Yagami Light in Game of Thrones

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- 'This is for you, Mother of Dragons,' the man said, handing her the box. Deni flipped open the lid. Inside lay a shiny scarab. Deni held out her hand to the bug....

Everything happened too fast, Deni didn't even have time to be frightened. The man whispered 'I'm sorry' and disappeared. The scarab turned around with a hiss. The black face resembled a human face, poison dripping from its tail. A flash of fire engulfed both the manticore and the box. Deni didn't feel the burn. 'I'm from dragon blood,' her mind flickered. - 'Fire can't hurt a dragon.' Deni looked round.

A tall woman, wearing red from head to toe, smiled at her. Tongues of flame played on her fingertips. The stranger shook her hand and put them out, but Ser Jorah already had his sword at her throat.

- Let her go! - Denys shouted. - She didn't attack me, on the contrary, she saved me! It was the man with the box who was up to no good. He's a Pity, probably sent by the sorcerers.

Her kinsmen looked at each other. Ser Jorah reluctantly lowered his sword. Deni turned to her saviour.

- To whom do I owe my life?

- To the Lord of Light,' she smiled. - It was he who sent me the vision and warned me of your danger. I am Melisandre, Your Grace. I serve Rgror, the God of Fire and Shadow. And you are the one spoken of in the prophecy.

- Prophecy?

- Born amidst smoke and salt. I got the location right, but I got the man wrong. Stannis wasn't born on Dragonstone, he travelled there later. Azor Ahai is not him, you are.

Dragonstone, an ancient Targaryen stronghold and her birthplace. A smoking volcano surrounded by salt water. Having spent her childhood in the Free Cities, Dany had often seen the Red Priests and heard their sermons more than once, but no prophecy was mentioned. Azor Ahai, what a strange name.

Mormont's attention was elsewhere.

- Did you serve Stannis?

- We're all human, and we all make mistakes. The important thing is to get on the right path in time. Isn't that right, Ser Jorah?

Her bear blushed and fell silent. Deni felt annoyed. Though her knight's past was far from ideal, he was now her most loyal and faithful companion. No one but she has the right to reproach him.

- Does your god happen to know where I can get ships to leave this city?

Since the burning of the House of the Immortals, she has become an unwelcome figure in Qarth. Today's attempt on her life is proof of that. There are few captains willing to carry Dothraki, and even fewer willing to let dragons on board, and there were none willing to take both.

- Look to your left, Your Majesty. See those three ships? Illyrio Mopatis sent them to bring you and your dragons to Pentos. Now his men are running around the city looking for you...not knowing that you came here on your own.

Deni jumped for joy. The bells in her hair jingled.

- Then what are we waiting for? Hurry to them!

- I wouldn't trust a cheese merchant,' Ser Jorah muttered.

- But that doesn't stop us from using his help,' Melisandre argued. - Like thousands of other mortals, Illyrio serves the Lord of Light without knowing it.

On the deck of one of the ships they found a fat eunuch eating liver and onions. When he saw Deni, he dropped the food and jumped up so hastily that she laughed.

- Queen! - exclaimed the fat man. - It is you we are looking for!

- You don't look like you're trying very hard,' Mormont sneered.

- I don't recognise you in your horse clothes,' he replied resentfully. - While the others were looking for you, Belvas decided to have some refreshment. Belvas is me,' he explained, though Denys had already realised it.

- So Master Illyrio remembered me,' Deni said.

- He needs dragons. And someone who knows how to breed them.

***

Denys sat on the bed with her legs tucked under her and chewed on dates. Ser Jorah and Melisandre stood in front of her, the knight on her left, the priestess on her right. Irri handed her a cup of water. Deni took a small sip.

- 'So you think I should sail to Astapor and buy an army there.

- Khaleesi, that is the best ...

- What do you think? Do you agree with this plan?

Melisandre smiled.

- No.

- Then you are in favour of following Illyrio's plan and sailing to Pentos?

- No, Your Majesty. I am in favour of sailing to Volantis and convincing the Golden Swords to join us.

Dany has heard of the Golden Swords. The biggest and best mercenary force in the Free Cities. Except there's nothing to hire them for. Unless Illyrio could help her... but Illyrio doesn't do anything for nothing.

Ser Jorah shrugged.

- Even if we had the gold to hire them - and we don't - I wouldn't trust them. They are exiles, Khaleesi. Time after time, they have drawn swords against your ancestors, trying to put pretenders from the Black Flame branch on the throne. They are not your friends, Khaleesi.

- Gold will not be needed,' Melisandre said. - These exiles will follow us for the lands and titles we promise them... and for the dragons. I saw it in the flames as clearly as I see you now.

Ser Jorah frowned.

- 'Suppose so. But you can't trust the mercenaries anyway. At the first sign of danger, they will run. The Unsullied are a much better choice, Khaleesi.

- There are ten thousand Golden Swords,' Melisandre objected. - How many Unsullied can you buy if you sell the ships with all the goods?

- Two or three thousand,' Ser Jorah admitted. - And you'd have to haggle. But better a few loyal ones than a lot of dodgy ones.

Denys had an idea.

- But many loyal ones are best. What if I bought all the Unsullied? Every last one of them?

- We don't have enough money, Khaleesi.

- What if I gave the dragon to the slave traders?

Mormont looked shocked.

- Khaleesi.

- You can buy them all,' Melisandre replied. - And you can take the dragon back by turning the slave traders against their own Unsullied. That's one way of looking at the future, Your Majesty, but believe me, it won't lead you anywhere good. You'll find yourself embroiled in a long and unnecessary war with the Lords... and in the meantime, false kings will rule Westeros, and the darkness in the north will grow thicker. Volantis is the way to go.

- You can't conquer the Seven Kingdoms with ten thousand mercenaries,' Ser Jorah argued.

Denys nodded. Yes, ten thousand is not enough. By the way, who rules the Seven Kingdoms now? Denys had heard that Robert was dead and that Joffrey was at war with Stannis, but that news must be out of date. Perhaps Melisandre, thanks to her visions, knows more?

She asked the question aloud.

- I know,' the sorceress smiled. - Joffrey is dead, and so is Stannis. Tommen sits on the throne, and the Lannisters rule for him. The North and the Iron Islands do not recognise their authority and consider themselves independent kingdoms.

- They could be our allies,' Denys said. - Are there other lords in the Seven Kingdoms who don't like the Lannisters?

- The Martells,' Ser Jorah said. - Rhaenys and Aegon, killed by Tywin Lannister, were nephews not only to you but also to the Prince of Dornish. I don't think he's forgotten that.

- So I'll have the Golden Swords, the Dornish, and perhaps the Northmen and the Ironborn? Will that be enough to win the throne?

- Not until the dragons are grown and not until the West and the Vastness are against you-no, Khaleesi, not enough.

Dany is saddened.

- Do not despair, your majesty. Though the Lannisters have won a temporary victory, their power is not so strong, and a new turmoil is not far off. Your dragons--

- Dragons,' Dany sighed. - A dragon has three heads, so I was told in the House of the Immortals. I have three dragons, but only one rider. Where can I get two more if I'm the last of my kind?

- You can do without riders,' Melisandre said. - The Valyrian lords of old knew how to subdue dragons without sitting on their backs. Their slaves would blow a horn and the dragons would submit to their will.

Ser Jorah grinned.

- Well, my lady, if you happen to find an ancient Valyrian horn, be sure to let us know.

- I've already found it.

Deni clapped her hands in delight. Ser Jorah snorted incredulously.

- And I know where and how we can get it,' Melisandre finished.

***

A dark red galley with black sails had the clumsy merchant ship against the rocks and was preparing to board it. Ropes and hooks went up, and a motley crew of Ibbenians, Letnians and Westerosians climbed onto the deck of the captured ship. Resistance was short-lived. The pirates dragged three scrawny Quartians out of the hold, one of whom looked familiar to Deni. Aiming the Myrian Eye at his face, she aghast. Piat Prey!

- The sorcerers still won't settle down,' she said. - The pitiful one failed, so now they're chasing me.

- But in the end they fell prey to the pirates,' Ser Jorah grinned. - I understand now, Lady Melisandre. We could have attacked Euron Greyjoy back in Qarth, but it would have been better if he'd finished off our other enemies first. It's a good thing we made a detour and let them go ahead.

Melisandre nodded. Deni folded the Myrian Eye and gave the captain her orders.

Everything turned out just as the priestess had predicted. The pirates, busy dividing their booty, spotted them too late. The pirate galley was much faster than any of Dany's ships, and would have been impossible to catch on the high seas. But now the pirates were trapped. Deni's three ships had pinned them against the rocks just as the pirates themselves had pinned the merchants before.

The fight was short and bloody. Her Dothraki, already overcome with fear of salt water, pounced on the pirates, and Melisandre set fire to their ship. Bells sang a song of victory. Dragons scurried excitedly above the fray. Drogon breathed Piat Prey in her face, turning the sorcerer into a bright torch.

Chhogo handed her a horn, and Ser Jorah and Belvas brought the captured leader to her side. A blow to the kneecaps and the pirate collapsed to his knees.

- What is your name?

Melisandre had given her name, but Deni wanted to hear the answer from the captive himself.

- Euron Greyjoy. Nicknamed Raven's Eye.

The pirate's blue eye gleamed. The other remained hidden beneath the blindfold.

- Auron Greyjoy, I need your horn. I've heard it can be used to control dragons.

- Is there nothing else you need, your majesty?

Dany looked at Melisandre. Melisandre looked at Euron. The ruby around her neck flashed.

- 'I see the darkness in his heart,' she said. - He serves the Other, the enemy of Rglor. He must be killed, Your Grace.

Dany hesitated. Sure, Melisandre had saved her life and her visions had helped her defeat the pirates, but still... what if she was wrong? What if this Greyjoy could still be of use to her? To stall for time, Deni picked up the horn and began to read the Valyrian writing carved into it.

- It says that whoever blows the horn will die,' Dany translated, 'but the master of the horn will gain power over the dragons. Am I the master?

- Of course you are, Khaleesi. You defeated the pirates in battle, and the horn is your rightful booty.

- Then let the pirate blow it.

Deni held the horn to the prisoner's mouth. He shook his head.

- You are my prisoner. I can have you executed. But if you blow the horn and live, you will be set free. Blow!

The one-eyed man obeyed. Deni flinched, so sharp and clear was the sound of the horn. The dragons hastily jumped towards her, Viserion tried to climb onto her shoulder, but he was already too big and Deni playfully shoved him away.

Deni looked at her captive. The pirate lay curled up on the deck, blood bubbling on his lips.

Euron Greyjoy was dead.