The Dragon's Sister || Game Of Thrones (Under Rewrite)

To Serve Anew

From what Vaerya could see was a man that had been exiled for a reason and yet came back with a captured Lannister man. She was surprised that Jorah came back to Mereen, despite Daenerys threatening him to have his head thrown into Slaver's Bay if he did not leave the first time he was banished.

   He came back, and she knew if he were turned away again, he would just keep coming until Daenerys found it in her heart to forgive him. It took a while for herself to forgive what he had done behind their backs,  but if he truly sworn an oath to Robert Baratheon to kill the last Targaryens, he would have already done so.

   Now she was sitting on the second part of the throne in the throne room, the same area where Jorah was banished. If he made even a single mistake, his life would no longer be merciful and spared.

   Within the silence, Jorah made an attempt to speak to his Queen once again. Though she did not give him another chance to do so.

   "Your Grace, I want to say--"

   "You will not speak," she barked, looking at the short man besides him, "how do I know you are who you say you are?"

   Tyrion looked up at her. "If only I knew otherwise." Was all he said.

   "If you are Tyrion Lannister, why shouldn't we kill you? To pay your family back for what it did to ours?" She continued.

   Tyrion's ears perked up. "You want revenge against the Lannisters? I killed my mother, Johanna Lannister on the day I was born. I killed my father Tywin Lannister with a bolt to the heart. I am the greatest Lannister killer of our time." He stated. 

   "So I should welcome you into our service because you murdered members of your own family?" Daenerys inquired.

   "Into your service?" Tyrion tilted his head. "Your Grace, we have only just met. Its too soon to know if you deserve my service."

   "If you'd rather return to the fighting pits, just say the word." Daenerys mentioned. 

   He had to be cautious. Tyrion knew what House Lannister had done to House Targaryen. He was looking up to the last members of its legacy, the legacy of the Mad King. With every word he could say would immediately fireback on him.

   "When I was a young man, I heard a story about two babies born during the worst storm in living memory. They had no wealth, no lands, no army, only a name. And a handful of supporters, most of whom probably thought they use that name to benefit themselves. They kept them alive, moving them from place to place often hours ahead of the men sent to kill them." He informed.

   Jorah heard the saying before, he was their friend. Once. He wanted to fix what he did wrong,  it was the only reason why he mustered enough courage to come back to the place that could be his grave.

   Tyrion continued. "One was eventually sold off to some warlord with the other joining her sibling on the edge of the world and that appeared to be that. Then a few years later, the most well-informed  person I knew told me that these girls without wealth, lands, or armies had somehow acquired all three, in a very short span of time, along with four dragons. He believed they were our best, last chance to build a better world. Thought you were worth meeting at the very least." He continued, trailing off at the end. 

   He then looked up at the other Targaryen girl, noticing she was shorter, but also looking quite young to be a near-twin. 

   "Then why are you worth meeting? Why should we spend our time listening to you?" She asked, though her tone was lighter than the other and less interogating.