrigued by jorah's warning while studying caster more closely, taking in his confident stance and the intelligence gleaming in his eyes.
"Baratheon.. I know not this name.. Nor do I care for the titles of your land.. Here.. Strength is what matters" drogo says, his full attention on caster and the foreign name awkward on his tongue.
"Then test mine Khal Drogo" caster replies, his voice steady and unclasps his cloak to let it fall to the ground in a heap of dark fabric. Caster's hand moves to the hilt of red dawn and in one smooth movement, draws the blade from its scabbard. The sound of steel sliding against leather cuts through the tense silence of the gathering. The blade seems to absorb the harsh sunlight, its black surface gleaming with an otherworldly sheen. The unique weapon catches the eye of every warrior present with some leaning forward, squinting to get a better look at the peculiar blade.
"This is Red Dawn" caster announces, holding the sword aloft for all to see.
"Have you ever seen a sword like that" daenerys says, leaning closer to jorah.
"Never Khaleesi.. It's unlike any blade I've encountered… But.." jorah says with his eyes fixed on the peculiar weapon, "But it could be like the Legendary Targaryen Blades" he thought, as caster drives his sword into the dirt. Drogo's eyes narrow while stepping closer to caster and his unusual sword, "You think a pretty blade makes you strong" drogo says, his voice a low rumble. Caster's smile didn't falter as he meets the khal's gaze, "Pretty.. Perhaps.. But there's more to this blade than meets the eye… Do you see the tinge of red in this blade Khal Drogo.. It has drunk the blood of over a hundred men" he says, running a finger along the flat of the sword and his touch almost reverent.
"Words are wind.. Any fool can claim to be a great warrior" drogo says, his eyes on the sword.
You're right of course.. Actions speak louder than words.. So perhaps a demonstration is in order" caster says, his expression growing serious and glancing to the assembled crowd but then back to drogo.
"Now we're talking!" tormund declares from his place in the crowd. Drogo's lips curl into a predatory smile, "A demonstration.. Very well son of Baratheon.. Show us the strength of your foreign blade" he repeats, his hand moving to the hilt of his knives. The tension in the air is palpable as caster nods while pulling red dawn from the ground with a smooth motion.
"Indeed Khal.. I will show you my strength by fighting you" caster says, his voice calm but carrying a note of challenge. A hush falls over the crowd as many dothraki were showing faces of shock and indignation as daenerys gasps, her eyes widening as she looks between caster and her husband. Drogo's expression darkens with his muscular frame tensing as he steps forward, "You want challenge me?!" he said, his voice low and dangerous.
"I do.. You speak of strength Khal Drogo.. Let's see how the strength of the Dothraki measures against that of Westeros" caster says while looking over the crowd and settling back on drogo, "Unless of course the great Khal is afraid to face a 'Pretty Boy' from across the Narrow Sea" he adds, glancing to his sand snake tyene. A ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd as some of the dothraki look outraged at the implied insult, while others seem intrigued by caster's boldness. Drogo's eyes flash dangerously as he barks out a command in dothraki and one of his bloodriders quickly bringing him his arakh.
"You will regret your words son of Baratheon" drogo snarls, his voice carrying across the now-silent crowd.
"Perhaps I will Khal Drogo.. Or perhaps you'll learn that there's more to strength than size and reputation" caster says, creating space between himself and drogo.
"We shall see.. We shall see" drogo says, his lips curling into a fierce grin. The two men begin to circle each other, the crowd pressing back to give them room. Caster's blue eyes lock onto drogo's dark ones, neither man willing to break the gaze but as if responding to some unspoken signal. Both men explode into action as drogo lunges forward with frightening speed, his arakh whistling through the air and aimed at caster's neck. But caster is ready as with a fluid motion, sidesteps the sweeping blade and his red dawn flashing upward, meeting drogo's arakh with a resounding clang that echoes across the suddenly silent square as both show their strength.
"By the Gods" jorah mutters, his hand tightening on the hilt of his own sword. Drogo's eyes widen slightly with surprise flashing across his face for a brief moment before his arakh becomes a blur of motion as he rains down blows on caster.
"Look at them move.. Like two wolves circling for the kill" tormund growls, his voice thick with admiration. Both men move with predatory grace as their weapons were extensions of their bodies. Drogo's raw power is evident in every swing, each blow carrying enough force to cleave a man in two. But caster's speed, power and technique allow him to deflect or dodge each attack, his own counterstrikes testing drogo's defenses. The dothraki watch in stunned silence, many of them having never seen their khal truly challenged before. Murmurs of admiration begin to ripple through the crowd, not just for their leader but also for the foreign prince who dares to face him. Sweat begins to bead on both men's brows as they continue their deadly dance.
"He's holding his own.. I've never seen anyone match Drogo like this" daenerys whispers, her voice filled with awe.
"Aye Khaleesi.. The stories about this one might not be exaggerated after all.. I heard tales of him even before coming to Essos.. He's Robert's second son but they say he was trained by some of the greatest warriors in Westeros" jorah says, his eyes never leaving the intense battle unfolding before them.
"What kind of stories" daenerys says, her curiosity piqued despite the tension of the moment.
"They say he trained with Ser Barristan Selmy himself.. The old knight saw something special in him.. Some whisper that is truly the Son of the Demon of the Trident" jorah says, his voice lowered as if sharing a secret.
"Barristan the Bold.. The same man who served in my father's Kingsguard" daenerys says with her eyes widening, flicking back to the fight where caster continue to match drogo blow for blow and jorah nods.
"But if he's so skilled and honorable like Ser Barristan.. Why would he come here if to kill me for his father" daenerys muses, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Politics in Westeros are complicated Khaleesi.. Even the most honorable men can be bound by duty or family" jorah says, his face darkening and studying caster's movements. The clash of their blades echo across the square with a rhythmic symphony of steel on steel. It is as if two storms were colliding, each fighter a whirlwind of lethal intent. Tyene's eyes never leave the fight while slowly made her way through the crowd, edging closer to where daenerys and jorah were standing their faces a mixture of awe and concern.
"I… Never seen anyone match Drogo like this" daenerys says, her voice filled with wonder. Tyene's lips curl into a smirk as she sidles up to them, "My Lion will defeat your Khal.. And he'll take you with him" she said, her voice low but filled with confidence and a glint of challenge in their depths. Jorah's body tenses at the perceived threat while daenerys remains calm but her gaze is steady as she turns to face tyene, "Your Lion" daenerys asks, her voice betraying a hint of curiosity despite the tension of the moment.
"Caster is more than just a pretty face and a fancy sword" tyene says, her eyes never leaving the fight. Daenerys' eyes narrow while flicking between tyene and the ongoing fight, "You seem very sure of his abilities" she said carefully.
"I am.. I've seen him fight many times before.. Your Khal is strong but Caster... He's something else entirely" tyene replies, her voice filled with pride as the clash of steel grows louder.
"Khaleesi.. We should be wary.. If this Baratheon wins…" jorah says, his voice a low growl.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves Ser Jorah.. The fight is far from over" daenerys says while holding up a hand to silence him but her mind is clearly racing. They watch the two combatants seem to reach new heights of skill as drogo's face is a mask of fierce concentration, his earlier arrogance replaced by grudging respect for his opponent. The crowd around them buzz with excitement and tension as some of the dothraki were openly cheering now, impressed by the display of skill from both fighters. Tyene's eyes gleam as she watches caster fight, "You know in Westeros.. It's customary for the victor of such a duel to claim a prize.. And what greater prize than a Khaleesi" she said, her voice casual despite the gravity of her words. Daenerys' head snaps around to tyene with her violet eyes flashing in anger, "I am not a prize to be won" she said, her voice low and dangerous.
"Of course not.. But you can't deny the potential of such an alliance" tyene says, holding up her hands in a placating gesture with her smile remaining.
"What are you implying" daenerys says, her voice sharp with suspicion.
"His father sent him here.. To find you and your brother" tyene says with her smile becoming predatory, her eyes glinting from a mix of challenge and calculation. Daenerys' face pales as her eyes widening with a mixture of shock and anger, "So he is here to kill me" she whispers, her gaze darting back to the ongoing fight.
"That was the plan.. But my Lion isn't as blood-crazed as his father.. He sees potential where others see only threats" tyene said, her voice low and smooth. The clash of steel seems to grow louder as if punctuating tyene's words, their blades flashing in the sunlight.
"When my Lion wins.. You'll learn to forget about reclaiming a throne that is no longer yours" tyene continues, her eyes never leaving the fight.
"The Iron Throne is my birthright.. I won't simply forget it because some Westerosi prince tells me to" daenerys says with her jaw clenching.
"Birthright.. The right of conquest trumps birthright little dragon.. Your family lost that throne" tyene says, her laugh echoing with it being soft and mocking.
"Careful with your words.. You speak treason against our Queen" jorah says, his voice a low growl.
"Queen?!.. Queen of what.. A ragtag band of horsemen.. No your 'Queen' needs more than that if she hopes to challenge the Seven Kingdoms" tyene says, her eyes flicking dismissively over jorah. The sounds of the fight seems to fade into the background as tension builds between the three as daenerys' eyes blaze with a mix of anger and curiosity.
"And what does your 'Lion' propose" daenerys asks, her voice carefully controlled.
"That's for him to discuss with you.. When he wins" tyene says as a loud clang erupts, her eyes glinting with mischief. Daenerys is about to retort as her violet eyes flash with indignation, when a collective gasp from the crowd draws her attention back to the fight. Her eyes widened in shock as she sees a thin line of red blossoming across drogo's chest.
"No!" daenerys cries out, taking an involuntary step forward. Jorah's hand on her arm stops her from rushing into the fray, "Khaleesi wait" he cautions her, his eyes never leaving the two combatants.
"First blood to my Lion" tyene purrs, her voice low and satisfied.
"This proves nothing.. Drogo is the strongest warrior I've ever known.. He won't fall so easily!" daenerys hisses, anger and concern warring in her expression. Drogo is spurred by her words as he lets out a fierce roar, his face contorted with a mixture of pain and rage. Caster is caught off guard by the sudden onslaught and is forced to give ground as if drogo might overwhelm him with sheer strength and fury.
"See.. Your 'Lion' isn't as invincible as you think" daenerys said, a note of hope in her voice.
"Watch closely.. The fight is far from over" tyene says, her smirk not faltering as caster regains his footing. The air is thick with tension as the two warriors circle each other, both now bearing wounds from their fierce exchange. Caster's breathing is labored with a thin trail of blood trickling down his arm where drogo's arakh had found its mark. The khal had managed to slip past caster's guard, scoring a hit that would have felled a lesser man as drogo has a grin on his face.
"You fight well Son of Baratheon.. But it takes more than clever sword work to best a Khal" drogo said in dothraki, his voice carrying across the square. The two men clash again with their weapons meeting in a shower of sparks. The crowd roars with their voices rising and falling in each exchange as blood mixes in sweat, staining the ground beneath their feet. Daenerys watches with bated breath as her earlier confidence in Drogo's victory now tinged in uncertainty while tyene's smile has faded, replaced by a look of intense concentration as she follows every move of the duel.
"Look at that smile.. He enjoying himself" tormund says, seeing the grin on caster's face.
"I see now why Sylvie said he killed a hundred men in a single night.. He is indeed a Storm" daario remarks, a hint of respect in his voice.
"Aye.. The way he moves.. It's like he's dancing with death itself" tormund says, his beard twitching as he grins. The two men fall silent for a moment while watching as caster and drogo are both bloodied but neither willing to yield as they rush at each other once more. Their weapons meet with a resounding clang, sparks flying as steel met steel but in a surprising move. Drogo ducks under caster's swing and surges forward, closing the distance between them and his forehead smashing into caster's face with brutal force. The headbutt connects with a sickening crunch and caster staggers backward, his vision blurring from the impact.
"Caster!" tyene cries out, her composure slipping for the first time since the fight began.
"See Drogo is not so easily beaten" daenerys said, turning to tyene with a triumphant look. Caster stumbles back while trying to shake off the effects of the headbutt but drogo seizes the moment, drawing one of his curved knives from his belt. The crowd roars its approval at this new development with many of the dothraki stamping their feet and shouting encouragement to their khal. Drogo advances with knife in one hand and arakh in the other. The khal's eyes gleam with fierce determination, a predatory grin spreading across his face as he closes in on his seemingly vulnerable opponent. His knife hand darts out while aiming for caster's exposed midsection but caster, despite his disorientation manages to reach out with his free hand and grabs the knife blade itself. Blood immediately welling up where the sharp edge bit into his palm but caster seems oblivious to the pain. Drogo's eyes widen with his momentum suddenly halted by caster's unexpected maneuver but yanks hard on the knife, pulling drogo off balance and directly into his own rising forehead. Blood sprays from the khal's shattered nose, spattering both men and the ground beneath them.
"Show em Storm!" daario shouts, as the crowd erupts into a cacophony of shouts and cheers. Drogo stumbles backward while momentarily stunned by the force of the blow with blood streaming down his face, mingling with the sweat that already coated his skin. Caster presses his advantage while ignoring the deep cut in his palm and lunges forward, his sword edge singing through the air as it arced towards the khal's exposed midsection. He tries to twist away with his muscles tensing to leap back but his reactions were slowed by the force of caster's earlier blow. The blade slices through flesh, opening a long, deep gash across drogo's stomach. Blood immediately wells up while spilling down the khal's bronzed skin and staining the ground beneath him. Some dothraki roar in anger at seeing their leader wounded so grievously, while others cheer at the display of skill and ferocity.
"Drogo!" daenerys calls out, letting out a strangled cry and face pale with shock.
"Your Khal is strong but my lion is relentless" tyene murmurs, her voice laden with satisfaction. Drogo staggers back with one hand instinctively going to his stomach. His fingers coming away slick with blood and for the first time, a flicker of uncertainty passed across his face and opposite him is caster with his chest heaving from exertion, blood dripping steadily from his injured hand and other wounds.
"You fight well Son of Baratheon" drogo growls in dothraki, his voice strained but still powerful.
"I would expect nothing less from the great Khal Drogo" caster replies in the common tongue, knowing drogo would grasp his meaning if not his words. The two warriors circle each other once more their movements were noticeably slower now, their earlier speed and agility hampered by pain and fatigue. Drogo feints to the left but then quickly changes direction, aiming a strike at caster's right side and brings red dawn up to parry but his reaction is a fraction too slow. The arakh's tip scores a shallow cut along his ribs while drawing a hiss of pain but caster retaliates with a series of quick jabs, forcing drogo to give ground. The khal deflects most of the blows but one slips past his guard, opening a thin line of red across his bicep.
"They're both tiring.. This can't go on much longer" jorah observes quietly to daenerys.
"But who will fall first" daenerys wonders aloud, her eyes never leaving the combatants. Caster and drogo suddenly lunge at each other with renewed vigor, their weapons met in a clash of steel that rang out across the square and their faces mere inches apart, each man's eyes burning with fire. Caster twists his wrist while altering the angle of his blade and red dawn sliding along the length of drogo's arakh, its keen edge finding flesh where steel ends. The khal lets out a roar of pain and rage while stumbling backward as blood gushes from the new wound with his leg buckling beneath him and for the first time in the fight has drogo on one knee. Daenerys feels her heart leap into her throat, "No" she whispers, her eyes wide with shock and fear.
"That's it my Lion.. Finish him" tyene murmurs, her voice filled with pride and excitement. Caster stands over drogo with red dawn poised for a killing blow. Blood drips steadily from the blade, mingling with the sweat and dust on the square floor. Drogo glares up at caster and his eyes are telling him to finish it if he has the cock for it as caster does.
"It was an honor Khal Drogo" caster said, his words clear and steady despite his fatigue. A murmur ripples through the crowd at these words as some of the dothraki who understand the common tongue translate for their companions, their voices a low buzz of surprise and respect.
"No!" daenerys shouts, her eyes wide with horror. Drogo's eyes never leave caster's face as even in defeat, the khal's expression remain fierce and proud.
"Then do it Son of Baratheon.. Let it be known that Khal Drogo fell to a worthy opponent" drogo replies in his native tongue, his voice carrying a note of grudging respect. Caster raises red dawn and with a swift but clean strike to take the head of khal drogo, his head rolling across the blood-stained sand and coming to rest at the feet of his stunned bloodriders. Shouts of disbelief, rage and awe filled the air as the dothraki surge forward, some brandishing weapons, others simply staring in shock at their fallen leader. [song ends]
-XXX-
Caster stands his ground as red dawn still drips with drogo's blood but inhales to release a shout like lion, "DO NOT DISHONOR YOUR KHAL!.. I WON BY THE LAWS OF YOUR PEOPLE!" he calls out, his voice carrying over the tumult. This allows tyene, tormund, joraq and daario to surround their commander, their eyes gleaming with fierce pride.
"Well fought!" tormund booms, his voice carrying over the din.
"Indeed Storm has claimed victory once again" daario declares, his hand resting casually on the hilt of his arakh.
"Are you alright my lion" tyene says, her voice low and filled with concern. Caster is still breathing heavily from the exertion of the fight but nods, "I'll live.. Though I might need a few stitches" he replies, wincing slightly as he shifts his weight. The crowd around them continues to swell with the dothraki pushing and shoving to get a better view of the man who had defeated their khal.
"We need to get you out of here.. The Dothraki respect strength but they're also known for their... Unpredictability" daario said, his eyes darting around the square.
"Aye and I'd rather not have to crack some skulls today.. Though I will if I have to" tormund adds, gripping his axe and a savage grin spreading across his face.
"The fight was fair!.. Your Khal fell to a worthy opponent.. Honor his memory by respecting the outcome!" tyene calls out in dothraki, her accent flawless.
"She speaks true.. He fought Khal Drogo and won by your laws!" daario declares, his words ringing out across the square.
"You may have won the fight Son of Baratheon.. But you know nothing of our ways.. A Khal who cannot ride is no Khal at all" Qotho and one of drogo's bloodriders spits, his face a mask of barely contained rage with his eyes on caster. Caster meets qotho's glare with a steady gaze and takes a moment to gather his thoughts, aware that his next words could either diffuse the situation or ignite it further.
"You're right.. I am not Dothraki and I do not seek to be your Khal" caster replied, his voice calm but carrying across the square. A murmur rippled through the crowd at these words with some of the dothraki exchange confused glances, while others grip their weapons tighter, unsure of what to expect next.
"I simply came for Daenerys.. And by your laws she is mine" caster continues, his voice growing stronger with each word but his breath still ragged.
"Do you honestly believe I'll simply go with you" daenerys exclaims, her voice barely audible over the growing commotion.
"Khaleesi" jorah says, standing protectively by her side and tensing visibly.
"You dare?!.. The Khaleesi belongs to the Khalasar!" qotho snarls, taking a menacing step forward.
"He dares.. He won her fair and square by defeating your Khal" tyene said, her voice laced with steel.
"By Dothraki law when a Khal falls.. His Khaleesi becomes the property of the victor.. I defeated Khal Drogo in single combat.. Therefore Daenerys is now mine to claim" caster says, his blue eyes never leaving qotho's face. The square erupts into chaos once more as dothraki shout and argue amongst themselves, some agreeing with caster's interpretation of their laws, others vehemently opposing it.
"I am not some prize to be won or traded!" daenerys hisses, pushing her way through the crowd until she stands face to face with caster.
"My Lion dares… Because otherwise you would join your Khal in death.. Do you think these men would let you live.. Knowing you carry Drogo's child" tyene said, her voice carrying across the crowd and daenerys recoils as if slapped with her hand instinctively moving to her stomach.
"Is this true" jorah asks, addressing the nearby dothraki. Qotho is still seething with rage but spits on the ground, "It is our way.. But it does not mean we must follow him or his foreign whore" he admits through gritted teeth.
"Watch your tongue.. Or you'll join your Khal sooner than you'd like" caster says, his eyes hardening and his hand tightening around his sword. The tension in the air is palpable as both sides are ready to explode into violence at any moment.
"And what of my people.. What of the Khalasar.. You cannot expect them to follow you" daenerys demands, turning back to caster.
"I don't.. But you do.. You can bring Ser Jorah.. Your handmaidens and any who wish to follow" caster says, shaking his head.
"And why should we trust you" jorah says, his brow furrowed.
"Because without us.. You'll all be dead before the sun sets.. Look around you Ser Jorah.. Do you truly believe you can protect her from an entire Khalasar" tyene says, her voice sharp and clear. Daenerys glances at the sea of faces surrounding them, many still twisted with rage and confusion but swallows hard, realizing some truth in tyene's words. Her gaze sweeps across the square while settling on the huddled groups of slaves that have been captured here. Their eyes were wide with fear and uncertainty, their futures now as precarious as her own.
"The slaves.. They will come with us too or be set free.. I won't leave them behind to face an uncertain fate" daenerys said, her voice ringing out clear and strong but caster nods to her surprise.
"Do as you wish.. They're your people" caster said, his voice low but carrying easily in the tense silence that has fallen over the square.
"You... You're agreeing just like that" daenerys says, taken aback by his easy acquiescence.
"I came for you.. That can include the people you care for" caster says with a shrug, wincing slightly as the movement pulls at his wounds.
"Khaleesi are you sure about this.. Taking the slaves could slow us down and make us more vulnerable.. With our present company" jorah says, his brow furrowed with concern and very weary of caster.
"I won't abandon them Ser Jorah.. They've suffered enough" daenerys says, turning to her faithful knight and her eyes blazing with conviction.
"A noble sentiment.. But how do you plan to care for them all.. We'll be traveling light and fas back to our camp" she said, her tone a mixture of admiration and caution. Daenerys hesitates for a moment as she realizes she hadn't thought that far ahead but before she could respond, "We'll figure it out.. For now we need to move" caster said, his eyes scanning the crowd.
"This is madness.. You may be the Khaleesi but I will never accept him as Khal" qotho spits, glaring at caster.
"You won't have to.. We're leaving.. Those who wish to follow may do so.. Those who don't… I wish you well" daenerys said, her voice carrying across the square. A murmur ripples through the crowd with some faces showing confusion, others anger and a few but mostly among the younger riders and the women have a glimmer of hope.
"You've heard your Khaleesi... Any who wish to join us.. Gather your belongings and meet at entrance to town" caster says, raising his voice to address the crowd and the crowd began to disperse with some rushing to spread the news or gather their things. Daenerys looks to caster and wanted to say something but decides against it as she might be trading one cage for another. They prepare to head out but caster suddenly staggers with his face contorting in pain as the adrenaline of the fight is wearing off and the full extent of his injuries were making themselves known. His legs buckle and he is about to crash to one knee but he drives his sword into the sand to keep him up, his breath coming in sharp gasps. Tyene is immediately at his side as tormund and daario steady him, "You've done enough heroics for one day" tormund says with a hearty laugh.
"I agree.. It's time to get you patched up" daario says, as they head to the town entrance.
"I'll be fine" caster mutters, though his grimace belied his words.
"Sure you are and I'm the bloody Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.. Let's get you back to camp so Jon and Sylvie can fret over you properly" tormund says with another booming laugh.
"They will" tyene said, her voice stern but her eyes filled with worry. The two groups make their way towards the edge of town to grab their horses to ride back to camp. The news of drogo's defeat and caster's claim on daenerys is spreading like wildfire as some dothraki look on in barely concealed hostility but even in such a state, their eyes can see the lion in caster's eyes and stay their hands.
-XXX-
The sun has dips below the horizon to paint the sky in hues of orange and purple as caster finds himself lying in his tent, his body aching from the day's battle. Sylvie worked diligently to fully clean and dress his wounds with gentle but efficient hands while chiding him for taking such risks to face khal drogo with only four with him. His eyes drift to the satchel resting near his bedroll, knowing that within it lays the dragon egg and wonders how daenerys will react to it. He slowly sits up just as the flap of his tent rustles with tyene and daenerys stepping inside.
"She wished to speak with my Lion" tyene said, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.
"I wish to know what comes next" daenerys says, her gaze settling on caster's bandaged form. Caster nods and winces slightly as he pushes himself up into better a sitting position, "Of course.. We have much to discuss" he said, gesturing for her to take a seat on a nearby stool. Daenerys hesitates for a moment before taking the offered seat with her eyes darting to tyene, "Tyene would you mind giving us a moment" caster says, sensing daenerys' discomfort. Tyene nods but her eyes linger on caster with concern, "I'll be just outside if you need me" she said, her voice low and meant only for him.
"I want to understand things.. Why did you really come for me.. What are your intentions" daenerys begins, her voice steady despite the uncertainty in her eyes. Caster meets daenerys' gaze and takes a deep breath but winces slightly as the movement pulls at his wounds, "As I said before.. My father sent me to deal with you and your brother.. His hatred for your family stems from your father and your oldest brother's actions before his Rebellion" he said, his voice low and measured. Daenerys' eyes widen slightly with a mix of emotions flashing across her face, "And yet here I am.. Very much alive" she said, her tone a mixture of curiosity and wariness.
"When I first set out on this mission.. I told myself I would not kill you blindly" caster continues, his gaze never leaving hers.
"So what has changed.. Why go through all this trouble to... Claim me as you put it" daenerys says, leaning forward slightly and her brow furrowed.
"Because I believe you can learn to change" caster said, his voice low but firm. Daenerys blinks and is taken aback by his response, "Change.. What exactly do you think needs changing about me" she repeats, a hint of defensiveness creeping into her tone. Caster shifts slightly as he takes a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking again, "It's not about changing who you are at your core.. It's about understanding the world beyond the narrow view you've been given.. About seeing the bigger picture and the consequences of your actions" he explains, his voice gentle but earnest.
"And you think you're the one to show me this bigger picture" daenerys challenges, her eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and curiosity.
"Not alone.. But I can offer you a different perspective.. A chance to see through eyes that aren't clouded by years of exile and tales of lost glory" caster says while shaking his head slightly, "You have the potential to be a great leader Daenerys.. But greatness isn't just about conquering.. It's about understanding.. Empathy and the wisdom to know when to show mercy and when to be firm" he adds, studying her face for a moment
"And you believe I lack these qualities" daenerys says, her expression thoughtful.
"I believe you haven't had the chance to fully develop them.. You haven't had many opportunities to see beyond survival and the pursuit of your family's lost throne" caster replies carefully, "But now you have a chance to learn and grow" he adds, his eyes intense. Daenerys is quiet for a long moment with her violet eyes searching caster's face, "And what makes you think I want to change.. What if I believe my path is the right one" she says, her voice is soft but filled with a quiet strength.
"We'll see then.. Time has a way of revealing truths we might not be ready to accept" caster said, his voice calm and assured. Daenerys opens her mouth to retort but her words die on her lips as something catches her eye, its contents partially visible in the dim light of the tent. Her breath catches in her throat as she glimpses a familiar shape within of the smooth, scaled surface of what could only be a dragon egg.
"Is that…" daenerys says, darting between the open satchel and caster's face.
"Yes" caster said simply, making no move to hide the egg or offer further explanation. Daenerys feels her heart racing with a mixture of confusion and longing washing over her. She had thought her three eggs were the last in the world, a precious link to her family's legacy but here in this tent is proof that there might be more out there.
"How did you… Why do you have it" daenerys asks, her curiosity piqued.
"I found it north of the Wall.. Inside a Weirwood tree" caster said, watching her reaction carefully and his eyes shifting to the satchel.
"North of the Wall.. But how... Why would a dragon egg be there" daenerys says, her eyes widening in surprise.
"I don't know.. But it... Called to me in a way I can't explain" caster admits, running his fingers through his hair. Daenerys opens her mouth but then closes it again with her brow furrowed in thought, "May I..." she says, her voice hesitant but before she could finish her question. She shakes her head abruptly and without another word, stood and moves towards the tent flap.
"Daenerys" caster calls softly as she reaches the entrance and pauses but didn't turn around, "We'll talk more tomorrow.. There's much to discuss" he said with his voice gentle but firm and daenerys nods once, then slipped out of the tent without looking back. Caster lets out a long breath as the flap falls closed behind her and shifts painfully, reaching for the satchel and the eggs seems to pulse with an inner life. He cradles it in his hands as his mind racing with thoughts but a sharp pain shoots through his left hand.
"Damn it" caster mutters, noticing the bandage on his hand had come loose and a thin line of blood seeping through the wrapping. He winces as he tries to adjust the bandage with his other hand but a drop of blood falls onto the dragon egg's surface and for a moment, could have sworn the egg grew warmer but dismisses it as his imagination.
"I should probably get Sylvie to look at this" caster said to himself, sighing.
"Caster.. Are you alright.. I thought I heard you say something" tyene says from outside the tent.
"I'm fine… Just... Reopened a wound.. Nothing serious" caster calls back, though his voice betrayed his discomfort. Tyene enters the tent with her eyes immediately zeroing in on caster's bloodied hand and the egg he is holding, "Oh my love.. Let me see that" she said, rushing to his side and examines his hand.
"It's nothing.. Can you help me put it back in the satchel.. I think I need to rest" caster said, trying to wave off her concern. Tyene carefully takes the egg with her eyes lingering on the smear of blood for a moment before she places it gently in the satchel. Caster nods gratefully and lays back on his bedroll with a groan, "Thank you" he murmurs, his eyes already starting to close.
"Rest now my lion.. Tomorrow brings new challenges" tyene said softly, coming to sit beside him and gently stroking his hair. Caster drifts off to sleep as his mind is filled with visions of dragons and the weight of the future that rests on his shoulders. The last thing he remembers before succumbing to exhaustion is the feeling of tyene's gentle touch and the lingering warmth of the dragon egg in his hands.
-XXX-
The first lights of dawn creep into his tent as caster begins to stir but it wasn't the heat of essos that rouses him from his slumber. There is a peculiar sensation on his chest and it is a light pressure that seems to be moving. Caster's eyes flutter open with his mind still foggy from sleep and pain but at first, thought he might be dreaming and perched on his chest, regarding him with curious purple eyes is a creature he had only heard about in legends and bedtime stories. He blinks hard to be certain that the image would disappear but the small white dragon remains, its pearlescent scales catching the early morning light. It is no bigger than a kitten with delicate wings folded against its body and a long but serpentine neck.
"Seven Hells" caster whispers, his voice hoarse with sleep and disbelief. The dragon cocks its head at the sound while letting out a soft chirp that is almost musical. Its tiny claws prick slightly at caster's skin as it shifts its weight but he barely notices, transfixed by the impossible sight before him. Caster props himself up on his elbows with slow and careful movements but the dragon, seemingly unbothered by the movement, simply adjusts its position to maintain its perch on his chest.
"Tyene.. Tyene wake up" caster calls out, his eyes never leaving the creature.
"What is it my Lion" tyene whispers, shifting next to him and her voice tinged with concern but her eyes widen at the small creature. The dragon turns its head at the new voice, regarding tyene with the same curious gaze it has given caster and lets out another soft chirp, almost as if in greeting.
"Is this... Real.. The Egg hatched" caster asks, still not quite believing his eyes. Tyene shifts closer with her movements slow as if afraid to startle the creature but she reaches out a tentative hand, pausing just short of touching the dragon's scales.
"Perhaps.. May I" tyene asks, looking to caster for permission and he nods while being still too stunned to form words. Tyene gently scoops the dragon into her arms and the creature allows itself to be lifted, seeming content in its new position.
"A Dragon.. My Lion has a dragon" tyene breathes out, her voice a reverent whisper.
"I didn't think it would hatch" caster says, his eyes still fixed on the creature. Tyene's lips curves into a mysterious smile, "It matters not my Lion.. What matters is that it's here with us" she said, her fingers gently stroking the dragon's pearlescent scales. The dragon chirps softly as if in agreement and caster feels a shiver run down his spine.
"Won't Daenerys be cross to know you have a dragon and her three are still rocks" tyene asks, a hint of mischief in her voice. Caster runs a hand through his hair as his mind is whirling with possibilities and potential consequences, "This... This changes everything" he murmurs, more to himself than to tyene. He reaches out a tentative hand towards the dragon, which eyes him curiously before nuzzling against his fingers. The warmth of the creature's scales against his skin sends a jolt through caster, "We must keep this secret.. At least until we understand what it means" he said firmly, looking to tyene.
"Of course my Lion.. This is our secret to keep… Will you give her a name" tyene says, her eyes softening as she gazes at the small dragon.
"Her?!" caster thought but stares at the dragon while deep in thought. The dragon tilts her head while regarding him with those intelligent purple eyes.
"Belserion" caster said softly, reaching out to gently stroke the dragon's pearlescent scales.
"Belserion.. It's perfect.. A name fit for a dragon.. Similar to the Black Dread Balerion" tyene says, testing the name on her tongue and her eyes lighting up. The newly named belserion chirps softly as if approving of her new moniker and caster couldn't help but smile, feeling a strange connection to the small creature.
"I wonder what this means for us.. A Baratheon with a dragon... It's unheard of" tyene muses, her voice barely audible.
"My father has some Targaryen blood but we'll need to be careful.. If word of this gets out it could change everything.. Not just for us but for the whole realm" caster said, his voice low and serious. Daenerys enters his tent just as those words leave his mouth and her eyes widen as they land on belserion, her face cycling through shock, disbelief and a hint of jealousy.
"Is that..." daenerys says, moving closer with cautious steps. Belserion tilts her head while regarding daenerys with curiosity as the little dragon allows daenerys to reach out and touch her pearlescent scales.
"It seems his egg hatched before your three" tyene says with her lips curving into a smirk. Daenerys' violet eyes flick between caster and the dragon, "How did this happen" she demands, her voice a mix of wonder and frustration. Caster's gaze drops to his bandaged left hand and flexes his finger but still winces, "Fire and blood" he whispers, his voice barely audible.
"Fire and blood.. But how... Why…" daenerys says, her eyebrows shooting up.
"I'm not sure.. It just... happened" caster admits out loud, meeting her gaze. Belserion chirps to draw everyone's attention and the little dragon squirms in tyene's arms while stretching towards caster.
"She seems quite attached to you" daenerys said, a hint of envy in her tone.
"Well he is her... Father or maybe big brother" tyene says and caster shakes his head, a serious look crossing his face.
"Whatever she is to me.. Her birth changes the game entirely… Sooner or later.. News of this will reach Westeros" caster says, glancing at daenerys but then back to belserion.
"I can just imagine your Brother throwing a tantrum like a spoiled child denied his favorite toy.. He'd want Belserion for himself no doubt" tyene says, a mischievous glint in her eye. Caster couldn't help but chuckle at the mental image but his amusement is tinged with a hint of concern, "His concerns should be his War but you're not wrong" he said, his fingers absently stroking belserion's pearlescent scales and the little dragon chirps contentedly while leaning into his touch.
"Joffrey has always been... Covetous.. Belserion would be the ultimate symbol of power in his eyes.. Something to lord over others.. To make himself feel more important" caster continues, choosing his words carefully.
"As if he needs any more reason to feel superior.. The boy's head is already so swollen I'm surprised he can keep that crown on" tyene says with a snort, her disdain for the newly crowned king evident. Caster gazes down at belserion as she is now curled up contentedly in his lap, "A Baratheon with a dragon... It changes everything.. The balance of power.. Alliances and even the very fabric of Westerosi politics once more" he says, as the weight of the little dragon feels both comforting and terrifyingly significant.
"And what of your plans my Lion.. How does this little one fit into them" tyene asks, leaning close to him. Caster's brow furrows as he considers her question, "As I said.. We keep Belserion hidden.. We focus on building our strength.. Gathering more allies.. When the time is right..." he said firmly but trails off, his eyes fixed on some distant point only he could see.
"When the time is right.. We'll show them all what a true Storm Lion can do" tyene finishes for him, a slow smile spreading across her face and caster nods.
"And what about my eggs.. Do you think…" daenerys says, her eyes fixed on the small dragon.
"I don't know Daenerys.. But maybe... Maybe Belserion is just the beginning" caster says, cutting her off gently.
"Where should we head next my Lion" tyene asks, as daenerys slips out of the tent with a little jealousy in her eyes.
"Hmm.. Maybe we should head to Astapor next.. I've heard they have quite the armies there" caster muses, absently stroking belserion's scales.
"Or we could approach the Sisters of Battle" tyene suggests, her eyes lighting up.
"Sisters of Battle" caster says, looking into tyene's eyes.
"They keep to themselves but they're a force to be reckoned with according to our newer members" tyene said with a smirk.
"Both good options.. We'll need to weigh our choices carefully.. And figure out how to keep this little one a secret" caster says, a plan forming and his gaze drifting the little dragon curled up his arm.
-XXX-
Caster sits at the head of his army of second sons and lion's fury as they search of the sisters of battle. Belserion is safely hidden away and entrusted to tyene's care as they travel. It has been three weeks since his battle and victory against khal and claiming daenerys, his wounds were all healed and his goal to expand on his mind. Daenerys has kept him at arm's length but they talk and stays close to her people including about including about a hundred dothraki warriors, who reluctantly accepted joraq as their leader but main defer to the khaleesi.
"So we're searching for Sisters of Battle.. I hope they fight like Wildling women.. Now that would be a sight to see!" tormund says, riding up beside him with a chuckle. Daario is riding on caster's other side and shakes his head, "They're not to be underestimated.. These women are a formidable group of warrior women.. Plucked from various places that were considered useless to men" he says, his eyes scanning the horizon.
"And their leader.. What do you know of her" caster says, shifting in his saddle. Daario's expression grows serious, "They say she wears a mask but her eyes… Her violet eyes are said to be haunting. Men have been known to lose their nerve just by meeting her gaze" he said, a shiver running through him.
"Well then.. Let's hope we can convince these Sisters to join our cause" caster said, as they pick up the pace. The cavalry push on with the sound of hooves thundering across the landscape but soon rumors begin to circulate among about the whereabouts of the sisters of battle being in Qohor the City of Sorcerers.
"Qohor.. It seems our mysterious sisters have a taste for the exotic" caster muses aloud a few days later, drawing the attention of daario and jon riding beside him.
"Aye and a city of sorcerers seems fitting for such enigmatic warriors" daario said, a wry smile on his face. They soon set up camp about a day's ride from qohor with the tents sprouting up like mushrooms across the rolling hills as the air is thick with anticipation and the scent of cooking fires. Caster gathers his chosen group to enter qohor once the camp is established of daario, jon, sylvie, gawain and ygritte.
"We'll head into the city at dawn.. A smaller group will draw less attention and we can move more quickly if needed" caster said, his voice low but firm.
"Wise choice.. Qohor can be... Unpredictable.. The fewer of us there are.. The easier it'll be to navigate its peculiarities" daario says, a hint of excitement in his eyes.
"What exactly should we expect in there" jon asks, furrowed his brow.
"Expect the unexpected.. Qohor isn't called the City of Sorcerers for nothing" sylvie cuts in, her voice tinged with a mix of amusement and wariness.
"I wonder of they have a few beauties" gawain comments, his posture exuding a quiet confidence.
"You know nothing Gawain" sylvie says, her braided white hair catching the flickering firelight.
"Perhaps you're right" gawain says with a chuckle and knowing better than to underestimate her insights.
"We're not going in there looking for a fight.. Our goal is to convince them to join our side.. Remember we need allies.. Not enemies" caster says, holding up a hand and the group nod in agreement. Caster soon gazes towards the distant lights of qohor, his mind filled with thoughts of what the coming day might bring. The city's reputation for magic and mystery looms large but so did the potential of the allies they sought within its walls. The dawn breaks as caster and his small group while dressed in simple but nondescript clothing begin to set out for qohor. They soon reach the city gates as caster looks to his companions, "Remember.. We are just random sellswords looking for work.. Keep your ears open and your mouths shut unless necessary" he said in a low voice. They pass through the gates without incident, the guards barely sparing them a second glance.
"We should split up" daario suggests, his eyes darting around the bustling marketplace.
"Good idea.. Meet back here in two hours.. And remember we're looking for information" caster says with a nod and adjusting his cloak. They disperse into the crowd as caster finds himself wandering through narrow alleyways, his ears pricking for any mention of the sisters of battle. He overhears snatches of conversation like talk of strange lights seen in the forest to the north, whispers of women warriors with unnatural strength.
"They say the Sisters of Battle have been seen near the old temple" caster hears after entering a tavern from two men speaking in hushed tones. Caster's heart quicken as this could be the lead they were looking for but as he turn to leave, bumps into a hooded figure and for a brief moment, catches a glimpse of piercing violet eyes before the figure melts back into the crowd. Caster heads to the meeting point to await his comrades and soon they trickle back, each with their own pieces of information and a clearer picture begins to form.
"The old temple to the north.. That's where we need to go" jon said, his voice low.
"We'll head at first light.. For now let's find a place to rest and plan our next move" caster says, his eyes scanning the faces of his companions. They seek out an inconspicuous inn for the night but caster couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. The violet eyes he had glimpsed in the tavern haunt his thoughts well into the night.
-XXX-
In a secluded courtyard on the outskirts of qohor were a group of women gathered in the shadows of an ancient and crumbling temple. Their faces were hidden beneath hoods but their postures speaks of strength and readiness. At the center of the group stands a figure slightly taller than the rest, her presence commanding even in silence.
"I encountered someone of great interest today" the leader said, her voice low but carrying easily to her attentive audience as she pulls back her hood to reveal violet eyes behind a mask.
"Who Ashara" one of the women says, curiosity evident in her stance.
"Caster Storm.. The man who slew Khal Drogo and commander of the Second Sons" ashara says, a faint smile on her lips. A murmur ripple through the group as the new drogo's death spread even here, "The one they call the Storm Lion.. Here in Qohor?" a second sister says, her voice tinged with awe.
"Indeed.. It seems perhaps our little band has caught the attention of some very powerful people" ashara says, her expression thoughtful.
"What do you think he wants" a third sister asks, her hand resting casually on her sword.
"That remains to be seen.. But I suspect we'll find out soon enough.. He and his companions were asking about us in the city" ashara replies and pauses, "We must be prepared for anything.. Caster Storm's reputation precedes him.. He's not a man to be underestimated" she adds, her gaze sweeping over her sisters and the women nod in agreement.
"Tomorrow we'll see what the Storm Lion has to say... Our visitors may prove to be either valuable allies or formidable foes" ashara says, her lips curving into a smile that holds a hint of anticipation. The sisters disperse to their posts as ashara remains in the courtyard with her violet eyes fixed on the distant lights of qohor. Beneath her excitement is a familiar ache blooming in her chest of how many years had it been since her mother left westeros behind. How many years since she'd shed the name Liria Dayne and taken on her mother's identity. She closes her eyes as memories wash over her like waves on a distant shore. The whispers that followed her after her brother's death or rather, her uncle's death. The despair that had driven her mother to fake her death and flee across the narrow sea, leaving behind a world that believed her dead by her own hand.
"Mother.. I wonder what you'd think of me now" ashara whispers, her voice barely audible. She'd taken her mother's name but had she lived up to it The original ashara dayne had been a woman of grace and beauty, remembered in songs and stories but she forged a different path, leading a band of warrior women in a foreign land.
"Come then Storm Lion.. Let's see what tales you bring to our doorstep" ashara murmurs to the night. The next morning comes as across qohor is caster leading his group to the old temple north of the city. The forest grows thicker as they approached, the air heavy with mist and the scent of damp earth.
"Hold" caster said suddenly, raising his hand and the group came to an abrupt stop but at the ready. Ygritte and gawain's keen eyes scan the trees, "There.. Archers" she whispers, nodding subtly towards a cluster of shadows to their left.
"I see them too.. At least three.. Maybe more" gawain adds, his bow already half-drawn. Caster prepares to their make next move but a figure emerges from the shadows, flanked by two others. Their leader is a woman of striking beauty, her features partially obscured by an intricate mask that covers the upper half of her face. The mask is crafted from what appeared to be polished silver, adorned with delicate swirls and patterns that catch the light. Despite the mask, her piercing violet eyes were clearly visible, seeming to look right through him with an intensity. Long dark hair cascades down her shoulders, contrasting sharply with the gleaming silver of her mask. The two figures flanking her remained partially hidden in the shadows, their own faces obscured by simpler masks, creating an air of mystery and danger around the group.
"I have heard tales of you Caster Storm.. The slayer of Khal Drogo and commander of the Second Sons" the silver masked woman said, her voice carrying easily through the clearing.
"And you have us at a disadvantage my lady.. You know of us but we don't have the pleasure of knowing your name" caster says while stepping forward, his hands held open at his sides in a gesture of peace. The woman's lips curve into a small smile, "I am Ashara.. Leader of the Sisters of Battle" she said, her violet eyes never leaving caster's face.
"We've come seeking an audience Ashara of the Sisters of Battle.. I have a proposition for you and your Sisters" caster said, his voice steady.
"A proposition.. How interesting.. And what could the Storm Lion possibly offer us that we don't already have" ashara said, curiosity flickering in her eyes. Caster couldn't help but smile at the moniker, "Storm Lion" he repeats, glancing at daario.
"Well you are a Storm and a Lion my friend.. I guess it stuck" daario says with a chuckle, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Caster shakes his head with a wry smile on his face, "Regardless of what people call me.. I've come with a request.. I would like the Sisters of Battle to join my group" he said, turning his attention back to ashara.
"Join your group.. And for what purpose may I ask" ashara says, hers eyes narrowed slightly but her interest clearly piqued.
"The reasons are... Complex and not something I'd like to discuss out in the open like this.. What I can say is that I need an army to survive" caster says with his expression serious, "I've recently heard tales of the Sisters of Battle.. Of your skill and your strength.. I believe that together we could face challenges that would be insurmountable alone" he adds after weighing his words carefully. Ashara studies him for a long moment, her violet eyes seeming to see right through him.
"You speak of survival Storm Lion.. But survival is something we've managed quite well on our own for many years.. Why should we risk that for you" ashara says, her voice measured and calm.
"Because sometimes survival isn't enough.. Sometimes you need to do more than just survive" caster says, his voice low but intense.
"Bold words Storm Lion.. But words are wind as they say" ashara say with her expression remaining unreadable, "However.. You've piqued my interest.. Perhaps we should continue this discussion somewhere more... Private" ashara adds, glancing to her two companions but back to caster. She signals to the hidden archers with a gesture and slowly, more masked sisters emerge from the shadows of the forest, their weapons lowered but still at the ready.
"Follow me.. We'll hear your full proposition and then we'll decide whether your offer is worth considering" ashara said, turning towards the ancient temple barely visible through the trees. Caster's group follow ashara and her sisters through the misty forest but as they approach the ancient temple. Ashara raises her hand to halt the group and her violet eyes fix upon caster, a hint of intrigue dancing in their depths.
"You and I will talk alone" ashara declares, her voice carrying an authority that brooked no argument. Sylvie immediately steps forward with her hand instinctively moving to her weapons, "I don't think that's wise" she protests, concern evident in her voice.
"Very well" caster cuts in, silencing sylvie's objection. Ashara turns and leads caster towards a large tent set up near the temple ruins as the rest of the group watch with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. The interior of the tent is surprisingly spacious and lit by several oil lamps that cast a warm glow over the sparse furnishings. Ashara gestures for caster to take a seat on one of the cushions scattered on the floor, while she settles across from him.
"If we are to trust one another.. I believe we should reveal our true names" ashara says, her voice low and measured after several moments of silence. Caster's eyebrows rise slightly with surprise flickering across his face, "Our true names" he repeats, a hint of caution in his voice.
"Yes.. We both carry secrets Storm Lion.. If we're to forge an alliance.. Perhaps it's time we lay some of those secrets bare" ashara says, her violet eyes never leaving his face.
"Very well… I'll start.. My name is Caster Baratheon.. Second son of Robert Baratheon and Cersei Lannister.. Second Prince of Seven Kingdoms" caster said, his voice quiet but firm. Ashara's eyes widen slightly and a flicker of genuine surprise crossing her face, "A Baratheon..I had not expected that " she murmurs, her voice thoughtful. She takes a deep breath while seeming to steel herself but then with a graceful motion, reaches up and removed her mask. The intricate silver piece comes away, revealing a face of striking beauty that bears an uncanny resemblance to the legends of old westeros.
"As for me.. My name is Ashara Dayne... But not the Ashara Dayne you might have heard of.. I am her daughter.. I named myself for my mother who fled Westeros many years ago" ashara continues, her violet eyes seeming brighter without her mask. Caster leans back as his mind is whirling with this new information, "By the Gods.. The Ashara Dayne.. The one they say threw herself from the Palestone Sword tower" he says, his voice filled with wonder.
"My mother.. She faked her death and fled across the Narrow Sea.. I was born here in exile" ashara says, a sad smile touching her lips. Caster's eyes widen while taking in the full impact of her unveiled face. The resemblance to the stories he'd heard of the beautiful ashara dayne was unmistakable.
"This mask has been both my shield and my prison.. It's not often I reveal my true face to anyone" ashara says softly, her fingers tracing the edge of the mask she now holds in her lap and her eyes on his. Caster nods slowly and understands the significance of the gesture, "I'm honored by your trust.. And I can see why you've kept this hidden.. The resemblance to your mother... It's remarkable" he said, his voice equally soft.
"My mother's beauty was legendary or so I've been told.. Sometimes I wonder if it was as much a curse as a blessing" ashara said with a sad smile, "But now you see me as I truly am Caster Baratheon.. A woman caught between two worlds.. Carrying the legacy of a name that should have died long ago." she adds, setting the mask aside and straightening her shoulders as if relieved of a great weight. The tent falls silent as they both absorbed the weight of these revelations.
"So.. A Baratheon prince and the daughter of a woman believed long dead.. It seems we both have our reasons for keeping secrets" ashara said after a moment, her voice regaining its strength.
"Indeed we do.. And now that we've shared them.. Where does that leave us" caster says with a nod.
"That Caster Baratheon is what we're here to discuss.. Tell me more about this offer of yours and why the Sisters of Battle should risk everything to join it" ashara says, her violet eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and determination.
"Over a year ago.. My father sent me here to Essos on a mission.. I was to find the Mad King's children Viserys and Daenerys Targaryen" caster starts, his voice steady but tinged with a hint of weariness.
"A dangerous task" ashara says, her interest piqued.
"Indeed.. I brought with me a group of loyal Ranger known as the Lion's Fury.. We landed in Tyrosh where fate introduced us to Daario Naharis" caster says with a faint smile on his face, "With Daario's help.. We managed to take control of the Second Sons.. It wasn't easy but it gave us the manpower we needed" he adds, his mind drifting back to those early days.
"And then" ashara prompts, her eyes never leaving caster's face.
"We soon set out after Khal Drogo and found him plundering a Lhazareen village… You know the rest" caster continues, running his fingers along the scabbard of red dawn.
"Viserys nd Daenerys Targaryen" ashara says, her curiosity knocking at the door.
"Viserys was and we took Daenerys into our care" caster explains but pauses, "However before finding Daenerys.. I received word that my father had died and my older brother now sits on the Iron Throne" he adds, his expression growing somber.
"So you're no longer just a Prince but a potential threat to the new King" ashara says, her eyes widening.
"Exactly.. I was sent a message to remain in Essos and build an army to protect myself.. And that's what brings me here to you and your Sisters of Battle" caster says while nodding grimly, "I need more allies Ashara.. Strong and capable warriors who can help me navigate the storms that are coming.. Your Sisters could be the difference between survival and destruction" he adds, his voice serious.
"It's a compelling story Caster Baratheon.. But why should we risk everything we've built here for you" ashara asks, her expression thoughtful.
"Because I offer you a chance to be more than you are" caster says with his steel blue eyes blazing, "Tell me Ashara.. Your Sisters are formidable but how long can you remain hidden here.. Sooner or later the world will come knocking at your door.. Wouldn't you rather face it on your own terms with allies at your back" he adds, gesturing to the world outside the tent. Ashara remains silent for a long moment with her violet eyes studying caster intently, "You make a compelling argument Storm Lion.. But I need time to consider your proposal and discuss it with my Sisters." she says, her voice soft but firm.
"Of course.. I'll remain nearby and await your answer" caster says, understanding the weight of the decision. He rises to leave and grabs his sword but ashara's voice stops him, "Caster… Whatever our decision.. Know that your honesty here today has not gone unnoticed or unappreciated" she said, using his true name for the first time.
"Thank you Ashara.. I hope it's the beginning of a fruitful alliance" caster says while looking back and steps out into the sun. Whether his gamble with ashara and the sisters of battle would lead to victory or ruin remained to be seen.
To be Continued
AN2: I'll end it here with Caster fighting Drogo, winning and claiming Daenerys but also gained a dragon named Belserion. He also may gain further allies in the Sisters of Battle led by Ashara Dayne naming herself after mother. Now I originally thinking of having Drogo join Caster's group but changed my mind. Anyway thank you for reading and Would You Kindly Review.