Chapter 105

                                    

                                          
It does take a lot of hard work, some of the city is still in ruin. But thanks to Tyrion's work while we were away, the city is at peace, it is as if the horror with the Masters and the Sons of the Harpy never happened.
                          
Daenerys and I lounge in her room one morning.
                          
"We should get married tomorrow." She says. She is braiding my hair with deft hands.
                          
I laugh. "We haven't even told anyone we're engaged yet, my love."
                          
She sighs. "I want to be married... soon."
                          
I smile up at her. "We will. Could we wait though? In my dreams, I see Jon again. I would like him to be there."
                          
She puts her arms around me as she finishes with my hair. "What if he doesn't approve?"
                          
I kiss her neck. "He will..."
                          
Missandei walks in then. "I'm sorry to interrupt your grace, my lady. But there are visitors here who beg your attention."
                          
She stands. "Visitors? Who?"
                          
Missandei looks at me. "Theon and Yara Greyjoy, from Westeros."
                          
I stand so fast that the stool I was sitting on falls. "Are you sure?"
                          
Missandei nods. 
                          
I get my sword and strap it to my waist.
                          
"I'll kill him. I'll kill him with my bare hands for what he did." I say.
                          
Daenerys grabs my face in her hands. "Be calm my love."
                          
"Tyrion said he betrayed Robb! That he killed Bran and Rickon! Burned their bodies and hung them at the gates of Winterfell!" An angry tear falls down my face.
                          
She wipes away the tear. "I know my love. Let's see what he wants. He will not escape justice I swear it."
                          
We head down to the Throne room, Daenerys sits on the throne and I stand on her right side. Tyrion stands on her other side.
                          
"Send them in." She commands.
                          
Theon and a young woman walk into the room escorted by some Unsullied soldiers.
                          
Missandei clears her throat. "You have the honour of addressing Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, the Unburnt, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar of the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons."
                          
The woman nods. "Your grace... I am Yara Greyjoy, daughter of Balon Greyjoy, who was Lord of the Iron Islands. This is my brother Theon." He motions toward Theon who stares at the floor.
                          
"Last time we saw each other was at Winterfell, yes?" Says Tyrion, looking at Theon. "You were making jokes about my height, I seem to recall. Everyone who makes a joke about a dwarf's height thinks he's the only person ever to make a joke about a dwarf's height. "The height of nobility," "a man of your stature," "someone to look up to." You're all making the same five or six jokes."
                          
"It was a long time ago." Whispers Theon, not looking at anyone in the eyes.
                          
"You can't look at me in the eyes after what you did?" I whisper angrily. "You were like my brother Theon... you killed Bran and Rickon, they were just little boys!"
                          
He glances at my face. "I didn't murder the Stark boys. But I did things that were just as bad or worse."
                          
"And he paid for them." Says his sister.
                          
I walk down the steps toward him. He looks like Theon, but it's like a different man stands before me. "You do seem different," I whisper as I reach his level. "At the ball at Winterfell, when Lady Stark was looking for a husband for me... do you remember?"