Tyrion Lannister || Willing || Game of Thrones

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Tyrion sat before Daenerys a more broken man than ever before. The Targaryen queen looked him over she had spoken with him for a moment after pulling him and Jorah both out of the fighting pits right outside of Meereen.

She never expected Tyrion Lannister to be at her doorstep or willing to help her either. Still she could not help but place her finger on something odd about the man.

He seemed broken.

"So, you killed your father and fled your country to come find me? Tell me why I should not kill you as revenge against your father and brother."

"I never said you shouldn't, by all means please do, I would more than welcome it at this point."

Tyrion explained causing Daenerys to arch a brow as she looked at him with a rather intense gaze.

"And why is that Tyrion Lannister?"

Tyrion lowered his gaze down to his hand that was tapping the chair. His heart broken more times than he could count within this past moon.

"Because I lost someone very dear to me on this journey to come find you. Someone who was my dear friend."

He said looking back up at the queen as they sat together in an open room alone.

"I was more than willing to drink myself to death in Pentos, now I am even more sure. The only reason we had both made this journey together was to find you. I believe that you could be the savour for Westeros."

He explained and Daenerys lulled her head to the side quiet for a moment.

"This friend. Who was he?"

She questioned noticing that there was no light in this small man's eyes when he spoke of his friend.

"Not a he, your grace, but she. She was the only person to believe my innocence that tried to save my life, aside from my brother. My brother told me this while I was locked away."

"And how did she pass?"

"She jumpped off a cliff into the sea to avoid being captured by the slave traders that picked up Jorah and myself."

"I am sorry for your loss. But what would you have me do? You came to find me to tell me that you believe me to be the savour of Westeros. Yet, you could have done that through a simple letter. So, why come?"

"To help you. Give you advice and support where it is needed."

"Advice? You wish to give me advice? What could you possibly know about anything?"

"My father was Hand of the King for nearly 20 years. I myself served as Hand of the King for sometime while my father fought the War of Five King's. I know things."

"You know things..."

Daenerys seemed to think outloud she gazed out the window. The silk curtains fluttered around as the wind caught them. The light illuminated inside but was kept at bay from the overhang of the building.

"What would you have me do to Jorah? He betrayed my trust. Should I kill him?"

"Kill him, no. That would be a waste of talent and knowledge. However, since he did betray you exiling him again would seem just."

"A second exile."

Daenerys paused for a moment and she nodded her head slowly. She looked back to Tyrion.

"And what of Westeros. How should I conquer them?"

"You have no allies across the sea your grace. It would be a fool's notion to even attempt such a feat just yet. However Essos seems to be gaining your favor every day from what I've seen. Stay here where the people need you -- for now at least."