The Forest Child {Sandor Clegane Story}

Dragon

As Jon, Davos and Sandor travelled by ship towards Dragonstone, he read and reread the letter he had received two days ago.

Jon, I have arrived in Meereen and met with Daenerys. She is still unsure about the things I explained, but tomorrow we leave the free cities for Dragonstone. Jon, we travel with 1000 ships, 16000 soldiers and three dragons.

The next day Natari stood on the deck of the leading ship with Daenerys.

"It must feel strange, to return after all this time?" Natari asked as she watched the dragons fly high above them.

"This is all I have dreamt of my entire life," she replied gently.

Natari could see the dock at Dragonstone in the distances now, and stood by the edge was the outline of three men.

'Sister!" Jon called out as Natari stepped onto solid ground and ran into the arms of her brother.

"Jon, may I introduce you to Daenerys of the House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, The Unburnt, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Queen of Meereen, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Protector of the Realm, Lady Regent of the Seven Kingdoms, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons." Natari smiled as she turned and looked back at Daenarys.

"That's a long fucking name." Natari heard Sandor grumble under his breath.

At seeing Sandor again, Natari felt her heartbreak again and her body grow cold.

"Jon, I believe?" Daenerys announced as she approached the welcome party with her council at her side.

"Welcome to Westeros," he replied as he wrapped an arm around his sister's shoulder and pulled her in towards him.

"Thank you for meeting us, my Lord, I hope the winds were not to hard from the north?" Daenerys spoke, once again in a cool and confident manner.

"The winds were kind your grace".

"Sorry your grace, I mean no disrespect, but Jon is King in the North, no lord." Davos suddenly announced.

"Pardon, I do not know all the history, but wasn't the last King in the North, Torrhen Stark, who bent the knee to House Targaryen during Aegon's Conquest, thus making the north part of the Seven Kingdoms controlled by the Iron Throne".

"I dunno your grace, I wasn't there," Davos replied.

"Yes, well an oath was made, so I assumed you would meet me to bend the knee... my lord..." Daenerys smiled as she turned back to Jon.

Natari quickly gripped onto her brothers hand tightly, as Jaqen also came to stand at her side and placed his hand on the small of her back, which did not go unnoticed by Sandor who was stood behind them.

"Oh, well that is unfortunate. You have travelled all this way to break faith with House Targaryen?"

"Break faith? Your grace, I am too a part of your house, believe it or not. But I came here upon your request, sent by my sister, your niece, in hope of fighting the real battle, the only one which matters, together".

Daenerys looked back at her council and then turned to Natari. "You will walk with me, alone," she commanded.

Without allowing her the time to reply, Daenarys ordered her council to leave and then walked off the port and towards the sandy shoreline.

"I'll be fine, Jon," Natari whispered as she moved back from him and Jaqen, before quickly running after the mother of dragons.

When Natari finally caught up with here, the long lost relatives walked in silence for some time, before Daenerys finally spoke. "My brother once told me that back in Westeros, the people were sowing the sigil of our house in secret under their clothes, that they prayed for return and cursed the usurper Robert. He was wrong wasn't he?"