Keeper

The Future

"I may have forgotten to mention that someone is currently residing within the Keep." He replied. "That someone would be your sister. The girls.. I'm not sure who they are."

Alice's head snapped up at the sound of voices, and she dragged Ada to her feet as Dany's boat was pulled inland and the people within stepped onto Westerosi sands. Ada tugged on the sleeve of her sisters tunic as she recognized the form of three massive dragons following the armada of ships, and the bright silver hair of who they assumed to be Daenerys Targaryen as she stepped out of the boat with a very short man wearing a Hand of the Queen pin on his jerkin.

"Your-Your Grace!" The sisters bowed low to the ground as they approached Daenerys, who merely smiled at them in response. "Please forgive us, I promise we're not intruders here, we're the servants of your eldest sister Rhaella. She's inside waiting for you!" Dany's eyes lit up at the mention of Rhaella, but she was more curious to feel the sand between her fingers before she and her counsel ascended the cliffs to the Keep. "We can take you to the Keep, if you so wish. My name is Alice." Alice extended her hand towards her twin. "And this is Ada."

"Ah, I remember you both." Tyrion remarked as the girls' eyes snapped over to him. ''Rhaella found you on the Street of Steel begging for food and begged my father to let her take you in as her servants."

"Yes. Yes, she did." Ada replied. The small crowd that stood on the shorelines watched as the future Queen of Westeros bent down, face hidden from their view, to press her hand into the damp sand. It seemed to Alice that this was merely a way to recognize the fact that she'd made it here, and that her future resided just within the walls of her ancestral home, her place of birth.

Daenerys stood to her feet and dusted her hand on the fabric of her dress.

"Your Grace," Bright blue eyes followed the twins as they motioned up the cliffs. "Welcome home. Your future awaits you."

***

High in the Halls of the Kings who are gone

Jenny did dance with her ghosts

The ones she had lost, and the ones she had found

And the ones who had loved her the most

Tyrion beamed at the familiar, alluring voice that echoed against the walls of Dragonstone Keep as he followed Daenerys into the main Throne Room. The Unsullied stood at attention at the presence of an unfamiliar face, but Daenerys hand snapped upward for them to stand down as she stepped deeper into the room. It was smaller then the other throne rooms she'd seen and mostly vacant, albeit the woman who stood in front of the throne.

The ones who'd been gone for so very long

She couldn't remember their names

They spun her around on the damp old stones

Spun away all her sorrow and pain

She had hair much shorter then her own, fashioned in a loose crown braid that accentuated the soft shape of her face. Her gown was deep red and black, cut low at the chest with sleeves that flared out just above the wrists with an accompanying black choker that sat high upon her collarbone. She looked every bit the part of a high-born woman from House Targaryen.

That didn't even begin to cover the dagger at her hip with the dragon hilt and ruby eyes.

"I never thought I'd miss the voice of one person so dearly." Tyrion said, causing Rhaella to freeze as she slowly turned around to face the newcomers. "Sweet, sweet Princess Targaryen." He breathed a sigh of relief. "I missed you."

Astonished blue eyes swept over the form of her sister as Daenerys stepped into the light. Nevermind the fact she was standing in her place of birth built by Aegon the Conqueror. Her entire life had been story after story about Rhaegar and Rhaella, the beloved Prince and Princess of Westeros. How her sister was one of the most beautiful women in the Seven Kingdoms and was never given the opportunity to be cherished by a husband because of her infertility. How Rhaegar had allowed love to cloud his duty and a war was started over Lyanna Stark. Story after story after story.

When their eyes met, Daenerys realized it was no longer a dream. It was real, she was real, and the future was just about to begin.

"I've heard all about you." When the Unsullied stepped forward, Rhaella snapped something in High Valyrian and it took every ounce of her self control to not gape at how fluent she was in a dead language. "Daenerys Stormborn, First of Her Name, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons. Do I really have to go through all your titles too? That's too much work for me."

"No," She replied. "As long as you tell me all of yours. I'm such it's much less rigorous."

Rhaella rubbed her hands together and smiled. "We can do titles later. Before I greet you like a Queen should be greeted," She stepped away from the throne and slowly crossed the room to approach Missandei and Greyworm. "Tell me who your friends are, besides the Lannister. I don't always have the opportunity to practice my High Valryian."

"This is Missandei, my most trusted friend. She was one of the slaves I purchased and easily became one of my most trusted counsel." Daenerys said. "She speaks many, many languages. The man beside her is Greyworm, the Captain of my Unsullied. I'm sure you already know Lord Varys, and my Hand.. Tyrion Lannister."

Rhaella's eyes widened. "Tyrion is your Hand?"

The youngest Lannister snorted. "Don't act so surprised, Rhaella."

Rhaella turned her attention to the two strangers and said, "Issa iā pleasure naejot rhaenagon ao. Nyke jurnegon naejot naejot hearing skoros ao contribute naejot ñuha mandia's ondor ōregon." Missandei grinned proudly and murmured her own greeting to the elder Targaryen before slipping away with Greyworm, who also greeted her in a stoic manner she was not used to.

The small group was lead to the map room after Rhaella urged the sisters into the kitchens to begin preparing their evening meal. Rhaella had been working to remove every essence of Stannis Baratheon from the Keep since she'd arrived, but the only place she had not bothered entering was the map room. She was skilled in many things, but strategy was not one of them.

She watched as Daenerys crossed the room, dragging her fingers over the valleys and mountains that lined the map table and signified specific occupied parts of Westeros. Rhaella stood on the southern end, hands wrapped around a carved lion, as the two sisters eyed one another. Tyrion had only ever seen so much similarity in Jaime and Cersei, and that alone had made them a formidable foe in the inevitable War of the Two Queens.

The future was coming at the hands of two dragons who were more then ready for the world to remember who they were.

"Shall we begin?"

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Valryian words:

"It is a pleasure to meet you. I look forward to hearing what you have to contribute to my sister's reign."