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Queen Daenerys sat still and silent as the free men fought below in the pits. The smaller man looked more like a boy in leather and steel armor. Lean and willowy he fought with a bravoosi blade and lithe movements. She was intrigued by the snarling wolf crowned by what seemed like snowflakes embossed on the man’s chest. It seemed familiar, as if from another life.
His thin blade ran though his opponents throat whilst she was not paying attention. The taller blonde man fell with a thud in the dust, choking on his own blood. However when the blonde breathed his last the small man did not kneel as was expected, he stood tall after he wiped his blade free of blood on his opponents breeches. One hand reached up to remove his helm while the other held the blade.
She heard a feminine voice before she saw the face behind the helm. The man was pale, almost ghostly. His grey eyes seemed like molten steel. And at last the silver queen noticed he was not a man at all.
The helm fell to the arena floor. “I wish to join you, Silver Queen, as an advisor if not as a friend in your quest to retake the thrice damned Iron Throne.”
Jorah Mormont, who had stood behind her with Tyrion Lannister moments before moved to her side. “Why would a dire wolf dare to once again place a dragon on the throne of the seven kingdoms?”
The woman’s eyes seemed to glitter for a moment. “Six. Six Kingdoms. The North has once again declared independence. I will not help to conquer my home Jorah Mormont.” Her lips tilted in an exhausted smile. “I would dare because the bastard lion who once sat there tortured my sister and murdered my father.” She gave the old knight a black look. “I dare because most of my family has been slaughtered by false kings and traitors. The north and I, we both remember and we will have revenge. One way or another.”
Daenerys remained seated and raised a hand at Jorah to go back to his place, her face was cold and empty. “How dare you! The seven kingdoms are mine, mine by birthright. Belonging to my family by right of conquest.” She glared at the unnamed Stark girl, her voice like valyrian steel.
“Your ancestors never conquered my home your grace, my ancestor Torrhen Stark knelt to Aegon the Conqueror to save his people. It was his choice which brought the north into the fold and it is the northern people’s choice to leave now.”
She was angry, her violet eyes were hard as this young woman dared to oppose her birthright. “And why should I trust you? Whose father was a traitor and a murderer?”
The Girl’s face grew dark and held all the fury of a storm in the dead of winter as she stalked towards the raised platform Daenerys lounged upon. “I would not throw stones if I lived in a glass home your grace. Your father burned my grandfather alive with wildfire, and had my uncle strangled to death while trying to save him. Your brother stole my aunt from her bed in the hour of the wolf, he raped her, and he left her to die while she birthed my cousin!” She stood only five feet away now. “So truly why should I trust you?! Yet here I stand ready to bury the past and let it lay.” Her silver eyes were dark with anger.
Daenerys sat in stunned silence with wide eyes while Tyrion grinned, Jorah and Daario drew their steel.
The Stark girl whistled a low note and the shadows behind her moved, the shifted and moved until a wolf the size of a horse appeared from the inky depths. Daenerys gasped and raised her hand the mouth. The girl turned and strode toward it and placed a hand upon its massive head, the wolf was the same size as her dragons. She reached into the leather pouch and withdrew a scroll and placed it at her feet.
“If you should choose me, your grace, Nymeria and I shall be at the northern edge of the city as the sun appears in the sky on the morrow. If you do not meet me I will be traveling back to Dorne, on this scroll you will find a deal. Accept or refuse, I could not care less.” With that she grabbed the wolf’s ruff and swung onto its mighty back, they turned and strode out of the arena.