A Dragon In Wolf's Clothing ~A Game of Thrones fan fiction~

Chapter Forty Four: The Second Sons

Lyanna was right, it was the Second Sons that the master spoke of. Part of her would have been pleased, pleased that she figured it out, though that was a feeling not to be felt with the impending threat of a battle on their backs.

If it came to a fight with the Second Sons, Lyanna had decided she would be fighting on the front line. There was no other option. She was a leading lady in Daenerys' party, and she would not be seen at the back merely watching, like a real lady. Robb always fought in his own battles, and so did her father. Hell, she knew if she was in Daenerys' position, her father would have wanted her to fight, even if she was a girl, because how could her men respect her and fight for her if she wasn't going to fight for them?

Daenerys, however, had decided that she didn't want to fight the Second Sons, instead deciding to recruit them into her own army. Lyanna hated that decision, every fiber of honour her father had instilled into her hating the Second Sons. They were already in the service of Yunkai, and were sell swords, who fought with little to no honour. Daenerys just saw them as soldiers, whereas Lyanna saw them as men who would betray them all before they could blink. Daenerys either hadn't thought of that, or chose not to, as the two girls were now awaiting them at camp in the Royal tent.

"I don't think you should get the Second Sons into your service," Lyanna muttered, pacing up and down the tent, watching Dany's three dragons flying around outside. She couldn't see Rey among them or Winter, but she knew they'd be hunting.

"The Second Sons would add to my army," Dany said simply, irritating her slightly.

"The Second Sons are a group of sell swords, and any man who wants paying for fighting doesn't fight with honour," she said sharply, thinking of her father, who never trusted sell swords. "They've already been bought by Yunkai, anyway,"

"You can't get gold from corpses, which is what the masters of Yunkai will be after I'm done with them," Dany said, her tone cutting like Ice, giving her niece the signal that the discussion was over. Lyanna bit her lip, not saying anything, but knew that when Ser Jorah and Ser Barristan came in, the exact same conversation would occur.

Lyanna was right. However, she didn't speak up that time. There was no point joining in when she knew what Dany would say. Instead, She sat in the corner of the tent, sharpening Ice, looking at the blade intently, remembering seeing her father cut a deserters head off with the sword. Sighing, she slid the longsword back into the belt of her leathers as she looked up to see the commanders of the Second Sons walking in.

"Your grace," Ser Barristan spoke up. May I introduce you to the commanders of the Second Sons. Miro of Braavos, Rendal Negezen, and..."

"Dario Naharis," the young one spoke up, introducing himself.

"You're a little young for a commander," Daenerys raised an eyebrow to the younger one.

"Not a commander, a lieutenant," one of the others snapped slightly, clearly intimidated by how someone half his age was in a similar role to him, though he hid it well. Lyanna wondered how he felt about Dany being a ruler and half his age, as well as a woman.

The other wasn't paying the two men any mind. Instead he was looking Dany and Lyanna up and down, smirking slightly. It reminded Lyanna of how Theon used to look after returning back to the castle after going to the brothel. Lyanna knew that he was using his gender to intimidate them, so she locked eyes with him, not breaking eye contact even when he began to speak.

"Didn't I fuck you two in a brothel in Lys?" He smirked, looking between Dany and Lyanna.

"Watch your tongue," Lyanna glared.

"You didn't," he flicked his tongue about to illustrate his point, as he sat down next to Daenerys. He was repulsive. He beckoned Missandei over. "Slave girl, bring wine,"

"We have no slaves here," Daenerys smiled slightly. Lyanna wished she had her aunt's temperament, Dany seeming so calm whilst Lyanna was the opposite.

"You'll all be slaves after the battle, unless I rescue you," he bit back at her, glancing back at Lyanna, smirking as he directed his next point at her. "When I do, will you do the thing with your tongue again?"

"With pleasure, but first, pick a hell and go there," she spat at him, remembering back to the feast at Winterfell when she said that to the drunk squire. Jon was there to back her up then, and Uncle Benjen. Now all she had was Dany, who seemed perfectly happy to ignore his smutty comments.

"Come on, take your clothes off and come sit on my lap," he beckoned her over, ignoring Daenerys. The Queen was sat next to him, why was he even acknowledging her? "Come on, and I may give your Queen my Second Sons,"

"Or I could kill you and take them myself?" She suggested, faking a frown of thought. "We came here to talk business, not sex, since women think with their heads and not their cocks, like you,"

"Northerners are always snappy," the young one commented. Lyanna froze.

"What did you say?" Dany asked, before Lyanna could get the words out.

"Your guard, she's the northern princess that fled King's Landing, isn't she? She is wearing Dire wolves on her armour, after all," Daario Naharis spoke confidently, raising one eyebrow.

"A princess and a foreigner, no wonder you're so good," Miro teased.

That made Lyanna snap. She should have just ignored them, but instead, she stormed out of the tent, not even hesitating to say anything to Daenerys. A glare on her face, she pushed her way through those in the camp, trying to get back to her own tent.

She shouldn't have let them get to her, she knew that. If men wanted to talk about women like that, it was fine, but she didn't like it that they were directing it at her. It reminded her of... No, she wouldn't think about the capital again, she wouldn't let them get to her like that. It wasn't just how Miro spoke to her that irritated her, it was the fact that Daenerys was considering recruiting the Second Sons. Lyanna hated the fact that Dany hadn't listened to her. It was like she didn't respect her opinion at all.

When Lyanna got back to her tent, Alize and Eryk were both there, the two of them sat on the floor, Winter laid out between them, wanting the two of them to stroke her belly, whilst Rey was stretched out on Lyanna's bed. Neither Eryk or Alize was talking, or even looking at each other, and Alize looked close to tears. Lyanna decided not to question it.

"What's happening?" Eryk asked Lyanna, his head snapping up when he heard her enter.

"If we get Dany's way, we fight with sell swords, though if things go the way I expect, we'll all be killed in our sleep," Lyanna shrugged, throwing herself down next to Alize. Winter stretched, before curling up on her lap, licking Lyanna's face.

"Well... Let's hope that it's not the second option," Eryk raised his eyebrows, sighing.

"All men must die," Alize said stoically, as if fighting against being afraid of the current situation.

"Sure, Valar Morghulis, but all men don't have to die at the hands of men with no honour,"

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