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Who: Daenerys Targaryen
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Aoard the Caprine
When: Now

[Daenerys addressed the network, still looking a little worn around the edges despite her time asleep. She felt as if she hadn't moved from her bunk in days. In her hands rests the device, pointed towards her face and atop her shoulders rests one lazily dozing dragon. Drogon's black scales had a bit of a copper and red glint to them in the lights cast about her room, his eyes were closed and his wings were curled in close to him. His clawed hands clung to her shoulder while his feet dangled over her back, hidden by her hair. Across the other shoulder, the very end of his tail could be seen. He was draped neatly around her neck where he could rest comfortably.]

I apologize to anyone who may have been inconvenienced by my mishap. My absence from was not intended, though I have no idea how long exactly I was asleep. This is my first time experiencing such a state. Should anyone from the other ships wish to brief me I can be found at my post aboard the Caprine.

[A smile and she reaches with one hand to stroke the end of Drogon's tail. His wings fluttered, sensing the disturbance.]

And this is Drogon. He is one of the dragons whom I call my children, born of a funeral pyre originally, but reborn and returned to me by the Tree that gave us gifts. Perhaps some day Drogon's brothers will join us but for now he is all that remains to me of my home.

[Drogon's hands stretched sleepily and in his attempt to awaken he fell clean from his perch on her shoulder and down her back. With a loud raptor-like shriek, Drogon shot into the air, out of the video's view and out of sight somewhere above Dany's head. He wasn't happy to have been woken up. Thanks for that, Mom. :|]

Private Message: Tyrion Lannister

Lord Tyrion, if you wish to meet him in person, you are welcome to at your earliest convenience, though I don't know that he'll be quite ready to receive guests beyond yourself. He's still adjusting to the ship, I think.

[Another loud screech and Drogon dive bombed back into view, landing in a heap in her lap. Looking down, Dany coos at him, trying to console him.]

Shh, shh... you're with me... you're just fine, sweetling.

[She smiles, bringing her gaze back to the device.]

Be prepared for him to be a bit difficult. He is a child, after all.

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[The Caprine crew can find their Captain up and about, checking on various stations throughout the ship and finally stopping in awe of their new gardens. The lemon tree in particular received her adoration. She was excited to be able to harvest it and perhaps task Qing with making lemon cakes to send to one Sansa Stark as a bit of a peace offering between her and the girl and her brothers.

Drogon alternated between remaining perched on her shoulder, tucked beneath an arm, or flying a few inches beside her head. He made soft hissing and rasping noises on occasion, not displeasured at the moment into full on screeching. Having him around made her smile more brightly, her step more upbeat. If anyone in the crew or visiting the ship should happen upon her they would be greeted by him as well.]

Drogon, sweetling, don't wander too far...

[Not an easy command to follow for a baby dragon in a new place.]

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[Daenerys had Drogon tucked in her arms when she heard the knock on her door. The dragon looked up almost immediately, red eyes wide and suspicious. She set him down and instead of following her he made himself comfortable. Tyrion didn't smell threatening, at least, but he was still somewhat suspicious.

His mother on the other hand was overjoyed, still glowing with happiness at her dragon's arrival. Answering the door was easy enough and her excitement was palatable.]

Welcome, Lord Tyrion. You brought something with you?

[Something he was clearly only too happy to share.]

[Tyrion bowed deeply to her, smiling broadly as he swept the basket forward.]

Several things, actually ... and something for the new arrival, of course.

[He waits until she lets him inside, before he gives her a considering look.]

You are glowing with happiness, your Majesty. It suits you.

[He bows once more, before turning his attention to Drogon. He reaches into the basket, and holds out a small bit of cooked meat.] Shall we make friends?

[Dany smiles, shaking her head in embarrassment. Dragon's presence had definitely made her happy and Tyrion added to that. When he turns his attention to Drogon, however, Dany can't help but feel a bit worried. She had no idea how he would react. She usually was holding him whenever he met with someone in the crew. He was not being held right now.

For a moment Drogon was suspicious, but when he saw the meat he lowered his body to the surface he was occupying, staring up at Tyrion.]

I don't think he'll do anything... if you want to give him that.

[She hoped she was right.]

[Tyrion breathed in deeply, and carefully, before he moved in closer to Drogon, his eyes filled with almost ... child-like awe. He offered out the scrap of meat, his voice quiet and respectful.]

I think he shall soon realize that I am more likely to just gaze at him in wonder than do anything else. Here, small miracle ... please don't bite me. I've dreamt of this for over twenty years but I would prefer not to be set on fire. It's not part of the fantasy.

[She watches the two of them, remaining in her own place as Tyrion approaches Drogon. For a moment the dragon is disinterested but when he sees that there is a gift for him his interest is entirely on Tyrion. Standing up on his four legs, wings flexing a bit, he moves closer and his snout points upward towards the meat.

Standing up on two legs, he opens his mouth and lets out an impatient hiss. He wanted the food now.]

[Tyrion's smile becomes as wide as the ocean, as he gently puts the meat just where Drogon can eat it -- and Tyrion will not lose any of his fingers. He murmurs to himself, watching the small creature.] A dragon, just my size ...

[One corner of his mouth twisted.] For now, at any rate.

[Dany moves away from the door at last, standing close to Tyrion as he gets acquainted with Drogon. She lets out a short laugh at his comment.]

I'm not sure Atroma would allow him to get much larger and I don't think the ship could handle it.

Ah, but wouldn't be a wonder? [Tyrion murmured, holding out another piece of meat for Drogon. He looks at the dragon, then over at Dany, his mis-matched gaze serious, yet warm.]

Thank you. For this. I cannot think of many parts of my life that have been as good as this, especially coming from our homeland.

He truly was... he is the largest of my three. Some compared him to Balerion the Black Dread. His size and personality certainly did hold that reputation to be true, but he is my child. I care for him and his brothers more than anything... and yet I know what would happen if he were left unchecked at that size again. He was every bit as fearsome, but I hope he can be capable of the gentleness of his namesake too.

[It was a haunting memory, the sight of charred children's bones laid before her in her throne room. He might have caught a glimpse of it when they held hands before the tree. She still remembered glimpses she saw of his memories - his sister's cruel sneer, a glimpse of gold against copper curls. She didn't place what and when those moments belonged to, but she didn't forget them.

As she speaks, Dany moves to the desk, reaching out to stroke Drogon's back. He relented to his contentment, closing his eyes and pressing his neck against her fingers. Should Tyrion wish to do the same the beast was content enough to allow it.]

I keep hearing that. How horrible our home truly is. It makes me feel more impatient knowing what I cannot change, but this place gifted me with something just as important as Drogon. I hope I am not wrong in hoping that you might very well be the one good friend I have found in this place. You see me as your Queen, but I hope that we might also be dear friends.

From what little I saw of him, in that arena? I would most heartily agree. He will continue to grow, I think, until his death. Which I hope will not be for many years to come. [They needed dragons back in the world, no matter how terrifying. The same could be said about Daenrys. Robert Baratheon had ruled for twenty odd years, and he had nearly drove them into the ground. Hopefully Dany could pull them back out again.

He paused for a moment, before leaning over to rub the leathery hide, his breath coming out slowly. He purses his lips, before he speaks slowly and carefully.]

My Queen, I would be your advisor, your good friend ... and much more, but before all that, there are things you must know about me. About my past, about who I used to be, and how I became who I am now.

Ah, yes... that's right...

[She'd almost forgotten that he'd come to Mereen... probably because for her it had not happened yet. She hadn't really touched upon the subject, choosing to merely accept their relationship as it was now.]

Unless you've been exiled for selling slaves and selling my secrets to the highest bidder, I highly doubt I will find much to judge of your past.

[She hadn't judged Jorah for his, and yet that last bit - oh she'd wished he had died that day she'd sent him off on that mission for her to capture Yunkai. It would have been more final than the lingering regrets she had for exiling him.]

I am the daughter of a King made famous for lighting his victims aflame for sport and the sister to a prince who chose to kidnap another man's betrothed, dooming himself, his Northern girl, and the rest of Westeros along with him. I doubt the sins of your past can even reach those heights, but I will not dissuade you from telling it to me. I trust you. I want you to feel as if you can trust me in return.

Not in the most ... comforting of ways either. I currently am - was - a slave and no]

[A pause, then a dry laugh.] All right, you have me there. I never could forget that while my father was cruel, yours was absolutely mad.

[He pulls his hand away carefully, sighing softly as he looked across the room and a million miles away.]

A long time ago ...I was married. I was all but thirteen at the time. My brother and I were off riding when we came across a young woman, scant years older than myself, who was being set up by thugs. We saved her, and she ... and I, became enamored of one another. I ran away with her, and we lived in wedded bliss for a few weeks. She was a crofter's daughter, a simple, pretty thing - but I loved her.

[He could still hear the song she used to sing - Tysha - and his father's words echoing in his mind. He closed his eyes and continued.] My father found out about the marriage - and he sent my brother to bring me home. He told me ... that what Tysha had told me was a lie, that he had paid her to pretend to love me. That she was nothing more than a whore. To emphasize that, my father had her brought to Casterly Rock. He had our entire guard ... rape her, and each of them gave her a silver coin.

[He looked down at his hands.] And then he made me go last - to give her a golden coin - because Lannisters were worth ... more.

[Oh, that hurt. That still hurt, and he could feel the pain and the guilt and the self-hatred all over again.]

Some ... fifteen years later, and here I was, accused of murdering Joffrey. My woman, Shae, had given testimony against me - all lies. My champion had lost, and I was merely waiting for death. My brother comes to save me and he - well. He tells me that he has lied. That Tysha had never been a whore, that she had been a crofter's daughter and my father ... my father simply could not deal with the shame of a Lannister marrying a commoner.

[His smile twists, bitterly.] We destroyed that girl - all for my father's shame - and I had a hand in it. Destroying what I loved. So ... I said some very nasty things to my brother. I ripped into him, and then ... and then I crawled through the narrow stone pathways to reach my father. I found out that Shae ... beautiful Shae, in his bed, wearing his necklace of the Hand of the King. She tried to fight me - and I ... strangled her to death, with that very chain.

[Almost done. Almost.] Then I found my father in the privvy and demanded that he tell me where my wife was. He called her a whore again - and I told her if he called her a whore once more ... I would kill him. Right where he sat. Crossbow in hand. Of course my father could not resist - of course he would not give me what I wanted - of course he told me I was no son of his ...

So, of course I killed him.

[Dany remains silent, listening to Tyrion's story and the more she hears the more she feels a tightness in her throat and her heart sinking further into her stomach. The horror she felt was palatable. She could remember at thirteen, Viserys telling her just the lengths he was willing to go to find a way to take back the Iron Throne. He claimed that he would let every last one of Drogo's men and their horses rape her if it gave him his army. It had frightened her, but then many things had about him.

It was just as well that other men were so callous, so uncaring and cruel. Tyrion was none of those things. He had loved this woman and paid for it. One could not choose who they loved.]

He deserved it.

[It was the only thing she could say at the moment. In that small space of time she'd heard of Tywin Lannister, she hated him with every fiber of her being. She'd grown up hating him and men like him. They had murdered an innocent woman and children. Elia Martell could have lived had she not been unfortunate enough to marry into her family.]

He deserved what you did to him.

[Unconsciously, Dany clasps her hands together, as if she can trap in all the ugly feelings that threatened to pour out.]

What happened to her? Your Tysha.

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[One corner of his mouth twisted bleakly at that, but he felt ... this sense of relief to hear her say that. To have her not condemn him, for the weight of his crimes. He looked at her then, before he sighed. Heavily.]

He deserved worst ... and if I could have done that to him, I would have. I ... I was so enraged, Dany. I have never felt such rage in my entire life, but I killed two people in it. I fear the lion's rage would take me there again, if someone hurt another person I cared about.

[A pause, a long pause, and he lets out a shuddering sigh.] He would not tell me. All he would say was that she went where whores go. You will find it ... ridiculous but when I traveled across the sea, I looked for that place. To find her. To fall at her feet and beg her forgiveness. To let her end my life, if she willed it.

That would have been a waste of your life, to die like that. I don't know if she would have forgiven you but you do not deserve to die. You were a boy. You are not the boy you were any longer.

[She takes a steadying breath, wishing she could say more consoling things. In a way she felt envious of this Tysha for knowing a Tyrion she would never meet. Even so, she was happy to have the one she knew now.]

Looking for her is not so ridiculous. When- [She falls quiet, almost stopping herself from speaking. She had hardly ever spoken of Drogo and the happiness they had shared, only for it to be snatched away.] When my husband fell ill, I trusted a maegi woman to heal him. She had promised me she would. She had used some strange dark ritual to do it, to bring him back to me. Instead he was empty and her words to me were "Until the sun sets in the east and rises in the west, until mountains blow in the wind like leaves..." so many impossible things... only then would Drogo come back to me. I wanted to believe it, but then my heart knew that I had trusted the wrong person and that he would not return. I wanted it so badly that it hurt. Instead I found purpose in Mereen.

[Even in Mereen, her heart had died with Drogo. She had been long dead with him and yet Daario had brought some small bit of her back.]

And now I have purpose here, with you.

[Her crew were good people. She was happy, so much more happy than she ever thought possible. Tyrion cared for her, as did many of her new friends. She had found a home even if it was not the house with the red door and her lemon tree beneath the window.]

No, as a man I now know what it means - what I did - the cost ... oh, the cost is more than any gold the Lannisters have, or ever will have.

[He looks back over at her, his smile tilting up at the edges, before it became more serious again. He rubbed his thumb along his beard.]

There is a place, somewhere, where we shall see all our beloved ones once more. I just hope they have the courage to believe us when we tell them that we tried loving as much as life itself. I think your Drogo already knows. I think he knows that you shall love him, no matter what. I just hope ... I just hope that one day, that you will be able to love again. Perhaps not as fiercely, or with much fire ... but with all the purpose you desire.

[He sighed, softly, before his smile warmed and defrosted. He offered his hand to her.]

We are in this together, you and I. From the flames we were cast down, and from flames we will rise again.

[She nods, not sure she should keep talking about Drogo or other such things. It felt as if she'd already opened up enough to Tyrion that it was much too close. She'd made that mistake once with Jorah and didn't want to do so again, as much as the thought hurt her heart. To keep her counsel and her heart in separate places was what she needed to do to keep herself a firm leader.]

Love can wait for however long it needs to. That is - [She laughs a bit sardonically as she speaks] Love is probably the farthest thing from my mind these days.

[Already she can pull Leto's words to her out of the back of her mind and it makes her shake her head a bit.]

You aren't the first to wish for such things on my behalf and you probably won't be the last, but... thank you for thinking of me. Perhaps we will rise again in flames... even more while your sister's joy burns to ashes at her feet.

[She had not met Cersei but the glimpses of his memories of her had given her enough emotion behind them to feel hate.]

[He bites back a touch of disappointment at her words, but he knows that she has to think of her people first, her rule. He himself would never press her for more than she is willing to give -- and so if it is only his counsel she desires, then his counsel she shall have.]

Someone always should be thinking of you, My Queen. That is how we know we are affecting change in people's lives. You must burn brighter, and hotter, than I, so your shadow can cast farther than mine ever could.

[A pause, before his smile twists bitterly once more.]

She will find her end, soon enough.

[Somehow his words strike true. The thought that, even if the two of them were still learning one another, he still thought of her needs and wishes made her feel spoiled by him. She wished everyone she knew from home could treat her the same and yet that would be too much coming from the Starks. They thought her a threat. Tyrion thought her his Queen and it was enough, even if a small part of her couldn't help but think of Jorah and his seeming devotion to her. She didn't want to trust this nor let Leto's assertions, that even she deserved things such as love and to be desired, bear fruit. There was too much of a personal stake that she couldn't give to such things.]

Yes, but I doubt even a political alliance could result in something so frivolous as love, my Lord.

[Though wasn't that wrong? She had essentially been sold to the Dothraki and Drogo had loved her more than she had ever expected to feel love in those early years. That too had burned to ash.]

Still... to know that you at least think of me - thank you. I- I do think of you, too. It's why I'm happy to make even that small dream, to meet a dragon, come true.

[Hesitantly she traces the curve in his cheek that forms when he smiles. It filled her with immeasurable emotions to make him smile.]

[Tyrion understood a lot more now about sacrificing for the greater good - even when the good was not his. Perhaps if his family had learned more about that -- then they wouldn't have turned out so badly. Jaime might have a chance, some day, if he could ever get his head out of their sister's nethers.]

Hm, I have seen it happen. Rarely, but it has happened. Look at Ned and Catelyn Stark. Married for power, fell in love.

[He shrugged elegantly, before he looked up at her with a startled look. Then his gaze softened, as did the crooked smile on his lips.]

Small dreams, small happy moments. It is not the worst thing to wish for, I think.

[She smiles as well, though she couldn't help but feel nagging regret that smiles and small touches were all she would allow herself between anyone. There would always be her duties and her people, she decided. It did not matter here in the fleet and yet she had no idea what she would do without it - without the Iron Throne, her family's lineage, her dragons... who was she? She'd thought she had found a home with the Dothraki but Drogo had been her only claim to that life. It had gone up in smoke with him.

Her smlie faltering, Dany lowers her hand, resting it against her desk beside Drogon.]

What was he really like? Ser Barristan told me things but... your family was his enemy too. For so long I thought he was a conspirator of Tywin Lannister, a dog that served the Usurper beside him that stole my family's throne. I want to believe he was good... that he deserved love and family and all of that, but part of me still wants to hate the lot of them.

[Tyrion looks at her, his gaze pensive, before he reached over and took her hand. Folding his fingers around her delicate palm, so she would look at him. So she would see that while he respected her, he did not fear her. Even in telling the truth.]

Ned Stark was a good man. An honorable man. He only went to war with your father because your father had his killed - not to mention his older brother. Neither one of them had come to your father's court to speak treason ... only to demand, as Stark honor does, that Prince Rhaegar pay for his crimes and return Lyanna Stark to her family. That, my Queen, is the virtue, and the downfall, of all the Starks. They hold honor higher than they hold their own lives ... and they have often paid with them.

I see.

[Honestly it makes her sad, to know that her family had done such horrible things. What right did she have to demand a seat of power in a land where they would be required to bend the knee to her? What right did she have to force it upon them?]

Then... do you think it wrong of me to want to unite the Seven Kingdoms again? Including the North. They would want to stay separated, I imagine, but I.. I only want to go home. They want the same thing, Robb Stark and his siblings. Their home was taken from them, as was mine.

[He shook his head once more.]

A Targaryan brought us together in the first place - it seems only right they unite us once more. You are a new light in a time of darkness, Daenrys. You simply need to know how your people work, so you can rule them effectively. Promise the Starks revenge against those who have wronged them, and you will have their loyalty. The North remembers.

Perhaps, but Robb has assured me that revenge means nothing to him, as he is a dead man back there. As for his sister - I don't even know where to start with the girl.

[She was definitely of Northern blood, right down to her veins. It wasn't that the girl was cold, only reminded Dany very much of looking into a wall of ice. She blocked civility between them at every turn, just as her brother did in the beginning. Each of their conversations had been lined with tension, their last being about Drogon.]

She- [She laughs at this, almost in disbelief.] She implied that I keep Drogon away from the Iskaulit because she fears him. She doesn't want him in her presence. I had no idea what to say to that in a polite manner, if at all.

[She'd wanted to say something not so polite about the topic, but she refrained in the end.]

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