We Bleed Silver(GOT/ASOIAF Fanfic)

The negotiations went smoothly, and the soldiers Draezell brought had no need to intervene. At least, no one said anything when the four dragons took flight.

As Draezell dismounted from Vermithor, he turned and saw Valar with a confused look on his face.

"Brother, what was the result of the negotiations?"

Draezell took the light wine offered by Sebastian and rinsed his mouth before answering. "An identity, a proof, and a few hostages." He placed the cup back into Sebastian's hands, continuing to explain to his younger brother, "Mother's bloodline serves as proof of our royal identity, allowing us to seamlessly integrate into the Westerosi noble system and making our claim to the dragons more legitimate." He paused and looked up at the giant dragons in the sky. "After all, it's the Targaryens who have ruled this place for over a century."

Vermithor and Silverwing circled lazily above the fleet.

Draezell refocused his gaze and continued, "The Dorne frontier is a very special place in Westeros. According to the information provided by Visari and Evens, this land is situated at the foot of the Red Mountains, encompassing the eastern frontier of the Stormlands and the western frontier of the Reach. The lords of these regions swear fealty to House Baratheon of Storm's End and House Tyrell of Highgarden. However, the nominal guardian of the frontier is House Tyrell." He reviewed the situation of the lands. "The title of Governor of the Frontier means that, after we establish our foothold, we will have the legal grounds to integrate the entire frontier."

Seeing his brother still looking puzzled, Draezell further explained, "We've accepted the gods reward. Establishing a foothold in Westeros and setting the stage for the Song of Ice and Fire is already a certainty, so we must consider how to maximize our benefits and play a larger role in the gods game."

"And the right to conquer Dorne," Draezell said, bringing up the topic that interested him most. "King Aegon I once tried to conquer Dorne, but his brutal methods only united the Dornish, and in the end, he failed. Despite its small size and population, Dorne is rich in gold and copper iron, and its people are fierce warriors—an excellent source of soldiers and a stronghold."

"So, we're going to conquer this place called Dorne?" Valar asked, suddenly excited.

"Not so fast," Draezell replied, patting his brother on the shoulder. "The priority right now is to settle the family."

"And what about the squires?" Valar asked again.

"Aside from the North, all of Westeros follows the Andal belief in the Seven, inheriting Andal culture, with knightly traditions originating from there. Knights who swear to fight for the gods and their lords need more than armor and horses—they require the service of squires. Lowborn knights either have no squires or ones of common birth, but the squires of noble knights are usually of noble birth as well. Nobleborn boys see becoming a squire as a crucial step toward becoming a knight." Draezell recalled some of the intelligence they had gathered. "Princess Rhaenyra's sons, though their bloodlines are questioned, do have some courage. They came to us as hostages voluntarily, hehe."

"And what about us?" Valar asked, still confused.

"Treat them like younger brothers," Draezell said. "After all, considering the current line of succession, Prince Daemon has effectively sent the future heir and the future lord of Dragonstone to us. And his eldest son—well, quite generous. Valar, gather everyone. We need to discuss our next steps."

Dragonstone.

Prince Jacaerys stood alone outside his mother's bedroom, seemingly just having had a heated argument with her.

It wasn't just seemingly. Princess Rhaenyra had been furious with Jacaerys for willingly throwing himself into the role of a bargaining chip. If she weren't pregnant, she would have probably beaten the young prince.

Though she quickly sorted through the situation, understanding her son's actions, a certain unnamed anger still simmered in her heart, the anger of a mother realizing her son was not following her advice.

"Come in," Rhaenyra finally managed to compose herself and called the son she had just kicked out.

Jacaerys cautiously pushed the door open. On the bed, Rhaenyra, with her large belly, shot him a glare.

"Next time, discuss this with me first," she said, her tone not entirely friendly.

However, Jacaerys smiled, for his mother's words meant that she had forgiven his rash decision.

Seeing her son's face light up, Rhaenyra couldn't help but smile herself. After all, a mother worries about her child, but if the child is truly capable, the mother can also feel proud, even if the child doesn't always listen.

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Unlike the brief warmth on Dragonstone, aboard a ship on the Narrow Sea, the atmosphere was tense.

A tall girl clad in bronze-scaled armor held a massive sword, pale as milky glass, glaring fiercely at the captain, who was slumped on the ground.

The girl was young, with faint golden hair flowing loosely down her back. Her bright violet eyes seemed to glow under the sun's rays. Behind her stood another girl in a tight suit of armor and a boy holding a wooden stick. The boy still bore the marks of being tied up.

"Miss, let's talk. Let's talk!" The captain looked in terror at the two bloody heads that had rolled to his side.

"Why did you raise the price halfway through the journey? Why did you kidnap Alan during the night and sneak into Diana and my room?"

The female warrior stomped her foot between the captain's legs, causing him to jump in fright.

"Miss, let's talk. This is just a misunderstanding. I'm willing to pay for the passage for you and these two. Can we—"

"Shut up. I want one reason."

Diana Tarly, standing behind the warrior, sighed inwardly. Truly, the gods were playing tricks. The Tarly family from Horn Hill and the Dayne family from Starfall were now on the same side. It was hard to believe, given that historically, the Tarlys and Daynes, with neighboring territories, had been sworn enemies, often clashing in brutal skirmishes.

However, the Dayne family, unlike the shameless Dornish lords from the Eastern Reach, had always fought for their own cause. Despite their numerous battles over the years, their conflicts mostly remained confined to the battlefield. In times of peace, there had even been instances of shared hunting trips and jousts.

Yet now, it was unheard of to rely on a Dayne woman for protection.

"Enough talk. Pay up, and stay. You won't leave our sight until we reach Pentos."

"Alright, alright." The captain was nearly in tears. "Can you take your sword and foot off me?"

"Shut up!"

"Captain! It's bad!" A sailor rushed into the cabin, only to stumble in shock at the sight before him.

"Speak quickly!" The female warrior shot the sailor a glare.

"Yes, yes..." The sailor hadn't finished speaking when the door to the cabin was suddenly flung open by soldiers wearing light leather armor and carrying spears.

"The Velaryon fleet suspects you are pirates from the Triarchs' alliance." The soldier scanned the cabin impassively. "We need to verify your identities."

"Obara Dayne," the female warrior called out loudly.

"I am the true master of Dawn."