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[For Jorah/Hannibal] Homecoming

In Essos, Daenerys had given birth to a healthy and lively baby girl. She had her father's dark eyes but the light hair and full face of her mother. It was shortly after her birth that a letter arrived from across the Shivering Sea - too far for a raven to fly. It came from King's Landing and bared the Bolton seal. The letter invited Daenerys back to Westeros, but not to reclaim the Iron Throne. Apparently, Hannibal Bolton had taken control of King'sLanding, and the Starks had all but been demolished. The Lannisters, in turn, had also been eradicated.

Daenerys was shocked. But more than that, she suspected treason. As did Tyrion Lannister. With her newborn daughter to her breast, Daenerys took council with Jorah, Grey Worm, Missandei and Tyrion.

"Who does this Bolton think he is?" She snapped. "Inviting me back without promising to relinquish the throne to me? It is mine by birthright, I will not allow some savage northman to take what is mine."

Lannister, Baratheon, Bolton - the name didn't matter. A thief was a thief.

"If he took King's Landing and defeated the Lannister army, my queen, then we can conclude that he indeed has a powerful army of his own," Tyrion pointed out.

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A few weeks had gone by, and Margaery's belly had begun to swell only slightly with their fourth child. Of course Olenna could spot this a mile away and was already declaring name options. Aenar was with the pair of them while they took tea in the gardens overlooking the ocean. The boy was now sitting up on his own in his mother's lap, but still feed from her breast. The twins were studying with their tutors.

"So tell me child," Olenna sipped her tea. "What is your husband's intention by inviting the Targaryen girl back here?"

Aenar cooed when Roose came close and he patted his hands over the dragon's nose. Margaery glanced up to her grandmother, who added more to her question.

"Don't tell me he means to surrender his throne to her, now that they have a confirmed common lineage?" Olenna scoffed.

"Certainly not, grandmother," Margaery replied sharply. "Do you honestly think my husband is the type of man to relinquish power? No. But if you're so curious, all him yourself, he should be joining us shortly."

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Jorah frowned, he didn't like this idea at all. It felt far too much like a trap they were walking into. "How certain are you Varys that he doesn't intend to outright kill us if we arrive unarmed?" He asked. He did not like the fact that his wife and young daughter would be in so much danger.

Varys bowed his head lowly. "I do not, but he is far too clever a man to do all of this simply to kill. Perhaps here is something that troubles him and he needs our aide. Most powerful men are hiding behind their power to not prick their pride and ask for aide."

"He's not wrong about that," Tyrion nodded. "Hannibal Bolton is a clever man, as was his father before him." He had heard rumor tell of the Faceless Men in Braavos being descended from the Bolton line. "A simple death trap isn't his style - that was his bastard half-brother's scheme.

"Furthermore, I am told that his wife is a patient and kind woman," Tyrion continued. "The Lady Margaery may find a kinship with you, your Majesty, in that you are both young mothers. She may persuade her husband to be merciful."

"And it is then that we would strike," Daenerys growled. She was not about to accept mercy from another usurper.

Her council nodded in agreement. Jorah looked to her, "Shall we send our reply now? If so, we should retire afterwards." He pointed out. He did not desire to continue these public discussions. He needed a private word with his wife.

Daenerys nodded and looked to Missandei. "Send word back to Westeros. We will be accepting his offer." With the order given, Daenerys rose, holding a sidelong Daella, and excused herself. She moved to their sleeping chambers with Jorah so that they could speak in peace.

Jorah nodded as he quickly moved to escort his wife and daughter into their private chambers. Once the doors were shut, he put his arms around her to hold her close. He said nothing, he just held her tight to his body to comfort her.

When they were alone, Daenerys leaned into Jorah and let him hold her. It was Daella who cried out sharply when Jorah's embrace caused her to be pinned between her parents. Daenerys moved back and have Daella some space. "Dragons...he controls dragons...she whimpered. "I had thought...I had thought I was special..."

Jorah shifted so that he could still hold her close without pressing to much around Daella. He kissed her forehead tenderly. "He did not walk through fire to hatch it, nor did he stay by its side as it hatched. You are special. He is not blood of the dragon." He insisted. He looked deep into her eyes, "You are blood of the dragon....do not be intimidated by a man who has trained deadly animals as a hobby. He was lucky to come across an egg." He said as a way to comfort her.

Daenerys was comforted by his words but clearly she was still upset. She cuddled their daughter closer and looked up to him. "Am I making the right choice? I do not want to put out daughter in danger..."

Jorah considered her question for a moment before answering. "To return to Westeros will be dangerous no matter what. The crossing itself could prove more dangerous than what awaits us there." He pointed out. He looked deep within those perfect violet eyes. "I swear that I will keep the pair of you safe. No matter what happens while we are there." He said.

Daenerys suddenly felt guilty. She sighed and leaned into him, resting her head upon his shoulder. "Should I not risk it? Should I stay and protect the safety of my subjects?"

But she had fought for her throne for so long...she couldn't give up now...

Jorah kissed her tenderly. "I will not make the choice for you. However, it is an option for you to still take. Even if we go there it is an option to return." He said softly. He wanted her to know that he would support whatever decision she made.

She hadn't thought of that. Daenerys had always assumed that when she returned to Westeros that she would never leave. It was her kingdom by birthright after all. Slowly she nodded and smiled to Jorah before kissing him softly. "Thank you, my love. I needed to hear that."

Jorah smiled as he kissed her tenderly. "I will always be here for you my Queen, my love." He said.

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It was a week after they had sent their response when a fleet of ships bearing the kraken arrived in the port. None of the sailors were armed and they seemed to come with peaceful intentions. Other than some knives necessary for survival on a ship, they could be considered unarmed.

The captain of the head ship had requested an audience with her grace and was waiting for admission. She called herself Yara Greyjoy, ruler of the iron islands. She said nothing else of her purpose or intentions.

Daenerys had not expected the kraken sails to grace her borders. She feared invasion, but then they sent the message to speak with her.

She allowed them.

Daenerys waited in the throne room, looking the very picture of royalty in a flowing dark blue gown. She sat at the top of the staircase with her daughter in her arms. Waiting for Yara.

Jorah stood just behind Danaerys as Yara entered. He found it unusual that she had arrived. Tyrion and Varys were standing nearby as well as Grey worm and Missendi at the foot of the stairs.

Yara came in with a confident swagger. She looked over this mother of dragons and did not hide her interest in the slender woman. She was quite attractive Queen Margaery would not like being replaced in certain circles with dirty talk about this younger woman. She bowed at the bottom of the steps. "It is a great pleasure to meet you. I have been sent by Lord Bolton. He has requested that I personally escort you and as many of your men as you desire to bring with you upon my ships. His only request is that any arms brought are left upon the ships once we make berth at King's Landing." She paused for a beat before adding. "He also ordered me to personally ensure you and your family's safety in this journey. My ship has been fortified to carry the weight of your dragons aboard. However, that limits the amount of people you can have aboard my command ship with you." She said.

Jorah saw that look in her eyes. He had heard about some being bold with their intentions. However, she was being far too bold for his tastes.

The confident swagger and the raking look were not lost on Daenerys Targaryen. She knew what that look meant; men had looked upon her in such lust. She flashed a smile, but otherwise didn't engage.

"I'm curious," It was Tyrion who answered first. "You said 'Lord Bolton'. As a resident of the Seven Kingdoms, doesn't that make him your King?"

Daenerys had noted that as well. But she was more concerned about the mention of her dragons. Her violet eyes narrowed and she leaned back in her throne.

"My dragons can fly. The distance across the Shivering Sea won't disturb them," Daenerys shrugged. "But why should I trust you? Why should I trust that the Northman has any intention of delivering me alive? For all I know, you plan on taking me aboard your ship, back to the Iron Islands to spill my innards on the rocks." Or worse, throw her to the crew.

Jorah too was suspicious of her intentions. He waited quietly.

Yara heard Tyrion, but did not look at him. Her eyes stayed locked on the beautiful woman in front of her. There was a slight smirk on her face when she saw that moment of fear. "Aye he is King of the seven Kingdoms. I have struck a bargain with him. He allows me to rule my islands as I see fit. In return my people only ravage wildlings. They are more of a challenge anyway." She relaxed her stance a bit and hooked her thumbs into her belt. "I swore to bring back Lord Bolton's beloved niece. After how he took a full two weeks to finally let the Lannister twins die, I'd rather not cross him." She came off as amused and casual with her words and demeanor. However, there was the slightest glint of fear in her eyes for someone who spotted it quick.

Daenerys did indeed spy that glint. She said nothing, she just watched and listened. This man must indeed have some power and fear he gripped the people with. Daenerys found herself very curious to meet this Hannibal Bolton. But she was impressed...and suspicious...that Yara Greyjoy did not call him king.

"Beloved niece..." she growled. "He claims the Targaryen name. I don't care what Maesters sign their names to verify. He is no relative of mine."

"Let us not be so hasty to refuse an invitation," Tyrion advised softly. "So you will be escorting us back to Westeros?"

"When do we leave?" Daenerys added.

Jorah frowned, they had received that bit of news just yesterday. He had Varys and Tyrion looking into it to check the authenticity.

Yara didn't bat an eye, nor did she seem the least bit concerned about the growl from Danaerys. She wasn't intimidated in the least. "I don't trust Maesters either. However, I can't argue with what I see with my own two eyes. His twins both have a natural streak of silver hair that they proudly show off. His youngest son, I swear could be your brother. He has the exact same eyes as you." She said honestly.

She shrugged her shoulder at the question of when to leave. "As soon as the ships can be supplied with extra water stores and some food rations we will be ready to sail." She said.

Jorah raised an eyebrow. "Extra water?"

Yara chuckled, "How many of your military have sailed? The sea is not kind. She is an angry bitch who will do her best to humble the saltiest of sailors. I have a feeling some of your men might have difficulty finding their sea legs. Extra water is good to keep men alive who find themselves perched at the rail." She answered frankly.

Daenerys looked to Jorah, also wary of the recommendation that they bring extra water. But she nodded her approval. It wouldn't be that much more difficult anyway. It was the news that the children of this man were displaying Targaryen traits made her suspicious.

"That doesn't mean he's Targaryen," she pointed out. "His wife may be of some Targaryen descent." The Tyrells had fair and lovely women after all.

But there were other things to focus on. Daenerys sighed and looked to Yara. "Prepare your vessels then. I will prepare my troops."

Jorah had noted that she seemed to mention three children. He had thought they only had two children.

Yara bowed again. "Very well, I shall give my men their orders. If your dragons will fly on their own the distance, then more of your men can come aboard my ship. I will keep in mind that one might desire to rest for a bit though. Too much weight would sink my ship." She said. Her cocky smirk returned to her face. "We will be ready to set sail at dawn. If it pleases you to leave at that time, I will gladly welcome you aboard my ship." There is something in her eyes that hints at a double meaning to that phrase.

Daenerys had also noted that they apparently had more children. Three? They were indeed potent, weren't they?

She dismissed the Greyjoy woman, smirking at the double meaning. Dawn suited her just fine. Daenerys then dismissed the others to confer with Jorah.

"Your thoughts?" She tilted a brow. Curious his opinion of the Greyjoy woman.

Jorah waited until the room was indeed clear. "She is far too brash." He said quickly. He then calmed himself a bit before speaking more. "She seems genuine enough. However, I am worried about this being a trap on some level." He said. It almost seemed too good to be true to him.

He then sighed deeply again. "I agree that his lineage claim is sad and weak. However, he might be genuine about not meaning direct harm if he truly believes it . At least no harm without cause." He said.

Daenerys chuckled softly at his initial anger. She rocked Daella in her arms and glanced up to him again. "You think we should turn her away?"

She held Daella up so that the baby could prop herself against Daenerys' chest and look up at her father. Daenerys maintained her gaze with Jorah. "We will be taking our weapons with us. We could force a mutiny if things don't work well for us."

They could take over the boat and force the crew to sail them back to Westeros under threat of torture.

Jorah sighed and shook his head. "A mutiny won't work with iron born. We would have to kill them all." He explained. "She is likely a far safer transport than anyone else he could have sent. Her being here means one of two things. Either he trusts her to keep her words. Or he feels that she is expendable and that is why she was sent. To test your honesty in accepting his offer." He said. "I cannot figure which it is." He said with a hint of worry.

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