History Has It's Eyes On Us ~ Gendrya

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Around the map stood many lords and ladies of noble name of who'm Gendry was unaquainted. The formalities were unecessary in his opinion and so, he was glad. Jon introduced him as Waters, much to his frustration. Bastard or not, Baratheon blood still ran through his veins. Slowly, it became more clear to him who everyone was based on what Davos had told him.

"My sister, Yara, is ready with six hundred ships, your grace," Theon said in response to the Queen's question. Strategy was not her strong point and so, she looked to Jon.

"She will sail to the riverlands immedeatley to try and make peace with the Freys," he said, "their holdfast could be of great use to us," Tyrion rolled his eyes but nobody noticed, other than Arya.

"No." Arya said. Walder Frey was gone. Well, in spirit anyway. His face was hers. Jon looked at her, frustrated and confused.

"And what would you propose me do, my young sister?"

"I will go there myself and reason with him. Grandfather took me there once with mother. The Freys are not trustworthy, but they are not loyal either. If I could speak to him and convince him to join our cause, he woud betray the Lannisters in a heart beat. For a pretty price. You're wise brother. And a worthy leader. But, if we're going to outwit the Lannisters then we need someone who knows how they think. Lord Tyrion proved to be a gallant leader at the battle of the Blackwater, so I've heard. I'm sure he could find a much more fitting use for your sister's ships and her time," she said, smiling politley at Theon.

Tyrion looked relieved. Nobody cared for his strategy. They favoured him for his political values. But Arya? Now that girl had always been different. Even as a youngling, clinging to her mother's gown, he recognised her potential. She was right, too. Sending ships to the Riverlands would be a suicide mission, and a waist of tims. Whilst it would be useful to hold the twins, there were far more valuable places to attack.

"Harrenhall then. The castle means a great deal to the Lannisters does it not?" He suggested. Varys and Tyrion shared a look, as did Gendry and Arya.

"If I may my Lord, Lady- Arya and I," he correted as she glared at him subtly, "we were taken to Harrenhall. It's nothing more than an ancient ruin. They torture people there, but, it holds no real value. Just a place to scare the locals,"

Jon sighed and supported himself against the table, "Lord Tyrion, what would you suggest?"

He had to play his cards right. If he offended him, it could be disaster. They barely listened to half his advice, and it was never the better half.

"I believe it best for Arya to speak with Lord Frey as she suggested. Meanwhie, I say we should split the ships. Send 400 to raid in Lannisport. Send only one ship to Brightwater keep. From then, half of the soldiers, including Yara, shall go to Highgarden to form an alliance. The rest will stay with the ship and ensure nothing should stop them having means of getting home."

"And where is the value in this?" Danaerys asked, slightly annoyed.

"The Greyjoys have raided Lannisport for centuries. They will not assume this attack was directed from us. It's port feeds most of Casterly Rock. To not attack would be foolish."

"And Highgarden?" She asked. Tyrion looked at Varys.

"My little birds have been singing songs of an alliance between the queen of thorns and the sand snakes of Dawn, your Grace. We cannot afford to bid them our enemies. Cersei killed her Grandchildren, Lorres and Margery. The sandsnakes killed Cersei's daughter, Myrcella. I belive with... the right persuasion, they would gladly serve you,"

"The right persuasion? You mean gold?"

"Not exactly... you see, Ellaria Sand loves one thing more than her daughters. Forbiden fruit. Something I believe her to have in common with your sister," he said, eying Theon, "if she could seduce her, she would earn her trust. The tyrells will form an alliance with us without question. She hates Cersei more than you, my Queen,"