MEEREEN
Jorah: Your Grace, I want to say--
Daenerys: You will not speak. How do I know you are who you say you are?
Tyrion: Elizabeth Snow, do tell her that you know I am speaking the truth
Elizabeth feels Daenerys's eyes on her
Elizabeth: I told you who that is, Dany. He's speaking the truth.
Daenerys: Why shouldn't I kill you? To pay your family back for what it did to mine
Tyrion: You want revenge against the Lannisters? I killed my mother Joanna Lannister the day I was born. I killed my father Tywin Lannister with a bow to the heart. I am the greatest Lannister killer of our time.
Daenerys: So I should welcome you into my service because you murdered members of your own family?
Tyrion: Into your service? Your Grace we have only just met. It's too soon to know if you deserve my service.
Daenerys: If you'd rather return to the fighting pits just say the word.
Tyrion: When I was a young man I heard a story about a baby born during the worst storm in living memory. She had no wealth, no lands, no army, only a name and a handful of supporters, most of whom probably thought they could use that name to benefit themselves. They kept her alive, moving her from place to place, often hours ahead of the men who had been sent to kill her. She was eventually sold off to some warlord on the edge of the world and that appeared to be that. And then a few years later the most well informed person I knew told me that this girl without wealth, lands, or armies had somehow acquired all 3 in a very short span of time, along with three dragons. He thought she was our best, last chance to build a better world. I thought you were worth meeting at the very least.
Daenerys: And why are you worth meeting? Why should I spend my time listening to you?
Tyrion: Because you can not build a better world on your own. You have no one at your side who understands that land you want to rule. The strengths and the weaknesses of the houses that will either support or oppose you.
Daenerys: I have a very large army and very large dragons.
Tyrion: Killing and politics aren't always the same thing. When I served as Hand of the King I did quite well with the latter considering the king in question preferred torturing animals to leading his people. I could do an even better job advising a ruler worth the name.
Daenerys: So you want to advise me. Very well. (looks to Jorah) What would you have me do with him? I swore I would kill him if he ever returned.
Tyrion: I know.
Daenerys: Why should the people trust a queen who can't keep her promises?
Tyrion: Whomever Ser Jorah was when he started informing on you, he is no longer that man. I can't remember seeing the same man as devoted to anything as he is to serving you. He claims he would kill for you and die for you, and nothing I have witnessed gives me reason to doubt him. And yet he did betray you.
Tyrion approaches Daenerys. Elizabeth unsheathes her sword standing in front of her. Daenerys places her hand her shoulder, nodding to her
Elizabeth steps back.
Tyrion: Did he have an opportunity to confess his betrayals?
Daenerys: Yes, many opportunities.
Tyrion: And did he?
Daenerys: No. Not until forced to do so.
Tyrion: He worships you. He is in love with you
Elizabeth scoffs, rolling her eyes.
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The Snow Bastards
FanfictionElizabeth and Jon Snow were known as Ned Stark's bastards; having no idea who their mother was. Their destinies are aligned and coming sooner then later