Nesaerys, was her name. Truly believing she is the last of her family after her father went mad, had escaped her fate. She ran and survived all the way to westoros with five different colored dragon eggs.
She swore vengeance to the families that bet...
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"If you want the Iron Throne, take it. We have an army, a fleet, and eight dragons. We should hit King's Landing now. Hard. With everything we have. The city will fall within a day." Yara stated. It was the next morning and all of our allies were here.
"If we turn the dragons loose, tens of thousands will die in the firestorms." Tyrion said.
"It's called war. If you don't have the stomach for it? Scurry back into hiding." A lady from Dorne, Ellaria Sand says.
"I know how you wage war. We don't poison little girls here. Myrcella was innocent." Tyrion says. We were told that Ellaria had poisoned Cersei's daughter with a kiss of death.
"She was a Lannister. There are no innocent Lannisters." The woman justified. "My greatest regret is that Oberon died fighting for you."
"That's enough, both of you." I demanded. "At the end of the day, Tyrion is the hand of the King and Queens, he deserves our respect. And yes we understand that people die in wars but we don't want to kill everybody or there won't be nobody to rule over."
"That's very nice to hear." An old lady says as she has been sitting in a chair since she walked in. "Of course, I can't remember a Queen and King who was better loved than my granddaughter. The common people loved her, the nobles loved her. And what is left of her now? Ashes. Commoners, nobles, they're all just children, really. They won't obey you unless they fear you." Lady Olenna states. Her granddaughter, Margaery Tyrell was murdered in a church with dozens of believers. Said the church exploded with green smoke covering where it stood.
"I'm grateful to you, Lady Olenna, for your counsel. I'm grateful to all of you. But you chose us to be your next King and Queen's. We're not attacking King's Landing." Daenerys says.
"Then how do you plan to take the Iron Throne? By asking nicely?" Olenna asked.
"By surrounding them by all sides. Cersei has too many followers and alliances that will help her. So we'll cut off her food supply and any other resources. Her army will be weak if they have little food and water." Daemon says. "But we're not gonna use our army to do it. No, that will be you guys job."
"Cersei will try to rally the Lords of Westoros by appealing to their loyalty, their love for their country. If we besiege the city with foreigners, we prove her point. Our army should be Westorosi." Tyrion explains.
"And I suppose we're providing the Westorosi?" Lady of Dorne says.
"You are. Lady Greyjoy will escort you home to Sunspear." Daemon says moving pieces around with their family banners carved out. "And her Iron Fleet will ferry the Dornish army back to King's Landing. The Dornish will lay siege to the capital, alongside the Tyrell army. Two greatest kingdoms United against Cersei." He explained.
"So your master plan is to use our armies. Forgive me for asking, but why did you bother to bring your own?" Olenna asked him.
"Our Unsullied have different agendas. For decades, House Lannister has been the true power in Westoros. And the seat of that power is Casterly Rock. Grey Worm and the Unsullied will sail for that Rock, and take it." Daemon said knowing down the Lion figurine with one of our smaller dragon pieces. "Do we have your support?" He asked them seeing a smile from the Lady of Dorne.
"You have mine." Yara says.
"Dorne is with you, Your Graces'." Ellaria says.
Lady Olenna then nods her head. "Thank you." Daemon says.
"Lady Olenna may I speak to you alone." Daenerys asked her.
After that we all left the room and went about our business.
