Secret Flames (Sandor Clegane)

Chapter 30

"Thank you for travelling so far, my lord," Daenerys mused as she sat on the giant throne in the hall of Dragonstone.

"Apologies, I have a flee bottom accent I know, but Jon Snow is King in the North. Not a lord," the man named Davos spoke confidently.

Tallulah, who was stood by the side of Daenerys throne glanced her eyes over to Sandor who was stood behind Jon Snow.

"Forgive, I never did recieve a formal education, but could of sworn I read that the last king in the north bent the knee to my ancestors. Or do I have my facts wrong?"

"I wasn't there your grace," Davis mumbled back.

"No, of course. But an oath is an oath. So I assumed you travelled all this way to bend the knee."

Each part of Daenerys sentence was calm, confident and calculated. You could almost see the amused smile on her face as she played the game of thrones with a bastard from the North. Each moment of it made Tallulahs skin crawl though, she knew there must have been a more Important reason for their arrival.

"I am not, your grace," Jon finally spoke out with a pained expression that Tallulah understood.

"Oh, how unfortunate. You have travelled all this way to break faith with House Targaryen?" Daenerys replied, still with a small smile on her face.

"Break faith?" Jon sniggered. "Your father burnt my grandfather and uncle alive,"

The smile on the Dragon Queens face quickly faded as her eyes seemed to grow a darker shade of purple.

"Jon Snow. I know you do not know me, but may i assume that you did not come here to discuss the history of your house and that of House Targaryen. I mean, I am sure we could stand here and talk about it until winter comes and goes, but I sense you have another purpose?" Tallulah quickly stepped forward.

"Aye... my lady... and it is true. I fear I do not know you,"

"I am Tallulah Waters, a bastard born that has also made quite a way in the world. So Jon Snow, bastard to bastard, please tell her grace your true purpose here."

"No!" Daenerys snapped. "I will not hear what he has to say until he pledges his loyalty to me. Otherwise we have nothing to discuss!"

"I am sorry, your grace. I intended to aid in the conversation," Tallulah sighed and quickly stepped back with a curious look from Varys.

"Your grace, I fear you will only find disappointment in your desire for me to bend the knee. I have not come here to pledge my loyalty, but to reach out for help. Not just for myself or the north, but for the future of the Seven Kingdoms. Miss Waters, is right, there is little point in us dicusing history and I will not take part in this game of thrones, not when the true enemy is approaching,"

"The true enemy?" Tyrion asked.

"Aye, the enemy. The enemy in the north,"

"The only enemy in the north I can see if you!" Daenerys snapped in.

"I am not your enemy... the dead are our enemy."

"The dead?" Daenerys smirked with a look to Tyrion.

"The army of the dead. They are real, the white walkers are real, the Night King is real! I've seen them and they get past the wall and we continue to fight amongst ourselves... then we are all finished."

Silience fell over the hall as Tallulah looked over to Sandor again. From the seriousness in his eyes, she knew Jon must have been telling the truth.

"My destiny is to rule over the Seven Kingdoms. I have not made it this to fail in that. I have been beaten, tortured, sold, raped and starved. The gods and old myths of make believe creatures is not what kept me going. Faith, faith in myself is what kept me going and brought me here. I was born to rule the Seven Kingdoms and rule I will!" Daenerys declared as she stepped from the throne and walked several steps closer to Jon.

"You'll be ruling over a graveyard if we dont defeat the Night King."

Daenerys had obviously heard enough from the men and spoke in another tongue to the guards. Once the guards had lead the guests out of the Hall, the Dragon Queen turned her attention to Tallulah.

"If you ever interrupt me or speak on behalf of me again, without my consent... you will live to regret it."

She then dismissed Tallulah from the hall and turned to speak in hushed tones with the rest of her council.

Once out of the hall, Tallulah found out where the men had been taken and quickly headed for the room. When she the door she could hear the muffle sounds of voices inside and gently knocked on the door, before slowly opening it.

Inside, Davos, Jon, Sandor and teo other men stood and stared at her. "I am sorry to disturb you all, but I thought it best to speak to you in private," she explained and quickly shut the door the behind her.

"How did a bastard from Kings Landing end up here," Davos started with the questions.

"Now that is a very long story and I fear we do not have time for it right now. But please, I must speak with you all about other matters. And let me first say, Jon Snow, I believe you."