Kingslayer [Game of Thrones] ✓

Like the pigs to slaughter

Daenerys Targaryen fumes as her amethyst eyes read over the letter before her. The young woman sitting on her cold throne in Dragonstone. "I am guessing Queen Medusa of Matos has given you her answer.", Olenna Tyrell says, flicking her fingers towards the Targaryen. "She dared to not only call me a child, but also unintelligent and told me to bend the knee to her. She threatened my life." Olenna laughs. "Sounds like something she would say." "Perhaps we should claim Matos..", Yara Greyjoy offers, her cool eyes resting on the dragon queen. "I doubt we would survive that. Matos has gained too much strength. Not with all of Essos and Westeros you could defeat the Serpent Queen and her cult of followers. Not even with 3 dragons." "And why is that?" There have been many attempts to spy on the serpent queen, all failing and the spies ending up without a head of course, but some information has managed to reach not only my ears but those of the Lannisters and even the late King Roberts ears. The forces of Matos have more than tripled in her short time of being the single reigning monarch. More than seven MILLION soldiers! Weaponry and armory superior to that of the golden company. Ships that could wipe the iron islands forces from the face of the earth in mere minutes. The castle alone, according to Jaime Lannister who went there to threaten her had over 20000 guards. That is more than all of highgardens forces. Both men and women have been training under her and.. her new husband." The Targaryen Queen stares at her. "Yes..?" "He is a faceless man." "Truly?!" Yara Greyjoy steps closer, her eyes wide. "She confirmed it herself and the fact that most of the spies that are sent back to the red keep cut up into pieces small enough to fit into a parcel carried by a raven all lack their faces is an indicator enough. Undoubtedly it would almost be more suspicious for a spy to return from Matos. Every stranger arriving at the shore is executed on the spot." "A faceless man.. What are they?" "You haven't heard of the faceless men, my queen?", Yara asks. Daenerys raises her eyebrow. "They are assassins without names, serving the god of death from their temple in Braavos. They will kill just about anyone, coming close to them without being noticed by cutting off the faces of people and wearing them. Usually their loyalty belongs to no one but their god. For a person so powerful to have married this queen is more than a threat. If the Matosi king were to teach the people of Matos to use the faces of the faceless god they could be just about everywhere and slaughter every force from within! A faceless man is worse than a taipan. A faceless man is like quicksand. One doesn't notice until it is already too late." The dragon queen pulls a face. So, what you are essentially telling me is that I will have to endure the humiliation of the snake queen for she is by far superior to us." Tyrion Lannister nods his head, looking up from his wine glass. "The serpent queen alone would have more than enough strenght to crush our forces even if doubled. However.. with her husband it must have seemed a terrible joke to her to suggest bending the knee." "How do we know he isn't just going to kill her?" "They have children together. Two sons. Prince Avalon and Prince Eden." The Targaryen falls silent. "We will await the answer of the King of the North. Then we shall see how we shall fare."

Medusa and Jaqen watch with keene eyes as the ship sets anchor at the shore, their sons closely by their sides. She cracks a smile. "Look at that. Lady Olenna Tyrell.. Perhaps Highgarden too is sick of supplying the seven kingdoms." "Let us await her in the throne room, my love.", Jaqen hums and Medusa sends him a smile, kissing his lips before following him inside. "Aunt Medusa!" She smiles as the young sandsnake hurries towards her. The bastard daughters of Oberyn Martell had settled in quicker than expected and she had gained a new name. Aunt Medusa. A nickname she quite liked. "Hello dear. Where are your parents and sisters?" "In the gardens." "Would you be so good and hurry to get them into the throne room? Olenna Tyrell has come for a visit." The girl nods and presents pridefully her cheek to the Queen who bends down, pecking it. With a giggle the dark locked girl storms off again. "They have taken to you like family.." "They are precious little things. I wonder what our daughters will look like if we ever have any. Thus far it appears we have only had the luck of having boys." Jaqen smiles. "I am sure we can manage something about that." She chuckles softly, kissing his cheek as they sink into their thrones, their children in their arms, both of whom are playfully messing with their jewelry and hair. Fun they simply allow them to have. Next to them and a bit behind are soft seats placed for the dornish inofficial extension of their family. "Olenna Tyrell has come here?" "Indeed she has. We believed it to be best if you were here to witness the scene play out as well, seeing as your stay here has slowly but surely become somewhat close to infinite." Oberyn smiles, lightly nodding before they disperse across the seats, all watching the door intently as it opens. Olenna Tyrells eyes widen ever so sightly as she looks upon the Dornish people seated next to the Matosi royal family. "Prince Oberyn.. I didn't know you were here." "We didn't know either if we would be when we arrived. Yet we were allowed to stay in Matos indefinitely with the H'gars.", he says, shrugging lightly. "Please get Lady Olenna a seat. I will not be so cruel to a woman who lost most of her linneage to Cercei Lannister and her Wildfire.", Medusa hums and the old woman looks at her. "You've heard of it then.." "Indeed. How could one overhear it?" A plush chair is offered to Olenna Tyrell who sinks down onto it. "Enough of that. I am aware of you not appreciating it if someone talks around the point of the conversation. Neither do I. State the business you have with me and my family." Olenna nods. "I offered Highgardens forces to Daenerys Targaryen." Medusa hums. "A choice I can understand after what happened." "A few days ago the Lannisters overran Highgarden. We were like pigs in a cage, left for slaughter. Me and my last grandson were able to escape with four good men.. I do not doubt Cercei Lannister has attacked Dorne as well." Oberyn clenches his fists. "I will not go back to Westeros and Essos is nothing more than a pile of dirt. So I came here.", Olenna says calmly, her old eyes suddenly tired. "I feel pathetic asking for refuge, yet I must. If only for the chance of Willas getting to live another day. So? What will the great Taipan do? Will I die here by a blade? A rope? Poison? Or will I get to live?" "Willas is alive?" Medusa glances at Oberyn. "You seem fond of the man, Oberyn." "When we were younger I won against him in a tournament. However when I pushed him off his horse it fell onto his leg, leaving him partially crippled. To this day I try every chance I get to pay him back for harming him like such.", he mumbles. "Can you pledge for them? For I will not allow anyone who could endanger my children alive? Not even if they were once friends." Oberyn nods. "I will pledge for him and Lady Olenna. With my life if I must.", he says, surprising the old woman who had always despised Oberyn for what had happened with her grandson. Exchanging a look with Jaqen who nods she sighs. "Lady Olenna Tyrell. Matos will allow you to stay for however long it takes for things to settle. However.. our kindness is earned. We will find ways for you to make yourselves useful. Oberyns eldest daughters all train with our forces, having joined them. Oberyn and Elaria themselves do join our councils for warfare. I do not think your and your grandsons opinions to be of any less value as theirs, especially on topics like agriculture that house Tyrell is after all known for, especcially after Matos stopped supplying the seven kingdoms, or isnt it six now? Therefore that is what you will be doing during your time here. Is that agreeable?" Olenna Tyrell nods, a small smile on her lips as a tear escapes her eye. "Thank you."