Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen, red "Please," she asked with a hesitant voice, one that trembled under the weight of what her question entailed. "Read it again, ser. Louder this time." "Yes, Your Grace." Ser Jorah cleared his throat, looking about the room of his queen's counselors before letting his eyes rest upon the paper once more. Even he failed to grasp what the underlying meaning of the message had meant, and he visibly struggled to open his mouth in fear of Daenerys making a sudden decision, but Jorah Mormont was never one to refuse his queen. He held the paper delicately in his hands, clearing his throat, and finally opening his mouth to speak at her command. "To the Queen Across the Sea and whomever it may concern, Westeros is caught in the devastating grips of war. Robert Baratheon, the man who stole your father's throne, has perished, leaving Queen Cersei's bastard son conceived of incest to sit atop the Targaryen's chair. Many people from various Houses have tried to manipulate their way into the Lannister agenda by marriages, betrayals, and every manner of sins imaginable. They have taken my family, taken my lands, taken all that the North holds dear to their hearts. It is for this reason and this alone that I reach out to you. By the time this message falls into your hands, many more devastating crimes and sufferages will have occurred. I do not ask for your trust. I do not ask for your armies nor do I ask for you to bend the knee. I simply ask that though our Houses were once deep in the tides of war, that we might forget the past and save our country from the stronghold of terror in which it is now trapped. Should you agree to sail across the Narrow Sea, my ally Wylis Manderly will meet you in Braavos with a fleet of ships, enough to carry you and your men across safely, and escort you to my current location. I have no claims to the South, and you have my word that I will work to assure you crowned at King's Landing as long as the North remains to me and my people. I trust you to make a quick reply, as there is no time to lose. Yours, Robb Stark, the King in the North." A few members of her counsel shifted nervously, while the others remained quite still. The room was filled with silence that was almost unbearable, and after a moment Daenerys cleared her throat to speak, if only to end the nothingness that flooded her ears. "Ser Jorah," she stated. "What do you have to tell me about Robb Stark?" "I don't know, Your Grace. I never met him. But if he is anything like his father, he is an honest and just man who will not turn back on his word." Home, she thought. I could go home. She gave a longing glance out the window towards the three blots in the sky where her dragons were flying, admiring how large they had grown in the few years it had been since they hatched. There was no doubt that they were ready to conquer, ready to retake what belonged to their mother with fire and blood. Dany felt goosebumps raise on her arms at the thought. "But his father rode against mine," she stated bitterly. "The Starks supported the Usurper, the man who slew my brother along the Trident. How can I ensure that he won't intend the same for me? Why should I give a traitor my trust?" "Forgive me Your Grace, may I speak?" Ser Barristan stepped forward graciously, and Dany nodded. "The Starks were friends of Robert Baratheon, it's true, but the Lannisters are the real enemy. By the sound of his letter and in knowing the integrity that Eddard Stark once had shown before his execution, I believe that everything he states in his words to be true. If he is false, however, we will conquer Westeros and take care of him when the time comes. You are more than ready. We are more than ready. And if you are hesitant to trust a traitor, might I ask why it is that you trust me?" "You saved my life," Dany argued. "Yes. And Robb Stark is offering to do the same." Ser Barristan let out a simple sigh and looked upon Dany with both pity and admiration, a look she had always disdained. "Stay here in Meereen and we are all doomed, Your Grace. Forgive me. It is simply the truth." His words stung. The reality of the situation in Meereen had been growing more and more unbearable with each passing day, with each moment that another Unsullied was slain at the hands of the Harpy's Sons. As much as she hated to admit it, the words of her counselors were sound, and she knew that ignoring them this time would only lead her deeper into the pit of no return. "I suppose we have our answer, then." She folded her arms and looked out to her dragons once more. "We will fight with Robb Stark, and should he fail us, we will set him aside and take what is ours. Have the messenger who brought this letter fed and washed, give him a hot meal and a good night's rest, for he will need to travel quickly to Robb Stark if the message is to reach him in time. Write a reply stating that we will need at least thirty ships by the end of the moon's turn, his assurance that no harm will come to us, and our promise that if he should go back on his word my dragons will see he is dealt with accordingly." To war, Dany thought as a smile crept on her face. I'm finally going home.