The Pirate and The Dragon

Chapter 90

Smithy POV

Looking over the wall of Winterfell, I sigh as I fiddle with the gold pocket watch in my hand. "You miss her." I hear Sansa come from behind me, resting her head on my shoulder as I clear my throat. "Of course I miss her, just like how you missed your brothers, and your parents." She hums as she walks with me upon the wall, her arm around mine as the men around us, ready for war.

"And do you miss your parents? Well, your mother I should say." I smile and chuckle at her correction "Every day."

"What could you tell me about her?" I sigh as I think back on my mother, her smile, her comfort. Realizing that Anne reminds me so much of her. "She was a whore for years till she met my father and was pregnant with me. My father was so in love with her, that when she revealed her state, he hung his sword and supported her. Growing up she was my biggest admirer, she taught me how to speak, how to walk, taught me everything I needed to know about the world. While my father taught me how to fight with a sword and with words. She wasn't a fan of fighting, but understood the necessity of its importance." Remembering all of those memories I got to spend with her brings a smile to my face. Till I break my gaze from the ground to her.

"What about you? Before all of this game of thrones game, what could you tell me about you?" Turning the conversation on her, to which she sighs and looks down. "Well as a child I believed that I would be the damels in books, to find myself a knight or a prince to fall in love. I was taught how to sew, read, mend, and other practices that a Lady or a princess should know. When I was bethrothed to Joffery, I believed that I would finally have what I always wanted, but I was foolish." Placing my hand on hers I give her a comforting squeeze. To which she lifts her head as she squeezes my hand in return.

"But through my torment and my blindness, I was able to see. And having a pirate is worth way more than a prince or a knight." I smile, leaning down to connect her lips with mine, pouring my love into the kiss. Pulling away, I smile down at her cute smile before Brienne of Tarth calls for her. Making me pout, to which she gives me another kiss, before following her protector. Looking back at my pocket watch, I sigh before heading towards my quarters.

As I open my door, I toss my sword on the bed, and begin to prepare for bed. Till I feel a cloth cover my entire nose and mouth, the smell coming from it makes my mind become fuzzy before everything becomes black.

Annettes POV

"A house with a red door, and a lemon tree?" I asked my Dragon as we walked along the docks towards my ship. After we've returned to Dragonstone, the Brethren Court arrived two days after, to which we all then began preparing to infiltrate Kings Landing. So close to our goal, My Dragon and I started talking about our future together. More specifically where our home away from home would be. "When my brother and I were driven away, we stayed in a house in the Free City. It was the closest thing to home that I have ever known, till our guardian died and we were driven out. But I have never forgotten that red door and lemon tree that stood outside my window" She says picking up an apple from a crate, giving the pirate a coin, before taking a bite.

"Is the house still standing?" My dragon shrugs looking down at the apple in her hand. "I do not know, I haven't had the time to go check." She chuckles walking ahead to my ship, which my men give her a bright smile before hugging her. Welcoming her aboard as a friend, and queen, making me smile at her happiness. All the while making a note in my head to find a bloody lemon tree. Though that was short-lived as a young lad ran up to me, holding two letters in his hand bearing a wolf...and a Lion. Furrowing my brows in confusion, I open the Starks first.

As my eyes read the letter, which had been written by Sansa, I feel my blood boil as my eyes begin to burn. Noticing the child still in front of me, I give my best fake smile as I ruffle his hair and give him a bag of coins. To which he gives me a bright smile before running to his mother, which was the woman Dany got her apple from. Both sharing a happy moment, before hugging each other, reminding me of my last moment with Smithy. Looking down at the Lion seal, I rip it open in anger.

To the Queen of the Carribean, for siding with my enemies and the slander that thy has made against my house; I, Cercei Lannister, of House Lannister, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the realm here by make you an enemy to the crown and to the realm. However, I will give you one last chance to swear your fealty to me and name me queen, in exchange for your First Mate. If you refuse, I will have no choice but to separate your First Mates head from his body. You have three days to consider these words, and decide his fate at the gates of Kings Landing. Do not keep me waiting.

"We will storm the city, your grace, all of them" Grey Worm says with confidence and reassurance, as I stare at the fire on my chair. All the while Varys, Tryion and My Dragon stand at the table, plotting. I say nothing, but continue to stare, wanting nothing more to place Cercei's head on a spike.

"Your Grace. I promised you I would look you in the eye and speak directly if I ever thought you were making a mistake." Varys says, making me look at him in the croner of my eye, meeting his gaze. "This is a mistake." Only fueling my rage, but I stay quiet and turn my gaze back to the fire. Watching the flames dance and sing.

"They abandoned us in the North, and they took Smithy." My dragon sneers, being my voice in this meeting. "Cercei needs to be destroyed, but if we attack Kings Landing with Drogon, Viseryon, Rhaegal, and the Brethren, and the Unsullied and the Dothraki, tens of thousands of innocents will die. That is why Cersei is bringing them into the red keep. These are the people you came here to protect, I beg you, your grace, do not destroy the city you came to save. Do not become what you have always struggled to defeat." Verys begs, I still say nothing looking directly into the flames. I have no words, no thoughts, nothing but disappointment and rage in myself. Without hearing another word, I stand from my chair and leave the room. Making my way towards my Ship. I need to clear my head.

Stepping into my cabin, I feel like a stranger in a stranger's house, even though nothing has changed. My bed that I would make love to my Dragon was still unmade, empty mugs and glasses everywhere, my clothes mixed with dirty and clean on the floor. So much has changed, yet this room stays the same. Walking over to my mirror, I look at my face. Seeing nothing but my tan skin glowing in the candle light, my wild hair a mess as usual, my eyes till the same dirty brown. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes, summoning my cursed face. Only to open my eyes to see nothing, no barnacles, no scale, no glowing eyes, just me. Raising my hand to my face I flinch as the reflection in the mirror reveals the truth. I feel my body begin to shake.

Pulling out my knife, I begin to cut into my ship, making a somewhat small hole before throwing the knife across the room. Praying in my head that this would work, I placed my hand on the mark and focused on healing it. Opening my eyes again, I lift my hand and the mark was still there. I can't feel her, I can't heal her, looking at my hands I begin to sob. Feeling completely useless, the one thing I thought I had to get Smithy back was gone. 

I began to destroy everything. Everything that I earned with Smithy, everything I won from Smithy, Everything that reminded me of him I wanted it gone. Coming completely apart, taking my knife as I slice through every painting on my wall, pulling down my book shelves, ripping every page of every book I saw, flipping my war table causing everything that was on it to scatter everywhere. Tears and snot flow down my face like waterfalls, before I feel small arms wrap around me in a hug. Making me scream and squirm in protest as she brought me to my knees, pulling me close to her chest. Caressing my hair as she begins to soothe me, to which I just wrap my hands around her waist, burrowing my face into her chest wanting everything to just disappear.

"Shhhh, shhhh, Its okay. I'm here. I've got you, shhhh. Mothers here."