Seven Dreams One Kingdom

38-Tyrion

Tyrion had a love/hate affair with the dragons. They fascinated him and filled him with awe and wonder. They had practical uses, like getting from one place to another very quickly, although it was problematic if they still had to wait for an army. He supposed if you were stuck in the middle of nowhere, they'd make life easier when it came to building a fire, although he wasn't sure whether their cooking technique would be of much use, they tended to burn things instead of cooking. What he didn't like was being sat on the back of one and their killing capabilities. However, today they were going to a parley, or so he hoped. If Daenerys could keep her temper and not resort to using Drogon, then their life would be significantly easier when she did take the Iron Throne. If she had to resort to Fire and Blood, then the reaction from Westeros could get a little...messy.

They flew over the sea to avoid detection and to find out if there were any suspicious looking ships heading south, however there was nothing which looked out of the ordinary. There seemed to be more ships sailing north than usual, however with the Ironborn being concentrated on the eastern coast of Westeros, it was no surprise that the ships sailing north from Oldtown, would use the western coast.

The Unsullied were spotted first, a surprisingly long way east of Highgarden. Clearly something had driven them down that route, so Daenerys landed Drogon at the front of the army, where they stopped to greet her. Daenerys climbed down and Tyrion followed her, sliding down the wing of the dragon.

His Queen briskly made her way over to the soldier at the front, Grey Worm; her long silver-white hair blowing in the wind, the dark grey woollen jacket flapping as she strode over to her Commander. Tyrion held back as soon as he heard the conversation being spoken in High Valyrian, at a speed he was unable to keep up with. He managed to grasp the words meaning direction, procession, soldiers among other even vaguer words, but he couldn't establish the entire contents of the conversation. After a few minutes Daenerys rejoined Tyrion.

"A convoy of coaches which looks to be carrying the grain and gold has left Highgarden. It seems to be following the Roseroad which I believe leads to Kings Landing. Am I correct?" she asked.

"Yes, your grace." Tyrion nodded.

"The soldiers with shields of green with a red archer, would that be house Tyrell?" Daenerys pushed a hair back from her face.

"That sounds very much like the Tarly sigil." Tyrion corrected him.

"Gold and red is Lannister I presume?"

"It is your grace." Tyrion's heart sank. He was up against not only the Tarly's, but Lannister's.

"I thought most of the Lannister soldiers were in the north, Lord Hand."

"So did I, your grace." Tyrion just hoped the rumours of Jaime being in the north were true and that his brother wasn't amongst the men leading the convoy.

"Then we will deal with this first before we pay Lady Olenna and Lord Tarly a visit, although I suspect he might already be here." she turned to Grey Worm and nodded her head. Tyrion swallowed, he hoped Lord Tarly wasn't among them.

"Sōnia ñāqa!" Grey Worm yelled and the men turned on their heel and changed direction, facing north-east. "Memēbagon!" he added and the soldiers began to march.

"What is left of the Dothraki who travelled to Dorne are making their way from Bitterbridge, less than two miles from here. We can surround them and with Drogon from above, they will have to surrender and bend the knee." she smiled.

"How long is the convoy?" Tyrion frowned.

"Around a quarter of a mile long, one mile ahead." she told him.