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Elaena, Samara and Daniselle travel to meet the  Ghiscari head in command. A few days prior to this, Elaena had informed the Ghiscari to choose their own leader and now as they were gathered around with the officers. Elaena and Samara hopped off their horses and made their way towards Daniselle who was standing in front of three men.

Elaena glanced at them," Are these the officers in charge?" Elaena asked the brunette.

" Yes, your grace " Daniselle said, " The officers you asked for". The officers marched towards the two and bowed in respect.

"  You weren't born in this life nor did you choose it, you are free men now and now can make their own choices. " Elaena told them.  " Have you all come to a decision ? " The Stark Targaryen girl asked, after she was finished  the Ghiscari cleared a path so their leader could make his way through. The man marched toward them and bowed, placing his spears on the ground as their respect.

" Could you please remove your helmet, so that we may lay eyes on your face, " Samara asked the men.

" I don't take orders from you, my lady, " The man said.

Samara glanced over to Elaena, " He won't listen to me, only you."

" Would you mind taking off your helmet, if you're comfortable with doing so? " Elaena asked softly.

The man removed his helmet and approached his leader holding his helmet in respect, he wasn not what the young ice dragon expected. He was young, handsome but again all The Ghiscari were young  though some were in middle aged.

" What is your name? " Elaena questioned.

" Jolothan, " the officer answered, Elaena face frozen for a moment.

" Jolothan " Elaena repeated in a low tone, confused almost at the name. Elaena and Samara glanced over to Daniselle asking them to explain the man's chosen name.

Elaena wanted her officers to be comfortable and free themselves, choose any name they wanted to be called from now on. But, she also wishes to know them more. One thing her father always taught her was to respect and appreciate soldiers for they were the ones laying their lives on the line for them.

Daniselle began speaking, " When Ghiscari are taken from their mother's breast by the masters, they give them names of their chosen that reminds them they are soldiers now nothing more and belong to them."

Elaena was disgusted by this but didn't expect anything less from the slave masters. As if stealing them from their families, enslaving them and treating them like dirt wasn't smog it already.

"  Starting today, you  will choose your own names. You will inform your fellow companions to do the same. Get rid of your enslaved names and change it to something else if you wish to.  A name that makes you feel free or  have pride, I will respect your wishes and honor them."

" Jolothan gives me pride " the man said, surprising the young ice dragon and sorceress.  " I was blessed to be given a name other than slaves that are just referred to by numbers. " It's the name I was given when I was enslaved. " But, Jolothan  is the lucky name I had when Elaena Stark Targaryen set me free " he finished.

Elaena's eyes welled up in tears after he was done with his speech.  She had never thought people would see her a hero, growing up she thought people would think her to be a monster due to her powers but she was wrong.  It felt good to do something for people in need, she was happy that she was able to help them.

For these people, they were free and never knew freedom before they met the young ice dragon and now they were serving someone who was good, kind and sweet, someone they believed in and trusted with their lives. It meant the world to Elaena that  they trusted her and didn't think her to be a monster nor judge her powers, they accepted her for who she was just like she accepted them. 

If her  mother  was here she would tell her it was a waste of time spending with the common people and helping them, it wasn't her job it just like back when she was in Winterfell when she would spend time with them claiming it was her fathers job to take care of them not hers. But sometimes her father would forget about doing his tasks seeing as he was ruling the north trying to keep peace throughout the land and that's where Elaena had stepped in and taken over which caused her mother and her to butt heads.

Her mother wanted her to focus on her lessons and worry about finding a husband instead of spending her time outside of the castle and in Wintertown with 'peasants and whores',  her mother would call them.

As always her mother was judgmental of everyone who wasn't perfect or highborn as them  just like The Queen was, it surprised Elaena how similar her mother and Cersei Lannister could be.

Both held themselves in high regard, loved their children but didn't care for common people. Though Cersei was cruel and vicious most of the time and her mother may not be nearly as bad as The Queen but she had done terrible things to Jon, mistreated him all the time. Made him feel worthless and yet her father let it happen and never put a stop to it which made Elaena angry.

It wasn't Jon's fault for what he was, he didn't choose this life and didn't deserve to be mistreated for what he was. Thinking about her brother started to make Elaena sad and wondered if Jon was okay, was he happy at the wall, safe.

They  mounted back on their horses and rode towards their next point, they rode until sunset and set up camp once again. After setting up camp, Elaena took a bath and put her children to sleep and rested up for the remainder of the night as best as she could.

                     King's Landing
 

In the great sept of Baelor, the High Septon was doing his normal duties for the day until he was interrupted by a certain erunch.

" Lord Varys, " he greeted in a surprised and confused tone. " How can I help you today?"

"  A certain little bird of mine tells me that you seem to have ties with the great kingdom of Yi Ti " Lord Varys said, glancing at the man. " What is the relation behind it, I don't see why a powerful wealthy emperor would make alliances with priests, clergymen of the religion that once persecuted their blood."

" Lord Shemuel, a good old friend of mine, provides the common folk with food and helps take care of the well being of the people. As for that incident you speak of, it is water under the bridge. Emperor Ghazo is hated by all, just as he should be." The High Septon responded. " Something the crown has failed to do."

" The Tyrells have supplied the city with food and other relief goods already " Lord Varys repiled.

" Well, " The High Septon said. " There's nothing wrong with extra help, I am just doing what the gods would want to do is to take care of the people."

" The gods have no mercy for anyone but themselves , " Lord Varys commented.

" Perhaps, " The High Septon hummed.

" A letter has arrived for you from your friend Lord Shemuel " Lord Varys said, taking the piece of paper from his robe and handing it to him.

" Thank you, " The  High Septn said with a tight smile.

" I hear that two weddings are in order."

The head of the Faith read the letter, smiling to himself. If the words were true, a certain young dragon should have obtained an army by now.

"Ahh yes, those Lannister-sponsored orgies that I have to partake in. It's truly a shame, Lord Varys. Lady Euphraise Tyrell seemed like a good candidate for a Septa. The "Sage Rose", they called her."

"Lord Tywin thinks of her as too smart to be left alone. I doubt she wants to marry that golden handicapped knight—" he paused, hearing two pairs of shoes clatter on the ground.

"...life is too short to damage your guts, Lord Tyrion..." the duo heard as the aforementioned lady and the little Lion of the Rock walked by. This would have been an amusement for any listener, but a man in his cups would soon suffer the consequences of his habits when he gets older.

"Words of wisdom indeed. If only Lord Tywin could see the chemistry of the two."

The High Septon nearly let out a snort. This eunuch could be amusing at times.

Gazing back to the letter, he appreciated the neatness of a nobleman's penmanship. He could not quite decode a missive in cursive, but the signature, sharp strokes of Shemeul's  work was simple enough for him to comprehend.

"It says here that our dragon has secured an army."

"Indeed. Has she said anything regarding Ladies Sansa and Arya?"

"She would rather keep their whereabouts close to her chest. She has lost her sisters once, she's not losing them again."

"It will be much better for them as well. Another thing of note, from a little bird of mine is how Lord Tywin wishes to marry his youngest son to Sansa."

The High Septon laughed, his voice echoing through the hall.  This lion has lost his mind!

"Snasa is a child, Lord Varys, not even ten and six."

"Apparently, that's what the little lion said."

"Lady Euphrasie would be a better voice for this clever man. Not only is she fit for producing heirs, but she is also wiser in the ways of the world."

As if on cue, Tywin walked into the hall, his aging face showing his anger in full force. Ignoring the remarks of that eunuch, he approached the High Septon, not noticing the letter in the priest's arms.

" Lord Tywin, " The High Septon said with a bow.

" Lord Tywin, " Varys greeted bowing in respect.

" What's this I hear about Lady Sansa and Lady Arya?" Tywin demanded, staring at them coldly before glancing at Varys. " Have your birds been able to locate them yet.?"

" No, sadly not my lord " Varys repiled. " It seems they are quite bent on disappearing for good."

" This is unacceptable, " Tywin hissed. " A man capable of your status should've found them by now."'

" I can only gather what my spies tell me nothing more, my lord, " Varys said.

" And tell me, have you been able to locate that foreigner heretic? " The old lion asked.

" Yes," Varys answered. " He is back in his homeland and it seems he has fallen ill.
"

" Has, he now " Tywin said, a tiny smirk coming on his face. " Good, let's keep him that way.'

"  I should return to my duties, my lord " the high septon said, excusing himself curtsying  before walking away.

Tywin turned to Varys and stared at him closely, " Lord Varys, I trust your spies will be able to give us word soon of the Stark girls' location."

" Yes, " Varys said. " My birds are working hard."

" Good, " Tywin said.

" Yes, my lord, " Varys repiled.

Tywin stepped out of the Sept, not noticing the trail of a green gown hiding in the bushes. If the alliance was to continue, he would have to wed Jaime to the young Tyrell girl, no matter what it took.

   
                    
                   Later On

Laughter was heard at the outskirts of the Queen's garden, a man and a woman walking hand-in hand could be spotted by a little spy from one of the pillars.

"I rather enjoyed that trip, Lady Tyrell," said the man.

"So did I. Who would have thought that I could give the Little Lion of the Rock a grand tour of the Great Sept?"

"And those words about my organs. How did you acquire such information?'

"I read, and I know things."

"Oh? What things does a lady know that their fathers do not permit them to know?

"Hmmm... Political sciences, medicine unless you are a midwife, preserving the dead, and many others."

"Have you tried doing all of those things?"

"Yes. My cousin Alana says that I have the bloodiest thorns in the garden. I take it as a compliment."

"At least you do not stay indoors, simpering over whom you want to marry."

"You have no idea how much I love to stay indoors.  Oldtown's library is a paradise! I could read all of the latest books on governance all day! I just wish I could apply that knowledge."

"Perhaps you may, when you become the Lady of Casterly Rock."

"And get stuck in a loveless marriage? No thank you. If I were to be someone's lady, I wish to marry someone with respectable wits."

"Like who?'

"The real hero of King's Landing has stayed in the shadows for far too long. We all know how the current king has no mind for leadership, and the little prince longs for a match of his own. The Golden princess is sharpening her wits, thank the gods."

"Tommen's idea of marrying Shireen is a commendable one. I'm glad Myrcella has rubbed off on him."

"Which just leaves you as the capable one. Lord Tywin was not Hand of the King when Stannis Baratheon invaded the capital, you were. For that, I give you my favor."

"Favor?"

"For all your strategic prowess, you are dense when it comes to matters of the heart."

Euphraise took her ring from her finger, and handed it to Tyion from a little examination. It was an exquisite thing; silver, with an emerald stone engraved with the Tyrell rose. Quill-shaped gems decorated the silver band, giving it an iridescent shine.

"Reacher ladies profess their admiration through jewelry, Lord Tyrion. It's high ime I reveal my own."

Tyrion examined the ring, but its beauty could not compare to the sincerity that Lady Euphrasie showed him.  A hero, she described him. A strategist, among other things implied in her statement.  He had dreamed of a day when he would meet someone who loved him for himself, not his titles or power.

He had Tysha when he was sixteen, but only for two weeks. Then, his father found out and disposed of her.

Euphraise reminded him too much of her, he could not bear it. And yet, he could not pass up the chance to be truly respected by someone.

"I have my flaws, My Lady but I promise to be better every day.  Enlighten me, as I have tried to enlighten my nephew. Impart unto me, the wisdom you have gained through your learnings. I shall give you mine, in return."

"So will I."

The duo could stare into each other's eyes for eternity, a comfortable silence and the promise of teamwork filling the air. In that moment, things were perfectly fine. Euphraise was for once, as free as she was when she went to Oldtown, and Tyrion was getting the praise and love that he deserved.

That was, until Cersei stepped into the light, a smug look on her face.

"Quite the vow you made, brother."

Tyrion almost dropped the ring in his hands, but for Euphrasie holding his coat.

'Isn't it impolite to intrude on someone's private meeting?" the annoyed little lion hissed.

"I only came here in search of Lady Margaery's cousin.It seems like she'd rather bed a dwarf, how wonderful."

"I understand your feelings towards Ser Jaime, My Queen.  After all, I had a history of admiring someone I shouldn't."

" I merely want what's best for my brother, Lady Tryell, " Cersei said. " His last wife Lady Lyarra didn't treat him well and took advantage of him, she ran off with heretics and dishonored my brother by beeding  that foreigner  heretic.  " She was a northern whore, a disgrace to the Lannister name.

"Is that so? I heard different tales from you. The roses say that he's still faithful to his dear ice wolf ." Euphraise responded, sending a glare at the Queen Mother.

"Uhh, Euphraise, you don't you don't want her to spill wine on your beloved books." Tyrion intervened.

" How much did my imp brother pay you to love him? " Cersei chuckled, staring at her little brother . " I mean, do you honestly think that Lady Euphrasie  could love such a creature like you? Look at you, she's not impressed.!"

"He  does not look like a typical song-worthy lord, but has the wisdom that your son, by Margaery's accounts, should have. It's truly a shame that he has a cruel soul."

"EUPHRAISE!" Tyrion shouted unexpectedly. Sometimes, this lady was a little too blunt with her critiques. He had learned from different sources that it had been the reason why Ned Stark was in his grave.

"For your love of knowledge, you do not know how to hold your tongue, Lady Tyrell. You can thank Tyrion for saving your life when your beloved cousin is Queen." Cersei snarked, and walked away.

" Euphraise, " Tryion said.

" Look, I'm sorry " Euphraise sighed. " I didn't mean to disrespect your sister but I couldn't bear to stand around and do nothing while she was talking awful  about you.  "

"Someone has died  because he told the truth. You could swap your book smarts for some practical wisdom from time to time. After all, not everything can be learned through reading."

"  I will take your advice in handy, my lord " Euphraise said.

" My sister is a dangerous woman to cross, " Tryion warned, glancing at her in concern . " My sister in law Lyarra learned that first and now she's dead.

" That's terrible, " Euphraise said. " She was such a kind, gentle soul, everyone loved her around even, the common people hold her high in regard much to my cousin's displeasure'

" Yes, " Tyrion smiled. " Lady Lyarra was quite the lady, she was very strong, determined, unbroken, a lady that couldn't be tamed. I wish you two had met. Lady Sansa could have used some sense."

" Ser Jaime  must miss her a lot, "  Euphraise said. " I feel guilty for my engagement to your brother, it seems I'm replacing her.  "

" Hopefully, one day he could love me or care for me " Euphrasie mumbled.  " I hope I will bring your brother some happiness and many children, if I live long enough. "

That was a ruse, Tyrion could see it. He held the ring tighter, wishing he was in Jaime's shoes.

" Though, I would rather marry someone of my choice " Euphraise sighed. " I recently had my eyes on this handsome, clever man but my family would never agree to it. My grandmother is set on marrying me off to a song-worthy lord. By the Seven I wish it was a sage instead."

" Perhaps, not all hope is lost " Tryion spoke up, glancing at her.

" We could never be " Euphrasie whispered. " I am to marry your brother, be Lady of Castely Rock one day. " My grandmother is already set on the match and it has been finalized.

It was easy to stand up to an enemy, but not a member of her family, she realized with great sorrow. Euphraise could rage at Cerse all she wanted, but Olenna? She would rather wilt than disappoint her.

" Jaime will never agree to the match, " Tryion said. " Besides, if my father finds out the truth that Lyarra is alive then  he'll have no need of you anymore for he already has his desired heirs. " he blurted out and realized what he just did.

The little lion cursed himself. It must be the alcohol playing truth serum in his veins.

Euphraise gasped, a smile slowly forming on her face. If that was true, then...

"Tyrion, you must tell him!"

" I can't, " Tryion whispered . " If I told him the truth I would be putting Lyarra, my niece and nephews in danger, my sister will kill them when she learns the truth. She's a harpy clothed in gold."

A moral dilemma for a loyal man, she mused.

" Your brother deserved to know that his wife is alive and that she has sired him children, , "Euphraise encouraged. " Your father will not let anything happen to his grandchildren.  They're his heirs after all."

"I wish he had the integrity of a late Falcon. This just leaves Cersei for us to worry about. But, I don't know if I should tell him the truth, Lyarra has been through a lot and if I do this it won't be right.  She's been put through a lot of stuff and danger, far too much for normal people to bear."

"Perhaps we will keep this secret for a while longer. Buy them more time.Let Margaery stabilize the kingdoms."

" Euphraise, you can't tell anyone what I just told you, " Tryion said. " No one must know for the sake of my niece and nephew, they're just innocent babies.

"I won't tell. Not even Grandmother will know." Euphraise replied, and took her pile of books into her arms. " But you should tell your brother the truth, he has a right to know.

She felt guilty, adding into the bells of his conscience. As she walked away, a thame to her; she should get her ring back, but she ignored that instinct.  If she could not declare her intentions through words, she could say it through jewelry.

Tyrion watched as Euphraise walked away and continue to watch her until a familiar cold  voice behind him interrupted him.

" You lying little monster . " How dare you keep this from me."

Tryion turned around and saw his father standing behind him, his eyes widened in shock. " Father, " he rambled out.

" Where are they? " Tywin demanded. "

" Who are you speaking of? " Tryion asked, playing dumb.

" TYRION! Tywin yelled glaring at him. " Tell me the truth now. "

" I don't know what you're talking about, father, " Tryion slurred. " My head is pounding me, I need to go lay down. '

He was about to walk away until he felt his father grab him by his shoulders and held him there. " Tyrion, if you don't tell me what I want to know then that whore of yours, Shae, will pay. " I will have every soldier and  guard take turns on hers and then afterwards give her to Joffrey to take his frustration out. " Tywin threatened.

"  Do you honestly want your precious heirs dead? " Tryion asked.  " Because if everyone learns the truth that will happen, so  many people have already tried to kill Lyarra and her children and they'll keep trying until they succeed."
 

" None of this would've happened if your brother never let those heretics take his wife away "  Tywin hissed. " that fool, "

"You never considered that the Starks have allies, did you? Kamakura is their biggest one yet. They may be far from your reach, but Empress Kyoko captured Gregor Clegane. How's that?"

"I do not care for that damned fool of a dog. I want my heirs. Send a letter to Kamakura's embassy, will you?."

" Lyarra is not there, father, " Tryion said. " The last time I heard she was in Pentos staying with Magister illyrio until She  gave birth and left probably sailed to one of the other free cities "

:"Playing hide and seek, eh? Ned Stark never passed on his honor to his children, it seems." Tywin snarled.

" Can you blame her, father? " Tryion scoffed. "  People have been trying to kill her and her children. Cersei is the one who made her flee, she sent Lannister  guards to hunt and kill Lyarra, they nearly did and burnt her alive. Then she was almost poisoned by a wine merchant and after she gave birth a mob of Vale soldiers attacked her in Pentos to kill her children. Of course she wishes to hide."

Tywin had heard enough from his youngest son. His loyalty to his loved ones reminded him of Joanna. She's dead because of you, said a voice in his head.

" So, yes I lied, " Tryion said. " But, I only did it to protect Lyarra and her children. " She has been through so much, give her a break will you,.  All this began with Cersei so if there's anyone to blame for your precious grandchildren being gone then blame her."

"You may wed Euphraise Tyrell... for your honesty." Tywin replied, after a long pause.

" What?, " Tryion said in shock. " Are you serious?"

" Yes, ". Hopefully, her wisdom can tame your wild ways."

" Thank you, father, " Tryion said. " I don't know what to say. "

" Don't make me regret my decision , " Tywin said.

" I won't, " Tyrion said.

" Good, "Tywin replied. " I will get the arrangement in order with the high septon and within a few weeks the wedding will take place ."

Tyrion spoke no more words about his sister-in-law. He could not place her in any more danger than he had, when he was forced to spill the truth.

" I'm  so sorry Elaena, " Tryion thought sadly.

" Father, " he asked. " I think it is wise to let everyone think that Lyarra is dead. That way, Cersei would not ruin everything."

" You leave your sister to me, " Tywin answered. " I will take care of her personality and let her know her place. " As for Lady Lyarra, I will track her down and bring her and her children to Casterly Rock where they will stay for their protection.

" And if she does not wish to be found?" Tryion asked.

Tywin gave it a thought. Wolves who were hot-blooded were a difficult breed to manage.

"Go prepare for your nuptials." he replied, dismissing is son's concern. One way or another, his cubs will race towards him.

" Father, please, " Tryion pleaded. " Lyarra is happy and she's obviously safer in the free cities so perhaps it would be best to let her go, at least until the war is over."

Another lie, he knew it but it seemed to please Tywin. The quicker the war ended, the better.And  then, House Lannister will reign supreme for all eternity.

" What has she named them? " Tywin asked wondering about his grandchildren well being and curious what names she chose for them.

" Well, " Tryion said. " Lyarra had triplets,  two boys and a girl. Her first born son is named  Luacleon Stark  ,  her daughter, Neasllela Stark and her youngest son is referred to as Jacerion Stark.

"Not Lannister... At least Cersei will be p;acated for now". Tywin responded, and left his son to his thoughts. He spotted Euphraise's ring on the lion's fingers, and smirked.

"As for you, I expect you to do your duties as well."

Tyrion watched his father walk away,and blushed

What was that for!?

                        Author Note

Tywin knows the truth now, oop Tryion really screwed up here . Poor Elaena honestly feel bad for putting her in tough predicaments she's honestly being through enough as it is

The next chapter will be a time jump of one month, during that time a lot of things will happen.

I hope to catch up with the other character  storyline, Sansa, Rickon, Arya and even Bran can't forget about them including Fuytyuski

I hope you like this chapter if you did give a vote below below and let me know what you thought

Also how would like to see a New Valyria in the story, thinking about adding Valyria to the storyline.

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