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Tear tracks stood out prominently on Ellaria Sand’s grime covered face. The Dornish woman choked back another sob, but the drops of salty fluid continued to fall unabashedly from the corners of her eyes. How could she not cry? Any mother would feel sorrow at being forced to watch their child die. The irony of this thought was lost on the woman. She’d never been one to put herself in other’s shoes.

Her lover dead, Ellaria had set out to take revenge. And it had led her here, to a Black Cell beneath the Red Keep, watching her poisoned daughter slowly but surely die. It was impossible to keep track of time down here in the Black Cells. The only way Ellaria had to gauge the passage of that ethereal concept were the visits of the guards. They’d come in twice so far to change out the torches and to force her to eat and drink. Going off of that, Ellaria could assume it had been at least half a day, maybe longer.

Half a day since that bitch of a Lannister had kissed her eldest child with death on her lips. Half a day since Tyene had been poisoned, more than likely fatally given their circumstances and the speed of the substance. There was nothing Ellaria could do but sit and watch. She’d struggled against her chains, but they were strong. Tyene too had struggled at first. Now the young woman knelt on her knees the same as Ellaria, head hung low as the poison took more and more of a toll on her.

“Mmmph! Mmmgrh!”

Ellaria tried to call out to her daughter through the gag. She just needed Tyene to look up. She needed to know the girl still breathed, even if it was only for a short time more. At first, her eldest did not move. Ellaria began to panic, but then Tyene’s head shifted and slowly, she lifted her gaze to look into her mother’s eyes. For a brief moment, Ellaria felt elation when Tyene first started to move. That elation gave way to fresh horror as she saw the blood trailing from Tyene’s left nostril and the glassy eyed look on her daughter’s face.

Tyene didn’t have long now and shamefully, Ellaria almost wished she hadn’t spoken up, if only so she hadn’t had to see what toll the kiss of death was taking on her beloved child. Fresh tears continued to fall down her grime-covered face and Ellaria sobbed openly, weeping hopelessly. There was no one coming for them. Their remaining allies were across oceans and on the other side of mountains. Their survival was not even firmly known, and none would seek them out down here in the Black Cells.

It was over. All of her plans for revenge had been for not. Oberyn was dead. Obara and Nymeria were dead. Doran and Trystane were dead. And now her daughter would die and she would soon follow her, despite Cersei’s plans to keep her alive. Ellaria knew that she would not be able to survive long on simple food and water, not without Tyene to give her purpose. She would wither away and die down here, having destroyed House Martell in her failed quest for vengeance. 

Ellaria shuddered. What would Oberyn think of her actions, especially given what they’d led to? She’d killed his brother and his nephew. She’d led his daughters to their deaths. And she’d FAILED. The Mountain still lived! Cersei Lannister still lived! Rather than cry, Ellaria screamed her rage out to the stone ceiling above her, tears of impotent fury mixing with tears of sorrow as she cursed all that ever had been and all that ever was in the sanctity of her own mind.

This continued for some time before even her venomous thoughts grew bitter to her. After that came the begging. She pleaded silently for someone to save her daughter. Anyone would do. She would gladly pledge her loyalty, her body, her soul to the person that walked through that door with the antidote. She’d even kneel before Cersei Lannister herself and eat the bitch’s cunt out at this point if it would save her daughter. 

She wou-

Ellaria’s thoughts were abruptly derailed as the door to their cell opened up and a shadowy figure slipped inside. They were crouched down as they moved into the cell and carefully closed the door behind them. Once they’d done so, the intruder stood up and Ellaria’s eyes widened as whatever shadow magic had been obfuscating them suddenly disappeared.

To say the Dornish woman was shocked by the appearance of the stranger was an understatement. But while her first reaction was fear, her second was tentative hope. Before her stood an armored man who could only be described as draconic. If he was sneaking into a cell like this, he could not be one of the Lannister’s lapdogs. This lent credence to the idea that he was of the Dragon Queen’s forces, a hidden trump card perhaps.

… But too late to save her daughter. Ellaria slumped back from where she’d unconsciously pulled all the way forward until her chains had gone taut upon the realization that SHE was about to be saved, but her daughter would still die without the antidote. Tears began to fall from her eyes again as the armored figure approached and reached down to tear the cloth gag roughly from her mouth.

“No need for tears. I’m here to rescue you.”

His flippant tone caused Ellaria’s simmering rage to surface. Snarling up at him and uncaring if the guards heard her un-gagged voice or not, the Dornish woman tossed her head towards her daughter.

“If that is true, save HER! I will not leave this place without Tyene!”

Rather than argue with her or claim that her eldest was already on death’s door as Ellaria expected, as Ellaria already knew… the strange intruder turned to her glassy eyed daughter and stepped across the skinny cell to where Tyene knelt, swaying from side to side listlessly. He reached out and placed a gauntleted hand atop the young woman’s head, causing Ellaria to tense up as she watched with wide eyes. 

There was a bright golden glow of light and Ellaria was forced to look away for a brief moment. When it faded, she gazed upon her daughter with hope, only to find that while Tyene looked clean and her wounds were closed, the glassy eyed look was still there, as was the slow nosebleed. Ellaria opened her mouth, but the armored stranger preempted her by falling to a knee. His hand went to a small bag at his belt and he pulled forth a corked up vial, colored red in appearance.

Ellaria watched in shock. Was this the antidote? How had this man known to come with it? He opened up the vial as such things whirled through the Dornish woman’s mind. Tipping Tyene’s head back, the armored figure tore her gag away as well and then drained the vial right down her throat, his spiked fingers surprisingly gentle on her throat as he forced her to swallow it down.

In moments, Tyene began to regain her color. The life flooded back into her right before Ellaria’s eyes. Her eldest daughter blinked dumbly, as if fully processing her surroundings for the first time in a while. When she came face to face with the intimidating draconic helm belonging to her savior, who at this point was only inches from her, she did the predictable thing… and screamed. 

“Tyene! Tyene calm yourself! He saved you! Tyene you must be quiet!”

Ellaria shout-hissed at her daughter, but the sound of many footsteps was already heading down the hallway outside their cell. The armored figure slowly rose to face the door as Tyene finally heard her mother’s words and forcibly calmed herself down. Both women, still chained to their respective walls, looked at the back of their savior as he faced the door with implacable calm.

“Free us stranger! We can fight!”

Ellaria knew she sounded desperate as she said it, but even without weapons, the Dornish woman did not wish to be chained up for the battle. The armored man glanced back at her but then the door opened and goldcloaks poured into the room. From there, everything was blood and death and violence. All the two Sands could do was sit and watch as their savior fought a host of men that no sole soldier could ever hope to defeat, even with a small corridor in which to fight.

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She supposed she really shouldn’t be aroused, given the circumstances. Ellaria Sand had had no intention of ever laying with another man again after her lover’s death. Women were fair game, but in deference to her memory of Oberyn, she had… given up the cock so to speak. In this case however, Ellaria felt like Oberyn might forgive her from whatever afterlife he was hopefully enjoying himself in.

Ellaria lounged back on a surprisingly comfortable part of an enormous dragon’s spine as it flew them away from King’s Landing. The city would be but a distant speck in the distance, but the armored stranger has flown them high above even the clouds themselves, leaving the view below them pure white and the landing if they were to fall off deceptively soft and fluffy.

Her daughter lay bundled up beside her. Despite her miraculous recovery, almost as soon as they’d gotten above the cloud layer, Tyene had passed out. The armored figure had calmed Ellaria’s fears and explained that such a thing was normal and the young woman merely needed her rest. After everything they’d been through, Ellaria was not averse to letting her eldest daughter sleep.

The loss of Obara and Nymeria would no doubt sting Tyene’s heart for longer than it would Ellaria’s. While she mourned the two girls because they were Oberyn’s children, in the end Tyene was the only one she cared about. Which brought her back to the armored figure currently flying the dragon… somewhere? Looking a bit too hungrily at the man’s back, Ellaria licked her dry lips and swallowed hard, trying to keep the rasp out of her voice when she spoke. She succeeded, mostly.

“Where are we going? Who are you?”

The armored figure looked back over his shoulder at her and then he did the strangest thing. He turned about and settled back as if they were all lounging aboard a pleasure barge. Did he not need to fly the great best they were all sat upon?” Apparently not, if his casualness was any indication.

“I am the Dovahkiin which means Dragonborn in your tongue. And we’re heading for the next Quest objective. Or I should say the next two. Yara Greyjoy and Euron Greyjoy. They’re right next to each other.”

Ellaria’s brow furrowed as she processed this information. Ultimately she decided that taking things one step at a time with this man might be for the best. He seemed like the type to leave one’s mind twisted into knots if one did not carefully unravel the meaning behind what he said.

“Dragonborn… so then you are the Targaryen Queen’s creature as I suspected. This is not one of her dragons though. I have seen them, this one is much bigger. What magics did she use to bring you into being, Dovahkiin?”

The armored draconic figure cocked his covered head to the side.

“Ah, I can see the confusion. No, I am not Queen Daenerys’ creature. I’m just helping out. She gave me a Quest you see, to help her allies. It’s a Side Quest, sure. But it’s tied into the Main Quest I’m currently on. I help you all, she listens a bit better, and then she agrees to help Jon Snow, the King in the North, against the threat posed in the Main Quest. It’s all growing a tad convoluted, but in the end it’s not nearly as bad as some of the stuff I had to do to make everything work properly back in Skyrim.”

Ellaria Sand stared. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. She shut it and stared some more. Still, as she focused on the words he used, she was actually getting SOME of this. But she needed clarification.

“You use the word Quest a lot Dovahkiin. This is something from fairy tales, used to describe adventures that hedge knights might go on that are fraught with peril. Quests have nothing to do with war though, and that is what the Seven Kingdoms is currently in the middle of. A war. Admittedly, a war coming to its close thanks to a loss of players on all sides, but there is war nonetheless.”

The Dragonborn just shrugged his spiked shoulders at that.

“There’s always a war somewhere Ellaria Sand. I’m not a soldier though and I’m not some kind of general either. The Dovahkiin wanders and he helps out and he saves the world. That’s about it. I saved my world and then came back here because this is apparently where I was born. It’s kind of shitty, but not too bad. A few beautiful women at least.”

… Ellaria really wished that the figure was not wearing that helm of his, because she was sure he was giving her bedroom eyes right now and she had been ready and raring to go since he killed what seemed like half of King’s Landing’s Goldcloaks and then literally blasted off of the roof of the Red Keep with them on the back of this massive dragon.

Leaning forward, Ellaria let her cleavage show as best she could, biting her lower lip and giving her own bedroom eyes.

“I should apologize for the interrogation Dovahkiin. Perhaps if you removed your armor, I could show you my appreciation, my way. You saved my daughter’s life and mine as well. That counts for quite a lot with me.”

“Appreciate the offer. And I will definitely take you up on that, just as soon as we’re no longer on the back of a dragon. This is Odahviing. He doesn’t like it when people fuck on his back.”

Before Ellaria could react, there was a loud, incomprehensible roar from the dragon, one that reverberated through her very soul and woke Tyene up momentarily. The Dragonborn turned and spoke back in that same loud voice, visible airways booming from his helm off into the distance as he did so. When he looked back to the Dornish woman, Ellaria’s eyes were wide.

“… It is… did you just speak with it?”

There’s that head cock again as the Dragonborn looks at her like SHE’S the crazy one.

“Like I said, HE is Odahviing and yes, I spoke to it. He can also understand every word your saying just so you know.”

“Oh.”

That was all she had to say. Leaning back from where she was all but displaying her breasts to the Dragonborn, Ellaria slipped down beside her daughter and wrapped Tyene in her arms as the young woman fell back to sleep. She was still horny as hell for the armored man before her… but right now, Ellaria rather felt like she needed a break from his insanity.

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To say Yara Greyjoy had had it rough since her capture at the hands of her Uncle would be an understatement. There were two bright points though, despite the horrific treatment and heaping upon heaping of indignities. Yara still had her life and that meant she could still taste freedom. If Theon could go through all he had and come out of it still alive, she could survive this. Though if she ever saw her traitorous coward of a brother again, she wasn’t sure if she’d skin him herself or forgive him once more. The cockless twat had had quite a lot of chances at this point.

The other bright point was one that Yara was sure would change soon enough. She had not been raped. Yet. Oh sure, Euron had stripped her naked fairly early on and she was not allowed to wear anything besides the large metal collar currently around her neck, but nobody had pinned her down and forced themselves upon her. It was still only a matter of time though, Yara was sure of that.

That didn’t mean Euron wasn’t against using her status as a woman against her though. He regularly led her around on a chain attached to the metal collar like a leash, forcing her to stumble around the deck of his flagship so that his crew could ogle and paw at her. He’d even taken to setting up a schedule for this so that the other nearby ships in his fleet could ogle her from afar at the times he gave them. 

Yara was sure that it raised morale among Euron’s sailors something fierce. And it also served to destroy her reputation as an Ironborn even further. She was nothing but a naked whore now in the eyes of the men who should have been her countrymen. The loyalty of the Ironborn had always been paper thin though.

It was one of these times right now in fact. Yara was led out onto the desk with her hands tied in front of her, tits and hips and the space betwixt her thighs on full display. Euron had hold of her leash and he directed her around by tugging on it cruelly, laughing all the while as she stumbled and tripped and nearly fell a half a dozen times.

To Yara’s credit, she did not actually hit the deck until the dragon roar shook what felt like the entire world. Euron’s fleet and his flagship all swayed mightily back and forth as a thousand Ironborn turned their eyes skyward. Yara did the same and her pupils dilated as a wide smile broke across her face at the sight of a dragon winging down from the clouds above. 

The Dragon Queen had come for her? Or no, Yara probably wasn’t worthy of that, not as she was now. Perhaps then, Daenerys had somehow learned of Euron’s plans to attack Casterly Rock and the remainder of her fleet there. They were only an hour away at this point, almost within striking distance in fact.

Either way, it was potentially Yara’s salvation, if she was willing to take it. Even as the massive dragon flew the length of the fleet, not breathing fire but still roaring hard enough to literally overturn entire ships, Yara stood up. In all her naked glory, covered in blood, sweat, and days-old grime, the Ironborn woman pulled the sword of a nearby sailor from its sheathe and slit his throat.

Then, an unarticulated roar of rage rising from her throat, Yara turned on her Uncle, still staring up at the sky as he was, and charged the man. Her blade struck true in the same moment that the dragon came in for a landing, crushing half of Euron’s flagship in the process. Yara watched with satisfaction as her blade dug into her uncle’s neck, blood spurting out of both the wound and his mouth as he turned to regard her in stupefaction.

The man was not unbeatable, nor invincible. It felt good to deal the killing blow to him, even through surprise rather than personal strength. Letting out a slow breath, Yara grabbed the chain from his hands as he fell to the deck dead, wrapping her ‘leash’ over her shoulder and around her hips a few times as she glanced about. No one was preparing to attack her though. They’d all either jumped ship or were cowering before the dragon that now took up over half of the things length.

In fact, as Yara watched Ellaria Sand dismount from the massive dragon’s back, the ship began to list. Smiling widely, the Dornish woman approached with sure footing all the same.

“Yara, darling. So good to see you in… well, as decent of health as one could expect given the circumstances. We were here to rescue you, but I suppose you don’t need it. Ready to go?”

Yara’s racing heart was coming to a slow and her adrenaline was dying down. As such, when Ellaria asked her that simple question, probably expecting a simple answer, Yara thought about it and came to an equally simple conclusion. A smile on her face, she shook her head and reached down to her uncle’s belt, where his horn sat.

“No. Not yet.”

Grabbing the horn up and her dead uncle by his collar as well, Yara lugged the heavy weight up the steps to where the ship’s top deck lay. She draped her uncle’s body pointedly over the railing and lifted the horn to her lips. Putting as much of her breath into it as she could, Yara watched as she got the attention of many of the terrified Ironborn, both swimming in the ocean between abandoned ships, and cowering on said ships on account of the dragon.

Once she had their attention, she used it, standing there proud and naked, wrapped in the chain that her Uncle had tried to use to enslave her, to take away her dignity.

“IRONBORN! I AM YARA GREYJOY! MY UNCLE IS DEAD BESIDE ME! I KILLED HIM! EURON GREYJOY IS DEAD! IF NOTHING ELSE, YOU WILL TELL ALL THAT IS HE DEAD AT THE VERY LEAST!”

She paused as people murmured to one another and those closest stared up at her uncle’s lifeless eyes in fright. Then she continued on, her smile only growing wider.

“I AM YARA GREYJOY AND I WILL BE THE FIRST LADY REAPER OF PYKE. THE DRAGON QUEEN REWARDS THOSE WHO SERVE FAITHFULLY AND I HAVE SERVED! EITHER SAIL FOR CASTERLY ROCK AND SUBMIT TO THE DORNISH FLEET AND THE UNSULLIED… OR SCURRY BACK TO THE IRON ISLANDS AND AWAIT MY RETURN. I PROMISE TO BRING THE DRAGONS WITH ME!”

Expelling a breath, Yara turned away without seeing the reaction of Euron’s men. She walked back to a stunned Ellaria and smiled as she let the horn slip from her fingers. Leaning in, she kissed the Dornish woman soundly on the lips, her hand caressing Ellaria’s dusky cheek for a brief moment. When she pulled away, Yara bit her own lip and shrugged.

“Been wanting to do that since the ambush. We were so rudely interrupted.”

Ellaria’s face split into a grin of her own and the two women walked back to the waiting dragon together. By this point, Euron’s flagship was nearly half sunk. It certainly wouldn’t ever sail again and Yara enjoyed the thought of it and he sinking to the bottom of the sea. He could meet the Drowned God for all Yara cared. Her place remained among the living, while his did not.

With some help from Ellaria, Yara crawled up onto the massive dragon before her. When she got to the top, she finally saw who was flying the damn thing and startled in surprise. An intimidating armored figure with a draconic helm stared back at her. Only now did Yara realize that the dragon she was sat upon was far bigger than what she remembered of any of Daenerys’ ‘children’.

Her lips pressed tightly together, Yara stared wide eyed back at the armored figure, even as Ellaria clamored up after her. She was a little terrified of her savior, but she also would not back down. This stare down continued for a long moment more before the armored man suddenly looked away and sighed.

“You killed him.”

Yara blinked dumbly at that.

“Euron?”

“Yes! Euron Greyjoy! You killed him!”

Pressing her lips together, Yara furrowed her brow in confusion.

“I don’t… I don’t understand, how did you know my Uncle? I can assure you, he needed killing.”

“You don’t understand! He was the Quest Objective! I was supposed to kill him! This doesn’t happen to me! I’ve never had someone else kill a quest objective before! I don’t even know if the quest is going to complete properly now! Damnations, if this bugs out the Main Quest I swear to the Divines…”

The armored figure continued to mutter to himself as the massive dragon, seemingly with no direction from his rider, rose into the air. The first beat of the creature’s wings sent the remains of Euron’s flagship every which way as the rest of the boat broke apart and began to sink. Yara looked down at it with a satisfied smile, even as Ellaria wrapped her arms around the naked Ironborn girl and rested her chin on Yara’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry about the Dragonborn darling. He’s a bit… eccentric. You were amazing down there. Absolutely gorgeous.”

Hmph. She was wasn’t she? Smirking, Yara settled back into the Dornish woman’s affectionate embrace as they flew in the direction of Casterly Rock. Most of the remaining Ironborn Fleet began to follow them.