Reborn in Westros

Chapter Eight: After The Fall

Jorah Mormont rode slowly towards Deanerys as they were about to come to a stop.

"You need to drink, child. And eat."

Deanerys scrunched her face in slight disgust.

"Isn't there anything else ?"

"The Dothraki have two things in abundance : grass and horses. People can't live on grass. In the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai, they say there are fields of ghost grass with st*lks as pale as milk that glow in the night. It m*rder all other grass. The Dothraki believe that one day it will cover everything. That's the way the world will end. It'll get easier."

The woman who are to attend Deanerys comes forward.

"Khaleesi !"

"Your hands."

Jorah looked towards Viserys as he approached him.

"We're still not far from Pentos, your Grace. Magister Illyrio has extended his hospitality. You'd be more comfortable there."

"I have no interest in hospitality or comfort. I'll stay with Drogo until he fulfils his end of the bargain, and I have my crown and those dragon egg's back from whoever stole them."

"As you wish, your Grace."

"Well, Mormont, as brutish as this life is, I suppose it is preferable to beheading. What did Ned Stark want you for ? Buying from a slaver ?"

"Selling to one... Some poachers I caught on my land, he wanted my head, but it was his eldest daughter Lyarra that saved my life."

Viserys looked intrigued, but he would not make the same mistake his brother did.

"Under my reign, you won't be punished for such nonsense. You can rest assured of that."

*Back across the narrow sea.*

In the stables at winterfell, there lay Tyrion Lannister is resting after another night out. Joffery saw his uncle in with a horse and decided to comment.

"Better-looking b*tches than you're used to, Uncle. My mother's been looking for you. We ride for King's Landing today."

"Before you go, you will call on Lord and Lady Stark and offer your sympathies."

Joffrey sneered his face at the thought.

"What good will my sympathies do them ?"

"None. But it is expected of you. Your absence has already been noted."

"The boy means nothing to me. And I can't stand the wailing of women."

Tyrion got up quicker than anyone expected and slapped Joffery on the cheek. Joffery, in shock, grabs his cheek.

"One word and I'll h*t you again."

"I'm telling Mother !"

"Go ! Tell her. But first you will get to Lord and Lady Stark and you will fall on your knees in front of them and tell them how very sorry you are, that you are at their service, and that all your prayers are with them. Do you understand ?"

"You can't..."

Tyrion  has enough of his idiot nephew. And slapped him again.

"Do you understand ?"

Sandor looked as the prince stormed off, then looked at Tyrion.

"The Prince will remember that, little lord."