Dragons Fill the Sies

***TYRION***

"Seven gods, this can't be real" Julio Sand shouted in sheer disbeilief. He along with his six others blades with Tyrion and Maester Donald stared at a large shimmering river of flowing gold in one tunnel. In the other tunnel that sunk into the earth and back up not far from the golden one, a river of pure shimmering silver.

Both rivers glowed with an unnatural light, or perhaps their pure liquid metal states gave off that appearance from all the lit torches in the tunnels that lined the walls through which the rivers flowed.

"Beautiful and terrifying to behold, wouldn't you seven agree? I was even told that not far from this tunnel of silver, in another chamber, was discovered, with all sorts of precious gems and minerals beginning to fall out of the walls themselves. The walls themselves are sick with gems and diamonds that they're practically vomiting it right into my hands."

"What would happen if I stuck my hand inside of the silver river" Ivory Pyke asked Tyrion half-jokingly, taking a closer look at the gleaming silver liquid.

"The miners have told me that as soon as any amount of silver or gold is pulled out of the river, it solidifies in a matter of seconds. So If you want a permanent silver hand, I suggest staying away from the river. Wood seems to be unaffected so special wooden designs were made to create as many coins and bars and balls as quickly as possible."

"There is so much wealth here that no kingdom or empire would be able to spend it all even if they used it every day for the next three hundred years," Rolando Stone said marveling at the abnormal amount of wealth reflecting in his eyes.

"Bring me seven tiny balls of gold for my friends over here!" Tyrion called out to one of the miners in charge of producing the currency.

The seven blades looked at each other with surprise. A miner brought seven fist-sized perfectly round balls of pure gold in a wooden bucket. Tyrion turned to his hired guards and spoke.

"Before I give you all your first weeks' payment, let me just say that from personal experience, I know sellswords, mercenaries or even just hired thugs to work only for money and are loyal to it and nothing more. I do not ask you to see me as your friend, as a business partner, sure; but I hope that you will all stick with me for as long as I live and see me as your loveable and friendly employer. Keep me alive, my future children and wife safe and you and your families will be covered for as long you all live. What say you all?"

Julio Sand bent the knee first, then Ivory Pyke and all the other blades followed along until they were all kneeling before Tyrion.

"As long as you treat us with respect, see us as men and women trying to survive in this world with the only skills we know that we have perfected, you have my pledge to protect you and your family and house. You have the full support and pledge of The Seven Blades, our blades are yours to do with however you command us to use them, my lord."

Tyrion's smile was as bright as the golden balls in the wooden bucket. He was pleased to hear those words and one by one paid each of the seven blades. They opened their hands and smiled or nodded as they graciously accepted more gold than they ever held in their hands.

"All seven of you may rise. It's time for us to head back to Casterly Rock, we have other business to attend to."

In his office chamber, Tyrion found a gift waiting for him near his desk. It was obviously what he thought it was but pretended to feign ignorance. "Hmm, I wonder what this might be. Who on earth could be hiding under this snow-white tarp."

"From the looks of it my lord, it seems its a woman hiding under the tarp, but why isn't she moving" Galvan said, tapping his chin.

"Galvan, my gods" Ivory gasped, shaking her head at his naivete.

Tyrion pulled the drape off of his gift and marveled at the beautiful work of religious art standing before him. A seven-foot-tall nude woman made of pearlescent marble with three baby dwarves shined with an almost serene light when the light of the sun bathed it. There was one baby dwarf at her feet crawling on its hands and feet. Another being cradled in her arm playing with her long hair and another on top of her shoulders crowing her with a crown of crystal. But when the light hit the crystal crown just right, her crown became a brilliant rainbow illuminating the entire space. At her feet where she stood on a low pedestal was a sliver candle, unlit.

"My gods, or should I say, oh my goddess. This couldn't have been made by hands of men, Donald, could it have?"

"I found the best sculptor in all of Westeros my lord, and he wasn't cheap, or rather he didn't make himself cheap, and I also needed to find a Lapidary who knew the exact type of crystal the original statue wore."

"I say the money was well spent, Maester Donald. She is divine to behold. What is with the candle? Stupid question. A deity requires a votive candle."

"True my lord, but the candle is to be lit after the awakening ceremony. Only then will her senses come alive. The ceremony requires her to be showered with seawater, adorned with rare flowers, and kissed with honey-covered lips by the dwarf seeking her protection and favor, of course, there are ceremonial invocations that must be said before and after the kiss. No need to worry my lord, I will recite the invocations for you since the language of my island is very difficult to voice."

"I am in your debt Maester Donald, truly I am, and I know I will be able to repay it." Tyrion said, patting his maester on his back.

"I have other good news for you my lord" Maester Donald pointed excitedly.

"This day keeps getting better and better. Tell me, Donald"

"Out of all the one-five hundred marriage proposal letters I have sent out through Westeros and beyond, you only received three responses. One is from Westeros and the other two are from Essos."

"The lords of Westeros still haven't forgiven me nor will they forget when I sided with Daenerys Targaryen. She burned thousands of men, women, and children when she came to Kings Landing. Who from Westeros agreed to marry their daughter to me?"

"Lord Howland Reed will be willing to marry his daughter, Meera Reed to you but in exchange, they want half of all the gold and silver produced by the rivers of gold and silver as the dowery. What do you think Lord Tyrion."

"Meera Reed, I believe I heard her name before. I think she was with King Bran when he was in the North. House Reed is practically the front entrance to The North. But if married her, then her house would be expelled from the independent North. This means that the money to essentially buy their daughter wouldn't be out of greed, but as insurance that their house and all the lands belonging to them would allow them to survive should Queen Sansa no longer want them to be part of her Queendom. I don't want there to be any bad blood or problems with my house and House Stark. I will have to decline Lord Reed's offer. What about the other two."

"Well the other marriage proposal response came from a Princess of mercenaries, and by that title I mean she is a self-proclaimed 'Princess' of a growing mercenary company that is host to about fifty thousand men. She says that with your wealth and her influence, you could have the world's largest army of ten million soldiers in ten years made up of all classes of men from the entire of Essos, Westeros, Sothoryos, and beyond. She loves wealthy men and has been sought out by the wealthiest men and princes in the free cities. I spared no expense and told her about your newfound rivers of wealth just for her to seriously consider you as her potential husband."

"A mercenary princess with a growing and competing mercery company to The Golden Company. and a promise to have ten million mercenaries in ten years. That is tempting, but a woman who loves gold first and her husband second, I just don't think I can trust her lest she try to have me killed like Shae did. I will have to pass on this one too as much as it pains me to say it. Which leaves me with only the last marriage proposal response. Who is it from."

"Well my Lord this one is as exotic as it can get. A powerful priestess from the island nation of Ibben says she wants to unite her faith and its followers with House Lannister of Westeros. She was a former member of what she calls The Shadow Council which rules over the island nation. She didn't reveal too much, but she says she is the leader of the world's largest invisible army of shadow assassins. She is eighteen years of age and is following what she says is her destiny, my lord."

Tyrion sat on his seat and looked up at the goddess that he swore for a moment was smiling at him. He rubbed his eyes and checked to see if he was losing his mind. The Goddess's stoic face was just that, stoic. He thought about his options carefully. The seven blades took a seat in one of the seats in his office chamber while he thought carefully about his choice.

"Well gentlemen, I guess the third time is the charm." Lord Tyrion answered confidently.

***SANSA***

"Your father, Ned Stark would disown you, Lady Sansa! This is an outage!" Lord Hornwood shouted.

"I agree with him, my queen," Lord Crowl started, "You are marrying not only a foreigner but someone who knows nothing about our culture and our way of life. If you marry him, he will eventually become King of The North, and if he does then--"

"And if he does, Lord Crowl, then he will do everything in his power to make sure The North remains an independent kingdom, and when I and he pass on from this world, our children will rule and on and on like a spinning wheel." Sansa stood from her seat and made her first hard decision as Queen of The North. "I will not rule over a divided North, but if I have to crush a rebellion in its crib, I will do so. I am not only protecting The North from foreign threats but domestic ones too."

Jin Soza stood from his seat and held Sansa's hand, "To the lords of The North, I promise you that I did not come to change your way of life. In my culture we do not impose our ways of life on foreigners, we just ask that they respect our laws, respect maintains peace, and I come with peace in mind. As for foreigners overruning your lands, in time my soldiers and servants will settle here and they too may wish to start their own houses here all while integrating into Northern culture. Your Queen will still be your Queen even after we marry, I will die first before letting anything or anyone threaten her. I just ask that you all give me a chance. I promise that no soldier of mine will take part in hurting or fighting The Northmen or women." he fell on his hands and knees and prostrated himself before all of the assembled lords and ladies of The North.

"Your words may be true and you may have nothing but pure intentions with our Queen, but that does not change the fact that you are an outsider and the people here will not be happy to see your kind--"

"LORD MANDERLY THAT'S ENOUGH!" Sansa shouted with such fury her beautiful pale skin blushed red. "The Lannisters created the reigns of Castamere to remind their enemies of what happened when their vassals rebelled against them. I am my father's daughter, but I am NOT my father. If I have to, I will destroy any northern house that won't respect my choices. Prince Jin traveled far and wide to marry me, not to conquer us. I doubt the entire North alone could win a full war against his combined army. The North needs more soldiers should anything happen. Please give Pricne Jin the respect and hospitality of The North. I intend to marry him and continue my father's legacy through our children, please, let's be better than this; your queen demands that you be."

Jin Soza remained prostrated before the lords and ladies of The North. His sincerity, his submission to them, and Queen Sansa's pleas and threats were enough for them to relent.

"Then you have my blessings, Queen Sansa." Lord Glover said from among the room full of lords and ladies.

"I do not see this foreign prince going against his word, but if he does, you must promise to expel him from our lands. You have my support and my house as well."

"The Queen of The North! The Queen of The North!" The entire room erupted with support for Queen Sansa, much to her relief. She helped Jin back up to his feet and hugged him.

At the front gates of Winterfell, Jin, and Sansa saw the lords and ladies of The North off. Knights and bannermen rode off on their horses. "Your grace, forgive me for saying but when I arrived here to your home and land, I never expected the men to be so protective of you, which is why I promise to always protect you and your way of life. Is this what you call Winter? This cold dry air is so foreign to me and my men, but I'm slowly coming to like it. It's a nice change of constant dry warm air and humidity. My skin is beginning to feel better. I can't believe Im here." Jin marveled and laughed at seeing the steam escape his lips as he opened and closed his mouth.

Sansa grabbed onto his arm and walked outside of Winterfell with him to spend time. "My prince, what is your home like, and I don't mean your principality, but your real home. The land, the natural wonders, the animals"

"My home is a palace that is twice bigger than Winterfell. It's made of beautiful marble and gold. Its called Yakusoku."

"What does that mean?" Sansa inquired.

"It translates from my language to yours as 'The Promise' you see because when my father was still alive, he promised my mother and his chieftains, what you will call his lords and bannermen, that neither the Dothraki nor the Jogo nai or any barbarians and savages would ever cross our borders to rape, pillage, burn, steal and murder ever again and it's a promise I intend to keep alive. My brother rules my principality in my place, he might be younger than me but he is surrounded by wise men and soldiers. Oh right, the palace. It's so big, I have an area where we keep the royal tigers that are given to the children of the royal family to grow up and bond with. In battle, we go with them. My room has everything you think a royal would have, except for love."

"What do you mean?"

"I had everything a prince could have in this world, except for a wife and children. The princesses and even noble ladies of YI TI had better alternatives than a young prince from Yakusoku with a then small army and a limited amount of wealth. I was getting older and although I refined and perfected my knowledge with swords and martial arts, none of this would get me what I wanted. Then I went on a journey to find a Phoenix. When I found one high in the mountains, I made a wish, a wish to find me a noble lady who would give me what I most desire. The phoenix granted me more than I asked for and suddenly all the chieftains belonging to the other princes of Yi Ti abandoned them and rallied to my principality. Then I dreamt that a beautiful white wolf came out of a white mountain during winter with cubs. This was my dream about you Sansa. A month later I received your letter and I made preparations to journey to wed you. Maybe it was all coincidence, maybe I just got lucky. Or perhaps the Phoenix truly granted me my wish."

"I don't think you got lucky Jin, I think your destiny was revealed to you."

"Perhaps you are right. Forgive me, my lady, I have to send a letter out to my Chieftains."

Jin took a seat on a fallen tree and wrote a letter with ink and quill he carried in a bag he traveled with. Sansa sat next to him and watched him write down several requests. He then pulled out an item that when he blew into it, let out a piercing shriek. Sansa covered her ears as quickly as she could.

"What was that just now?" she asked, perplexed and interested.

"A whistle your grace, I'm calling Sasuke, my giant eagle. He has to eat first and drink a lot before he is to travel back to Yi Ti. It's a long journey from one end of the world to the next."

A giant eagle the size of a dog flew above, flapping its wings and causing Sansa to cover her face and keep her hair from flapping in the air. She was astonished and slightly frightened by the unnatural size of this bird. Its wingspan length was longer than a human's shoulder length.

"What message did you have in mind" Sansa asked.

"I asked for fifty ships to come with soldiers, advisers, and some wedding gifts for you. Obviously, I can't tell you what those are." Jin smiled and gave her her first kiss on her cheek. She blushed and watched the giant eagle flap its mighty wings as it took off from Jin's forearm where it had perched itself.

"While we wait for your ships to arrive, we have to prepare for a wedding. Your ships can dock at White Harbor. We can hold up to one hundred ships. The entire coast is made for trading and merchant ships, including The North's naval power."

"Excellent your grace, here, I've been meaning to give you this since choosing me to be your husband." Prince Jin handed the monkey-tailed hat he had on and placed it on top of Sansa's head.

Sansa laughed as she felt the soft warm long brown tail of what Jin called a monkey. "This hat is so foreign but something about this tail just makes me laugh the more I look at it, my prince."

"I'm glad it brings a smile to your beautiful face, your grace. That tail belonged to an old family warrior monkey and believe me when I tell you that monkeys who are trained to be loyal and deadly; have no equal. Should you meet one in the wild or the battlefield, if their long tiger-like fangs don't rip you apart first then the blades in their hands will. I wear it with me to have his spirit look after me. He was as loyal as a dog, ferocious like a mountain tiger, and deadlier than an assassin."

***JON***

Jon tossed and turned in his sleep, his hands clawed at the thick fur sheets he was wrapped in. The winds outside howled, singing its cold, biting merciless tune. In his dreams, he was back in Kings Landing, inside the red keep where The Iron Throne once stood for over three hundred years. There were holes in the ceiling, much of it was destroyed and the skies were dark and only getting darker. The first snow began to fall and soon a flurry of snow began to descend upon the entire city.

"How could you Aegon, how could you kill me knowing what I have gone through to help you? I lost Viserion to The Night King helping you get evidence to show that bitch Cersei of the threat that was coming for everyone. I lost my baby boy and my first husband to an accursed witch in the east. I lost Rhaegal to Euron Greyjoy, and that bitch Cersei killed Missandei, my one and only friend in this entire world. All I have ever done was lose and when I finally had what my father lost, YOU RIPPED IT AWAY FROM ME. I FUCKING HATE YOU YOU BASTARD. I Should have never helped you." Dany voice roared all around him with unbridled sadness and fury combined in the perfect storm.

Jon looked around to see where her voice was coming from. It seemed to come from around him and nowhere at the same time and even felt like it was coming from deep within his own heart.

"I don't know if I am talking to you directly, or to your memory, or your soul. Maybe I'm just talking to my own guilty conscious. But what you did was cold-blooded murder against the people of Kings Landing, the innocent children of King's Landing! I too have lost people precious to me that I will never get to see again but I took it out on the people who did it to me and my family, not on the innocents. You were destined to take over the world Dany, not save it as much as you wanted to do the right thing and if you are alive, still alive out there somewhere, come kill me. I'm here at home, IN THE TRUE NORTH."

Jon turned around and saw Daenerys with Drogon standing right behind her with his wings outstretched. "You betrayed my mother," Drogon's words were deep and cold, slicing at his heart, "You betrayed her trust and LOVE"