Wolf's Blood | Daenerys Targaryen |

Chapter Eighteen

Reunion

  When Donner heard word about the Greyjoy ship headed for Meereen, Donner spent time every day patiently waiting at the harbor. Alice and the now slightly larger dragon would sit with him at the edge of the docks, waiting for the sails of the Kraken.

  One morning after he had been waiting for what seemed like hours, a fleet of ships were visible on the horizon. A fleet of ships with a very familiar house sigil. As the ships neared closer, Donner grew more anxious.

  It had been years since he had seen Theon, but like most people, he knew Theon had changed. Rumors spread. Throughout a keep or across an ocean. The cockless Greyjoy.

  When the largest of the ships docked, Donner was the first to greet them. The woman who he could only guess was Yara looked him up and down with caution. Then, however, even with everything he had been through found himself walking towards Donner to hug him, “I’m. Sorry, ” he said slowly.

  “You've done wrong in the past, but you've done well now. The past doesn't matter, ” Donner said, carefully choosing his words.

  “Bran and Rickon. I never killed them, ” Theon said as they finally pulled away.

  Donner nodded, “I know. They're alive. Somewhere in Westeros. They're alive.”

  Theon looked at Donner with a confused expression, “A lot has changed in these past few years. Now, let me take you and your sister to Daenerys.”

  It was a short walk to the pyramid for Donner. Occasionally he pointed out market stalls or esteemed shops. Theon didn't seem to pay too much attention but enjoyed the company.

  In the throne room, Daenerys was sitting on the throne with Tyrion standing beside her as Donner, Theon, and Yara enter the room. Tyrion clearly had a few words for Theon because he took a few steps down to make them an even height, “Last time we saw each other was at Winterfell, yes? You were making jokes about my height, I seem to recall. Everyone who makes a joke about a dwarf’s height thinks he’s the only person ever to make a joke about a dwarf’s height. “The height of nobility,” “a man of your stature,” “someone to look up to.” You’re all making the same five or six jokes.”

  Theon only started at the ground, “That was a long time ago.”

  “It was. And how have things been going for you since then? Not so well, I gather. Can’t imagine you would have murdered the Stark boys if things had been going well.”

  Even if Theon had killed two farm boys, Donner couldn't watch as Tyrion tore him apart like the lion he was, “Theon didn't kill Bran or Rickon. They're still alive. He's done bad things, but he's changed.”

  “And he paid for them,” Yara added.

  Tyrion only scoffed at her statement as he walked back to his spot besides Daenerys, “Doesn’t seem like it. He’s still alive. It was complicated for you, I’m sure, growing up at Winterfell. Never quite knowing who you were. But then, we all live complicated lives, don’t we?”

  “You’ve brought us one hundred ships from the Iron Fleet with men to sail them. In return, I expect you want me to support your claim to the throne of the Iron Islands?” Daenerys asked.

  Theon shakes his head, still staring at the ground, unable to make eye contact, “Not my claim. Hers.”

  “And what’s wrong with you?”

  “I’m not fit to rule.” Then said.

  Tyrion rolls his eyes, “We can agree upon that at least.”