tomorrow | sansa stark

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"Its been four years." Lenora refused to turn around. She knew who was speaking to her. She just refused to acknowledge them.

Her head laid on her crossed arms over the railing of her ship. One of many thousand that sailed into the harbor of Braavos. Hopefully the people weren't shitting their pants thinking they were being conquered.

"Your friends are alive."

Lenora rolled her eyes. "If they're not I will murder you all."

"Thats not a proper way to speak with your wife." The woman teases Lenora.

"We dont have to pretend anymore, Reina." The Baratheon laughed. "It was a pure political play. It's over now, we can part ways."

Reina smiled softly at Lenora. "We may not truly love each other but I owe you my life. Everyone does. You're not getting rid of us anytime soon."

Lenora swallowed. She didn't like this attention. Who knew getting kidnapped by a Queen of Asshai would lead to this.

"You all really should just thank me and get on with your lives."

Reina laughed and mimicked Lenoras position on the rail. "You killed a God. Not something most people could "get over". Maybe you should just thank us and get on with your life."

The Baratheon sighed. "I just want to go home." Reina frowned.

"One more stop, then you can reclaim your throne."

Lenora liked the sound of that. "I'll go get my stuff then." She pushed off the rail of this ship and walked into the cabin to her left.

Inside a small light flickered from a burning candle. Lenora eyed a white haired man up and down. "Are you coming with us?"

His eyes snapped up to look at Lenora, although his hand stayed hovering over the candle fire. "Are we at Westeros yet?" He spoke softly.

She shook her head. "I'm just checking in on some friends then we will cross the narrow sea."

They smiled at each other. Since they met nearly four years ago all the two could talk about was Westeros. His white hair struck out to Lenora, and she nearly fainted when she learned he was a Targaryen.

Ryujin Targaryen. Although Lenora just called him Ryu.

Appearently his great, great, great, great, great grandfather was a runaway Targaryen. He ended up in Asshai where he fell in love and continued his bloodline in secret.

He had a dragon too, only a year old but towered over every building, tower or castle she has crossed. She was somewhere above them currently. She was... what you would call anti social?

Her name was Leviathan and she hated humans.

Lenora had "borrowed" her from Ryu during the great War. If you're wondering what that was, just be thankful that you don't know.

Many died, barely any lived.

But none of that mattered anymore. They're gone and Lenora can't do anything about it. She walked away from the fight barely holding onto her life line. If Kayda hadn't found her she would have never lived.