We March For Yunkai

~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 15 Years)~~~

~~~(Location: Outside Of Astapor, Essos)~~~

~~~(Date: 299 AC)~~~

The week has passed, and our forces have gathered outside of Astapor. The Martell forces are to meet us on the way there. Dany and I are riding in a carriage that's being pulled by horses. The entire Unsullied army marches on all sides of us.

Oberyn is following behind with a hand-selected force of Unsullied. We all agreed that now is the perfect time to move. Dany is resting her head on my shoulder as Jae feeds on her. Alysanne is asleep on the other side of the carriage.

It's early morning, and the sun is just beginning to rise into the sky. There is a pleasant orange glow hitting the horizon.

My vision drifts to the sky, and I see our four dragons flying high. As we start to move away from Astapor, they keep a steady pace with our marching army.

The next step in our plans has started, and now we're getting to the real wars with our enemies. There will be blood and losses. Innocent and guilty alike will die due to the plays of the mighty. I can't save everyone, and it'd be a waste of time to try.

I know my priorities, and that's furthering the cause of House Targaryen. At the expense of anyone that I deem necessary. It's cruel, yes. But that's the lives we live, and that's the only way I'm bringing my family back to the power it once held.

"Rae... How many people do you think will die in our quest to retake what was stolen from us... Sometimes, I can't help feeling a terribleness at the actions we're committing... We're supposed to be different from our father... It feels like we're becoming more like him..."

Dany fills the carriage with her thoughts on what we've done so far. I've always seen it from a different perspective. When Aegon, The Conqueror, claimed Westeros, people didn't declare him mad. That only changed with the times.

When everything is over, and we've won. I'll probably be branded mad or evil for a time. But after my death, and my family lives on. I'll be remembered as the man who brought the family back from the brink of extinction.

That's my responsibility as the head of my house. To ensure the future and solidify our power. For the future generations.

"People will die, Dany... Young and old... Innocent and guilty... That's the cost of war... You have no idea who is going to die... Who is going to scream and burn..."

I still clearly remember what I did to Braavos and the consequences it'll have once I'm in Westeros. The Lannisters have smeared my name and house. Turning the Smallfolk against me.

Dany lifts her head from my shoulder and slowly turns to look at me with tired eyes. I run my hand up her back, and she lets out a happy sigh. My fingers reach the back of her head and through her hair. Massaging her head for her.

She leans closer, and our lips connect. It's not a kiss that you share when you're in bed, but one you share with the person you love.

"I'll always stand with you, brother. United, there is nothing in the world that can beat us."

The support from my sister has been with me from day one. She supports my plans and actions with all her heart, and that instills confidence in me that I'm doing the right thing. She understands the seriousness of all this as much as I do.

We kiss a few more times before she relaxes against me again as Jae feeds. I hold my sister close. My eyes land on Aly, and she's knocked out. I can't help chuckling a little at her goofy expression and funny position as she sleeps.

"Do you think they'll make a good King and Queen..."

Dany speaks as her eyes land on Aly too.

We've talked about this a lot. She's in agreement with me that we won't force them to be King and Queen unless they want it. But for now, we're talking as if they are for the sake of our family. If people found out that we wouldn't force them, it'd make us look weaker.

I think I know why she's asking this. It all stems from how our family rose to power and eventually lost it.

"The Targaryens our children are named after are the greatest rulers our family has ever produced. It'll help the people of Westeros see them as fit rulers. We're raising them right, Dany. I know for a fact they'll be the rulers our family needs after us."

There are times when Dany reassures me of the things I'm doubtful about. Her doubts concern the babes she's given birth to. Any mother fears the worse for her child, and that's why I'm reassuring her. Just as she does for me.

Dany and I aren't strong because we have dragons. An army. A name. It's because we have each other. That's the only thing you need to take on the world. A partner next to you that will believe in you and support you every step of the way.

"Mmm... I wonder what happened to Viserys... I've been thinking about him for the last few days... When we left together, you removed his arm... Do you think he's still alive..."

That's one thing I am a little worried about. If Viserys is alive, he could be producing Targaryen children too. One arm or not, and those are children that could oppose Dany and me one day. Or worse, the children that follow us.

"I've asked Ellaria to look into it. Viserys might still be in Pentos. But I'm not convinced he's dead. Worst case scenario, he's had children by now. He's a bad seed, Dany... I don't wish to kill babes because of their father..."

It's a sickening thought. But my dedication to my sister and children is greater than anything in the world. If I must extinguish Viserys and any children he's had, then I will. Dany and I didn't inherit the madness of our father. Viserys did.

He's likely to pass it on to his children, and more mad Targaryens isn't what our family needs. Especially now that dragons are back in the world.

I can't imagine what damage Viserys could do on the back of a dragon...

"Nor do I, brother... But we both know that Viserys and any children from him aren't good for our house... It'll bring it down..."

We're in agreement on how to handle Viserys if he's alive. And if he's had children of his own. It's a terrible thing, but I must do what I have to for Dany and our kids.

~~~(POV: Tyrion Lannister)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 34 Years)~~~

~~~(Location: Personal Office, The Red Keep, Kings Landing, Westeros)~~~

~~~(Time: 299 AC)~~~

"Do you seriously expect me to believe that Yunkai is risking a defense without any help from neighboring cities?"

My question is directed at the only person in my office. Varys. It's been two weeks since Raenon and his forces started marching for Yunkai, and he's only a few days away at this rate. I've gotten reports that Martell forces have met up with him.

He'll be attacking Yunkai with a force of nearly 20,000 troops. That wouldn't be enough to take a city like Yunkai. But he's got four dragons. The biggest of them hasn't been seen since before the death of Targaryen dragons. They say the beast blocks out the sky when it flies.

"The Yunkai are a rich and arrogant people. They believe that diplomacy and gold solve all their problems. I hear they plan to offer Raenon gold and ships for his mercy and preservation of their way of life."

They wish to provide everything Raenon needs to sail across The Narrow Sea with his armies. We need to do something to slow his progress in the East.

"Do you think he'll agree to a deal like that?"

Bronn enters the room after fetching me my seal. Looks like he heard the tail end of the conversation. Varys turns his head to Bronn and simply shakes his head a single time. At this rate, before Raenon is 17, he'll take Dragonstone back.

He'll be right on our shores.

"I'm afraid with the birth of the Prince and Targaryen Heir. The Targaryen claim to Westeros has only strengthened. Jaehaerys III Targaryen is named after the greatest ruler our Seven Kingdoms have seen. Not to mention Alysanne II Targaryen. They'll likely wed when they're of age."

Varys brought the news of a son being born between Daenerys and Raenon to the people of The Red Keep a few weeks ago. My father is furious that we can't do anything about it.

Raenon is playing the game smart. He's proving to be the threat I thought him to be when I first heard of his existence.

"I don't suppose it's too late for me to pack my shit and hit the road, do ya?"

Bronn is picking the worst time to make a joke. But I'm inclined to agree with the joke. It's not looking good for Westeros. Not good for my family...