Dragons Fill the Sies

3 MONTHS LATER

***TYRION***

He was seated at his desk inside his office chamber with the dwarf helping goddess erected behind him. Tyrion placed and lit a silver wax candle as an offering for her. On his desk were plates with sliced apples and oranges that he enjoyed. Seated across from him was an old lord from a low house on the brink of fading into obscurity in The Westerlands.

"Forgive me Lord Tallgrass, I don't mean to interrupt you so much, it's just that these apples and oranges you brought for me are delicious. I forgot, why are you called Tallgrass again, I can't say I've ever seen you or heard about your house recently."

"Lord Tyrion, I am happy you are enjoying the fruits. My house is called Tallgrass for the Tallgrass where prides of lions used to roam when they were still alive and plenty in The Westerlands. The houses including mine that lived in the tall grasslands have all but gone extinct, save for mine. We were in charge of capturing the lions and even training them to use in battle in the days of ancient. Please, as I was saying, my house and family are the last of the tall grassland houses that still exist. If my daughter who is sixteen years of age can't marry The King as one of the two queens he has allowed himself, then my house and line will vanish into history. Please, my lord, grant this old man who is still loyal to you this request."

"Marrying your daughter or any noble lady from the Westerlands to the King would not only elevate the house she belongs to. to royal status, but it would undermine my position as Lord Paramount of The Westerlands and warden of the west."

"My lord, I do not wish to undermine your rule but only to save my house, nothing more."

"Then why not wed your daughter to me, I did ask all the houses in The Westerlands with eligible daughters if they would be willing to unite their house with mine. If it's money you want, I am the wealthiest man in all of Westeros. What do you think?" Tyrion asked, clasping his hands together, focusing on Lord Tallgrass.

"Well, you see, about that, it's not about the wealth--"

"I see, it's not about the money, your house has lost its purpose and you would like for it to regain some semblance of glory and purpose. I hear Robyn Arryn is single and head of a very large standing army."

"Lord Arryn is said to have his eyes on a Stormlander girl. I would prefer someone who will be good for my daughter and love and respect her as the pure maiden that she Is." he insisted.

"Very well my lord, I will speak to the king for you and ask him to consider Giana Tallgrass as a candidate for his first or second royal wife. But I can't promise you anything, The King knows what is best for the realm and he is his own man with his mind. Now I must ask you Lord Tallgrass to leave as I have other matters to attend to."

Almost as if by divine intervention, Maester Donald walked in with news. Lord Tallgrass nodded his head and walked out with a hopeful smile. Lord Donald closed the door behind him and made sure the door was locked.

"My Lord paramount, she has arrived, your bride from Ibben. She has arrived with ten galleons along with her private ship, she and her people are waiting for us in Lannisport. All the houses who support you are there, sadly there aren't that many."

"About how many?" Tyrion asked.

"About 5. House Vikary, House Tallgrass, House Yew, House Sheep, and House Iron Fist."

"And about how many soldiers is that in total? I ask because my family, the other Lannisters who make up House Lannister, refuse to reply to my summons to meet me and talk to me. Their only reply is 'The King has still not chosen a queen from amongst our female house members.' I keep telling them that I cannot choose for the king. Who he chooses for his two future queens, is because it is for the best. I am afraid Lord Donald, for the first time in my life I fear that The Westerlands is going to spiral into civil war."

"With these five loyal houses and the few Lannister knights who support you, that's a combined might of two thousand five hundred fifty-seven. House Vikary has a total of 700 knights. House Yew has 500 knights. House Sheep has 300 knights. House Tallgrass has 50 knights and House Iron Fist has 900 knights. About 100 knights from House Lannister see you as the rightful heir of Casterly Rock and Lord Paramount of the West and lastly your seven blades for a total of two thousand five hundred fifty seven."

"In a total war, The Westerlands can muster up a total of fifty thousand soldiers and that's if all of the houses theoretically rally against us. But house Lannister alone can effortlessly generate ten thousand fighting men if need be. The odds are not in my favor. How many fighting men has my bride brought with her, if she even brought any" Tyrion asked.

"She told one my little ants that she brought three thousand fighting men and one thousand witches. So that bumps up your standing army to 6557. we also can't forget about her 'world's largest invisible army' so...numbers are yet to be determined. Shall we be on our way my lord?"

"Yes Donald, let us not keep my wife waiting." Tyrion sighed, anxiety trailing his tone.

Tyrion, Donald, and the seven blades waiting outside of his office chambers headed out to travel to Lannisport together.

Waiting for Tyrion at the main harbor was the main galleon Anaissa traveled in. Her house and faith banner was a pair of eyes with a crescent moon above them on a dark purple background. The lord of the houses supporting Tyrion was present. A column of men and women wearing dark purple hooded cloaks stepped out of the main galleon and stood across from each other as a circle of purple-cloaked followers of Anaissa came out with Anaissa walking in the center. Tyrion saw that Anaissa was a tall girl, covered from head to toe in a black cloak with a hood that covered her face and left only her nose and black-painted lips exposed. A crown made of crystal amethyst rested around her head, further pressing the hood down on her face and keeping her eyes hidden from being seen.

Her circle of followers opened as Tyrion approached her. Anaissa stepped forward, and on her feet she wore amethyst crystal heels. Tyrion stood before her and smiled, offering his hand to her. "I am very happy to finally have you here with my lady."

Anaissa's black-painted lips smiled as she took his hand and the two walked into a carriage waiting for them. "I Hope it is okay with you that I have brought my entire temple inhabitants, servants, priests, priestesses, and guards too."

"You're home now my lady, there will be accommodations for you and all of your people, I promise."

The lords in support of Tyrion wondered what this priestess looked like. From what they could see, she was tall, slender, gifted in the chest area and by the look of it, in the back area as well. Her hands were pale, perhaps painted white. Her nails were painted black and adorned with strange twinkling black-linked pearls.

"It is still midday. We arrived quite earlier than anticipated. The wedding will be taking place at night. Is that alright with you?" Anaissa asked.

"At the beginning of the world or at the end of it, whatever works for you," Tyrion answered with a soft smile.

"Hah hah, I like you, you're very funny," Anaissa answered, her accent was foreign but sweet like honey and serene like a dream.

"Well, you would be the first to mean that."

Back in Casterly Rock, Anaissa was brought to her private chambers, which had been prepared ahead of her arrival. She took a seat on a chair near a large arched glass window. She sat down and looked around despite still having her crystal crown over her hood covering much of her face. How on earth could she see anything?

"Would you like some wine my lady, or something to eat, maybe you would like some rest?" Tyrion asked, rubbing his hands in anticipation of an answer.

"I seldom drink, but after we are married I will have some. I will eat after we are married and I will get some rest after we have consummated our marriage. This is a very large room, very large indeed. It's so opulent and warm. A welcomed change from the normally cold air of Ibben.

"Right. Well my lady, would you like to remove that crown and hood off so you can see just--F"

"f--I can see just fine my lord. I couldn't take this crown off even though I had had the world's strongest man pry it off me, only my promised husband and future God King will be able to take it off me."

"I see," Tyrion said softly. He pulled a chair to sit right in front of her. "My lady, I am marrying you only for love, well I suppose we have to get to know each other first before I can start using that word so casually with you. I have a lot of love to give and I would love to see our children roaming throughout the castle. I don't know anything about God Kings, or this prophecy. I'm not all that religious of a man, but I am grateful to the dwarf helping goddess for uniting me to you."

"You have a lot of enemies my future husband from within and from outside. It brings me great joy and relief to know your intentions are sincere and I would love to give you everything that was ripped from you and denied to you in your past by your father Tywin, your sister Cercei, and from unfaithful and untrustworthy women. But if you have any shred of faith, I need you to have faith in my prophecy that has brought me to strange lands to wed me to you."

"Tell me about this prophecy, my lady"

"My name is Anaissa, I am eighteen years of age. I was a member of the shadow council, the main ruling body of Ibben. I am also a shadow priestess not like those from Asshai who worship the lord of light and see prophecies in the fire. Shadow priestesses and priests are not born or inducted or even initiated into this faith, we ARE children of the moon, our souls are from the moon, and we are the many faces of the moon, do you know which face I am, my lord?"

Tyrion leaned back on his chair and looked around. The colors of his own house made him take a very risky guess. "The Blood Moon" his own words seem to almost echo in her room. His accurate response startled her, getting an approving smile from her.

"Only my future God King and husband would guess correctly. The coming of the future God King will be born when the last Blood Moon's light shines its red light on his small frame, causing his shadow to grow longer until it blinds the utter dark evil that is slumbering, long enough for two destined heroes to land the killing blow. I thought you would be uglier, but you are fairly handsome. Your scar makes you look even more dashing."

Tyrion blushed hearing the last part, a slight proud smirk crossing his face. "If you believe me to be this coming God King, then you must believe it with all of your heart to travel so very far. I will believe with all my heart from this day forth, lady Anaissa that I am your next prophecised God King who will play a major part in vanquishing evil. If your soul and those of your brethren come from the moon, then are you not human?"

"Hahahahahaha, I am human my lord, this body of mine cradles the moon's soul inside of it like a mother shielding her newborn baby. The moon is my eye, it's my shield and my invisible swords, spears, morning stars, and pikes. Have you heard that marrying a shadow priestess grants the spouse supernatural gifts?"

"My mercenaries have, but I don't need them because I don't want them. Powers, not political power, but superhuman powers seem like a major burden to bear."

Anaissa smiled and leaned forward, taking Tyrion's small hands into hers. "I appreciate and love your honesty, your soul is that of a malformed Lion cub, but one whose body will be transformed in the light of The Blood Moon, the lions of your family's past will shrivel in the majesty of the Lion you will become. Fortunately for you, because of all of the obstacles in our way, I am going to give you all the powers at my disposal to fulfill your destiny."

"Right now? Can I turn invisible or skin change into a Lion?" Tyrion questioned.

"No, nothing that silly, in time you will know what they are and when to be used when they are warranted. Are you not interested in my claim of having the world's largest army and invisible army?"

"I would be lying to you if me and my mercernaries weren't guessing as to what that could mean."

"Guess, I know you'll get it right."

"Well, there was this red priestess that was with Stannis Baratheon, and--"

"Employing shadows to kill your enemies is the power of the lord of light, the moon casts shadows, yes, but the dead sing and howl and crawl and claw and dance under the moonlight. The dead no longer produce shadows because they are--"

"Ghosts..." Tyrion said, delightfully smirking, "And how many ghosts have all of these wars since the dawn age produced my lady"

Anaissa smiled, looking out towards the window, "Millions upon millions upon millions"

"Upon millions" Tyrion continued.

Anaissa leaned back on her chair. "The wedding must take place at the highest point in this castle. It must be this way."

Tyrion wanted to ask why this must be, then Maester Donald came walking in, "I beg your forgiveness my lord, but a message came to you via one of my little ants. Is it alright if your lady hears it?"

"Yes, especially if it concerns her. What does the message say."

"Someone in a black cloak and all black from head to toe and wearing a golden mask with only slits for their eyes to look out from, told my little ant that if you marry this foreign witch, his words, you are going to lose the Westerlands and will be driven from Westeros to live with her from whence she came from. This sounds grave my lord."

"They mean to stop this marriage until I beg King Bran to marry a Westerlands noble lady, thereby cementing The Westerland's power in Kings Landing. Some so many enemies could have sent this message. Maybe Lord Tallgrass, more likely someone from my own house. Anaisa, you wouldn't happen to know who is making these threats against your God King, would you?"

"The trees aren't the only ones with eyes, the moon, is the largest unblinking eye after the sun. It has bore witness to everyone who was born and died and yet to be born and who is on the cusp of dying."

Hours later when the sun had finally fallen and the Moon had risen to take its place in the sky, the top of Casterly Rock was lit brightly with torches, lamps, and candles. The air was quiet and still this night. The top of the castle was wide enough to have ten tables, an area for food and drinks, and a spot for musicians.

Tyrion stepped out wearing a black suit with golden lions on them provided to him by Anaissa's tailors. The suit was rather foreign as it was made of not leather but soft black fabric. His shoes weren't boots but low shoes made of black reflective material. His ascot was golden and a golden lion brooch was pinned to his left breast and pinned to the right shoulder of his black and gold suit was an old lion pelt that dragged across the floor. The lords and ladies who supported him including a small party of knights of his house were all in attendance. Aside from Lannister knights who supported him, no one else from his family was here. It didn't matter, they were all underestimating him, a spot he was used to being in all his life.

There was a purple-robed hooded priest at the end of the aisle waiting for Anaissa to come outside. Not long after Anaissa came walking outside wearing the same hooded cloak and amethyst crown she arrived Westeros in. The roof was silent as her heels clacked with each step she took. The seven blades stood near where Tyrion and Anaissa stood together in front of the priest.

The priest pulled out a glass vial with glowing purple liquid from a black chest one of the followers brought with them. "As the moon rises, the sun goes to sleep and when the sun wakes, the moon falls asleep. The day both god and goddess rise and fall together on the last night is when the God King's soul explodes and takes command of the world armies to give two heroes enough time to destroy evil once and for all. Lord Tyrion Lannister of House Lannister and Lord Paramount of The West of Westeros, do you take to love, honor, follow and elevate Anaissa; shadow priestess and commander of the world's largest invisible army and daughter of the eternal moon."

"I do take Anaissa to love, honor, follow, and elevate for my entire life," Tyrion answered only too happily.

"My shadow priestess and pride of the Ibbenese shadow workers and assassins, do you take Tyrion Lannister of Westeros, Golden Lion, future commander of the world's armies and heavenly lion God King as your husband and most devoted follower"

"I do, I take this man with the world's largest shadow to be my husband and God King," Anaissa answered with a soft approving smile.

The Shadow priest performing the ceremony asked both bride and groom to hold hands as he poured the glowing purple liquid on top of their hands. Their hands were painted purple and then returned to their normal color after a few moments. They separated their connected hands and each noticed a permanent tattoo on the palm of their hand. Tyrion had a Yellow sun on his left palm, and Anaissa had a blue crescent moon on her right palm.

"What in the seven hells?" Tyrion remarked on looking at the strange tattoo on his palm.

"When both the sun and the moon fall on the last night and our entire world is on the brink of dying, These two celestial Gods will shine their light once more to awaken the next God King's soul to combat the darkness. I was born for this moment, to marry East and West together. Now my life's purpose has been fulfilled, you may now kiss each other." The Shadow priest said joyfully.

Anaissa knelt to meet Tyrion's eye level and leaned in to share a short passionate kiss. The seven blades along with the lords there support Tyrion clapped for their newly married lord.

The guests seated themselves and enjoyed large plates of roasted pigs, ducks, pigeon pies, and an entire assortment of delicious foods. Plenty of wines including Ibbenese wines were brought with Anaissa's people. Julio Sand, who kept watch with the other blades formed a protective arc in front of Anaissa and Tyrion, kept his eyes on everyone while enjoying plates of food and drinks of wine.

Edward Hill, the blade native to The Westerlands, noticed a local boy whose brothers he knew wander in uninterrupted by the guards whose faces he didn't recognize. "When did these guards come and who sent them? It's too early to have the guards change duties" Edward wondered. He watched the boy go to one of the musicians and pass him a message.

"My Lord, please call all of the lords supporting you for a joke you would like them to hear from Anaissa."

Tyrion didn't argue and called them over, "My Lords please come over, my wife would like to share a funny story from Ibben! It's sure to make you all keel over with laughter."

The lords stood up from their seats and walked over to Tyrion's table where they could be standing behind the protective net formed by the seven blades.

Then almost as Edward foresaw, the song, 'The Rains of Castamere' began to be played and sung by one of the singers.

"Seven Blades, protect me my wife, and The Lords!" Tyrion commanded.

Men and women wearing black cloaks with white masks with slits for eyes wielding daggers, short bows, and swords began to kill members of Anaissa's faith including the priest who married Tyrion and Anaissa. A masked assassin came behind him and slit his throat though the priest did not resist and instead welcomed his end with a smile on his face. More and more assassins were coming in from the only entrance exit. The sounds of steel clanging and men and women screaming on the lower floors echoed up to the roof. The black billowing smoke from fires started in the lower floors and different rooms rose to the night sky also.