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The Dragon and the Hawke by MovinTarget666

Dragon Age & Game of Thrones Xover Rated: M, English, Humor & Fantasy, [unknown 1, Missandei] [Daenerys T., Yara G.], Words: 106k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 1k+, Published: Jan 6, 2016 Updated: Aug 16, 2017

465Chapter 1: Meetings

The Dragon and The Hawke

Marian Hawke was scared, more scared than she had been in her entire life, but she would not falter. She had faced blood mages, crazed apostates, mad templars, and the deaths of her entire family, she had not faltered, and so she would not now.

Even as she threw lightning at the massive spider demon that approached her, and the Inquisitor, Alistair, and the rest of them fled towards the great rift behind them, the Champion of Kirkwall knew she was doomed.

She watched with grim acceptance as they escaped, as the rift closed, as her chance of freedom was lost to her. It was here that her attention wavered, for but a second, but that was all the monster needed to take her.

There was a massive flare of pain along her entire left side, and Hawke was thrown a hundred yards through the twisting green air of the fade, to land against a wall that became her floor, and stare up at the monster that advanced on her.

But her task was complete, and Marian Hawke was not a moron, so she ran. As fast as her feet could take her, she fled from the monstrous nightmare that once guarded the great rift at the Grey Warden's fortress. As she passed a line, one that was unseen and unmentioned, the beast stopped trying to catch her.

It took her many minutes to realize this, though, but when she thought about it, she supposed that it made sense. The behemoth of a demon was fucking stupid, and its master had been destroyed, scattered to the ethereal winds of the fade. Its only orders had been to stand by the portal that was no longer there and wait to be summoned.

Now there would be no summoning, but it did not know that, and it did not know that its master was dead. So the old orders would be obeyed, and Marian Hawke escaped with her life. Well, she escaped as much as one can when trapped in the realm of dreams.

And so the Fade became Marian's home for a very, very long time.

Years later, who truly knows how long, she had certainly lost count, she managed to stumble into a new section of the Fade, one that had not existed before. Or maybe it had, and she simply had not reached it. In this new piece of the fade, she found an odd mix of physical and ethereal, one that had not been present since her time with the inquisitor.

She also found a girl there, or more accurately, she found a woman. The strange plain of snow didn't tell her much of where she was, what realm she had stumbled into, and after following the woman, she really hadn't expected to suddenly be in a tent in a desert.

When she had finished looking around in total and complete confusion, her gaze returned to the woman, and saw that the woman was gazing at her, ignoring a big guy and a baby.

At the same time, the question asked was, "Who are you?"

Dany did not know what to think of the strange woman who stood before her. She did not bear the look of a Targaryen, she had never met her before, and there was little chance that she would meet her in the future. The woman was as pale as she suspected Jorah would be if he did not spend every day in the baking sun, and had eyes the purest blue she'd ever regarded.

The woman, for the curves, the voice, and the gait could be held by nothing else, shrugs after a second, and tells her, "Marian Hawke, Champion of Kirkwall, you?"

"I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, Mother of Dragons," Dany replies, as strongly as she can.

"Mother of Dragons? That's an impressive title, how'd you get it?" Marian asked her

"I birthed three from their eggs, and they are my sons," Dany tells her, sure that telling a dream about her life was not a terrible decision.

Marian nods in appreciation, "Well that's impressive. I don't think I've ever heard of anyone raising a dragon before. I'd have thought the threat of getting burnt would be a good deterrent."

"I am of House Targaryen, and we share the blood of the dragon. Fire does no harm to me," Dany tells her

"Oh, that's gotta be nice," Marian nods. After that, they fall into a moderately uncomfortable silence before Marian finally asks, "So, where are we?"

Dany furrows her brow, and for some reason she has some trouble grasping where she actually is. Looking around, she sees her lost husband and son, and her eyes widen, "I am in a vision, in the House of the Undying…"

"Where's that?" Marian asks, tilting her head. Before an answer can come though, the desert and the tent start to fade.

Daenerys looks around, and finds that instead of standing free, searching for her lost children, she is instead chained up, and Pyat Pree is staring at her with glee.

"Ah, welcome back, your grace," The Warlock cackles insanely

"Warlock," Daenerys snarls at him, dragging at the chains holding her, "What are you planning?"

"I plan on keeping you," Pree chuckles, "And your beloved children."

Dany stills, and looks around, and there, behind her by only a step, are her dragons. They gaze at their mother, waiting for her to act, for her orders. Turning back to the Warlock, she demands, "Why do you intend to keep us?"

"Your presence, and that of your dragons, increase my power exponentially!" Pyat Pree tells her, stepping closer to run a thin finger over her face.

Dany turns her head away from his touch, and sees a very confused looking Marian Hawke blinking at the Warlock. Before the Mother of Dragons can say anything about her presence, or ask for help, the woman from her vision declares, "That's not how magic works!"

Pree spins, and sees the woman in plate and leathers, and it is clear that he has no idea where she could have come from. He steps away from the Dragon queen and raises a hand, and begins to cast a spell.

Dany's eyes widen at the possibility of the woman being killed because of her inaction and shouts, and her dragon spew forth fire. Pyat Pree screams as he catches flame, and starts flailing around, trying to put out the burning cloth and flesh that the dragons have encased him in.

The Mother of Dragons watches as he starts to run in circles, and shares both a sick pleasure and a terrible horror at the sight of her enemy flailing and failing to snuff out the flames. There is a crack, and lightning strikes the Warlock down before the flames can completely snuff out his life.

Looking again to the side, the same side the lightning had come from, Dany sees Marian standing with her gauntleted right hand extended. Small discharges of electricity travel between her fingers as the magic seems to settle. Once she is sure that the man is dead, Marian lowers her arm, claps her hands, and says, "Well, that was bracing!"

Stepping over to Dany, she starts fiddling with the chains, "Whelp, let's get you out of these."

It takes several minutes, filled with cursing, clumsy fingers, and a few statements about going out of class that Dany really doesn't understand before the chains fall away and she is free. She smiles at her savior before turning her attention to her children, and starts working to free them.

With both women working together, the first two dragons are freed in about the same amount of time that it took to get Dany free. By the time they start working on the third, there is a shout down the hallway, and Jorah as well as the last of her Bloodriders burst into the room.

The old knight is out of breath and looks around the room with a steely determination that is not often seen, but the wind is taken from his sails as soon as he sees Dany and another, unknown, woman working to free Drogon from a chain around his neck. Sheathing his sword he steps up to them and asks, "Your grace, are you unharmed?"

"Yes, thank you Jorah," Dany nods, still working at the collar around Drogon

"Who's he?" Marian asks

"Ser Jorah Mormont, Lady…?"

"Marian Hawke," Marian replies, turning to Dany she asks, "So, you're a big deal, then? You've got a knight and some shirtless guys coming to your rescue."

"They are my bloodriders," Dany tells her, "And yes, I am a Targaryen, and the rightful Queen of Westeros."

"Huh, how bout that," Marian muses, then gives a triumphant sound as the collar around Drogon's neck releases. Smiling, she steps back, "Haha! Well, that was fun!"

Jorah looks at Marian and asks, "Where do you hail from, M'lady? You look to be of the North, but I've never heard of a house Hawke, before?"

"Well, I'm from Fereldan, not the North," Marian corrects him, "And I'm actually part of House Amell, but my mother married an apostate instead of some puffy Orleasian."

One of Dany's bloodriders says something in his native tongue, and Dany nods. Turning to her new friend she says, "We have not heard of any of those places before, where are they on a map?"

"No idea, honestly," Marian shrugs, "It's been Maker only knows how long since I got trapped in the Fade, so my homeland could be lost to me forever!"

"The Fade?"

"The realm of dreams and magic," Marian tells her, "We were just in it, you know, before we wound up here with the bacon."

Looking to the charred corpse of Pyat Pree, Dany nods, "So the you I saw in my vision was the actual you?"

"Yep," Marian nods

"How is that possible?"

"No idea."

"Very well," Dany nods, and lays her hand on the dias her dragons lay on. The three climb onto her and she declares, "We shall try and figure it out after we have dealt with Xaro."

"Who?"

"My husband."

"He do something to you?"

"No, but he owes me a fleet, and I am tired of Qarth."

It turns out, Xaro had in fact done something to Dany, and the Mother of Dragons buried the man and a woman who betrayed her in a vault. Marian didn't really find it all that fun, or beneficial, but she didn't say anything. Her silence did not have much to do with her supporting the way the man was killed, but more to do with the fact that she was being loud in other ways.

The Bloodriders of the Khaleesi learned how to properly loot a palace. Marian was calmly walking through the place, and as she had done countless times in the past, she opened books, pocketed jewelry and silverware, and killed anyone who tried to stop her.

By the end of the day, Marian had a fairly substantial pile of gold on top of the money that Dany collected to buy her own ships. When all was said and done, and the boats were off from Qarth, the two women sat in the captain's cabin with the dragons and talked about their respective lives.

All in all, it was a very productive first day out of the Fade for the former Champion of Kirkwall, and the only living mage in the known world.

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465Chapter 2: Dragons and Fishing

The Dragon and the Hawke 2

Marian had always liked riding on ships. She liked big ones, small ones, and any type in between. She had that advantage over Dany's men. While they were getting sick over the sides of their ships, she was happily skipping along the decks and putting all of Isabela's many lessons to good use.

Watching all of this, with a mixture of caution and curiosity, were Drogon, Viserion, and Rhaegal. They watched the woman whose leathers smelt of long dead dragon move from one end of the small wooden island to the other, doing strange things at every point. At some point, as the constant motion of the sea and the woman's pacing got to them, they each in their own pace would fall asleep.

Upon waking, they would again sight the strange woman whom their mother had become so fond of following the death of the other women. The strange woman who smelt of dead dragons would every now and then look in their direction with the same level of curiosity that they showed her. Eventually their each party's interest in the other boiled over until there was nothing to do but actually interact.

Marian decided to fish, and she had set up the nets, cast out lines, and after a week of waiting, pulled in a large pile of both fresh and rotted fish. The mage used the rotted fish for new bait, and set about organizing the fresher kills. The fish were placed in barrels that had already been picked clean of food, and most had been sent to each of Dany's ships for the cooks to make very large servings of fish filet for dinner. One bucket though, Marian saved for the Dragons.

The woman who smelt of dead dragon now smelt of dead fish, and the Dragons looked at her curiously as she dragged a large barrel smelling even more strongly of dead fish over to them. After setting the barrel a few feet from them, the woman reached inside and after a second pulled out a fish. The dragons stared at it curiously, waiting for the trick, or for the fish to be cooked. The woman clearly intended to feed them, though she did not have a pit or stove like the other humans did. Instead, what she did, was hold the fish out to them, and it burst into flames.

The dragons watched, each with some degree of awe as the human displayed their own power to them. The flames were their domain, and this human who smelled of dead dragons and fish was claiming that she was on their level. The woman who smelt of dead dragons was declaring herself a dragon by right of fire.

Marian, naturally, had no idea the philosophical shit storm that she had created in the minds of the dragons, and instead held out the now cooked fish for them to eat. Eventually, one of the dragons snapped the fish from her hand. She smiled as she watched it eat, then she took out two more fish and cooked them for the other two dragons.

"What are you doing?" Dany asks from behind her, causing the mage to jump in startled fright and throw the fish into the air.

Viserion and Rhaegal snapped up their own fish from the air before settling down with their brother to watch their mother and the newly declared dragon converse. The mother was clearly the more powerful of the two, if the sudden scent of fear that erupted from the newly declared dragon was any indication. The dragons had known that their mother was one of them, had known that she had birthed them and that she was to be guarded at all costs, but they had thought her weak. If the new dragon was afraid of their mother, or at least cautious, then that meant that they should be as well.

"I'm feeding the boys," Marian replies nervously to her friend, "They looked bored and hungry, so I thought I'd fix that. Plus, they've been kinda edgy around me, so I thought a little bribery would make them like me."

"It seems you were right," Dany nods, stepping up next to her, "Could you hand me a fish?"

Marian smiles and grabs another fish, cooks it, then hands it to her friend. Dany smiles and for the next hour, the pair feed her children.

To the Dragons, a clear hierarchy had been created with the simple feeding ritual. They were at the bottom of the pole, as sons. The Human Dragon of the name Marian Hawke was next, for she carried in her the power of the dragons, and had slain one older and more powerful than they. At the top of the hierarchy lay their mother, for Daenerys was served by the Hawke, and the Hawke's power served their mother as easily as it killed others of their kind.

To the humans, all that they could see was that the dragons warmed up to Marian, and that for some reason they were far more accepting of Dany's orders than they had been in the past. When she was trying to figure out what could possibly have caused the change in their attitude, Marian had laughed.

"It's obvious isn't it!?"

"What is obvious?"

"Why they're so much nicer!"

"Not to me, tell me."

"You ever heard the old saying: the best way to a man's heart is through his stomach?"

"I haven't…"

"Well, we just got to see it in practice!"

Marian had dissolved into a fit of giggles at that, and Dany had rolled her eyes and smiled indulgently at her friend's casual attitude. As important a it was that she remain proper and stood in power as the queen she was, she was also glad that she had someone who cared so little for propriety.

Jorah had tried to bring up the issue to them both at the start of their excursion, but Marian had swiftly shut him down, declaring that she had been sent from a dream to help Daenerys, so she damn well better act the way she was. Somebody else would have been sent if they wanted somebody else. If it was her that got sent to help out the Mother of Dragons, she was going to act like herself.

Plus, she could throw lightning, so she didn't take shit from anyone.

It was weeks later, after another feeding session with the dragons, that the shout that they were approaching the city of Astapor was called. Looking around in curiosity, Marian stands and strides over to the boat's stern and peers over the waves.

Sure enough, a large city stands tall in the distance, and they are sailing straight towards it. Turning to Dany, who had joined taken a spot beside her, she asks, "So, I probably should have asked about this earlier, but what are we getting in Astapor?"

"An army," Jorah tells her, leaning against the railing on Dany's other side, "Astapor is where the Unsullied are trained, and sold."

"The Unsullied?"

"An army of men trained from boyhood in the art of war," Jorah tells her, "They have never been defeated."

"They are also an army of slaves," Dany tells her with a frown of disgust

Marian furrows her brow, blinking a few times, then leans her back against the railing and asks, "So… we're buying slaves? I'm gonna go right out and say it… that is a shit plan."

"Yes, thank you, I know," Dany sighs, "But if I am to retake my homeland, I must be strong, and I must have an army."

"Well, why don't you try and get more bloodriders? They seem like a decent bunch," Hawke waves her hand at one of Dany's men, currently vomiting over the edge of the boat.

"The Dothraki only respect strength," Jorah tells her, "And they practice slavery as well."

"Maker, it's like I'm stuck in Tevinter!" Marian shudders.

Rubbing her eyes, Dany tells her, "I know this is not the best option, but it is the only option that I can see. I do not know how where else to go to collect an army."

Marian frowns, "I'm… I'm really not okay with this. I'm not going to stop you, but I do want you to know that I am probably not gonna want to talk to you for a while. Also… I'm probably going to kill a lot of people if they try and get their grubby slaver hands on me."

"I take it you have personal experience?" Jorah asks

"Yeah," Marian nods, "A friend of mine, Fenris, was a slave for most of his life. I helped him slaughter his old master and literally everyone who was even remotely related to the guy. Good times."

Dany lays her hand on Marian's shoulder and tells her, "I intend to free them."

"You do?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"I don't know, but I'll think of something."

Marian looks into her friend's eyes, narrows her own as she regards the deep violet of Dany's irises, and then nods, "Okay, I'll help."

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465Chapter 3: The Adrastian Side

The Dragon and the Hawke 3

The day was drawing to a close as Marian made the observation, "I don't like him."

Dany smirks, "Be glad you can't actually understand him. He is a vile man."

"You understand that gobbledy gook?"

"High Valyrian."

"You understand High Valyrian?"

"Yes, it is the tongue of my ancestors."

"Well, my ancestors were orlesian, you don't hear me talking with a fruity accent, do you?"

"Is that meant to make sense?"

"It probably would if you knew what I was talking about."

"It feels like we are talking in two different languages."

"Says the girl who actually talks in two different languages."

"Your Grace, Lady Hawke," Jorah cuts in, "Perhaps we should move this argument to the ships?"

"You are correct, Ser Jorah," Dany nods, and takes the lead on their walk towards where the ships are moored.

"What was that Krazy guy saying anyway?"

"You were not listening to the translator?"

"Missy? uh… not really, actually," Marian rubs the back of her head awkwardly at that, making an exaggerated frown

"Missy?" Dany raises an eyebrow at the pet name for the slave girl, Missandei, that had acted as Kraznys Mo Nakloz's translator.

"Yeah," Marian nods, "She's got the same color as my old girlfriend."

Dany stops, and turns to look at Marian with confusion, "Girlfriend? I'm not familiar with…?"

"Uh…. I did the nasty with her," Marian explains, "There was a ten percent possibility that we might end up married? Though, actually, Isabella was never one to settle down, so I may be overestimating that…"

"Your lover was a woman?" Jorah asks

"Yeah! She was great!" Marian nods, a fond and nostalgic smile playing across her lips.

"You don't intend to try and woo the queen, do you?" Jorah asks after a minute.

Marian looks at him like he is crazy, "You kidding? Dany's like my friend Aveline, all prim and proper, and way, way too straight to even think of taking a walk on the Andrasian side."

"Andrastian side?" A robed man that was walking near them mutters in wonder.

And like that, Marian included him into their conversation, "Yeah! Andraste was the prophet of the Maker back where I'm from. She got burnt at the stake for preaching freedom and love in a slaver empire, but it's said that she was wed to the Maker in the afterlife. And seeing as the Maker is a genderless being of unspeakable power, everyone just kinda assumes he's whatever gender they want him to be. So… Andrastian side is sort of… pansexual, i think the term is."

"Pansexual?" The robed man looks at her with alarm, exposing his face, and ending the argument when Jorah recognizes him

"Barristan Selmy?" the Knight asks in confusion

"who's Barristan Selmy?" Marian asks, and Dany's attention is taken from the road and a small girl playing with a ball to the conversation she had been doing her best to ignore after Jorah had brought up the possibility of Marian trying to sleep with her.

"He was one of my father's Kingsguard," Dany tells her, and her gaze locks on the old man, looking him up and down with a mix of confusion and interest, "But I had heard that he served the Usurper now."

"I did, your grace, to my shame," Selmy nods, "I was not their to protect your father, and in my shame I chose to stay and protect the next royal family. I have been dismissed by the Usurper's son, Joffrey, a boy as mad as your father once was."

"And why are you here, Ser Barristan?" Dany asks

"I hope to serve the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms," Barristan declares, dropping to a knee as he says this, "It has been long since I have served a good liege, and would be honored to do so again."

Dany looked down at the man, unsure. After a moment she turns her attention to Jorah, question in her eyes. He nods confidently at her, "Ser Barristan Selmy is the best blade alive, even at his age I dare say he is deadlier than most. Though why he would return to the Targaryens after serving the man who had them butchered is lost to me."

"I served Rhaegar Targaryen, and fought with him at the Trident," Barristan sighs, "It is of my greatest regrets that he died while I lived. I was a prisoner of the Baratheon's, and at the end of the war, when all the Targaryens lay dead but you and your brother, halfway across the world, i chose to fall back into the only thing I knew."

Dany regards the man, nodding at his words, "And now?"

"The boy on the throne is worse than your Father could ever have hoped to be," Barristan tells her.

"My father?" Dany narrows her eyes

"I served him faithfully, your grace," Barristan sighs, "But he more than any other deserved his title."

"The Mad King."

"Indeed."

Before they can delve more into unpleasant topics, Marian rejoins them. Dany startles as her friend steps up next to her, having not noticed that the mage had stepped away for a moment. The former Champion raises her gauntleted hand, revealing a charred insect corpse, "Anyone know what this is?"

Three pairs of eyes widen at the sight, and Dany breaths out, "Manticore…"

"Where did you get something like that?" Jorah asks.

Marian points her thumb behind her with a negligent flick, and the three turn to see a smoking corpse, "Who was that?"

"No idea," Marian shrugs, "Looked like a kid when she gave me the ball, then when I zapped her, she turned into a weird looking guy in a purple robe, so I zapped him again."

"The Warlocks…" Dany whispers

"What, like that guy who had you chained up?"

"Just so."

"Huh, well, yay, go team, killin Warlocks and all that," Marian waves her free hand in victory. Then she smiles and says, "I'm gonna go feed this to Drogon!"

"Why?" Jorah asks, confused

"He might like it," Marian replies with a shrug, "Later old guy!"

Barristan blinks at the way the armored woman addressed him and turns back to his Queen and Ser Jorah, "Who is that?"

"Lady Marian Hawke," Jorah replies, "From what she has said, she is from far from here and came to Her Grace in a dream."

Barristan blinks, and with furrowed brows, tries to figure out how many questions Jorah managed to add beside the one he managed to answer.

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465Chapter 4: Happy Dances

The Dragon and the Hawke 4

"This is really fucked up," Marian notes as they walk past the slaves strapped up on crosses

"The Walk of Punishment," Barristan tells her and Dany as they slow to a stop before one of the slaves, "It is a warning."

"To who?" Dany aks.

"To other slaves, to stop them from doing whatever it was that theses slaves did," is the tired response.

Dany holds her hand out to Jorah, "Give me your water."

While Dany tries to get one of the tied up slaves to drink, Marian walks over to another one, frowning at him. She looks the slave in the eyes, and she sees a terrible resignation present in his eyes. Years, maybe decades of pain, and degradation, and horror all pushed through his eyes and into her. She clenches her teeth, frowns, and turns away, unable to take the raw emotion that has passed to her.

With her eye averted, she sees that Dany, Jorah, and Barristan have moved on, and she jumps to catch up with them. She spends the beginning of the negotiations trying to tap down on her desire to roast Krazy as he tells Missy, who tells Dany, that she isn't rich enough to afford his Unsullied.

She watches the slave master with a mixture of hatred and hunger, and eventually the man notices. He turns to Missy and says something in that language that he doesn't know Dany understands, and Missy turns to her, "My master wishes to know why you are gazing at him in such a manner?"

"Oh, don't mind me, I'm just thinking of all the ways I could kill him," Marian waves her hand, as though she were discussing the weather.

Missandei's eyes widen, and she turns back to Kraznys and tell him what Marian said, and the man laughs. He waves aside his concern over his gaze, though Marian has to raise an eyebrow at how easily he can dismiss a threat against his life.

There are ome more negotiations, then Dany does something that Marian really doesn't expect, and tells the slavers, "I have dragons. I will trade one for the unsullied."

This elicits a shit storm in both parties, but Marian stays back and watches her friend's face, as well as that of Krazy and his ilk. The former Champion of Kirkwall can see as clear as day that Dany has won the negotiations, and Krazy was going to try and milk her for everything that she had. She could also see that he had already accepted her offer.

It would not matter how many dragons Dany offered, only that Krazy got a dragon. In the end, Dany offered him Drogon, and took Missandei right off the bat. All the while, Jorah and Barristan look like somebody shit in their cornflakes.

Once the negotiations ended, Jorah and Barristan spent the next minute trying to dissuade Dany from her trade. Marian followed a few feet behind, skipping merrily as they argued with the queen, well, more at the queen than anything.

She was only drawn into it when Barristan looks back at her and demands, "And why are you being so silent about this matter?"

Shrugging, Marian tells her, "I trust Dany to do her thing."

She catches the Queen's smile as she steps up to Missandei and starts asking her questions. Skipping between Jorah and Barristan, she catches up with her friend and their newest party member and asks, "hey… butting in, sorry. What did you tell Krazy when I told you I was thinking of how I'd kill him?"

Missandei's eyes widen, and she swallowed, "I told him you were a mad woman in service to the Queen, and that it was your job to look at men and think of how to… do things to them. I was not specific."

"He thought I wanted to fuck him… didn't he?"

"yes."

Marian manages to hold herself together, for all of five seconds, before she lets out a tremendous laugh. She catches herself on a wall, and just keeps laughing for several minutes, and by the time she gets a grip over herself, the others have already left.

Looking around, she frowns, but shrugs. Turning to one of the unsullied, she asks, "Hey… you see which way my party went?"

The man does not react, simply staring ahead, over the sea. Marian leans up to his face, then turns her head to gaze in the direction that he is staring. She frowns to herself, then pats the man on the head like a dog, "Don't worry, you'll be free by tomorrow."

At this, the head turns, and the unsullied looks her in the eyes. Marian smiles at him, and presses as much comfort and caring that she can into him. She watches as tears well in his eyes, probably the first that he has ever shed. She just gives him a sad smile and tells him once more, "Tomorrow."

Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough, and sure enough, every unsullied was lined up in formation as Dany, Marian, and the rest of their party exit the walls of the city to observe them and the Queen can be given command. Marian was carrying Drogon on her shoulder, and most of her back, while the nobles and slave masters of Astapor stared in awe at her and the Dragon.

Krazy was giving a speech, Missy was translating, and Dany was impassive as she strode past the lines of the Unsullied. His speech died in his throat as he caught sight of Drogon climbing over Marian. His speech, which had been something about sacking cities and bloodying the unsullied early, really seemed to light a gleam in Dany's eyes as she took the chain that attached to the collar around Drogon's neck.

Drogon, for his part, understood the nature of the farce that the mother and her second were putting him through. He knew that he must burn the pretty smelling man with no hair, but only at Mother's command. The prospect of burning a man was exciting, the most he had burnt himself, and alone, had been a fish. He still recalled watching the other bald man, the one who had chained mother like he was now, burning with the help of his brothers. He wanted this new bald man to burn as well.

Drogon tilted his head, taking flight and landing in front of the bald man and screeching at him. He gleefully let the man know that in a few minutes, he would be flash fried and eaten. He recalled what Marian had told him, when the collar had been latched around his neck: so long as there was a collar around his neck, he could eat humans. If there was no collar, no humans.

He didn't like it, but Marian hadn't been accepting of his hesitation, nor of Viserion nor Rhaegal's. The brothers had whined for hours at her, but she had been firm, and told them that bad people were a special treat.

Marian, for her part, watched as drool dripped out of Drogon's mouth and worried she may have overdone it just a tad when she taught the dragons what they could do with bad people when they had collars on. She hadn't expected them to understand her, but she supposed that they were a lot like Grrr, her Mabari. They were a lot smarter than people gave them credit for; they were basically dragon shaped people, who had mage's tempers. Marian could not remember how many times she had shocked people with lightning for annoying her. It was scary really, how much she related to the dragons.

It was by this point in her internal debate that she noticed that Dany had finally played her hand. The Queen was holding the whip thing that symbolized that she was the master of the unsullied and she was shouting in Valyrian at the unsullied. Allowing a big grin to spread over her face, Marian looks over at Krazy, who was looking more and more scared with every word that Dany was saying, as did the masters behind him.

She turned her attention to Jorah and Barristan, who had what may have been the most relieved looks on their faces. She rolled her eyes at them, not really understanding how they had actually thought Dany would be willing to sell her children.

Then the unsullied started killing people, a lot of people, and Drogon started burning other people, and Dany just sort of stood in the center of a terrible mass of organized chaos. Marian decides that she should make her way over to her friend, and casually pushes through former slaves murdering slavers and screaming people.

She stops in front of her friend and gives her a big smile and a thumbs up.

Dany returns her smile, though it is more subdued.

"What's wrong?"

"I have killed many people with this," Dany sighs

"Phe," Marian waves her hand dismissively, "they were slavers. Fuck 'em."

"You truly see nothing wrong with what I've done?"

"My friend Fenris, you know, the escaped slave I told you about," Marian continues after Dany nods, "Well he had a saying, the only good Tevinter, is a dead Tevinter. Now, what that means here, is that the only good slaver is a dead slaver. I think he was right."

She shudders, "I mean, Krazy cut off some guy's nipple! And the guy wasn't allowed to react! That's all kinds of messed up."

Dany nods, the small amount of reservations she had easily assuaged by her friend.

Together they stand at the entrance to the city, listening to the sounds of people dying, dragons roaring, and freed slaves cheering. Marian quirks her mouth and notes, "We should probably fix this place up before we leave."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you just destroyed a system that's existed for who the hell knows how long," Marian points out, "We should probably make sure that people don't start killing each other once we leave. That would just… suck."

Dany raised an eyebrow, "Speaking from experience?"

"Yep," Marian nods, shuddering as she remembered the shit storm that Kirkwall had become after the Qunari had killed the Viscount, "It isn't pretty, and old anger'll jump up out of nowhere and fuck everyone over.

Dany nods, "Then we will stay, until the people of Astapor are settled."

"Yay!" Marian cheers, then to the approaching Jorah she extends a hand, "High five!"

Jorah blinks at her, and shakes his head. She frowns, then extends a hand to Missandei, who hesitantly claps it. Marian starts cheering happily to herself, making some kind of dance as Dany gives an impassioned speech to the Unsullied and they start banging their spears.

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465Chapter 5: Learning

The Dragon and the Hawke 5

It took three days for Dany to realize that she had no idea what she was doing.

She had tried to encourage the unsullied to claim their own names, but apparently they chose the ones they were slaves as. If Grey Worm, the elected commander, was any indication, they were very happy, but still stuck in something of a rut.

When she went to Jorah, Barristan, Marian, and Missandei for advice, they hadn't been much help. Her knights reassured her that leading was in her blood and she would get the hang of it eventually, Marian had laughed, and Missandei had given some nice but ultimately useless advice.

After the meeting between her and her advisors, she watched a Marian approached Missandei for something, and the former slave nod. When she tried to talk to her friend about it, the mage had waved a hand and told her that all would be made clear soon enough. Unfortunately, soon enough didn't come soon enough, and she was faced with trying to mediate a dispute by sundown.

Standing before her makeshift throne, stood two former slaves and a child. The ex-slaves, both women, had come to the Mother of Dragons to beg for help in determining who should have the child. The child, one of the former masters, was not old enough to even speak, and both women had acted as his nursemaids and each wanted to take care of the child, whose entire family had been killed by the Unsullied.

Dany, in her throne, was unsure how to proceed, and had no idea what she should do in regards to this. She turned to her advisors, and it was clear that neither Barristan nor Jorah had ever had to deal with something like this before. Missandei turned to the queen and in the common tongue offered, "Perhaps the child should go to the woman with the stronger claim?"

"Yes," Dany nods, "But how could we tell who has the stronger claim?"

"No way to tell," Marian enters the conversation, idly feeding a rat to Viserion who was perched on her shoulder, "We could ask them."

"But how would we know if they are telling the truth?" Dany asks

Marian shrugs, "That's your deal, Dany. I can read body language and stuff, but you're the queen, and you actually understand them."

"You can read body language?" Missandei asks, surprised

"Yep, I'm just full of surprises," Marian nod, winking at the girl.

Missandei blushes, but ignores Marian and turns back to the Queen, "Slaves are told that they can never hide their true selves. None but the Unsullied are trained to be cold. It serves better if they are emotional, and their deceptions can be easily found. These women will not know to hide themselves from Hawke's gaze."

Marian blinks, and leans back, a smile slowly growing over her face. The smile becomes a small, wistful gaze into the distance before Dany manages to draw her back into the conversation, "Can you do that, Marian?"

"What? Tell if they're lying? Sure," Marian nods, and she thinks of Varic, and who knew what adventures he was having by now, "I was trained by the best."

"Good," Dany nods, and turns back to the two women, who had been waiting silently for the Queen to decide who of them would take the child. Looking between them, she then asks which had the stronger claim over the child.

Marian watched as both women began to speak in tandem, then both stopped and the one to the child's left indicated for the one on the right to speak. From the simple gesture, it was clear that there wasn't a distinct animosity between the women, but that they both cared for the child and wished to see him well.

The woman on the right spoke clearly, her answer heartfelt, but it seemed that she was holding something back. Her eyes would constantly turn to look down at the child, then at the other woman. Marian had seen this behavior before, back when that kid had gotten himself trapped in the fade. His mother had cared so much for him, but she also looked to the Keeper of the Dalish clan from the mountains for advice.

If she was reading this right, the woman on the left had about the same amount of wisdom and power in the eyes of the other woman as the keeper. And when she spoke, Marian could see why. The woman was older, taller, and she had the air of intelligence and power about her that many lacked. She looked upon the woman on the right and the child like a grandmother would an unruly child. She seemed to believe that the child should be with the other woman, but that the other woman was not ready.

After she finished speaking, Marian turned to Dany and suggested, "Maybe you should ask them if either have anything close to family."

Dany turns her head slightly, petting Rhaegal's head as he slid up next to her and nods, and turns to the women. As she asks her question, it is clear that the answer for both is in the negative. The queen looks back at her for some indication of where she is going with this, and Marian suggests, "Tell them that they should live together and raise the child as one."

"Like you would do with your Isabella?" Dany asks

Marian blinks, "Not what I was going for, but sure, I could marry them if you wanted to go that far."

"You could marry them?" Missandei asks, an eyebrow raised

"Yeah, there was this beautiful priestess in my home town, Leliana," Marian explains, "Best way to get a look at her was during church ceremonies, so I just kinda fell into the habit of learning all the prayers and ceremonies and stuff. Plus there was this one time I had to actually get inducted as a Mother of the Church…. don't ask me why, I was drunk."

Dany and Missandei shake their heads before the queen turns her attention to the women, and tells them Marian's suggestion. Both women are clearly shocked, and the younger asks something of the queen. Dany furrows her brow, and waves a hand at Marian while explaining something. Marian gives them a smile and a thumbs up.

Both women regard her with caution, then turn back to the queen and tell her something. To Marian, it is clear that they are in no way going to be getting to know each other in the andrastian sense, but she didn't really care.

After that incident, Dany decided that having Marian as her advisor was a double edged sword, as the woman could give some good advice, but at the same time, much of her advice was mad. Barristan could attest to the fact that her father had been a madman, but apparently he had been a different type from Marian.

And then Marian proved she was damn good at being the queen's advisor when she and Missandei dragged an old man into her throne room. Though, in all honesty, it was Marian who did all of the dragging, it was clear that Missandei had a hand in whatever was about to happen. Standing the old man up, Marian happily said, "Dany, may I present to you, your tutor!"

"My tutor?" Dany raised an eyebrow testily

"Yeah," Marian nods happily, "He used to be a slave in one of the noble families of Astapor. He taught the heirs how to rule their households and all that stuff."

"You found me a tutor to help me learn to rule?"

"Well, yeah, you were complaining like two days ago about how you had no idea what the hell you were doing. I thought this would help."

Dany stands, and descends the steps to stand in front of Marian and the old man. The man bowed his head and said something in Valyrian. Marian smiled when she saw the look in Dany's eyes shift, and she smiled even wider when Dany lifted the old man's head and said something to him in that tone that she saved for when something really played at her heart strings.

After that, Marian didn't have much to do with advising the queen. Instead she was busy entertaining the dragons so they didn't start cooking people. To do this, she had managed to convince Missandei to have the Unsullied bring her any murderers.

For the next three weeks, while Dany got the hang of ruling and tried to build some sort of governing body for Astapor after she left, Marian inadvertently became the Queen's executioner. One by one, former slaves and escaped masters who decided to take some form of revenge against someone else in the city found their way in front of Marian, and the dragons. The dragons, the size of ponies now, were eager to fry and devour the men and women that were brought before them.

It took Dany a week to realize what Marian was doing, and less than an hour to decide that she should just let it happen. She was a Targaryen, and she had Dragons, so using them made perfect sense. Plus, her children were far more amenable with full stomachs, and it was an actually useful way to get rid of the murderers. She really didn't like that there were so many murders happening in Astapor, but Jorah's explanation about men and swords still rattled through her head.

In the end, it took a month for Dany to get her army to pull out. The city had settled, a new ruling council was established, she had learned how to use messenger ravens, and Marian had fed most of the more dangerous men to the dragons. Still, things may not go smoothly in her newly conquered city, and she had a force of three hundred Unsullied remain behind to keep the peace. Marian had told her how to word her orders, the mage far better at talking than her.

And so the Mother of Dragons began her march, and as they set off, Marian had to ask, "So where are we going next?"

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465Chapter 6: Quick Change

The Dragon and the Hawke 6

"We don't need to take Yunkai," Jorah notes as he, she, Marian, Barristan, and Grey Worm observe the slave city from the top of a cliff, "Taking the city will not bring you any closer to Westros or the Iron Throne."

"How many slaves are there in Yunkai?" Daenerys asks, and in front of her, Marian smiles to herself as she looks at the view before them.

Dany was using her 'my mind is made up, fuck off or help me,' voice. Jorah could never tell when the queen whipped that one out, but Marian had a decade of practice with Anders and Justice. Remembering her fellow apostate, Marian frowns in distaste. She could still recall the sight of him bleeding out from her dagger to his throat.

Marian shakes her head, and catches Dany's final statement to Jorah, "Then we have 200,000 reasons to take the city."

Turning around, Marian sees Dany giving some orders to Grey Worm, and she followed after the queen, "So what's the plan?"

"I am going to offer them a chance to surrender," Dany tells her

"And when they say no?"

"Why do you think they will say no?"

"They're slavers, and they've had things their way for thousands of years," Marian tells her, thinking of the many times she had tried the same tactic in Kirkwall, and how it had never worked. Slavers liked things their way, and fuck everyone else. Marian was glad she didn't mind killing people, otherwise killing so many slavers would probably have done something to her moral compass or conscience.

"I told Grey Worm to have the man he sends tell Yunkai that they will surrender if they do not wish to suffer the same fate as Astapor."

Marian nods, "Alright, that should at least get you somebody coming over to try and bribe you."

Dany looks over at her friend and raises an eyebrow, "How many times have you done something like this to know how they will react?"

Marian stops, and starts counting on her fingers, Dany watches as her friend runs out of fingers, followed by toes, before flicking her finger through the air for some mental math. Finally, after Marian says something about carrying the two, Dany shakes her head and notes, "A lot, then."

"Yeah," Marian nods, then smiles, "Want me to get the boys ready to put the fear of the maker into the guy they send to bribe you?"

Dany nods, "Yes, I need to talk to Missandei on how to properly receive an ambassador, so if you would?"

Marian gives a mocking salute and a genuine smile before setting off to pick up the dragons. She manages to find them after a few minutes of looking, basking in a particularly sunny patch of grass, and claps her hands, "Alright, boys, we've got bad men to scare!"

Drogon is the only one to react, opening one eye to look at Marian. He huffs, closes his eyes, and goes back to sleep. The Human Dragon thought she could order them around outside of Mother's presence and would be taught the error of her ways. Viserion and Rhaegal, though more hesitant than their larger brother to ignore her, followed his lead.

Marian for her part, simply raised an eyebrow. rolling her eyes she steps up and leans against Drogon's flank. She ignores his warning growl and laughs, patting his side, "Awe, is the little baby tired?"

Was she mocking him? Drogon's eyes popped open and his head spins to stare at the woman. She sends him a rakish grin, and shows her own teeth in response to him doing the same. Then there is a flash in the woman's eyes, and the power that let her kill older dragons is stirred.

Again, Drogon is given the unpleasant reminder that Marian was a more dangerous predator than he. As magic sparked between the two, Viserion and Rhaegal raise their own heads to watch the show, regretting their decision to follow Drogon's lead. It takes only a second for the Alpha personality to present itself, and the dragon turns his head, accepting that the human was stronger.

"Good boy!" Marian smiles and rubs Drogon's neck. The dragon gives a hiss of pleasure, then grunts in dismay as she pulls away, "C'mon guys, we've gotta go scare a bad man!"

All three dragons hop up at that, remembering the last time there was a bad man, and the veritable feast of human meat that they had enjoyed. Marian blinks at their reaction, then grimaces, "Oh… yeah… no eating him until your Momma gives the order."

The dragons chirp in disappointment, but take off anyway, as the alpha ordered, and fly towards where they can feel their mother. Dany, in her own sense, turns to her children as they approach, and tells Missandei to have the unsullied get into possition.

The dragons land in front of her, all three rushing around her, trying to grab her attention, and she smiles and runs a hand over Drogon's head, then Viserion's, then Rhaegal's. Each gives a chirp of glee at her gentle touch, and the Mother of Dragons sighs. She turns her attention to Marian, who has just managed to get around a tent and was walking towards her.

Marian, seeing Dany's expression, stops and tries to think of what she might have done this time. Not able to figure anything out, she walks over to her friend and her kids and asks, "What did I do this time?"

"I was going to ask you that very question," Dany tells her pointedly

Marian tilts her head, then shakes it, "Can't think of anything bad I've done recently… but, then again, you usually give me that look whenever I've done anything…"

"Precisely," Dany nods, "So what have you done this time?"

Marian shrugs, still not sure where she could have caused any trouble

"The dragons," Dany indicates as Drogon nuzzles her hand far more insistently than he had for the entire trip to Yunkai.

"Oh!" Marian realizes, "I told them they could eat the bad guy only on your say so."

"Bad guy?" Dany raises an eyebrow at the childish moniker describing the slavers

"Well, yeah, the guy they're sending is a slaver, isn't he?"

"Indeed."

"So, yeah, bad guy."

Dany sighs, shaking her head, then turns to adress her children,"As much as I would like to feed him to you, I have no need of him."

Rhaegal, who grasps that Mother had told them no faster than his brothers, chuffs in disappointment before slinking over to his nest in the command tent. Drogon is the second to understand, flops onto the ground, sulking at the fact that he won't get to eat anyone today. Viserion isn't as disappointed in the lack of eating bad guys, instead just enjoying the feel of Mother getting right behind his ear ridges.

Dany looks down at Drogon, scared by his belly flop onto the hard dirt, but Marian waves her off to go get ready for her meeting. As the Mother of Dragons departs, Marian sits down next to the black dragon and scratches his head.

Drogon turns his head slightly, and his eyes tell her of hurt feelings and a sense of betrayal. Marian rubs under his chin and tells him, "Don't feel that way, Drogon. Your mother wasn't the one to promise you bad guys, I was."

The dragon flicks his head to the side, and his neck snakes around to stare at her more fully. Marian gives him a rueful smile, "Yeah, I know, I shouldn't promise things for Dany, but then again, when has she ever disappointed you?"

Drogon lays his head back on her lap as he considers her words. Mother had never lied to her, never been cruel as the scortched bald men had. It seemed that Mother was the only one who saw that he and his brothers were the better creatures to humans. Marian was okay, but she was a dragon too, so she didn't count in favor of the humans. In fact, in Drogon's thinking, the only good beast was a dragon.

When she caught the contemplative gleam to Drogon's eyes, Marian smiled, sure that she had just one a great battle of wills against yet another creature smarter than her. Patting him on the head, she tells him, "Come on, let's go scare a slaver."

Drogon watches as Marian stands and walks towards the tent that Mother sits in, and he flaps his wings and hops after her. They spend three hours waiting for the emissary to arrive. To pass the time, Marian starts teaching Missandei to juggle, then she tries to teach Grey Worm. Surprisingly, the Commander of the Unsullied manages to catch on to the skill quickly, and soon he and Marian are showing off for the amusement of everyone else in the tent.

Dany watches, and not for the first time, realizes that she is terribly glad to have the mage as a companion. Grey Worm was a serious man, a stoic man, and after less than an hour of personal interaction with Marian, he was smiling softly. It wasn't a big thing, barely an upturning of his lips, but it was enough to let Dany know that her friend was needed.

Unfortunately, the juggling had to stop as the emissary approached. Grey Worm replaced his helmet on his head, Marina sat down on the ground, leaning up against Dany's throne and started playing with a ball of fire, and everyone else got into their own positions to start putting on the show.

As the Emissary wa carried up to the tent by a party of slaves, Marian frowned, and the gleeful ball of fire in her hand started to morph into a crackling ball of spiking electricity. The emissary was able to see this even from his seat, the height of his position, and the blue light of the lightning helping him see the armored woman playing with magic as easily as he breathed.

He had to be given credit though, that wasn't when he shat his pants. He stepped off of his chair and strode forward as Missandei introduced him, "Now Comes the noble Razdal mo Eraz, of that ancient and honorable house, master of men, and speaker to savages, to offer terms of peace."

While she had been speaking, the slave lord had been striding confidently towards Daenerys. As Missandei finished speaking, Rhaegal turned his gaze towards the bad man he was not allowed to eat, and hisses in anger.

Razdal stomps and takes a terrified step backwards before Dany places a calming hand on Rhaegal's neck. The dragon, staring at the slaver with a terrifying combination of boiling rage, demented hatred, and stomach churning hunger, lowers his head to the ground. Razdal, petrified, only moves when Marian points out, "I smell shit… did he shit himself?"

"I believe he did," Dany smiles as the emissary turns to look at her with a mixture of fear and anger. The two gaze at each other levelly as Missandei lists off all of Daenerys's titles, and when she finishes, Dany tells him, "You may approach. Sit."

The message is clear to Razdal. The invader had displayed her power, and her unwillingness to deal with any form of flattery or blustering that he may have started the talks with. He sat carefully in the chair that was placed before him and took the wine that Missandei offered him.

He took a sip, then placed the goblet he had been given on the ground before speaking, "Ancient and glorious is Yunkai, our empire was old before dragons stirred in old Valyria, many an army has broken against our walls. You will find no easy conquest here, Khaleesi."

Dany's response is simple, she reaches to her side, and pulls out a slide of meat from a horse that had died the day before. She tosses it into the air, where it is struck by a blast of lightning from Marian before Viserion snatches it out of the air. The dragon gleefully chomps on the meat as he stares at the slaver he wasn't allowed to eat, imagining the meat he was chewing was that of the bad guy in front of him.

Razdal swallows, and his teeth clench when the mage calls out, "Yep, he definitely smells like shit."

Marian chuckles at the fact that they managed to get the guy to shit his robes twice before they'd even gotten to the proper threats. Dany, as well smiles, "I was told that i should blood my unsullied earlier, and it is clear that you find my children and my mage terrifying. Why not save yourself and your fellow slave masters a terrible death?"

"There is no need," Razdal tells her, and claps his hands. Four slaves carrying two chests approach and set their burdens on either side of the queen, opening them, solid bars of gold are revealed, "The Wise Masters of Yunkai extend a gift, gold, and more on the deck of your ship."

"My ship?" Dany asks

"He wants us to fuck off," Marian notes, raising an eyebrow at Razdal, "He thinks he can buy you."

"Does he?" Dany leans back, "Do you?"

"Yes," Razdal growls out, "The Wise Masters will gift you with any number of ships so that you may sail from here. Return to Westeros so that we may conduct our business in peace."

Dany sighs, turning her head away from Razdal as he speaks, and her eyes catch on one of the slaves he had brought with him. The slave was trembling, terrified, of either her or Razdal. It did not matter which, only that he not be afraid for long, "I have a gift for you, as well."

Razdal straightens, clearly believing that Dany will agree to take her armies and leave. He was sorely disappointed by what Daenerys Targaryen decided to gift him with, "You life."

"My life?"

"And those of your Wise Masters," Dany elaborates, "Surrender your city and you will be allowed to live."

Razdal growls, jumping to his feet and toppling the chair, "How dare-"

"I'd like to point out that if you don't agree, I get to feed you to Drogon feet first!" Marian points out, raising a finger

The wind is immediately taken from Razdal's sails, but he manages to get himself together and narrows his eyes, "i was promised safe passage."

"And you shall receive it," Dany nods, "But once you are back in your walls, you will no longer be safe from my word. Tell your masters of my terms, you have until sundown tomorrow to reply. If you do not, I will assume that you do not surrender, and will be forced to take your city and your lives."

Razdal snarls, "Yunkai has friends! Powerful friends! You will break on our walls! Just a every army has before! Take the gold!"

The slaves step forward, but Rhaegal gives a warning growl, his head lifting from the throne to stare at them. Dany raises an eyebrow at Razdal and notes, "the gold was a gift, one I will put to good use. Be sure to tell the Wise Masters that I thank them."

Razdal's lips twitch, his face contorting in an ugly manner before he spins and stalks back to his chair. He growls in his native tongue as he sits down.

As he was leaving, Marian tilts her head, and asks, "any idea what he meant by friends?"

Dany looks to Jorah, who seems to know the most about Essos of all the people with her, and he shakes his head, "I don't know."

"Find out," Dany tells him, leaning back with a sigh, petting Rhaegal's head as she closes her eyes.

Before she can drift off into a nap, Marian asks, "Hey, I meant to asks, why did you change your robe?"

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465Chapter 7: Apples

The Dragon and the Hawke 7

It took Jorah three days to find who the Yunkai's friends. He had not even told Daenerys their name before she was demanding to be shown them. The old knight took her, Barristan, Grey Worm, and a contingent of Unsullied to go look at the forces brought against her.

As they observed an approaching team of horses, Barristan makes his distaste for mercenaries known, "Those who fight for gold have neither honor nor loyalty, they cannot be trusted."

Dany nods, an idea forming in her head. Turning to Jorah, she asks, "Do you know who they are?"

"Only by the broken swords on their banners," Jorah tells her, "They call themselves the Second Sons, and are led by a Bravosi named Mero. They call him the Titan's Bastard."

Dany snorts, "He is neither titan nor bastard."

"He's a dangerous man, Khaleesi. They all are."

"How many?"

"2,000, your grace, armored and mounted."

"Enough to make a difference?"

Looking at Barristan, it is clear that he wants to say yes, but a contemplative gleam in his eye tells Dany he isn't so sure that is the case. After a moment he tells her, "Enough to make a dent."

Dany raises an eyebrow, but nods. She knows as well as he that Marian and the Dragons are probably worth more than the entire army at her back, and she was glad to have them. Turning to Jorah, she tells him, "Call a meeting with this Mero. It is hard to collect wages from a corpse."

"He may not agree to meet," Barristan points out

"He will," Dany tells him, stepping back and turning, pointing out as she does, "We've got dragons, Marian, and a sellsword can't afford to be beaten by a girl."

On the subject of Marian, while the warriors and Daenerys were discussing the Second Sons, the mage was talking with Missandei. Sitting upside down in a plushy chair she had looted from a town that they'd liberated a few miles back, Marian looks at Missandei as the former slave calmly raises an eyebrow at her, sipping a bit of wine, "I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?"

Missandei sets her goblet down and peers at the oddly positioned mage in front of her, "By what would I be made uncomfortable?"

"Well I've spent the last six weeks trying to get you out of your dress," Marian shrugs, which ends up toppling the her and he lands flat on the ground, now looking strait up at Missandei from the ground, "It just hit me that trying to seduce you may be, I don't know, wrong? So I wanna check and see if you want me to stop."

Missandei simply gives her a small smile before leaving the tent.

Marian blinks, staring up at the canvas roof of the tent. She lays there for several minutes before a new figure is made itself known. Turning her head, Marian sees Dany. The Mother of Dragons is looking at her friend lying on the dirt and asks, "Are you alright?"

"I think Missy is okay with me trying to get her naked," Marian tells her with a wide grin.

Dany rolls her eyes, "You have been trying to seduce her for more than a month, and you just now asked if she was fine with you making the attempt?"

"Yeah, only figured it out like an hour ago," Marian nods.

Dany extends a hand to help her friend up. Marian takes it and once she is on her feet she starts brushing the stray dirt from her leathers, "So, what's up?"

"Yunkai has hired a mercenary company, the Second Sons," Dany explains, "I plan on meeting with the companies captains, and buying their service."

"Ooh! Mercenaries?" Marian smiles wide, "I speak fluent mercenary!"

Dany raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Marian nods, "I worked as a merc for a few years."

"You were a mercenary?"

"I've been a lot of things," Marian shugs

"Then you will be very useful in my talks with Mero, the Titan's Bastard."

"Oh, fuck, he's got a title," Marian sighs

"Is that bad?"

"It means he's gonna have a very strong personality."

"This is bad?"

"Could be," Marian nods, "Depends on how he got the Bastard added to his title."

"You think he was just the Titan at some point?"

Marian nods, then shrugs, "Well, we'll figure out how he got his title once we meet him."

Dany nods, "On that subject, come."

The former champion of Kirkwall follows Dany to the meeting tent and grabs an apple from the table. She starts in on it a three men are brought into the tent by Barristan, "Your grace, allow me to introduce the Captains of the Second Sons; Mero of Braavos, Prendahl na Ghezn, and… uh…"

"Daario Naharis," The final man introduces himself as Barristan flounders.

Barristan nods, and steps back as the Titan's Bastard steps forward, "You're the Mother of Dragons?"

Dany tilts her head in a nod, a smug smile tugging at her lips. There is a brief moment of hope that things will go a she wants before Mero notes, "Swear I fucked you once in a pleasure house in Lys."

"Mind your tongue," Jorah growls

"Why? I didn't mind hers," Mero chuckles as he sits down next to Dany, she gives a wave for Jorah to calm as the big man sits, "She licked my ass like she was born to do it!"

He wags his tongue at her suggestively, and she can't help but snort slightly at the ridiculousness of it. The man acted like Marian, with all of the swagger and self assurance that her best friend managed to embody. Used to the behavior, Dany rolls her eyes and then spots her friend with her feet up on the table, chewing on her apple. The mage nods and smiles at her in encouragement.

Mero, relaxing back, looks over at Missandei, and tells her, "You, slave girl, some wi-"

Marian's apple smacks him in the face. He blinks in shock, and he along with everyone else in the room turn to the mage, who smiles and levitates a new apple into her hand and takes a bite. The loud crunch is the only sound anyone makes before Dany tells Mero, "We have no slaves here."

Mero chuckles and his head lolls as he laughs out, "You'll all be slaves after the battle. Unless I save you!"

Dany quirks an eyebrow at him.

The big man smiles at her and offers, "take your clothes off and sit in Mero's lap, and i may give you my Second Sons."

"Give me your Second Sons," Dany tells him, "And I may not have you gelded."

"Dibs!"

Again, eyes move to Marian, who waves cheerfully as she cooks a slice of apple and pops it into her mouth. Mero snorts, "And who's this then? Another whore from Lys?"

Marian raises an eyebrow, "Call me a whore again, and we'll see who gets some pleasure."

Dany leans forward, "I would like to introduce Marian Hawke, the Mad Mage."

"Mage?" Daario Naharis quiries

"Yep, magic and shit!" Marian nods, snapping a finger and conjuring a small ball of flame.

Prendahl's eyes widen, and he starts to subtly pray under his breath. Mero laughs, "A right challenge then!"

Marian snorts, "I could fry you in the blink of an eye."

"And if I got close enough to get your arms in my grasp?"

"Well… assuming by that point I haven't already cut your nuts off," Marian waves a hand at Dany, "I'd kick ya there."

Mero laughs, "This one I like!"

Dany smiles indulgently, then asks, "So, will you fight for me?"

"We taken the slaver's gold," Mero shakes his head, accepting a goblet of wine that Missandei passes him, "We fight for Yunkai."

"I can pay you as much and more," Dany points out, narrowing her eyes as Mero leans it to sniff at Missandei.

She sighs as another apple smacks into his face before he can get to close. The mercenary turns an angry eye towards Marian, who smiles at him and tells him, "Mine."

Mero blinks, then laughs, as Prendahl tells Daenerys, "Our Contract is our Bond, If we break our bond, no one will hire the Second Sons again."

Marian snorts, "You work for us, you won't need to get hired again!"

"Marian, enough," Dany shakes her head, looking to each of the mercenaries in turn, she notes, "She is correct, though. Should you chose to fight for me, you need never lift a sword for another. You will have gold, land, and women aplenty by the time I am done."

Mero shrugs, Daario gives a small, smug little smile, and Prendahl merely shakes his head. Seeing that she has not won them over, she sighs, "You have two days to decide."

Mero leans forward, and tells her, "Show me your cunt, I want to see if it's worth fighting for."

Marian smacks her face, Jorah and Barristan's hands inch towards their swords, every Unsullied present turns to glare at the Titan's Bastard, Grey Worm in particular is angered. The Commander asks for the privaledge of ending Mero' life, and Dany just smiles, telling him to calm himself before turning to Mero, "You seem to be enjoying my wine, perhaps you'd like a flagon to help you ponder?"

"And what are my brothers to drink?" Mero asks

"A barrel then."

"Perfect," Mero stands and starts to walk out of the tent. As Daario passes him, he turns back to the dragon queen, "In the Second Sons we share everything, mayhaps, after the battle, we'll all share you."

He gives her a big grin and is hit in the face with another apple. He turns to look at Marian, who is already holding another apple. She smiles at him benignly, as though she had not thrown three apples into his face. The Titan's Bastard takes a menacing step towards her, but stops as a fourth apple is tossed to him.

This one he catches, and has to drop. Looking down at the apple, he sees it steaming, and burnt. Looking back up at Marian, he eyes her more warily than before, and backs out of the tent. Marian smiles to herself, and chews on her fifth apple.

After the mercenaries are out of earshot, Dany narrows her eyes, and turns to Marian, "He reminded me far too much of you."

Marian shrugs, "He was a bit more of a dick than I am, but we've got the same personality type."

Dany nods, then turns to Barristan, "Ser Barristan, if it does come to Battle, kill that one first."

"Gladly, your grace," the old knight nods.

"Hey!" Marian interject, "i'm the one who called dibs!"

"Dibs?" Barristan asks

"Yeah, it means I get first shot," Marian explains

The Queensguard smiles, "Well, then, I suppose the game is on."

Marian hops out of her chair, and raises a hand, "High five!"

Dany rubs her eyes at her friend's cavalier attitude.

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The Dragon and the Hawke by MovinTarget666

465Chapter 8: The Face That Says

The Dragon and the Hawke 8

Bathing was something that Dany thoroughly enjoyed. The feel of the water washing away a day's worth of stress, covering her in a smooth embrace as she leaned her head back and relaxed. She even liked the company, listening to Missandei told her her life's story one snippet at a time.

"You know nineteen languages?" Dany asks her friend as Missandei runs her sponge over her neck, "I can't imagine knowing nineteen languages."

"It is not so difficult," Missandei notes modestly, "After all, you yourself learnt Dothraki relatively well in only a few short months."

Dany nods, and leans her head forwards as the sponge rubs up and down the back of her neck, and moans to herself, not even realizing that she was speaking aloud, "Oh, if Marian had not lain claim, I would do so now…"

The sponge stops moving, and Dany opens her eyes, blinking, "I said that aloud, didn't I?"

"Yes," Missandei tells her, moving back to the soap basin.

Dany turns to look at her friend, "I, sorry, I am making your job more difficult than it has to be."

"It is fine, your grace," Missandei tells her, "You are not the first to find me enticing, but I know, that like with Marian, you would not force me."

Dany's eyes widen, "Never!"

Missandei smiles at her gently and starts back at her task, "I do not mind the affection from your Mage, I wish that she would stop, on occasion, but I am flattered."

"Yes, she certainly staked her claim, didn't she?"

Both women turn their attention to the new presence in their tent, both jumping in fright. Standing at the tent flap is an unsullied soldier, but Dany sees that at his hips are blades that are not traditionally held by her soldiers. She flicks her eyes up to the man's help, and sees that he is removing it.

Daario Naharis smiles at her as the helmet is dropped to the floor, and he bows his head, "Your grace."

Dany leans back in her tub, glaring at Daario, "I take it you are here with the response from the Second Sons on my generous offer?"

"I am," Daario nods, smiling again. He reaches over to the table that had been set for Dany's evening snack and takes one of the goblets of wine and sips, "My captains and I disagreed on several things in regards to you, of course."

"And what did you disagree on?"

"You beauty," he tells her, flashing her a charming smile

Dany rolls her eyes, and presses on, used to the more charming behaviors of Marian and does not let herself feel more than flattered by Daario's complement, "And what else?"

"On whether or not we should kill you," Daario tells her honestly

Dany stands from her tub, waving a hand for Missandei to get her a robe, and steps out of the tub. She dons the robe and ties it as she asks, "And what was decided?"

"They wished for me to kill you," Daario tells her, "I wished not to, and so they drew their swords. I drew mine in return."

"And at the end of it?"

Daario pulls a bag off his shoulder and drops it to the ground, from the bag rolls the heads of Mero and Prendahl. The mercenary then drops to one knee and draws his sword. Laying it on his knee, he looks up at Dany and tells her, "The Second Sons are yours, my queen."

Dany smiles, happy to have avoided a serious battle, but then Missandei asks, "Where did you procure your armor?"

The queen looks to her friend, and narrows her eyes when they return to Daario. The man raises an easy hand and tells her, "The Second Sons have had to infiltrate the ranks of the Unsullied before, we have many spare types of armor for just such an occasion."

Dany nods, satisfied, then waves her hand for him to stand. Turning to Missandei she tells her, "Summon Ser Jorah and Ser Barristan, they should be told of our new allies immediately."

Missandei nods and exits the tent, leaving Daario and Dany alone. The two eye each other for a moment, until Dany asks, "so what was your opinion on my beauty?"

Morning came with the rising sun, and across the camp, Rhaegal wakes and slaps Marian with his tail to wake her. The mage gives a squawk of surprise and falls off a rock she had managed to fall asleep against staring at a camp fire.

Hopping up, Marian looks at her dragon companion, who is giving her a dark look. Patting him on the head she tells him, "Alright, go wake your brothers, I'll find your breakfast."

Rhaegal snorts in agreement and flaps his wings, taking off towards where his brothers have nested. Marian watches him fly off, then takes a slower pace after him, grabbing the barrel of horse meat that had been prepared for them and levitating it in front of her. Once she reaches the dragons, Drogon and Viserion only just pulling their heads off the ground to look at their brother with irritation, she whistles to get their attention and sets the barrel on fire before setting it in front of them, "Breakfast is served!"

With the dragons happily feasting on their meal, Marian set off to the command tent to break her own fast. She skipped through the camp, waving at the few unsullied who she had managed to get to know as more than the faceless soldiers of Dany's army. She also said hello to a few of the Dothraki she had managed to become friends with. All in all she entered the command tent in high spirits.

She stopped right at the entrance and blinked at the extra face at the command table, "Aren't you with the Second Sons?"

Daario Naharis turns to her, and smile, "Indeed, Lady Hawke, and now the Second Sons serve the Queen."

Marian blinks, frowns, then looks sidelong at Grey Worm and asks, "I missed something, didn't I?"

The stoic soldier nods, his grasp of the common tongue having grown considerably over the past month and change weeks. He was not well versed enough to speak it, but he could understand it well enough. Marian smiles at him in thanks, and he gives her one of his rare smiles in return.

"So!" Marian claps her hands, "What exactly have I missed?"

"Daario has slain Mero and Prendahl na Ghenz to take control of the Second Sons," Dany tells her, "And he has sworn them to me."

"You killed Mero?" Marian pouts at Daario

"It was that or let him do the same to me," the mercenary shrugs.

"Ah! That's alright then!" Marian smiles, and sidles around him and looks down at the map on the war table, "So what are we talking about?"

"How I will gift Yunkai to the Queen to prove my loyalty," Daario tells her.

"Woah, you're getting her a city?" Marian whistles, "My last girlfriend just named her pirate ship after me!"

Daario raises an eyebrow, and turns to look at Dany with a smug expression on his face. The Queen merely gives him the same small smile that she has since the evening before before looking back down at the map, "So… here?"

Daario takes her hand and moves it a few inches to the left, "Here."

"Here what?" Marian asks

"A back entrance to the city," Daario turns to her, then to the other men at the table, "My men use it when they enter the city to visit the pleasure houses."

"Your men, but not you?" Jorah raises an eyebrow

"I have no use for slaves," Daario tells him, and looks down at Dany as he adds, "A man cannot make love to property."

"I can't fit an army through a backdoor," Dany raises an eyebrow at him

"Not what I had in mind," Daario says, walking back around the table to pat Marian, Jorah, and then the table, "I will take a small team to the door, gain access. The guards know me, they'll let me in. Once I am in, I will call the rest of the team, we will enter, and open the main gates of the city from within to allow your army to march in."

"Or you could be leading me, Hawke, and Grey Worm into a trap," Jorah growls out.

"Why would I do this?" Daario asks, "I do what you say, and there is still an army outside these walls. I do what you say, and I anger the two most dangerous women alive. I have no interest in doing so."

Jorah frowns, then turns to Grey Worm, "What do you think?"

Grey worm furrows his brow, clearly confused. Dany then tells him something in his native tongue, and he nods. He looks Daario up and down, narrows his eyes, then looks back at his queen and nods, giving his accent. Marian just gives a thumbs up in agreement.

Jorah nods and starts to leave the tent, "We best prepare, then."

"Ser Jorah," Barristan stops him before he is fully out the door, "You could use an extra sword."

"You are the Queensguard, Barristan," Jorah tells him, "Your place is by the Queen's side."

Barristan nods, unhappy but accepting.

Grey Worm, Jorah, and Daario exit the tent to prepare for the evening festivities. Marian, on the other hand, slides up next to the queen and asks, "So… you gonna do the nasty with him?"

Dany blinks and turns to Marian, "What?"

"He's giving you that look that says 'I have rocked many worlds, I wish to rock yours'" Marian tells her, "Plus, he's setting the price of banging you at conquering a city."

"Perhaps," Dany shrugs, "Nothing can come of it, but I am the queen, who is to say I may not indulge?"

"That's the spirit!" Marian gives her friend a hug and tells her, "Ah, it's nice to see I'm having such a good influence on you!"

"I wouldn't call it good exactly," Dany tells her friend with a roll of her eyes

"Ooh, scathing," Marian chuckles, then she lets go of the Mother of Dragons and tells her, "Anyway, I gotta go get my staff! People to kill, fires to start, cities to loot and all that!"

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