The Black and Red Dragon

Chapter 67: The Greyjoys

Someone is jumping on our bed. It makes me smile and it makes Daenerys groan. I open my eyes and see a happy Alysanne jumping on our bed. "Aly, early... sleep..." Daenerys mumbles. I pull Aly to me and give her a hug. "How is my princess doing this morning," I say and snuggle in the neck of Alysanne. She giggles. "I'm doing great!" She says. I smile. "Then let's make the morning great for mom too!" I say with a smile. "Vis... Aly... please don't," Daenerys groans. "Aly, you take the left I will take the right," I whisper in her ear. Alysanne giggles and gets in position.

As we stand ready I give the go sign. We rush to Daenerys and start to tickle her. Daenerys soon explodes in a fit of laughter. "Please... Stop..." She manages to say through her laughter. "Is it a great morning?" I ask her. "Yes...! Please..." she says through her laughter. "Ser Alysanne, I think we managed to make the morning great for Her Majesty," I say and give a salute. She smiles and gives me a salute back. Daenerys is taking rapid breaths trying to calm herself, but she is smiling. "I will get you back for this..." she says through her breaths

We hear the door open and Missandei steps into the room. "Your Graces, Alysanne," she greets us with a smile. "Missandei, I made Daenerys' morning great!" Alysanne says. Missandei smiles. "That is wonderful, Alysanne. Your Grace, I am sorry to interrupt your... great morning. There are visitors who beg for your attention," Missandei says to Daenerys. Daenerys looks at her with confusion. We were not expecting visitors. In the last few weeks, we have been able to fix most of the city. We were now trying to find enough ships for the whole army. It has been hit and miss. But we have no visitors planned for today or even addressing the issues from supplicants.

"Visitors? Who?" Daenerys asks. "Theon and Yara Greyjoy, from Westeros," Missandei says. "Really?" I ask. Missandei nods. "We will be there in an hour. Thank you Missandei," Daenerys says. Missandei gives a slight bow and leaves. "Sweetheart, we have to get ready. Can you play with your brother for a while?" Daenerys asks. Alysanne nods and starts to find her brother.

We make ourselves ready and make our way to the Throne room. Tyrion is already there along with Barristan who stands behind the two thrones. Missandei stands to the left of Daenerys. Since there are now two Queens a second throne has been placed next to the one of Daenerys. If I am honest, it sits very uncomfortably. Daenerys sits on her throne and I sit next to her.

"Send them in," she commands the Unsullied. Not much later, we see two persons enter. One female and one male. Missandei clears her throat. "You have the honor of addressing Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, The First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals, The Rhoynar, and the First Men, Queen of Meereen, Khaleesi of The Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, Mother of Dragons," Missandei announces. I asked Missandei to not announce me in front of the two Greyjoys. Just to avoid the awkward silence and the explanations. I was not really in the mood to do it for the millionth time.

The woman nods towards us. "Your Grace, I am Yara Greyjoy, daughter of Balon Greyjoy, who was Lord of The Iron Islands. This is my brother Theon," Yara says. I look at them both. Yara looks like a confident and strong-headed person. Theon... he looks like a dog that has been beaten. He looks to the grounds and avoids eye contact with us. Wonder what happened to him.

"Last time we saw each other was at Winterfell, yes?" Tyrion says to Theon. "You were making jokes about my height, I seem to recall. Everyone who makes a joke about a dwarf's height thinks he is the only person ever to make a joke about a dwarf's height. 'The height of nobility', 'a man of your stature', 'someone to look up to'. You're all making the same five or six jokes," Tyrion says. I look at Theon. He shifts uncomfortably on his spot. How strange.

"That was a long time ago," he whispers. "I heard you killed two Stark children. Why would we listen to you, to someone who kills children?" I ask him. He shifts uncomfortably again. "I didn't murder the Stark children. But I did things that were just as bad or worse," he answers. "And he paid for them," Yara says.