Chapter 1: The Dragon's Nest
Jon lost sight of King's Landing a few hours ago, but when they were slowly drifting away from everything Jon ever knew, they saw the lights on the now dark city, and they heard the steel distantly in the maze of streets of the capital. With was unberable; Jon was trembling and he could still feel his heart fastly going bum, bum, bum, bum. When he gazed at the deep pool of darkness of the Blackwater Bay, he rose his head, and for a moment he thought all the stars were gone, but then he realized it was still raining.
No one dared to open their mouth since they got into the fishing boat, but Jon didn't mean to stay quiet after what happened. He turned around to met Arthur and Barristan, still in their white armour, their cloaks dirty and bloddied. Aerea sat in the middle of the tiny boat; she was beautiful and although she didn't have the silver hair of the Targaryens, she had the purple eyes, the soft skin bathed in white and gold and her brown hair of a northerner just added a strange and unnatural beauty to her; Maerys was standing next of Aerea, with Baelax on his arms, hissing and moving uncomfortably. It looked like he glowed white and blue in the darkness.
Jon wondered how Daemon slept after everything they've been throught; He was a true Targaryen on apperance, silver hairs, purple eyes and the softest skin Jon had ever touched; it took a while to realize there was not only 5 people in there . He glanced at a tired silhouette in the dark. He quickly met the eyes of an old man with barely any hair. He was probably the man Arthur yelled at when they ran from the Red Keep, the owner of the small ship. He decided not to speak.
The old man had died on the third day, but no one had noticed until the smell became unbearable, and when they saw it, it wasan't long before the body was floating in the light blue waters of the Narrow Sea. Barristan said they were going to Essos, that they would sell their white armour and cloaks and buy some lands, planning to build an army to strike back at Viserys. No one was sure of what happened there, but it was clearly a betrayal. Murdered in a feast in their own castle. They deserved better.
Each day was worse than the other; One day the sun burned Arthur and Barristan (the Targaryen children didn't seem to mind the sun), and the next day brought rain and storms with it. Jon was sure that they would drown every time it happened, and althought he didn't like to feel wet the entire day, at least they had water. What did bother them was the fish they had to eat everyday. It was raw and probably expired, but no one was willing to starve to death, so they ate it anyways. They even tried to heat up the fish with Baelax's fire, but he'd burn it whenever they tried
When Jon glimpsed the land far away in the seventh day he would have jumped if he had the forces to do it. "Land...", he spoke lowly and less excited than he really was. It was enought to make Barristan uncomfortably move and sit up. The bold man looked at the distant land as everyone else did, and an smiled appeard on his face.
", he softly resounded. Jon looked closely and he saw it. the remote people moving throught the markets of Myr ;with their colourful hairs and clothes; the ships on the port, big and magnificent, with fearsome creatures or beautiful ladies carved in their hulls. It was a wasteland of orange and yellow, blue and red, white and black. The land was slowly coming to met their pitful fishing ship. Go faster damn ship
, Jon thought as he shook the boat railing, thinking that it would make a bit faster. It felt like it did.
When they arrived at the port, the boat crashed on dirt and grass, where a family of poor slaves worked to clean the clothes of their masters. Jon had heard of slaves, and it was a repugnant ideia for him. But as long as someone can help us...
They jumped out of the boat, Jon being the last one. He had Baelax on his arms, the dragon hissed, and now Jon realized how dangerous it was to bring the dragon in a foreing city like that. "You know this place Barristan?", Jon asked while he grabbed the old man's hand and leaped off the boat
"I've been here quite a few times", he replied, the way he talked hinted the effort he was making to bring Jon up, "and i know someone that could help us."
"Do you?", they began following Barristan through the crowd of colours contrasting with the dirty slaves and with themselves; they stank raw fish, their clothes were dirty, their hairs were tousled and you could see the blood in the former kingsguard's cloaks.
"Your father sent me on missions here when you were a baby", my father
, everytime anyone mentioned his family another piece of his broken heart seemed to fall upon the ground. They entered a dirty and less colorful street, which was still very colourful. "And when you stay in here for more than 5 months you make some friends, your grace
". Every time someone called him your grace
he felt like he was replacing his father, and that he would never be as good as he was. Jon saw slaves working on a building, carrying heavy stones here and there, a man was selling magnificent armours, swords, maces, halberds and spears, all of which were ornamented with gold, rubies and saphires. He saw many people selling clothes and jewelry. A woman sat in the middle of the road, with a dead baby on her hands, and naked children played on a dirty water puddle, on the side of the streets. The nobles stayed away from them.
Barristan stopped and began staring at a Myrish that wore only rags,. He looked tiny at first, but when he got up to stare back at Barristan he became a robust mountain, he had a light beard and a dark hair, with brown eyes. Barristan said some gibberish in another language. High Valyrian
. Grand Maester Pycelle had begun to teach him high valyrian, but he died of a heart attack before he could get a grasp on it. The stupid maester they sent from the Citadel was so useless he didn't know high valyrian.
Arthur had his hand on the grip of Dawn
when the man jumped up, but after a moment the tall man smiled and led the group inside a house close by. More like a palace. The building was big enough the hosting of at least half a hundred people, the outside was decoraded with plants and flowers, with statues of bats on the entrance. The ornaments of corridors and walls were all of a pinky red and white, with a banner with 3 white bats in a pink field hanging on the way to a lustful room. Jon assumed it to be Great Hall. The tall man was a slave of a fat individual. This one had an enourmous belly, all of it covered with beautiful tunic contaning his banner's colours.
Barristan and him chatted, and something he said made the fat man look at Jon, "So you are the king?", he said with an unusual accent. Jon never heard a myrish talk in the common tongue, but he already hated it. The man frowned when he saw the dragon on his arms, who was in silence for once. "Is that the dragon they talk so much about?", he smiled, "My name is Gyloro Trellos. Gyrolo The Old, if you want"
"His name is Baelax. The dragon... If you want", an smiled slipped from Gyloro when Aerea said that. He turned around and led them to pretty table with a tablecloth filled with green and white, apples painted in red, haging from purple flowers. What got Jon's attention was the amount of food on that table, it made him realize how hungry he was.
"I heard stories of what happened. Unfortunate, very unfortunate", he said as everyone sat on the chairs and grasped a fruit or a meat of the silver plates. He seemed to try no to show his disgust for their clothes and smell, sicker for their apperance more than anything, but failed miserably anyways. "Let's be direct. Give me the dragon and i'll give you everything you need". Jon almost choke on his food
"I will win the wars to come with Baelax", the man seemed dissapointed
"You won't win any war if you don't have an army",he tried to touch Baelax, but the beast almost ate his finger.
"There's other nine cities i can go to", Jon learned to have a sharp tongue with Aegon, the brother who... He couldn't think of if in that moment.
"And in those nine cities they'll want your dragon." the man said buntly.
"And i won't
give him", Jon said as he leaned foward, almost falling off the chair, which was too tall for him, "but when i hold the throne, you can ask anything of me. Anything but my dragon."
The man made a hum
noise as he was sitting in one of the chairs, spreading his fat and letting it go made him look like a monster, "Pentos. Never liked Magister illyrio. If you win the throne will you help me take some land for myself?", he said. Jon could see the hope in his expression. He looked at Barristan, he nodded ever so slightly, then he looked for Arthur and he sent an encouraging look, he looked at beautiful Aerea and at Maerys, at Daemon and at Baelax. I don't care about Pentos...
"Nothing will be easier.
"Legend tells that they were visited by the incarnation of the Seven", Arthur went up and down, following the movement of his horse, "and the Seven crowned their first king, Hugor of the Hill". The Andal Coast was an arid place, and Jon felt the salt in the air. the wind sent clouds of sand up and the rocky formations gave it an ancient look. A sea of rock and sand.
Arthur knew a lot about the Andals and during the trip his stories were certanly entertaining, the Andal Invasion was Jon's favorite story. He was happy to have the first men's blood running through his veins, they were so strong they pushed the andals back south with the help of the children of the forest when they tried to conquer westeros. The sun reflected on Baelax's scales, hiding his blue and showing off his blinding white. They saw the castle in the distance, which was named Andal Coast oddly enough.
It wasan't like Myr or any of the other free cities, this was a true castle, with a moat and a barbican between the castle and the drawbridge. It was made out of the orange stone of Essos, blending well with the desert if it wasn't for the sea close by. Guards stood tall in the barbican's towers when they reached the drawbridge, which was immediately raised when the soldiers saw the three-headed dragon approaching. The flags were given by Gyloro. "Your grace", the guards mummed when they entered the fortified outpost. A boy silently waited in there.
"Take care of the horses", Arthur said as the group of royal princes went in. He's probably a slave
A man in a brown robe came to met the king, "Your grace", his necklace was made out of many metals; silver, copper, bronze, yellow gold and pale steel, "may i present your room?"
Jon glanced at the slave boy, " i'll stay here for a moment, you can wait in the courtyard, i won't take long", the man prepared to walk away, but he was interrupted by the king, "and... How did a maester get here?", Aerea frowned, she only saw it now.
"The maesters of the Citadel are wise", a smile slip out of his lips. He was taller than Arthur, but not to much, his eyes were gold, a straight, but tosled, blond hair composed his head, under and over his lips he showed a blond goatee, "and they are wise to help the rightful king. My name is Corliss your grace."
"It's good to know that the realm is not made out of insane people like my uncle", Jon gracefully dismounted, "you can go now, bring them all to their rooms", he pointed his finger to his brothers, sister and protectors, "and prepare a bath for everyone, including me". Maester Corliss nodded and went away with them. Jon saw the relieve in everyone's face, and he knew he showed his own relieve when he was alone with the slave boy. "What's your name?", he asked in the little he knew in high valiryan.
"I know the common tongue, master", the boy was frightened by Jon, "and my name is Sabas, master." He was not Myrish, he didn't have the accent.
"Don't be afraid of me", Jon led the boy through a simple room with holes in the walls, for archers, "i am a westerosi. Have you heard of Westeros?"
"Yes, master", Sabas said as they climbed up the round stairwell leading to one of the towers of the barbican.
"You can talk freely", they were up the stairs when Jon said that, "in Westeros we don't have slaves, and don't call me master. Call me your grace". Sabas had nothing to say for that. The little conversation was remembering him of his mother, know your people
, she would always say, love them, and they'll love you
. Jon never met anyone more light hearted than his own mother, the only one that got close to her kindness was Aerea. Jon realized she looked a lot like their mom now.
After Sabas told him that he was born a slave, Jon dismissed him and comtemplated the orange and yellow landscape. He then went to met Corliss, who was in the courtyard, waiting for him. Myrish sellswords trained in there; Jon was surprised by the size of the army Gyloro contracted for them, 13.000 men. What the castle lacked of beauty, it made up for space for troops and weapons. The maester led Jon to the castle, which had a fortified oak gate. The inside was cold and he was grateful for it, but the orange stone was sandy, and the air was a mixture of aridness with the salt of the sea. When Jon arrived on his room a bathtub with cold water awaited for him, and he made sure to send the handmaidens out, he stayed in there for at least one hour and a half.
He seized the moment, but he felt something missing on his room. Baelax
. He was with Maerys and Daemon on their room. Jon put a black and red tunic that Gyloro gave him as a gift, black breeches and a pair of boiled leather boots. When he got into Maery's room, Baelax played with Daemon, but looked at Jon immediately after he entered the room. It was the same as his, with a balcony with view of the courtyard, 2 beds displaying silks of light blues tones, a chest for their clothes, and a desk with a mirror. The dragon flapped his white wings, flying towards Jon, he then landed on his shoulder. It was widening, his shoulder, and he was sure that Baelax couldn't fit in it some time back. It was a 2 month trip from Myr to the Andal Coast. It was actually besides Pentos in the map Gylro had shown Jon, he said that he bought it from a failing lord from Bravoos.
"Jon", an old, but full of stenght, voice came from the balcony, "i knew you would come here", Barristan slowly walked in the room, extending his hand to Jon, "a letter", he said, giving a worrisome look. Jon grabbed the letter; it had no seal, just a simple rolled up paper. Jon extended it.
Jon of houses Targeryen and Stark, first of his name, king of the andals and the first men, lord of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm
The Eagle hunts dragons , the Lioness caught a little Lion, and the Rose prepares his poison. It is not how it is supposed to be, your grace, with this in mind, beware of your surroundings, because the Wolf is quiet, the Trout is restive and the Viper is in chains. And you wondn't want a thousand ships at your door would you?
"What does this means?" Jon didn't understand. How could he?
"I don't know who is behind this, your grace", Barristan moved back into the balcony, "... But it seems like he is trying to help us", Jon followed him outside, feeling the breeze on his face and hair, "he's giving us information", the Eagle, the Lioness and the Rose, of course!
"I think... I think i get it", Jon saw a myrish mace meeting a helmet, "Cersei.... And Jon..."
"It might be them", Barristan turned and rested his hand on Jon's shoulder, "but we have more important things to worry about..."a thousand ships at our door... "They are planning to attack us"