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oOo

Roughly a week after the Siege of Storm's End, Red Keep, with Tyrion…

The mood inside of the small council chambers was tense, matching the grim looks of its inhabitants.

Renly Baratheon's death came as a surprise to many Red Keep but they had been surprised even further when they found out that the Stag King's defeat had been brought upon by a surprise attack by the Targaryen army.

The son of Rhaegar, barely eighteen name days, was already proving himself to be quite the leader and commander. Such a natural ability to lead was rare to find, especially among those born to be kings. The current king was proof of that, seeing as how he didn't even care to attend his own small council meetings. But alas, Tyrion was the acting Hand of the King, however temporary that may be, so he had to pick up where his cunt of a nephew slacked off.

"Lord Varys, you said that Renly was killed before the battle began. Would you care to elaborate?" Tyrion looked at the Master of Whispers or more infamously known as the Spider.

The eunuch shrugged his shoulders. "There's not much to elaborate on, Lord Tyrion. One of the knights of Renly's personal guard killed him before fleeing." Varys tells him.

"And who is this dishonorable knight?" Tyrion asked curiously.

"She goes by the name, Brienne of Tarth." Varys replied, making everyone's eyebrows raise at the incredulity of a female knight.

"A vengeful lover perhaps?" Grand Maester Pycelle suggested.

"I've had my fair share of vengeful lovers but none have ever tried to kill me." Tyrion frowned.

"You'd be surprised how angry a lady can get if you stick your cock in the wrong hole." Petyr Baelish, Master of Coin, joked.

Varys glanced at the dark haired man, eyes glinting with obvious distaste. "As vulgar as ever, Lord Baelish." Petyr gave the plump man a smile.

"My apologies, Lord Varys. I forget that cocks are a sore subject for you." Tyrion snorted into his wine cup.

"Enough jokes. We need to figure out how to end this foolish war." The Queen Regent, Cersei Lannister, said sternly, though her lips quirked upward.

Tyrion shuffled in his seat. "Until they decide to leave Storm's End there's nothing we can really do about the Targaryens. But, thanks to them, we're now presented with the opportunity to gain a new ally." He says.

"I assume you're talking about House Tyrell?" Kevan Lannister, the new Master of laws, asked him.

"Indeed. Now that Renly's dead, the Tyrell daughter's hand in marriage is now back on the table." Tyrion hints.

Cersei frowned. "You want to marry the Tyrell girl to Joffrey." She states.

Tyrion nodded. "It would give us both access to the Reach's large army and their supply of grain." He reasoned.

The Queen Regent sat in thought for a long moment. "I suppose you aren't so useless after all, Tyrion. Very well, Lord Baelish will ride to Highgarden to acquire the alliance of House Tyrell." She decided.

Petyr bowed his head. "I will do what my queen commands of me." He proclaims.

"Good. Then if that is all, consider this meeting over." Cersei told them.

Tyrion remained in his chair as the rest of the lords exited. After Pycelle finally shuffled himself out of the room, he turned to his sister who was staring at him with an irritated look.

"Well go on and spit it out. I have other business to attend to." Cersei said bitingly.

Biting back a witty remark, Tyrion cleared his throat before speaking. "I may have had an idea that could gain us the allegiance of Dorne." He said slowly.

Cersei scowled at the mention of the sandy region. "If Dorne were to join the war, it would be on the side of Perseus Targaryen. He is the last child of Elia Martell after all." She tells him.

"I thought the same at first, but the Martell's have been oddly silent, even after the Targaryens invasion. This gives me reason to believe that they aren't quite as open to the idea of siding with the Targaryens as we first thought." Tyrion stated.

Silence reigned for a short moment before Cersei spoke again. "Continue." She said.

Tyrion's eye twitched at her commanding tone but he nonetheless proceeded. "If the Martell's are open to talks of potential alliances, then I believe it would be best that we give them something worthwhile. They would essentially be going against their own nephew after all." He tells her.

"And what do you think will gain the allegiance of the Martell's, oh wise Tyrion?" Cersei says in a condescending manner.

There was a prominent pause from Tyrion as he silently weighed the odds of his sister strangling him to death at his next words. Sadly, he knew the odds were not in his favor, his sister had hated him since the day he was born. But he still had to do what needed to be done, for the betterment of the seven kingdoms and to prove himself.

Resigned, Tyrion spoke. "I was thinking of offering Prince Doran a seat on the small council and a betrothal between his youngest son, Prince Trystane… and Princess Myrcella." When his sister's lips immediately set into a thin line, he knew that she opposed the idea.

"Before you try to kill me I should tell you that Father has already given me his support." Tyrion quickly tells her.

Cersei balked at that revelation. "Has Father forgotten that it was on his orders that Elia and Rhaenys were killed? Who knows what those conniving Martell's will do to my precious Myrcella for their revenge!" She exclaimed.

"That's why I'm offering Prince Doran a seat on the small council. Doran isn't stupid. He knows that if anything happens to Myrcella his own life will be on the line." Tyrion reasoned.

"No. I refuse to put Myrcella's life in the hands of those people." Cersei firmly said.

"Well then, I guess now would be the time to tell you that I have already sent the Martell's our offer." Tyrion said uncomfortably.

Tyrion could practically feel the rage exuding from Cersei as she stared at him like she wanted nothing more than to bash his head in with a ladle.

"Be thankful you're more useful alive than dead. I would have you flogged and strung up by your ball sack if you weren't." Cersei sneered.

"...thank you?" Tyrion said unsurely causing Cersei's lip to curl further.

"Leave before I change my mind." Cersei ordered coldly.

He didn't have to be told twice. His sister was no doubt moments away from exploding into a fit of rage and he'd rather not be anywhere near her when she did.

"That went better than I thought it would." Tyrion grumbled as he hurriedly waddled down the hall, enraged screams and the sound of crashing furniture followed him.

oOo

Ashemark, a few days later with Robb Stark…

The King in the North watched with a deep frown as the captured Lord Dammon Marbrand, clad in chains, was brought before him.

Robb's scouring of the Westerlands was going surprisingly well. The capture of Ashemark, the seat of House Marbrand and a prominent stronghold in the west, marked yet another triumph for his army. The northern men were all in high spirits, drunk off the sweet taste of victory. But the young king knew that without the support of House Greyjoy and the Iron Island they lacked the strength to capture the Lannister's ancestral seat, Casterly Rock.

Putting his thoughts aside for the moment, Robb stepped forth. "Lord Marbrand, you are hereby charged with protecting and abetting the criminal House of Lannister. How do you plead?" He spoke loudly so all the men in the castle's courtyard could hear.

Lord Marbrand glared at Robb. "I did my sworn duty, as would any loyal vassal. My only regret is that I failed to not kill enough of you northerners." He sneered.

The northern men began shouting insults, jeers and curses at the lord. Among them was Greatjon, the boisterous lord of House Umber. "Tough talk for a man who nearly shit himself when his walls were breached." The large man roared.

"You were always a bumbling oaf, Greatjon!" Lord Marbrand spat.

"I have better things to do then hear you two go back and forth. I'll take your words as a guilty plea, Lord Marbrand." Robb interjected, "Take him to the dungeons." He ordered the men before turning his back.

Lord Marbrand however was not done with his insults. "Who are you to judge me! Your father was nothing but a traitor and you are nothing but a child on a foolish path of revenge!" He shouted at Robb's back before spitting in the king's direction causing even more uproar among the northerners.

All of the northern lord's stood silent as they waited to see Robb's reaction. The insult just spoken was of a magnitude that not only sullied the memory of the late, and highly respected, Eddard Stark but it also pissed on the many lives of the northern men who had since fought and died to avenge their liege.

While most northerners were not nearly as cruel as some of the other kingdoms inhabitants, when provoked, they could be just as cold and unforgiving as their homeland.

The Northern King closed his eyes and leaned his head back, taking in the rays of the warm sun he rarely ever experienced in the North. The warmth served as a reminder of how much he missed the coldness of his home.

Robb inhaled and exhaled a deep breath, before turning back around to face the lord. Loud and clear, bestial growling began, immediately silencing the rowdy northerners.

As if summoned out of thin air, a smoke-grey direwolf, nearly half the size of a horse, lurked out from behind Robb. It's large, yellow eyes were trained directly on the now sickly pale Lord Marbrand as it ever so slowly crept toward the lord, drool already beginning to leak from its maw.

Greatjon unconsciously rubbed the bandaged hand where two of his fingers were missing as he nervously stared at the man-sized beast. The other lord's and men also became tense at the sight of their king's loyal companion.

A stone-faced Robb stared at Lord Marbrand with a chilly gaze before he spoke. "Grey Wind." At the sound of its master's voice, the direwolf snarled and it's hackles raised in anticipation, "Kill." The Wolf King commanded coldly.

"Wait, no-!" Lord Marbrand's pleading cry was all for nought as the beast had already lunged into action.

Grey Wind was on top of the lord in seconds, it's razor-sharp teeth sunk deep into the man's neck. Everyone watched with queasy stomachs and grimaces as Lord Marbrand was viciously ripped into. His horrifying, pain-filled cries hung in the air long after his vocal cord was punctured. The direwolf, an expert at hunting and killing its prey in any way imaginable, began delicately tearing at the lord's stomach causing the man to let out gurgled and stifled screams as he was slowly eaten alive.

Robb looked away from the gruesome sight when one of his commanders, Galbart Glover, approached him. "My king, I bring you-" The man glanced at Grey Wind who was still tearing into Lord Marbrand, "-disturbing news. Renly Baratheon was defeated by the Targaryens."

Robb frowned at this information before he looked back toward the bloody sight ahead. "Grey Wind!" He called out to his companion.

Grey Wind immediately turned around, the direwolf's head tilted curiously. "That's enough, boy. Come here." Robb gestured for the direwolf to come to him.

With a whine, Grey Wind begrudgingly let the dying lord bleed out on the ground before trotting over. It's tail began wagging rapidly when it received a warm greeting and pets from its master. Robb began leading Glover away, who made sure to keep his eye on the bloody but happy direwolf.

"Tell me what you know, Lord Glover." Robb's expression returned to its previous grimness as the lord began informing him.

"Renly took an army of twenty thousand men to retake Storm's End from the Targaryens. But the Targaryen boy, Perseus I believe, had at least half of his army sail to Bronzegate before Renly's arrival and succeeded in launching a surprise attack on Renly's camp late into the night. Though apparently, Renly was murdered by one of his knights before the battle even began. The Targaryens easily won the battle and scattered the remainder of Renly's army."

Robb's frown grew deeper the more he listened. The Targaryens victory, while surprising, wasn't very shocking to him. Older men tended to underestimate those younger than them, especially in war. He was clearly proof of that.

A jolt of fear entered Robb when remembered that his mother, Catelyn, had gone to persuade Renly to support them. He gripped the lord's shoulders in panic. "What about my mother! Was she with Renly when he was defeated?" Robb asked frantically.

"Lady Stark was reported to be in Renly's camp at the time of the attack." Lord Glover spoke his next words with trepidation, "...there is no news of her escaping the battle."

Robb's arms fell limply to his sides and he stood in shocked silence. The death of father was still fresh in his mind, as was the current imprisonment of his sisters. Why did his family have to suffer so much pain and loss? His father hadn't even wanted to become Robert's Hand in the first place. Everything that had happened to his family was because of the actions of others.

Grey Wind gave a low whimper and nudged his master's hand in a show of support. Robb allowed a small smile to grace his lips. "I'll be fine, boy. My mother's alive, I know she is." He said confidently.

If anyone could survive through such a battle, it would be Catelyn. She may have been a Tully by blood but she was just as much a Stark as he was. And Starks were tough, especially when family was on the line. That's why he needed to stay level-headed and keep pushing forward.

"Should I send out a search party to find Lady Stark?" Lord Glover suggested.

"No, not now at least. You said my mother wasn't seen leaving the battle, correct?" Robb received a nod, "Then it's safe to say that she's being held captive in Storm's End."

Lord Glover gained an uneasy look. "I've heard rumors about the exiled Targaryens. Their leader, Perseus, supposedly castrated a servant for serving him the wrong drink." He said, eliciting a grimace from the king.

Robb had also heard of the many atrocities the Targaryens had committed when they had been the ruling house of Westeros. He'd have liked to give the exiled Targaryens the benefit of the doubt seeing as how they were only baby's at the time but it seemed as though madness and cruelty was a family trait.

"Send an envoy to Storm's End. If the Targaryens do have my mother then they'll no doubt want something from me in return for her so I doubt they'll harm her." Robb says.

"If they want an alliance with the North, I don't think the other lord's will agree, your grace." Lord Glover said truthfully.

"We'll just have to cross that bridge when it comes, Lord Glover." Robb says before moving on, "We need to keep provoking Tywin. The longer we stay in the Westerlands untouched, the weaker he looks."

"I'm readying men to begin raiding along the coast with Lord Karstark. And Lord Umber seems to have his eyes set on the gold mines of Castamere." Lord Glover tells him.

"Good, that should be enough to draw out the Old Lion. Send a raven to my uncle Edmure as well, he'll want to know about my mother's capture." Robb paused before adding, "And make sure my uncle knows that I want Tywin's army to cross the Trident. If they're trapped in the west, then Stannis can attack the capital from the south. Once that happens, the Lannister's power will be broken."

Lord Glover smiled at his plan before leaving with a bow. Once the lord disappeared from his sight, a deep contemplative frown marred Robb's face. He didn't know why, but he felt like a gut feeling he had been having constantly had suddenly disappeared.

Grey Wind abruptly barked, snapping Robb from his grim thoughts. "Yeah, you're right. I'm starting to act like Jon with all this frowning. Come on boy, let's find you something proper to eat." He received a happy bark in response and with that, the Wolf King and his companion walked away.

oOo

Storm's End, with Percy…

Percy hummed as he read the letter in his hands. After a moment, he placed the paper on his desk and looked at the cloaked man in front of him."So, Harry told me that you're a famous spymaster. How does that work?" He started off.

After a week or so of waiting for House Tyrell's response, Percy had started to become restless. News of Renly's defeat had long since spread throughout the kingdoms and it wouldn't be long before the lords of Westeros truly realized how much of a threat he was. And once that happened, there was no telling what would change.

Percy and his family were the outsiders in this war. Their family had already been overthrown by a rebellion that most of the Westerosi people supported due to the cruelty of his grandfather. For now, the kingdoms were divided, but all it would take was the words of one wise man to unite, even if temporary, the kingdoms against a common enemy. If that happened, it wouldn't matter how strategic he was, their army would crumble under the full assault of seven kingdoms.

And the longer Percy took conquering lands piece by piece, the more likely the rest of Westeros would unite against him. No one liked a conqueror after all. A conqueror didn't abide by any pre-established rules or oaths. A conqueror was someone who completely ignored the current hierarchy.

This was the reason why Percy had asked Harry to find someone who could get the information he needed to always be one step ahead of his enemies. That person turned out to be a soft-spoken Lyseni man with long white-gold hair and pale blue eyes named Lysono Maar.

"A famous spy is a useless spy. My past feats are known but my identity remains unknown. Even the name I have given you is one of many." Lysono told Percy.

"Well, I guess that makes sense. I've never hired a spy before, so bare with me." Percy said before leaning forward in his chair to re-read the paper on his desk. "It says here that you're skilled at locating people and getting sensitive information. Do you have a bunch of spies running around like the Master of Whispers."

Lysono shook his head. "I do not follow the Spider's method of espionage. I work best alone." He tells him.

Percy glanced up at the spy. "That doesn't sound very efficient." He says truthfully.

The mysterious man shrugged. "My record speaks for itself." Lysono stated simply.

"Well, when you put it like that I guess I have to take your word." Percy looked back to the paper, "You're an assassin as well?" His eyebrows rose when he saw the number of successful assassinations Lysono had done that was well into the double digits.

"I am. Though most cannot afford the price of that particular service." Lysono remarked.

The idea of having a personal assassin very much interested Percy. Before, the thought of sending an assassin after someone wouldn't have been very appealing to him, but after his recent run in with death, he just couldn't find it within himself to care about using such underhanded methods. People, even gods, had been trying to kill him in any way they could since the day he was born. Now he would just be fighting fire with fire.

Percy leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet up on his desk. "Alright, I'll try you out." He said.

Lysono's brow rose at that. "You'll try me?" He repeated, looking amused.

"Wait, that came out wrong. What I meant was, I'll pay you for your permanent services." Percy reiterated.

"...Is there a particular reason why you want me to be in your service permanently?" Lysono's cat-like eyes peered at him curiously from under his hood.

"If you are as good as people say you are, then it would be beneficial to always have your help. And I'd rather not deal with the possibility of someone who can afford you, sending you to try and kill me." Percy tells him.

Lysono stared at him oddly for a moment before he began chuckling. "You know, you are the first person to bring this up. I recall a great number of times where I was contracted to kill one of my former employers." He reminisced.

"It's rare to find a person with a lot of gold. But it's even rarer to find a smart person with a lot of gold." Percy joked eliciting another chuckle from the spy/assassin, "So, what do you say?" Lysono stood in silence for a long moment, pondering the offer.

Percy meanwhile resisted the strong urge to bite his nails. A lot of his future plans and strategies would depend on him regularly having the intel needed to make the best choices. Although he himself could shadow travel around Westeros spying on people, it would take away too much of the time he needed to focus on other things. It was also very risky. All it would take was one miscalculation for him to end up in a bad situation. Thankfully though, the Lyseni man's next words greatly relieved him.

"Very well, I shall stay in your service for as long as you can afford me." Lysono agreed at last.

Percy clapped his hands with a smile. "Perfect! I'll have Harry draw up a proper contract later. Meanwhile, how would you like to start your first job?" He asked, getting right down to business.

"You need only say the task and I shall do it-" Lysono paused, "-my king." He awkwardly added, obviously not used to using such a term.

"Just call me Perc-, erm, Perseus. I don't really care about the whole my king stuff anyway." Percy tells him, receiving a surprised but thankful nod, "Alright, for your first job, I need you to go to King's Landing and find out how King Joffrey plans to defend the capital against a siege. I'll be able to come up with the right plan after I know that."

Lysono absorbed his words with a simple nod. "It shall be done." With a nod of dismissal from Percy, the spy promptly left the office.

Even with his heightened senses, Percy didn't hear Lysono make a single sound as he left. 'Maybe he really is as good as he claims.' He thought before pushing those thoughts aside.

Percy looked down at the mass of maps, notes and other paperwork on his desk and let out a suffering groan. The amount of work and planning that went into war was insane. It was one of the two reasons why he had to take one of the castle's rooms and make it into an office. The other reason being that there was no way in Hades he would sleep in the same room as the hellish paperwork in front of him. It would probably grow limbs and strangle him in his sleep.

He wished he had someone who could handle the preparation phase of war, like how Athena did for the Olympians or her children did for Camp Half-Blood. If all he had to do was show up and swing a sword, he'd be a happy demigod. Sadly, he currently had no such person in his employ.

After spending what felt like eons (which in reality was only half an hour) grueling over the work on his desk, the office door suddenly swung open. A smile was already beginning to form on Percy's lips because he knew of only two people who would enter his office in such a way, Viserys or Daenerys. It happened to be the latter that barged in.

Daenerys trailed in with a bright smile on her face that brightened even more when her eyes landed on him. "Perseus, look at one of the dresses Ser Harry brought me, isn't it beautiful!" She exclaimed.

Percy smiled at her excitement. "Let's have a look then shall we." He relented, gladly putting aside his work to stand up.

Daenerys walked around to stand in front of him and began slowly rotating so he could see the dress from all angles. She wore what looked to be a Qarth-styled, light turquoise dress with a gold patterned waist belt and a white fabric cape that flowed from the back of her shoulders all the way down to the floor.

"It looks good. I like it." Percy told her.

"Really? Viserys said it was made for women with actual breasts." Percy snorted at that immediately drawing Daenerys's ire, "What's so funny!"

Percy quickly held up his hands in surrender. "Nothing! I'm just happy to know Viserys isn't moping around the castle anymore." He said quickly, thankfully she seemed to accept his excuse.

"He's still annoyed with you. But I don't think he really cares about marrying the Tyrell girl. She's said to be one of the prettiest noblewomen in Westeros after all." Daenerys tells him.

"Well that's one of the reasons why I decided to go through with this. Viserys doesn't care who he ends up marrying anyway as long as they're fuckable." Percy stated dryly.

"My brother is a man-whore." Daenerys sighed dejectedly before her face turned devious, "And what about you, Perseus? Do you plan on getting married to some noble lady as well?"

Her question caught him off-guard. Marriage was quite possibly the furthest thing from his mind. But then again, maybe he should start thinking more into it, for future reference. After the war ended, hopefully in their favor, he'd no doubt be swamped by marriage proposals from lords itching to have their daughters as queen.

But unlike Viserys, he actually cared about the kind of person he would spend the rest of his life with. Ending up with another Lady Rogare was not in his best interest. And he had a bad feeling that most of Westeros's noble ladies were just like her. Most of the women he had met so far acted the same after all. Well, except for Daenerys.

Other than Annabeth, the girl in front of him was the only one who could make his heart beat quicker whenever he looked at her. Daenerys was the whole package: smart, funny, beautiful, kind, adventurous. And while she often bemoaned about her looks, there was not a single flaw to her in his eyes.

Lost in his thoughts, he only realized that Daenerys had stepped into his personal space when she waved her hand in front of his face. "Hello!" Snapping back to reality, he tilted his head down to look at her.

"What?" Percy blinked dumbly.

"You were staring for so long I thought you were getting a vision from the gods." Daenerys jokes.

Percy put on a smile. "Sorry, I just realized that anyone I've ever taken interest in has tried to kill me in some way or the other. So marriage seems unlikely at this point." He chuckled humorously.

Daenerys's expression saddened. "Oh, I'm sorry, Perseus. I forgot about what happened. Gods, why am I so stupid?" She cursed herself, lowered her head.

"Hey, it's fine." Percy gently tilted her chin up to meet his forgiving gaze, "Who cares about marriage anyway? I'd rather stay single."

"But then you'll be lonely." Daenerys murmured sadly.

"As long as I have Viserys and you, I won't need anyone else." Percy told her.

Daenerys remained uncertain. "But won't you get tired of hearing us argue with each other all the time?" She asked him, gaining a chuckle.

Percy gently brushed her cheek. "I could never get tired of you, Dany." He said sincerely.

It was at this moment when Percy noticed that Daenerys's face was close enough to the point where he could smell the mint on her breath. His gaze trailed down to her lips. Though he had kissed Daenerys in his dream, he couldn't help but wonder what her lips really felt like.

"What is it?" Daenerys asked him.

His eyes met back her own. "What do you mean?" Percy asked back.

"Well lately, every time I see you, you look like you want to tell me something important, but then you don't. So what is it, tell me." Daenerys pleas softly.

Percy had to admit, Daenerys was far more perceptive than he gave her credit for. Lately he had been holding back the urge to tell her how he felt about her. When he had first realized that his feelings for her had evolved into something more than just familial, he foolishly thought he could just ignore his feelings and eventually they would disappear. But as the days went by his emotions toward her had only strengthened. Now there wasn't a day gone by where he didn't want to confess his love to her.

Unfortunately he could never find the right time to do so. Or perhaps, he was just too afraid. The latter was more believable. What would happen if he did confess? She could always accept and reciprocate his feelings, that was obviously the best outcome, but it was also the least realistic one.

There was so much standing in-between them. The ongoing war, Viserys's thoughts on the matter, hell even the whispers about the abominations of incest from the common folk. Not that he cared what some random person thought about his relationships. But he didn't want to make Daenerys go through any hardships just because he couldn't keep it in his pants.

Still, the feeling of longing inside of him wouldn't go away until he confessed. He had learned that crucial lesson when he bottled up his true feelings for Annabeth for nearly two years.

Percy took in a deep breath before his lips parted and words began slowly streaming out. "Daenerys, I-" An abrupt knock followed by the opening of the door cut him off.

He turned to see Tristan entering the room. The moment Daenerys saw him she bolted away, leaving Percy's hand suspended in the air where her cheek had been just a moment before.

As an extremely happy Daenerys began showing off her dress to the startled young commander, Percy looked at the scene with an impassive expression. But on the inside, he was moments away from releasing the rage inside of him and reducing everything in the room that didn't have the fire resistance of a Targaryen to ashes.

Of all the many things standing in between him and Daenerys, there was only one that truly bothered him. From the day he had met him, there wasn't a single moment where Tristan Waters didn't fill him with annoyance or anger. It was as if the bastard was a walking trigger for Percy's rage. Only now he now knew the reason for his dislike of him.

With a voice as hard as diamonds, Percy spoke. "Did you need something, Commander?" He asked.

Tristan blinked before his eyes lit in recognition. "Oh, the letter you've been waiting for arrived." He stepped forward and held out a sealed letter for Percy to take which he did.

Noting the rose sigil of House Tyrell on the front of the letter, Percy quickly opened it and began reading. "...finally." He released a sigh of relief.

"Did they agree to meet with us?" Daenerys asked him.

Too relieved to speak, Percy simply handed the letter to Daenerys who skimmed through it, "An invitation to Highgarden! When are we going?" She said excitedly.

"Soon. There's a few things I need to do before we meet with the Tyrell's." Percy told her.

There were still some things he had to prepare for in case the Tyrell's didn't accept his offer to marry Viserys to Margaery. But he was positive he could persuade them. The fact that they hadn't outright denied his offer showed him that they were open to potential alliances so long as something promising was in it for them.

As for his other more personal problems, now that he had his meeting with the Tyrell's, he could begin doing things he wouldn't have done before due to the fallback it could potentially cause.

Percy glanced over to Tristan before looking back at Daenerys. "Can you leave for a minute, Dany? There's something I needed to talk with Tristan about." He said.

"But I just got here." Daenerys whined.

"Sorry, but this is important. It won't take long." Percy promised before taking his seat.

Daenerys sighed. "Fine, I'll go. If anyone wants to find me, I'll be in my chambers." Her last statement was obviously more toward Tristan than him.

The moment she left, all semblance of cordiality was erased from Percy's face. And by the uncomfortable shuffle Tristan did, this was something he had noticed. Time ticked on as he thought carefully about how he would go ahead with what he was about to do. There were many ways he could go about this, but he wanted to choose the path that would get him what he wanted without endangering everything he had built so far.

After a long moment spent in awkward silence, he finally spoke. "You're a pretty smart guy. So by now I'm sure you've come to understand that I don't really like some of the things you've been doing." He stated simply.

Tristan took a deep breath. "I take it this is about Daenerys and I?" He asked.

Percy nodded in affirmation. "Do you acknowledge me as your king, Tristan?" He asks, surprising the young man.

"Well, of course I do. I would still be in Essos with a Myrish whore in my lap if I didn't." Tristan chuckled.

"And you acknowledge that Daenerys is a princess?" Percy posed another question.

Tristan frowned a bit. "I do." He replied.

"So why do you continue to play this... game?" Percy leaned back in his chair, "I mean sure you're a commander so there's some leeway, but you don't see Balaq or Grey Worm walking around spouting flowery words to Daenerys."

His words made Tristan's frown become more prominent. "I assure you, my king, Daenerys is the one who approached me." The commander told him.

Percy chuckled humorlessly. "Oh, I am well aware of Daenerys's interest in you. My question is, why do you continue to entertain her?" He inquired.

"Even if I told her to leave me alone, she wouldn't. Daenerys isn't the type of girl to give up. She'll just-" A loud bang suddenly resounded around the room.

The wooden desk creaked and violently rattled under the force of Percy's fist. "I don't need you to tell me what kind of person Daenerys is, I'm the one who raised her! What I need to know is why you continue to hang around her." He seethed.

Tristan stiffened. "...I don't know, your grace." He answered dully.

Percy barked out a humorless laugh. "He doesn't know, he says. I guess I have to dumb it down for you. What makes you think it's alright for you to be alone in the same room as your princess?" He asked.

"I haven't-" Tristan's words were abruptly cut short.

"I wouldn't lie if I were you. My patience is hanging by a thread." Percy warned.

Tristan continued with a scowl. "I haven't bedded Daenerys." He proclaimed firmly.

"Oh I know you didn't. We wouldn't be talking if you had." Percy's eyes glinted dangerously, "Now, answer my question."

"It's been awhile since I've actually spent time with someone my age so I suppose I just enjoy her company." Tristan tells him.

"So you're just lonely. Why didn't you just say that! Please, let me reward you with a friend." Percy snarked, "Any special requests? Oh, I could find you a Lyseni that looks like Daenerys if you want! Or would you rather your new friend have bigger tits?"

Tristan's jaw clenched at his mocking tone. "Is there anything else, my king? It's my turn to lead the patrol tonight." He said.

"Don't worry about that. I have something else for you to do." Percy says offhandedly, "I'm sending you to Dorne to act as my envoy to the Martell's. Not alone of course, you can bring Duncan and the others if you'd like."

Surprise found its way onto Tristan's face. "I thought the Martell's didn't respond to your letters." He said, confused.

"Yeah, they haven't. That's why I'm sending you as an envoy." Percy gave him a look that screamed 'duh'.

"But wouldn't me arriving unannounced be seen as disrespectful?" Tristan pointed out.

Percy gave an uncaring shrug. "Not nearly as disrespectful as ignoring your nephew's letters." He replied back.

Tristan continued his questioning. "I'm just a bastard though. Why not send Viserys or Daenerys?" He suggested.

"Because Viserys and Daenerys will be going with me to Highgarden to meet with the Tyrell's." Percy's eyes narrowed in irritation.

"But Prince Viserys is the one who's going to be married. So shouldn't Daenerys be the one to-" Percy cut yet another of the bastard's questions short.

"For a loyal subject, you sure do ask a lot of questions, commander." Percy pinned Tristan with a hard look before speaking with finality, "You're going to Dorne, tonight. And before you do, you'll write a letter directed at Daenerys letting her know that you don't want to be her friend anymore."

The young sellsword scowled at the last part. "So that's why you're sending me to Dorne." Tristan said stiffly.

Percy rolled his eyes. "So dramatic. It's not like I'm sending you away forever. You can come back after you get the Martell's to finally stop making sand castles and join the war." He said simply.

This seemed to lessen Tristan's worries. "Daenerys won't believe I wrote such a letter. She'll think it was either you or Viserys before she ever believes it was me." Tristan pointed out.

"And that's why you'll have to give me something that means a lot to you. Something you would never normally give to anyone." Percy's gaze travelled to Tristan's sword belt, "Something like that."

"Now you want me to give up my sword!" Tristan exclaimed incredulously.

"Technically it's not your sword. Blackfyre belongs to the Targaryen House and what do you know, I happen to be part of that same house." Percy snarked.

"I now see the deal we made meant absolute shit to you." Tristan said angrily.

"If it makes you feel any better I'll give you Truth. So technically you'll still have a Valyrian steel sword." Percy pointed out.

"It's not like I have a choice." Tristan glowered.

"Don't be like that. This actually benefits you more than it does me. I'm giving you my sword in exchange for my sword and you're basically going on a vacation to Sunspear. All you have to do is write a simple farewell letter." Percy says innocently.

Tristan stood in silence for a long moment, obviously mulling over what he had just been presented with. It was honestly a win-win situation. Percy would have Daenerys to himself while also reclaiming his family's lost sword and Tristan would receive an equally good sword while no longer unknowingly living with a death cloud over his head.

At last Tristan spoke. "I don't wish to hurt Daenerys." He said quietly.

It was just as Percy feared, the sellsword genuinely cared about Daenerys. That knowledge only showed to him that he needed to end whatever was happening between them and end it quickly. So Percy tapped into that all too familiar glass ball inside of his gut.

The effect was instantaneous as the temperature inside of the room suddenly spiked to smoldering. Wilting under the sudden wave of heat, the wax from the candles in the room began to melt like ice cream under a summer sun and the air grew thick and heavy.

"Would you like to choose the other option?" Percy asked with a hard look.

Tristan held Percy's burning gaze for a short moment of defiance before his eyes snapped firmly to the floor and he replied quietly. "No." Like a light switch, the room's temperature reverted back to normal.

Percy beamed brightly as if he hadn't just been moments away from turning the boy in front of him to ashes. "Perfect! After you're done writing the letter, give it to me. I'll give it to Daenerys once you're gone so she doesn't try and chase after you." What Percy failed to mention was that he would be adding a bit more context to Tristan's letter just to squash any possible reconciliation between the two.

After they exchanged swords Tristan turned heel and made for the door without so much as a word. Percy would be lying if he said that he didn't take some enjoyment in seeing the bastard walk away like a kicked puppy.

"I was being serious you know." Tristan paused in the doorway, "Don't come back until you have a Dornish army behind you." The commander seemed to take in his words before he made his leave.

When the door closed shut, Percy let out a sigh and hung his head back to stare up at the ceiling. Now that the situation with Daenerys and Tristan was dealt with, he could move onto bigger and more important things with a clearer mind. Things like ending the war before the seven kingdoms became too unstable for him to ever hope to control.

But for now he would enjoy this moment and hope it led to a victory.

oOo

Dorne, Sunspear…

Inside of a chamber riddled with expensive and intricate furniture, wanton moans filled the air. There were three occupants in the room, all except one were female, and they were all currently in the midst of carnal bliss.

Upon a large and lavish bed were three naked person's. First was Tyene Sand, the fair skinned bastard of Prince Oberyn Martell. She had short, golden-blond hair and deep blue eyes. Her soft and sweet voice produced moans that would make any man instantly cream his trousers.

The other woman was arguably the more beautiful of the pair. Arianne Martell was the Princess of Sunspear and heiress to Prince Doran. She had smooth olive skin, dark eyes and long black hair paired with a buxom body that could lure any man into her bed.

And lastly was Andrey, the heir of Ser Dezial Dalt, the knight of Lemonwood. He was a tan skinned, dark haired young man and a childhood friend of the two girl's.

Arianne was in-between Tyene's legs, her tongue plundering the woman's insides. Tyene moaned and pushed the head of the princess, urging her to go even deeper. Behind Arianne knelt the young Dalt, his hands gripped her waist as he thrusted into her.

This wasn't the first time Andrey had slept with either of the two women but he didn't think he would ever get used to seeing Arianne's toned and arched back as her round ass clapped back against his groin.

Arianne paused in her fellatio and removed her tongue making Tyene groan in despair at it's loss. "Why did you stop, Ari?" Tyene whined cutely, her climax had been close.

A sultry look adorned the Dornish princesses face and she crawled on top of the blonde, her large breasts pressed against Tyene's much smaller but more perky ones. "I want Drey to feel how tight you are right now." Arianne told Tyene before bringing her into a kiss.

Already used to Arianne being the commanding lead in bed, Andrey moved behind the two beauties who were currently having a very intense tongue battle. He grabbed hold of his cock before he lined it up with Tyene's sopping entrance.

With a groan, he penetrated her tight pussy and sank in balls deep. "Oh fuck!" Tyene moaned out as the man started pounding into her.

Arianne smiled at Tyene's pleasure ridden state before adding to that pleasure by fondling her tits and sucking on her neck. Andrey gritted his teeth as Tyene's pussy gripped him even tighter due to Arianne's efforts.

The man looked down at the princesses heart-shaped ass before eagerly reaching out to squeeze and grope her plump cheeks, even delivering a few slaps just to see her ass ripple.

"You're going to have to try harder than that, Drey. Tyene will never cum at this rate." Arianne told him.

Andrey turned red with embarrassment. He had been fucking the woman as fervently as he could. Though he should have been used to it by now it seemed the women's insane libido continued to challenge him. Arianne and Tyene had always been insatiable minx's, even when they were children and only just beginning to explore sexually.

He pulled his cock out of Tyene before easily slipping back into Arianne who giggled in delight as she was forced to lean back against his chest when he reached around to grab a firm hold on her big tits. His hands roughly fondled the soft, yielding mounds while he fucked her with short and rapid thrusts.

Not even a moment had gone by before Arianne adapted to her situation effortlessly and began moving her hips back against him, matching his rhythm and force so perfectly his jaw clenched and his balls screamed for release.

Almost as if she knew that he was already close to his climax, Arianne shot him an arrogant smirk over her shoulder. Even when she was getting fucked hard from behind she somehow gained the upper hand and soon it was Andrey who was matching her brutal pace.

This extended on for a few moments but alas, Andrey couldn't hold back any longer. "I'm gonna cum!" He announced with ragged breath.

"Do it on Tyene's face!" Arianne said excitedly, quickly getting out of the way.

Andrey hurriedly crawled up to Tyene and began vigorously stroking his shaft over her face. Tyene smirked saucily before she opened her mouth wide as she waited for him to come. Soon enough, thick strings of white fluid began shooting out on Tyene's waiting tongue with a few more spurts spraying onto her face.

The sight of Tyene's angelic looking face covered in his semen caused him to shoot out a few more strings which made her giggle. When his balls finally emptied, she swallowed the load on her tongue before capturing the tip of his dick in her mouth. Her tongue danced around his head before she took him as deep as she could without setting off her gag reflex. Once he was cleaned off, the blonde used her fingers to get some of the sticky substance away from her eyes.

Exhausted and sweaty, Andrey plopped down onto his back. He sighed and closed his eyes to rest. But almost immediately Arianne straddled him and began grinding herself onto his flaccid dick.

The Dornish princess looked down at him with a predatory grin. "We're not done with you, Drey. You didn't make us cum yet." She purred before she leaned forward in order to line his now hardened cock up to her pussy.

In one swift motion, Arianne speared herself onto his cock. She moaned aloud as the man-meat entered her. Though Andrey wasn't the biggest cock she had ever taken, he was big enough to satisfy her. After she got used to the feeling of him, she began riding him like a prized horse.

Andrey groaned pitifully as the princess rode him like he'd never been rode before. He could already feel his second climax nearing and she had barely started.

Tyene laid next to Andrey, her soft breasts pressed against his arm as she whispered into his ear. "You're already going to cum again? You haven't even made us cum yet. You're so pathetic, Drey." Tyene said mockingly, showing off her treacherous personality that didn't at all match her sweet and innocent looks.

Andrey clenched his jaw tight. He didn't want to prove Tyene right, but it was becoming increasingly hard to fight. While Tyene's pussy had been tight to the point of it being almost unyielding, Arianne's was simply in a different bracket. She was neither too tight nor too loose but every time his cock was fully inside of her it felt like she was trying to milk him for all his worth.

Arianne rode the man's cock with finesse. Her tits, which were somehow immune to the law of gravity as they had no sag despite their large size, bounced up and down giving him a glorious view. It was simply too much for him to bear.

With a weak whimper, he exploded deep inside of her. His baby-making fluid squirted all the way to her womb. This didn't bother Arianne though as she routinely consumed Moon Tea to avoid pregnancies.

If Andrey was tired before, now he was absolutely beat. Unfortunately for him the sexual appetites of the two women weren't anywhere near being satisfied. He wearily looked down to see the two women eagerly sucking him off.

Arianne sucked on his dick with a lewd look that made it clear the princess enjoyed having a cock stuffed in her mouth. Tyene's tongue slathered his ball sack with saliva before she began hungrily sucking on his nuts as if trying to coax out another load.

All Andrey could do was moan like a pathetic fool as even the tag-team of two beautiful women couldn't make him shoot another load. They had been at it for quite some time now and he had yet to make either of them cum while he had shot his load plenty of times.

He wondered how bad they would mock him if they found out that he had drunk Jungle Fever before he arrived. It wasn't as if anyone could blame him for trying to keep up with the two insatiable cousins. No ordinary man could ever dream to satisfy them both.

Letting the cock in her mouth out with a pop, Arianne shamelessly rubbed her cheek against the meaty shaft. "Are you really finished, Drey?" She pouted at him.

"I don't think he can keep up anymore, Ari. Maybe we should just find someone else who can actually satisfy us?" Tyene suggested innocently though her eyes twinkled with cruel amusement.

"No! I-I can keep going. I just need a small break, then I'll be fine. I swear it." Andrey said desperately.

Arianne watched him with high expectation as she half-heartedly jerked him off. However it soon became clear that 'Little Drey' didn't plan on getting back up anytime soon.

"I guess we really do have to find someone else." Arianne sighed in disappointment and stood to her feet.

Tyene giggled at the heartbroken look on Andrey's face. "Bye, Drey. Tell your brother I said hello!" She too hopped to her feet and skipped after Arianne who had left through a door that connected to her chambers bathing room.

Said room was oval-shaped and had a built-in pool in the middle that was routinely refilled with clean and warm water by Arianne's handmaidens. Already naked, the two women submerged themselves into the pool.

"It's sad that a bath gives me more pleasure than that limp dick imbecile." Tyene quipped as she washed the remnants of Andrey's climax from her hair.

Arianne began lathering her body with soap. "Is it me or did Drey last a bit longer than before?" She mused.

"He's always been mediocre so he most likely took Jungle Fever before we started. And he still failed to make any of us cum. Pathetic really." Tyene says blandly.

"If only we had a real man like Uncle Oberyn to satisfy us." Arianne sighed sadly.

Tyene giggled at that. "My father may be a deviant but even he wouldn't bed his own daughter and niece. Maybe Prince Doran received another betrothal contract for you from some hoity-toity knight. A knight always has a big sword." She grinned.

At the mention of her father, Arianne's mood quickly shifted to anger. "If it were up to my father, I'd be married to that crusty old man, Lord Frey." She said venomously.

"I can't believe Prince Doran actually considered marrying you to that relic." Tyene says in disgust.

"I've long since come to accept the fact that my father doesn't care about what I want." Arianne scowled before sighing, "Enough about my father though. What about Uncle Oberyn, he seemed to be in a hurry when he left the castle earlier."

"Yes, he even left my step mother behind." Tyene said, greatly surprising Arianne.

Prince Oberyn and his longtime paramour, Ellaria Sand, were an almost inseparable duo. Seeing as how Ellaria was the only woman who could keep up with Oberyn's sexual needs, which Arianne was immensely envious about, the two usually weren't far from each other.

"Did he tell you where he was going?" Arianne asked curiously.

Tyene shook her head. "He only said he was going to make sure everything was ready. Whatever that means." As she began washing her body, Arianne was deep in her thoughts.

While things had been relatively normal in Sunspear, Arianne knew that beyond the sand dunes of Dorne the kingdoms were in disarray. It all started with the death of King Robert Baratheon and the execution of his friend and late Hand of the King, Lord Eddard Stark.

Five men proclaimed themselves king after that day: Joffrey Baratheon, Stannis Baratheon, Renly Baratheon, Balon Greyjoy, and Robb Stark. The common folk called it the War of the Five King's and while no one knew how it would end, everyone knew that it would be a bloody war.

But then suddenly the exiled Targaryen's invaded Westeros backed by the infamous sellsword group, the Golden Company. The kingdoms were completely unprepared for the Targaryen invasion and this was cemented when Storm's End, one of Westeros's most daunting and seemingly impenetrable castles, was captured in a single night.

When the news had reached Dorne the people had been celebrating in the streets at the return of Princess Elia Martell's last child, Perseus Targaryen. It was widely known that after the gruesome murder of both Elia and her daughter Rhaenys by order of Tywin Lannister, the Dornish (And the Martell's especially) held no favor toward House Lannister.

Many, including Arianne, had thought Prince Doran would jump at the opportunity to support his sisters sone and help avenge her murder. But instead of calling all of Dorne's banners like Prince Oberyn wanted, Prince Doran banned all contact with the Targaryens and ordered the lords of the land to remain silent. To say that the people of Dorne had been shocked was an understatement.

Arianne remembered how furious Oberyn had been at her father, even going as far as to start a shouting match with him in front of the other lords. Only after the two brothers spoke privately did the younger Martell reign in his temper.

After that, nothing else was said about siding with the Targaryens let alone joining the war. But Arianne knew her father better than anyone, he had to be planning something. But no matter how many servants she seduced no one could tell her what Doran was planning. So she was forced to remain in a state of restlessness.

"Perhaps my father has finally decided to join the war. The Targaryens victory over Renly should have proven to him that Perseus is a good leader." Arianne mused.

Tyene waded over to Arianne and situated herself behind her before she began applying some oil to her hands. "That's likely the reason. I haven't seen my father this happy since Loreza was born." She began kneading the princesses shoulders with her oily hands drawing a pleased sigh.

"You were always good with your hands." Arianne complimented, eliciting a giggle from the blonde who continued with her massage.

Arianne's thoughts slowly shifted back to the Targaryens. She only heard stories about them seeing as how she wasn't old enough to remember the reign of King Aerys, not that she had missed anything good. Any sane person agreed that the Mad King had not been fit for the throne.

But not all Targaryens were born with their seemingly inherited trait of madness. King Jaehaerys I Targaryen was remembered as one of Westeros's most wise kings and Baelor Targaryen was widely known as one of the more popular king's due to his strong beliefs in the Faith of the Seven.

"I wonder what they're like." Arianne thought aloud.

"I heard Perseus Targaryen is especially ruthless. Someone told me that he beheaded one of his servants for sneezing while he was eating." Tyene gossiped.

Arianne rolled her eyes at that. "I'm sure that's just an exaggeration. Who would kill someone over a simple sneeze?" She reasoned.

Tyene shrugged. "Some say every Targaryen is born with a little madness in them because of their obsession with keeping their bloodline pure." She says.

"I can't speak for the other two but Perseus isn't just a Targaryen, he's also a Martell." Arianne reminded her before another thought popped in her mind, "I wonder what he looks like."

Tyene blinked at her words. "Who, Perseus?" She questioned.

Arianne nodded. "Targaryens are known for their looks and us Martell's aren't bad looking either. So Perseus must be quite handsome." She says flippantly.

A devious smile formed on Tyene's lips. "Are you planning on seducing our dear cousin, Ari?" She teased.

"I admit that I'm curious. They claim to be descended from dragons. So maybe they fuck like beasts too." Arianne remarked cheekily.

Tyene giggled before wrapping her arms around the princess. "I certainly hope so. I've always dreamed of getting fucked by a Targaryen." One of her hands began fondling one of Arianne's tits while the other slowly drifted down in-between the princesses legs.

Arianne's breathing quickened as her cousin rubbed her clit from underneath the water. "I…I suppose we'll just have to find out." She let out a haggard breath, her lust was quickly reignited.

"I suppose we will." Tyene hummed in agreement before claiming Arianne's lips to initiate an intense make out session.

oOo

Later that night, Storm's End, with Daenerys…

Daenerys sat in her chambers, quietly reading one of her books. When they had to escape Lys in a hurry, she had been forced to leave behind the majority of her collection. But that hardly mattered now since Perseus made true on his promise and had Harry buy her all the books of her old collection and then some. Needless to say, she wasn't going to have to worry about more books anytime soon.

Contrary to what her family thought, Daenerys's obsession with reading didn't have anything to do with her wanting to be wise like a maester but it was more along the lines of her wanting to know more about the world she was born into. The world she one day hoped to explore to her heart's content. In a way, Daenerys had Perseus to thank for that dream.

When she was younger, Perseus would tell her tales and adventures of heroes that he claimed were once real. Being the child she was, Daenerys hung onto his words and believed wholeheartedly that one day she would be able to do the amazing things the heroes in Perseus's stories had done. Obviously as she got older and dabbled into history herself she realized that Perseus's stories were all made up and most of the feats he had described weren't even possible.

But that didn't change her dreams, in fact, it made her even more determined. One day people would tell their children stories about her adventures.

The opening of a door drew Daenerys's attention and she looked up from her book. A smile instantly made its way onto her lips as she recognized the person entering to be Missandei.

"I was just about to leave to find you." Daenerys told the curly haired girl.

Missandei smiled an apology as she walked forward. "Teaching the Unsullied Common Tongue is harder than I expected." She crawled onto the bed.

Daenerys smiled mischievously as she set her book aside to let Missandei lay her head in her lap. "I'm sure that's not the only reason why you're late. Did Grey Worm ask you to stay longer?" She teased her as she began playing with the girl's mane of curls.

"Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?" Missandei feigned cluelessness.

"Don't pretend like you never see him sneaking looks at you." Daenerys says in amusement.

"That's just the way Grey Worm acts. He's always paranoid." Missandei murmured.

Daenerys rolled her eyes. "We're inside of an impenetrable castle, what is there to be paranoid about?" She asks.

"Well why would he be interested in me? I'm not nearly as beautiful as you. And can he even get… nevermind." Missandei quickly saved herself from the embarrassment of having to have that conversation.

"But you are beautiful, Missandei. Even my brother says so and he's a harsh critic." Daenerys tells her.

Missandei flushed deep scarlet. "P-Prince Viserys really said that about me?" She asked.

"I really wouldn't take it to heart, Missandei. When Viserys compliments someone it's usually because he wants to fuck them later." Daenerys stated dryly.

"Maybe he sees me differently." Missandei suggested weakly.

That was highly unlikely. Viserys rarely ever meant anything he said. The only person he gave any kind of respect to was Perseus and that only happened after Perseus repeatedly beat him into the dirt during their sword training. So if a person's name wasn't Perseus Targaryen or they didn't have a large pair of breasts, Viserys most likely didn't care for them.

Back in Lys, a lot of women had to learn that the hard way. And what truly baffled Daenerys was that some of those women had been perfectly content with just being a hole for Viserys to stick his cock into whenever he felt like it. She prayed that Missandei wouldn't fall for her brother's honey coated words.

"Enough about me. What about you and Tristan? I still don't know why his grace lets him remain so close to you." Missandei said truthfully.

Daenerys frowned. "Perseus knows I wouldn't speak to him again if he so much as touches a hair on Tristan's head. And why should I need Perseus's permission to have friends?" She huffed.

Missandei fidgeted. "I mean, aren't you going to end up marrying him?" The girl asks.

That question made Daenerys choke on air. "W-What! Why would I...marry Perseus?" The words felt odd to say out loud.

"Isn't it tradition for Targaryens to marry each other? And Prince Viserys might already be getting married so…" Missandei trailed off.

Daenerys knew better than anyone the lengths her family went through to keep their bloodline pure. A Targaryen marrying their cousin, nephew or even sibling wasn't unheard of. She loved Perseus dearly and she knew that he loved her but he would never marry her. Though It's not like she would be angry if it came to that. Perseus was one of the only people who really understood her.

Wait, why was she even considering this idea?

Daenerys shook her head to get rid of her thoughts, "I'm not marrying Perseus." She said.

"Then who do you think Perseus will marry once he becomes king?" Missandei asked her.

Daenerys shrugged. "I don't know. All I hope is that she has a sense of humor. Perseus hates it when people don't get his jokes." She says.

"I don't even understand some of the things his grace says. What does l-o-l mean?" Missandei frowned.

"Something Perseus made up. It means 'laugh out loud'" Daenerys giggled at the girl's deadpan expression.

"So instead of actually laughing, you're supposed to say, lol?" Missandei asked with a puzzled expression.

"Well, no. It's only supposed to be used in letters and the like. It lets the person you're sending a letter to know what your current mood is at the time of you writing the letter." Daenerys hummed, "At least that's how Perseus explained it to me. I still don't get it to be honest."

"The king is...strange." Missandei said slowly.

Daenerys nodded in agreement. Ever since that day in Myr when Perseus recovered from his illness, she felt that he had changed. Before, he used to be a quiet and easily frightened little boy just like her. But after that day he seemed much more sure of himself.

A knock on the door brought Daenerys out of her thoughts. "Tristan must be done with his patrol." She stood up and walked to open the door.

However the smile that had been forming on her face melted away when she was met with empty space. Daenerys looked down and her eyes narrowed at the sight of a letter and a sword on the ground. It wasn't just any sword either, it was Tristan's sword, Blackfyre. The black guard and ruby hilt was a dead giveaway.

Since the day they met she had yet to see him without the Valryian sword so the fact that it was simply placed in front of her door troubled her. Daenerys poked her head out of the door, her head darted side to side as she looked down both ways down the dimly lit hallway. Oddly enough, there was no one in sight.

"Is something wrong, Daenerys?" Missandei called from inside the room.

"I think Tristan left his sword for some reason." After retrieving the items on the floor, Daenerys closed the door behind her.

Missandei frowned in concern. "Tristan never goes anywhere without that sword." She murmured.

"Maybe he's just messing with me. He left a letter as well." Daenerys set the surprisingly heavy bastard sword onto a table before bringing the letter with her to the bed.

"I wonder what it says." Missandei mused.

Daenerys sat on the bed. "Let's find out, shall we." She said, opening the letter to begin reading aloud.

Dear Princess Daenerys,

By the time you read this letter I will have already set sail to Dorne as an envoy for his majesty. I've never been to Dorne before but Duncan and Denys recalled the few times they visited. Both of them say it's a relatively dry and sunny place. Hopefully the sun isn't too hot when I arrive.

But I digress, the reason I'm writing a letter instead of speaking to you directly is because I have some troubling news. As you know I am a commander in King Perseus's army and so I must set an example for the rest of the men. And though it may hurt and disappoint you, I must inform you that I can no longer continue to be your friend.

This is something that has been weighing on my mind for some time but after the recent battle I couldn't stay quiet anymore. While you're definitely one of the most beautiful women I've ever met, this is overlooked by your very stupid actions.

For instance charging into a battlefield without even knowing how to butter your own bread let alone use a sword. I still find it hard to understand how anyone could do something so stupid but I'm getting off topic.

I know there's plenty of bastards like me that wished they got so close to fucking a princess but to be honest you're not worth the trouble. Hopefully if fate is kind to me I'll soon have my hands full with Princesses in Dorne.

Best regards, Tristan Waters

For the first time in her life Daenerys Targaryen was absolutely speechless. Nothing could have prepared her for what she had just read. Even now she was having trouble processing the letters on the parchment. But after reading through the letter again she realized that she wasn't hallucinating or going insane. Tristan truly had written such a letter.

The last time she had seen him everything seemed to be fine. Had he really hid his true feelings just to try and bed her? She couldn't believe someone who she considered to be a friend would say something so cruel to her.

Daenerys dared not look at Missandei who was no doubt currently looking at her with pity. An immense amount of humiliation swelled within her. She thought that Tristan was different from the boys in Lys who tried to woo her with flowery words and gifts. How could she have been so stupid to believe any man would be interested in her beyond just trying to fuck her.

A distinct pain developed in her chest. A pain that was more emotional rather than physical. She knew what this type of pain was. It was the same pain she felt when she believed Perseus to be dead. And she knew of only one way this pain would disappear.

Daenerys shot to her feet and stormed her way out of the room, completely ignoring Missandei's calls. Lifting up the hem of her dress, she began running down the hall as fast as she could.

Two guards yelped in surprise when she suddenly turned the corner on them but she ignored the men and went up the spiraling set of stairs that led to the next floor of the tower. There was only one person on her mind at that moment and she had to go to him.

When she finally reached the room she was looking for, Daenerys rapidly knocked on the hardwood door. She waited for what felt like eternity but was really only a few moments before the door finally opened.

Appearing in the doorway was a half dressed, drowsy looking Perseus who stood rubbing his head. It was obvious she had woken him up. "Daenerys? What are you-" In a flash she latched onto him.

No longer able to hold back her tears, Daenerys began openly sobbing. "How could he make me feel so stupid! You were right about him, I should have listened to you." Perseus wrapped his arms around her in comfort.

"It's alright, Dany. I'm here now. Just let it all out." And so she did, Daenerys let out all of her pain, humiliation, loss and sadness.

She didn't know how long she stood there weeping into Perseus's chest but she didn't care. For now she simply wanted to stay in the arms of the only person who made her feel safe. The only person who truly cared for her.

Lost in her grief, Daenerys never saw the triumphant smile on Perseus's face.

Perseus Targaryen- 18

Daenerys Targaryen- 14

Viserys Targaryen- 24

Jon Connington - 41 (Ancient to Viserys)

Tyrion Lannister- 25

Cersei Lannister- 32

Margaery Tyrell- 16

Tristan Waters- 15

Grey Worm- 19

Catelyn Stark- 35

Robb Stark - 15

Melisandre- ?

Joffrey Lannister - 13

Sansa Stark - 12

Missandei - 10

Arianne Martell- 23

Stannis Baratheon- 34

Sandor Clegane- 28

Petyr Baelish- 32

Varys- 40s-50s

Lysono Maar- 34

Brienne of Tarth- 20

Tyene Sand- 23

Loras Tyrell- 18