Chapter 26

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Quick Recap (as I've been a terrible writer and not updated in ages!)
Tallulah was captured and taken as a slave within the The Red Temple of Asshai. After months of being tortured and abused, she is taken the high priest for further questioning. Finally finding her strength and will power to carry on, a fire built up inside of her, exploding through her veins and skin in blazing roar, killing everyone inside the temple. Scared and terrified by what she had just done, she flees the site, bumping into an unknown man who tells her of a wolf that need the help of a dragon. She then finds Malan, the leader of the Fiery Hands, who bows and calls the the princess, the promised one. He pledges his and his mens loyalty to her before they leave to find the breaker of chains.

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Tallulah had thought Kings Landing had been the most smellist town in the world. That changed when she and Malan walked through the gates of Meereen, having left her remaining 999 armed and deadly soldiers 30 miles north of the city.

"I thought this city was suppose to have been liberated. It's a mess," she shivered as the smell of shit grew more intense.

"The slaves are freed, so now there is no one to clean the streets. Remove the rubbish and clean the chamber pots. They may be liberated, but they are still just as lost."

"So you think they should remain slaves. To be tormented, hurt and abused as their master requires?"

"Not at all my princess, but to liberate and leave is just as cruel as to beat and chain. They need purpose, structure, a way they can feed their families and look after their elders. Now they have no job, no purpose. The days filled with nothing. It can only breed trouble."

Slowly, she began to understand what Malan was saying, as she stopped in the what had once been a marketplace. "You are a smart man Malan, I would not have made it this far without you."

"I live to serve you." He smiled.

"I told you we would meet again." A familiar voice suddenly announced from behind her.

"Varys? What in the seven? How? I mean... of course you are here. You'll outlive us all."

"Gods, I hope I not. I must admit though, I am truly happy to have lived long enough to see you again. I bet you have had one interesting journey here," he smiled just as he had done back in Kings Landing, kindly, but unreadable.

"You keep you distance from my princess." Malan suddenly announced in a fierce tone as he stepped before her.

"Ah, princess. Have you learnt some lessons, I wonder. Either way, I would not let the Queen of this great city hear you be called Princess. No matter the truth in it or not."

"The truth?" Tallulah called out.

"Yes my sweet. The truth. Tell me, can you see the truth between the lines, between the blood lines?" Varys smiled again.

"I am sick of your riddles! I am not here to play games or find out secrets best left hidden. I just wish to find a way back to Westeros. They are those there which need me."

"Yes, a wolf pup needs a dragon... I just can't help wondering which dragon with so many to choose from."

"Varys?" Another familiar voice called out as Tallulah stared fiercely at the lavender scented man.

"Ah, Tyrion. You will never believe who I have just bumped into."

Slowly waddling towards the trio, was one Lord Tyrion Lannister. Tallulah could hardly believe her eyes as she watched the smile of amusement grow across his disfigured face.

"Well this is a surprise. I suppose you can help me answer the question to the strange occurrence of 1000 armed men not 30 miles from our city gates."

"They are the army of the Fiery Hands, this is there general Malan,"

"And now they follow you?" Varys continued to smile.

"We are loyal to Tallulah, The Secret Flame, The Heart of Fire and Princesses Who Was Promised." Malan announced.

"I thought it was to be the Prince that was Promised?" Tyrion smirked. "Either way, that is a lot more names than the daughter of a whore I knew back in Kings Landing had. You have done well for yourself. Now shall i take you to the Queen, although I must warn you, best not to tell her your claim to ancient prophets straight away."

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