Game of Thrones season 7 fanfiction

DAENERYS

Highgarden was indeed a magnificent place. The endless gardens bathing in the rays of the sun was a sight to soothe sore eyes.

Five men clad in the Tyrell armour came to escort Daenerys and her party. One offered to carry Tyrion for which he received a whack on the ear from the dwarf.

Varys fell in beside her. "There's someone I need to tell you about. I don't think you had a chance to meet Olenna Tyrell. Their ships set sail from Dorne way before ours. I have to warn you, the Queen of Thorns is not as pleasant as her flowers."

"Whether she is pleasant or not isn't my concern," Daenerys retorted. "She is supporting us. That's what matters."

The Great Hall brightly lit. The cool breeze wafting in through the big circular windows made the place a delight.

Dany saw an old woman clad in the Tyrell colours at the high table with a woman half her size dressed in black.

"Olenna Tyrell," the old woman said getting up as Dany approached her. They shook hands. "Varys has told us a lot about you and your dragons. Just make sure your beasts don't burn my pretty gardens." Daenerys nodded wearily.

"Ellaria Sand," the Dornish beauty said getting up. "A supporter of your house since the beginning." There was a fierceness in her voice which made Dany smile.

She was too stressed to hold any meetings that day. She spent the rest of day in her chambers till the edge of her fatigue was gone.

Daenerys chose a green dress for dinner, a big feast hosted by Olenna Tyrell in her honour. The tables were full of delicacies including rabbit stew, candied bacon, honey-soaked lamb and almond pie.

She glanced at Tyrion Lannister, who was learning the Valyrian tongue from Missandei.

"Let me try this again," the dwarf said. "Va... lon.."

"Valonqar." Daenerys completed the sentence for him. "It means little brother."

"So me and Jaime are Cersei's Va-lonkars?"

She nodded. Tyrion looked amazed.

"May I join you, my Queen" she heard a voice as she It was the Dornish woman. "Sure," Daenerys said. Ellaria sat down.

The Dornish beauty looked around hastily and then leaned towards Daenerys. "Promise me," she said.

Befuddled, Dany stared at the woman.

"For Oberyn," she pleaded. 

 Daenerys had heard the story of the Mountain and the Red Viper a million times from Tyrion. "I understand," she said clutching the woman's hand tightly.

"That beast," Ellaria fumed. "He murdered my husband right in front of my eyes. Squashed Oberyn's eyes with his gigantic thumbs till the brains came bursting out of his head."

Dany flinched. She knew how it felt to lose your dearest one.

"It wasn't even my husband's fault! He was fighting for that little shit of a dwarf."

Daenerys was a bit offended. "We cannot blame Tyrion," she said sharply. "His sister had accused him of a false crime."

"I hold no grudges against the Imp," Ellaria stated. "It is Gregor Clegane that I wish to destroy. For Oberyn, for Elia, for house Martell and for Dorne." Saying so, she got up and stalked off.

Returning to her chambers, Dany was addled to see Olenna Tyrell sitting on her bed. "We need to discuss something crucial," the Queen of Thorns said impatiently. "Get out, dear" she told Missandei. "Let the grown women talk."

Daenerys bolted the doors. "Is everything fine?"

"Nothing is ever 'fine', dear," said Olenna. "I am here to warn you against the Lannisters."

"I already know a lot about Cersei."

"You know very well what I am talking about," Olenna said flashing her eyes.

It took a moment for Dany to realize. "No," she declaimed. "Tyrion is not my enemy. He came to me himself seeking justice. No one has been as loyal as him!"

"Loyal to you," Olenna said. "Or loyal to Cersei?"

"But he despises his sister!" Daenerys exclaimed. "She wanted him dead...."

Olenna sighed. "The game of thrones is complicated, dear. You never know who will keep your faith and who will stab you in the back." She got up. "Well, I've done my job." She left the room in a hurry.

The mother of the dragons sat down on the bed aghast. Tyrion will never sell me out. He is my Hand and will always be at my side, she thought. Or will he?