FIRE AND ICE - ROBB STARK X TARGARYEN OC

Myr

After the events of that fateful day , Rhaenya was seen almost as a valyrian goddess, for being unburnt by the fire and for bringing back dragons to the world. But to her that didn't matter much. She was now sitting in a large castle, that acording to Olyos belonged to one of rhe oldest families of Lys.

They had given Lisyan and the young maid proper funerals, and discussed why would the man kill them and then try to kill her. "I inspected the body the man was from westeros , my guess Robert Baratheon knows you survived and sent that man to kill you. But probably mistook the servant girl for you and killed her. As for Lisyan she must have tried to fight him." All Rhaenya could do was nod. The little blue and creamy gold dragon was still perched on her shoulder looking on high alert, the other three were eating the food that she had been offered.

"Are you going to name them? Like your ancestors did?" Said Olyos, looking at the three dragons that were stuffing their little stomachs with roasted chicken. "He will be Ancalagon" the targaryen answered while petting the dragon on her shoulder, "the golden one will be Aeson for my baby brother, the purple is Aragorn, that was what Rhaenys said she would name her dragon if she ever had one. And the white will be Lysion for the woman who had the kindest of hearts."

The two men smiled at the choice of names. Just then her host entered the room. "Hello, young queen Rhaenya." Upon hearing the tittle rhaenya became on guard and her dragons all turned to the man, who clearly had upset their mother and protector. "You may relax your grace, this is Vaniryon Rys, he is an old friend of your uncle Doran." Assured her Ser Arthur. "Indeed your uncles have been informed of what happened to you and requested that i give you a gift." "A gift?" She questioned. "Yes, i assure you i am not lying for Ser Arthur has already checked" "Very well, let us see this gift."

They walked outside to the wall of the castle that gave view to the sea, and there in the blue and green waters were 3 large ships hoisting the Targaryen flag, but it was not all for all 3 ships were carrying at least 3000 armored men whose armors har the martell sigil but with a 3 headed dragon in the middle, the sigil she had painted for her mother when she was little.
Rhaenya was filled with too many emotions, but was interrupted when Ser Arthur talked "It is no longer safe for you here your grace, your uncles send you ten thousand men to aid you along with gold they hope you will be able to take back the throne in the future and this is a small help."
"Thank you Sers, and i will. I will take back what was stolen from me."
--------------------------------------------------------------And so in the quiet of the night Rhaenya, along with her children, army, sworn sword and friend sailed towards in hope get more soldiers, clothes, herbs and other goods, as Myr is considered to be among the most advanced of the Free Cities, and is famed for its arts and learning.
"We will reach Myr within 3 days your grace." Assured her Nizam, the general of the dornish army her uncles had given her, and old mentor to Ser Arthur Dayne.

Olyos was watching over the dragons who seemed tired from eating, and he himself was still recovering from the injure caused by the beam that had fallen on him, so right now it was just Rhaenya, Ser Arthur and Nizam planning their next moves. "It will be one day by sea and the remaining two by horse" the Dayne man added.

Truth to their word, after 3 days of travel, the Targaryen party had arrived at Myr. With her dragons being carried by in a carrier transported by Nizam's most trusted men, the westerosi group roamed through.
"Its beautiful" Rhenya comented to her party, "yes the land is very fertile" agreed Nizam. Myr was very large, temples and shrines for many gods could be found along the waterfronts and streets, and it seemed that R' hllor worshiped at a red temple. People were dressed in a mich more discret way than the ones in Lys, but Olyos and Rhaenya saw that for every weathy looking person there were three dressed in the simplest manner, with just plain clothing and no jewellery whatsover.

Just then, they reached what seemed like the main square of the street, and were met with ten men dressed in beautiful intricate robes, Rhaenya guessed they must have been the ones in charge or at least the ones to speak for the one in charge.
They all stared at her with a look of lust, pride, satisfaction but mostly a coveted look.

"Welcome Rhaenya Targaryen, we have heard of you and what transpired in Lys, fear not nobody in Myr will alert Robert Baratheon of your presence here. I am Mallos Solves one the ten magisters to rule Myr, please friends follow us."

The westerosi swordsmen shared a look almost as if saying to be on high alert, but followed their queen as she went with Mallos Solves and the other magisters.
Once inside the larger than life villa, Rhaenya and ther companions were offered drinks, food, and a staying.

Everything seemed to be made of gold somehow, as if to show the opulence of the myrish people.
"We are happy you chose Myr as your new destination, but and don't be offended of me asking, is it really true you have dragons?" Questioned a fat man whose clothes were all gold, making the targaryen girl wonder how he could even walk, but instead of answering his question with words Rhaenya simply stood from her chair, walked to the carrier proceded to open it and her four young babies climbed over her.
The Magisters watched the beasts in wonder. "They are magnificent" said who appeared to be the youngest ruller of Myr reaching to touch Lysion, but the dragon was quick to make it know that it would not happen by hissing and biting the air.
"Well enough of small talk, we must talk business now. Why have you actually come here?" Enquired a strong man he seemed stern, arrogant and proud of himself, wearing some type of band made of gold encrusted with precious stones upon his head.
To his question Rhaenya answered "we come to buy provisions, plan on keep traveling in search of more man for my army and for that i will need food, clothing, medicine and weapons. I was told by my advisors that your great city is advanced so i believe it is my best shot aquire my needs."

Ser Arthur watched proudly as the young girl he had saved and raised was now a acting like the true queen she was, it seemed that since hatching her dragons and the death of Lysian, Rhaenya had gained more mental and psysical strenth, and was fully commited to go back to her home.

Olyos was proud of is friend and queen, he knew she would always be haunted by what had happened to her family and Lysian, but he could see that she was embracing her true self and that was to be the queen she was born to be.

As Nizam watched and heard the young Targaryen ever since he met her, he saw why the princes of Dorne, albeit her uncles and family, supported her in her quest to take the iron throne back. She was young sure but behaved and acted like a true ruler, she showed power in her posture, and dialogued like a diplomat. He knew now that he would gladly die if it meant that Rhaenya Dragonheart would one day sit on the iron throne and rule the seven kingdoms.