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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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Daenerys nodded slowly. "Yes. Unsullied and the blood riders." She felt better at the suggestion alone.

When Grey Worm approached, Daenerys felt comforted, but soon she became troubled. "The Dothraki will not travel without their horses..." she thought aloud. "And we can't leave the city without water."

Light sparked in her eyes and she looked at Jorah in fear. "He planned this."

Jorah frowned as he listened to the report. He heard her realization and nodded with a slight frown. "I think you are right. An option is to not take your full force to Kings Landing. If you do you must choose the potential risk of men dying aboard the ships from illness or the city not having water to survive." He said thoughtfully. He saw the clever move, they were indeed dealing with someone of high intelligence. This was looking more and more difficult and dangerous with each new bit of information.

Daenerys thought long and hard. She growled in anger and shook her head. "Fine. We won't play into his plan." She looked to Grey Worm. "We will take half our force, but not our strongest warriors." She declared. "Half of our best warriors will stay here, safe from illness and from the threat of attack in case he's planned foul play."

She didn't want them all dead in one fell swoop to leave her with only the lesser warriors if she mounted an attack later.

Jorah nodded in agreement. "That is our wisest course of action. I fear that her words of warning about the water are genuine. I have made the trip and have even seen seasoned sailors clinging to the rail for a day or two." He said.

Grey worm bowed before setting off to give the orders to the troops.

Daenerys looked at Jorah, unsettled. But there was nothing to be done.

"If I do not go, it will show the people that I am afraid of him," she took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. "I will show no fear. The Seven Kingdoms are mine by birthright, and I will have them back."

Jorah nodded on agreement. "We must be prepared." He said in agreement. He too was worried about foul play.

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Dawn arrived quickly. Jorah rode on horseback holding their young daughter. They arrived at the main command ship along with the troops going with them. "How many need to load up on each of your ships?" He asked Yara.

Yara grinned when she spotted them. "100 dothraki on a ship and 200 unsullied. This is assuming they are all fully armed. A few more without arms." She said.

Daenerys followed Jorah on her own white mare. Daella was content in her father's arms. Daenerys looked stern for a moment as she listened to the exchange.

"They will be armed. That is not up for discussion," Daenerys said sharply. She wanted that made perfectly clear.

Yara chuckled as she held up her hands defensively. "I had no doubt of that. I was just informing you of how many I can transport per ship. If your dragons fly the whole way, I can fit 50 in your entorage. I don't want to be too crowded and not have enough private rooms for you and your advisors." She said.

Tyrion and Varys were with them at the dock. There was still some debate on whether they should go on this journey or not.

Daenerys glanced among her advisers, concerned with bringing them all. She wanted someone she trusted to remain in Mereen in case things went wrong in Westeros. She looked to Tyrion, trusting him even after only knowing him a short while.

"My lord Tyrion, considering how the would-be King treated your siblings, perhaps it would be safer for you to stay here," she suggested.

Then she looked to Jorah, curious of his suggestions for their journey. "My husband and I will have quarters with my daughter, correct?" She asked Yara.

Jorah nodded his agreement about Tyrion staying behind.

Yara chuckled at that. "Yeah, you are the last Lannister I have seen breathing and with your hide on. After what he did to your siblings, I'm not sure how you would fair. I think the crows still pick at their bodies above the drawbridge to enter the red keep." She said with amusement. She then focused on Danaerys. "You, your husband, and your daughter will be staying in my quarters. There is room in there for your servant, or she can be next door with your top officer. I will be swinging from a sack all night anyway, so it's no trouble for me." She said with a grin that suggested she did not mean sleeping.

Tyrion gave a slight shudder and raised his brows. "Gruesome...but I can't say as I blame him," Tyrion cleared his throat.

Daenerys nodded approvingly. "Then you will remain and make sure to keep things under control in my absence."

Then she looked to Jorah and smiled softly, unable to keep from chuckling at Yara's implications. "Very well, let's hope we catch our sea legs fast. Or we'll be swinging all night long ourselves."

Yara saw the shudder from Tyrion. "Their punishment was considered fair by most. How long it was drug out earned a few complaints from those who are squeamish." She said. There was a wider smirk from the bold comment from Danaerys. "I can assure you that my quarters have plenty of space to swig from for days." She said before motioning for them to follow her aboard.

Jorah was not certain that he was comfortable with the flirtatious banter going on between his wife and Yara. He cleared his throat a bit as he continued to hold their daughter.

Tyrion held up his hands defensively. "I'm not arguing. Recall that I'm the one who put an arrow through my own father's chest."

Any punishment they wrought was well deserved.

Daenerys flashed a smile to Jorah as they boarded the ship. She loved seeing him hold their baby daughter.

The ships were boarded within the hour before they set sail. It would take four days to cross with a fair wind and calm seas. Jorah slipped his arm around his wife's slim waist and kissed her temple as they stood on the bow of the boat as they left the harbor. "Are you ready to return home?" He asked her.

Daenerys stood at the bow of the ship as they set sail. She glanced to Jorah, smiling and leaning into him. "I am. Are you?" She knew he was returning home too. Her finger ran over Daella's soft downy hair. "To share our home with our daughter?"

Jorah smiled tenderly as he kissed her temple. "Indeed I am." He said. He would be happy anywhere he was with his wife and sweet daughter.

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They were halfway through their journey and quite a few of the Dothraki and Unsullied did indeed get quite sick. The extra water was helpful, they would have run out had they not gotten the extra supply.

Yara had given the couple their peace and his not pushed. She wanted them to feel comfortable. She was told in secret by the Queen to form a trusting relationship with Danaerys. She was to keep the Queen informed of any planned treachery from the younger woman. She had sworn to the Queen and would follow her oath.

Yara spotted Danaerys alone near the bow of the ship watching her dragons fly. She approached, "I'm surprised you didn't choose to ride them." She said casually.

The sickness that plagued her soldiers troubled Daenerys. So many of them were ill. She hadn't considered that they had no immunity to western sicknesses.

She stated as her dragons circled aloft. When Yara spoke, Daenerys didn't look her easy. "They have to fly a great distance," she replied. "The less weight they carry, the better."

Slowly she turned to face Yara. "Have my soldiers recovered from their sickness?" She asked. Wondering how many would actually make it to Westeros.

Yara saw the concern and appreciated it on one level. However, she also considered it quite foolish to be so naive. "Well, your unsullied do what they are told to recover and are coming along fine. However, the Dothraki do not listen. If they do not listen and drink water, some of them might not make it." She said.

Jorah was currently taking a nap with their daughter. He was not aware of his wife being alone on deck with Yara.

Daenerys nodded in understanding. She knew the Dothraki. They were stubborn and saw illness as weakness. It had taken her so much to get them all to follow her.

Daenerys stepped past Yara, beginning to head for the cargo hold. "Then they shall obey as an order from their khaleesi, I need them at their top physical conditions."

That, and she was terrified to lose them. She did indeed care for them.

Yara allowed her to go, but did follow behind. Mostly to stare at her fine ass as she walked. She wanted a piece of that bad, she would give it a fair shot when the opportunity arose.

The only Dothraki who would hear her order were the ones in Yara's cargo hold. Even those seemed hesitant to obey the order. It seemed their natural personalities were getting the better of them. It did not look promising for them to be at their full strength when they landed in King's Landing.

Daenerys felt Yara staring; rather, she felt that she was being watched, but was too focused on her warriors to worry about it. She approached the Dothraki in the hold and demanded they follow orders to drink water and keep calm while they traveled.

She was astounded when they did not obey immediately. So she took another tack, glaring and looking every bit the imposing dragon queen she was.

"I do not recall stuttering. Do you want the Warriors of Westeros to best you in battle? Do you want the braids cut from your heads? That is not the Dothraki way!!" She shouted in the native tongue. "I need you at your full strength when our journey ends! You need your full strength yourselves to show these Andals that you are the superior fighting force! You can't do that while ill!"

She kept her glare, meaning to maintain it until they all loved to obey.

The stronger warriors immediately stood and moved to attempt and drink water. However, not all were stirred up enough to rise out of their hammocks. This was the downside of bringing some of the weaker warriors among the strong. It was not the Dothraki way to help, they were all meant to fend for themselves.

Yara stepped forward and spoke lowly so that her voice would only be heard by Danaerys. "These men are just as stubborn and hard headed as my men. Anytime I try to motivate them, reminding them of the fun to be had with their cocks often times gives them the motivation to get better. Some men are better at fucking than fighting."

Daenerys once again found herself caught between a rock and a hard place thanks to her morals. She didn't want to encourage them to rape and pillage the Seven Kingdoms, but...

"Do you want this sickness to render you impotent and unable to pleasure yourselves with the woman of Westeros?" She added, sternly. "I know it is difficult for some of you to move. But you must do what you have to do in order to get better again. You will not be able to enjoy the new world without your health. Now I say again, drink more water, follow instructions to combat this sickness, I will not give the command a third time!"

Some of the Dothraki looked up nd seemed more motivated by that to drink water. There were a few that remained in their hammocks, but a majority were drinking water. Yara said nothing, but she suspected that half of her forces would die on the other ships if they were too stubborn to drink water. She would leave her to riddle out that problem for herself. She was providing as much aid as she was told to.

She chuckled when more got up to drink water after that second pep talk. "See? Most men think with thier cocks." She said to lead into the conversation she wanted to kick start. "Have you experienced how much men think with their cocks first? They follow blindly into battle to earn enough honor to win the heart of the girl." She said.

Daenerys was satisfied with the response, and began to leave the cargo hold. As Yara spoke, Daenerys could feel her fishing for information, or for a particular reaction. Slowly she turned to the other woman, a tilt to her brow.

"I have, but why does that concern you, I wonder?" She crossed her arms before her chest. "And if a man charges blindly into battle for a woman, could that not mean that he is lead by his heart? After all, he could avoid the threat of death by paying a whore."

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