Rhaenya lost everything during the stag's rebellion,
her father, her mother, her siblings, her country. Now she plans to come home and take what is hers, but there are lions, stags, krakens and wolves in her way.
oc x robb stark.
i own nothing but m...
Author note: valyrian Common tongue -------------------------------------------------------------- After discussing the reason of her coming to Myr, the westerosi retired to the chambers that had been given to them by their hosts. Rhaenya and Olyos were sharing a room, for Ser Arthur and Nizam felt better knowing their queen was not alone at night but with her close friend, who also was skilled with the spear and daggers. "Something feels off" Rhaenya confined in Olyos, her dragons were currently eating meet on the balcony ledge where she gazed upon the stars, they already new out to feed themselves, for on their journey to Myr Rhaenya had taught them the basic comands in valyrian such as dracarys (fire), sōvētēs (fly), daor (no), and issa (yes). "What do you mean?" Asked Olyos, "Didn't you notice that for a very rich and advanced city, with people flauntering their wealth wherever they go, there were still men, and children dressed in simple manner almost as if they were less than the rest of the myrish people."
"Now that you mention it, yes there were people who looked like they were not happy or wealthy. Maybe they are maids and tutors?" The dornish man pondered. "No. They looked tired as if they work day and night nonstop."
"Well tomorrow i will look around my queen." To this Rhaenya gave him a playful smile. "Come little ones, time to rest" she said to the tired dragons who flew towards her bed and made themselves confortable. --------------------------------------------------------------
When morning came Olyos left to investigate the case of the people of Myr, Ser Arthur went to see the army men and weapons available to join his queen's army, while Rhaenya and Nizam walked through the city, with Ancalagon and Aragorn on the queen's shoulders and Lysion and Aeson were perched on the knight's shoulders, the dornish man felt odd having 2 dragons on his body but quickly paid no mind, as dragons were known for being intelligent creatures, and if they let hi. Touch them was because they knew he meant no harm to their mother, in the company of the magister Mallos who told them of the history of the city.
"Our city is one of the most sophisticated of the Free Cities. Like our nearest neighbors, Lys and Tyrosh, the economy of the city is based on trade, we are known our for great craftsmanship," said the man halting his steps and pointong to a merchant, "our mirrors, lenses, and other glassware have no equal. A clear pane of good myrish glass is worth its weight in spices." he stated proudly while holding a clear glass before setting it down once more. "Myrish textiles are much sought, after products and include intricate lace, finely woven carpets, and beautiful tapestries" "I remember my mother's dresses and fathers tunics, they were from here." Rhaenya stated remembering fondly of how her father used to say that most of their clothing came from across the narrow sea, from a city named Myr where everything was beautiful.
"You are very proud of your city." Stated Nizam, but the man was met with a sorrow filled look from the magister. "In terms of craftsman i am but Myr is heavily involved in the slave trade, and that is a practice i have never agreed with." Rhaenya was familiar with slavery, it was punished with death in the seven kindoms, but in Essos it was a common practice, barbaric for sure, but common, in Lys she knew the slaves were trained in the arts of pleasure but there was nothing she could do and she thought that a city as advanced as Myr would not have slaves, so she questioned the magister "Why don't you and the magisters abolish it?" "I wish i could but only i and magister Firius are against it and all the others profit from it, they do not care that children have to live lifes of servitude." he solemny said. --------------------------------------------------------------
By the end of the day Rhaenya was gathered in her room with Ser Arthur, who had told her the city possesses a strong military, with its crossbowmen being particularly famed, and the craftsmen of the city produce long, slender daggers known as stilettos bit also some garnisons of unsullied, who were considered some of the most disciplined fighters ever. "What kind of a queen am i if buy slaves. No the must be another way, Magister Mallos said he and Firius were against slavery" "So why don't they just end it, they are part of the council that rules Myr right?" questioned Olyos while eating an apple.
"The law cannot be changed unless a majority of magisters agree, the other eight like the money that comes from slavery" explained Nizam with disgust in his words. "Well perhaps we can talk to them. It can't hurt to try." Reasoned Rhaenya. -------------------------------------------------------------- And so the westori group went to stand before the council of ten magisters who ruled over Myr.
"My noble lords, after just 2 days i can confidently say the grandure of your city, its people and products, i also want to thank you for inviting me and my party into your castle. But i have come here before you to ask you to end slavery in Myr....." but before she could finish all magisters but Mallos and Firius started protesting, "this is an outrage, who do you think you are telling us what to do?"yelled one, "im afraid you don't understand the matters of our great city, young Rhaenya, leave the slaves and all Myr related matters to us" said the fat covered in gold magister, he spoke to her like she was a child who didn't know what slavery was. "You are not Myrish. Not a magister nor a man, just a girl." Said another, "look here Targaryen, the only reason you are here is because you led us to believe you were going to buy our products, so i advise you to either do it or leave and go back where you came from." another spat ar her, at this comment she answered "but you have two members in your own council who wish to end slavery how can you buy people and treat them like dogs" she was now yelling, furious how these men thought. At her outburst the magister that wore a golden band on his head rang a bell three times, afterwards a young boy entered, he couldn't have been more than eight, and stood next to her. "Come here boy" ordered the magister. "Don't do this Galius, please" pleaded Firius, who already knew what was about to happen. "Quiet Firius, its time for her to understand the Myrish way", "this is not the Myrish way" corrected Mallos now standing up. But Galius was already holding the boy's arm and gave him a dagger "here, stab yourself with it". Before Rhaenya could do anything the boy who had been trembling not wanting to carry on the order, fell to the floor blood pouring out of his now open throat, while Galius wiped his hand to a piece of silk.
After watching the atrocious crime , rhaenya simply asked Firius and Mallos to come and help her, the two men did no hesitate and walked to her both worried that such young woman had to witness what just happened, and turned away from the counsil. She walked to her party calling for ancalagon, aeson, aragorn and lysion. The small dragons flew to their mother and awaited.
"Dracarys"
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
