Kingslayer [Game of Thrones] ✓

Leaps of the heart

Oberyn Martells heart leaps out of his chest as they spot the ships approaching, the flags of Matos and victory dancing in the wind. Hastily he makes his way down to the harbour, Willas and Olenna Tyrell joining him as Elaria stays back to look after the children.
He stares at the ship in anticipation and finally, when his daughters wave to him, standing side by side with the king and queen of Matos the viper himself can not stop the tears of relief from leaving his eyes.
Rushing down to him he embraces his daughters tightly, soon followed by the Queen and King, both greeted with thunderous applause. "Aunt Medusa killed the nightking. She just climbed out of the formation and shot an arrow straight through his head!", Nymeria blurts out loudly, making the Queen chuckle. "Everyone fought bravely. I am proud of Matos. Once again we reign superior. And I am glad this many men and women came back home. I am relieved we didn't lose any more.", Medusa says gently, finding herself being pulled into an embrace by the Dornish prince. "I'm glad to see you again." Before Jaqen can comment on the physical touch, he too has been pulled into a hug. With a low chuckle the faceless man pats Oberyn Martells back. "It is good to see you again as well, my friend." The two royals and the four girls greet Olenna Tyrell and Willas Tyrell with just about the same amount of affection and enthusiasm, all of them beaming positively. "However.. I have bad news. Cercei Lannister might deem Matos unprotected enough to attack us.. if she does, prepare her a welcome that will be deadlier than her wildfire could ever be. We survived the long night, hoards of wraiths and white walkers. A lion is practically a house cat in comparison.", Medusa says to those around. The Matosi people nod. "We are prepared for anything, my queen." "Very good. But for now.. let us celebrate our victory and honour those who died for it."Entering the castle the two parents are jumped at by the children and Medusa H'gar sinks to her knees, embracing her sons and nieces, pressing their little bodies to hers, not intending to ever let go again.

The festivities had lasted the entire day. Everyone in Matos celebrating their fallen heros. Their victorious royal family. The honorary family members of the royals in awe at the way Matosi people would handle the death of loved ones with celebration of their lives, not reminders of their deaths.

Then however, reality settles in and the waiting begins.
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Medusa Meer looks out into the darkness covering the water. Arms wrap around her waist. "What troubles you, my love?", Jaqen asks his wife, kissing her bare shoulder. "I am so sick of this silence, waiting for the storm, Jaqen. It troubles me that again I am waiting on a war. How much longer will I have to endure to allow my people to finally live in peace? We've fought against the long night, survived the walking dead. Every man and woman we lost on the field makes for a parent, son or daughter never coming home. A life torn away from their loved ones, their families. All I want is for Matos to finally find peace. For everything I have fought for, everything I've risked my life for, we've risked Our lives for, to finally settle in. I want our people to rest in the shadows of the trees, hear the seagulls call out as they dive into the sea, catching fish and I want them to feel at rest. Like they can peacefully grow to a high age, let their hair whiten, their skin wrinkle and watch their children and grandchildren live in the peaceful world that they helped me create for them. Is that truly too much to ask?"

Her words had not gone unheard by the extended family standing close by, Oberyn carrying both of the queens sons he had taken from Jaqen, the two boys sleeping nestled against his tunic. The green tunic he had taken to wearing to show which house he felt he belonged to. Olenna Tyrells bottom lip shakes as she allows the young queens words to sink in. Hastily she makes her way over to them and grasps Medusas hands, her old, wise eyes looking into hers. "Dear child... Believe me when I say I've never before met someone with intentions more pure and the force to back them. I may be old and my thoughts may on occasion escape me but, my dear, believe me when I say that I do not doubt that you will achieve your goals and that all of us will give you our full support. It may not be much. Two roses who have been all but uprooted and begun to resettle in your soil, one without its leaves, the other all but wilted into a prune and a viper without the power of his house behind his name, a mother and a bunch of young women who wield their weapons like they were mad.. but know that all that we can give you we will give. You had nothing to gain from allowing us into your family. Everything we tell you you already know better yourself. We'll see the day of true peace, my child. And hopefully it won't be much longer."

Medusa looks into the blue, old eyes full of wit and wisdom before guiding the old womans hands holding hers to her face, she leans into them, a gentle smile on her face as the moonlight graces her beautiful features, her eyes falling shut.
There were no words that could describe how grateful she was for the womans words and Olenna Tyrell herself had no more words to say. Only running her thumb over the smooth cheek, tears dripping from her eyes, as she feels as if she were caressing Margerys cheek. Medusa H'gar had become her replacement for Margery. She felt proud of the young woman as if she were her own flesh and blood.