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Evening Ride- Hizdahr zo Loraq x OC

Hizdahr zo Loraq x Kiyara Tallhart

Description: Hizdahr takes Kiyara on a secret adventure. 

Word count: 1.9k

“The nerve of those Masters!” Daenerys all but yelled for what felt like the fiftieth time. Kiyara, Hizdahr and Daario had just returned from Yunkai, where they had to give the Wise Masters a choice of freeing their slaves or dying with the others who didn’t do as she said. The trio had been telling her what happened and Daario, still pretty annoyed at the Wise Masters, let it slip that they attempted to bring Kiyara into the deal. Kiyara, being a close friend to Daenerys, had to further explain that they’d also subtly insulted her at least twice during their stay. This was the result of that exposition. 

“My Queen, it’s really-”

“It isn’t though!” The woman cut Kiyara off firmly, setting her goblet down a little harder than she originally meant to. That made Kiyara flinch and she sighed softly. 

“It’s over and done with,” she attempted to brush off. “I’m over it, really,” she added when her friend shot her an incredulous look. “I had Daario and Hiz- erm, and Ser Loraq there to protect me.” 

“She didn’t need much though,” Hizdahr added after taking a sip from his own goblet. “The Masters almost weren’t a match for Lady Kiyara’s silvertongue. She could handle her own, if she was an ambassador then she would have been just fine on her own.” Daario couldn’t help but grin. That was something they could finally agree on. Daenerys looked a bit comforted by that, but she continued her rant. 

“Either way, the fact that they even made an attempt at her is absolutely ridiculous. All slavemasters are nothing more than idiotic cowards who think they can take what they want because they have what they believe to be power,” she paused when Hizdahr shot her a pointed look. “Well you are no longer a slavemaster, are you?” The man pursed his lips then shrugged. 

“I guess that’s true.” 

“I should have known from the minute I met Razdal mo Eraz that he would be an enemy, a rather difficult one at that,” Daenerys continued, though Kiyara chose to ignore it as she continued to eat. Honestly, she wished dinner would be over already so she could go to her room quicker. What happened in Yunkai upset her more than she let on, and Daenerys choosing to talk further about it wasn’t helping her case. Hizdahr seemed to notice her silence at the subject and instead moved the conversation a bit.

“Your Grace, I really do believe you should at least consider the Wise Masters’ deal,” he mentioned, not missing the girl’s subtle grateful smile before she looked at the queen. 

“It is more than fair with what they’re willing to give to you,” she added. “They’re prepared to give you practically all of their power over Slaver’s Bay, they should at least be compensated. Besides, it will be free men fighting in the pits.” 

“It doesn’t matter what kind of men are there,” Daenerys stated, folding her hands on the table. “I do not want any more men needlessly killing each other for others’ amusement.”

“You do understand that there will still be people starting underground fighting pits, right?” Kiyara questioned softly. “It’s been an important part of their culture for generations, I don’t know how easy it would be to make them suddenly stop.”

“They did just fine in Meereen,” the queen insisted. 

“Yet we’re still finding insurgents making secret fighting pits,” the girl shot back. “I think it would be wise to let them move from slaves to free men, then we dwindle them down and close more fighting pits until there are none left. That way they won’t even realize that the source of their morbid entertainment is gone until it’s too late. There won’t be an outrage from the people.” 

“Kiyara, while I do appreciate your advice and I hold you to one of the highest regards, I would like to remind you that you are not queen, and it is not your final decision,” the woman stated softly yet still somehow firmly. That made the girl’s gaze fall to the table once more. 

“Yes ma’am,” she muttered. Hizdahr wished he never said anything, he’d come to realize he absolutely hated Kiyara looking upset. 

“I believe I’m going to retire to my room for the evening,” she informed the others, though she was looking at Daenerys. “As long as I’m needed no more.” The woman shot her a patient smile. 

“Of course,” she responded earnestly. “It’s been a long few days for all of us. Goodnight Kiyara.” The girl in question nodded and stood, curtsying. 

“Goodnight, My Queen,” she paused and looked around. “You as well Daario and Ser Loraq, may the rest of your night bring you peace.” Subtly, her eyes glanced at the man beside her, trying to see if he noticed what she said. Though miniscule, she caught sight of him nodding, and a small smile graced her face. 

“You too, Lady Kiyara,” he responded, which sealed the deal for her. Daario said something along the lines of goodnight, and with one last nod, Kiyara began making her way to her chambers. She couldn’t be happier for later. 

Ever since she and Hizdahr admitted their feelings for each other on the ride home from Yunkai, they’d had a hard time attempting to keep their relationship at bay. They couldn’t do anything if they knew that someone was nearby, or even if they weren’t. So, they resorted to seeing each other in the dead of night and spending time with each other. Sometimes they’d go outside away from the Great Pyramid, or sometimes they’d go to one of the many empty cells in the catacombs and spend as much time as they could together. Kiyara was always hesitant to go down there though as she knew that Daenerys’ dragons were down there, but she would get over it for a chance to see Hizdahr again. 

They had come up with something similar to a code, if you could even call it that. When Kiyara wanted to see Hizdahr after dark, she would say something about peace. It didn’t matter what she said, as long as the word ‘peace’ was in it, Hizdahr knew what to do. When Hizdahr was the one to request a late night visit, he would mention the word ‘dream.’ It was a simple system, but they didn’t care as long as they continued to see each other. 

That night, once the clock struck 1:00, Kiyara was dressed in a casual evening gown awaiting the shift change of the Unsullied. Footsteps were heard walking past her chamber door, and she held her breath until she heard them turn the corner. Releasing her breath, she opened the door as quietly as she could and tiptoed out, making sure to hear approaching footsteps. Usually they met outside near the west side of the castle so that they wouldn’t have to whisper, and that’s where she went. 

Hizdahr was already outside awaiting her. Once she reached him, he pressed a finger to his lips then pointed up. Kiyara followed his gaze and saw Daario talking with Daenerys about something neither of them could hear. She didn’t have much time to process it before she was led away by her lover. He walked her to the stables where a horse was already prepared for them, and Kiyara wondered how long he had been waiting for her. Both of them were silent as Hizdahr helped her onto the horse. After he climbed on as well, the man grabbed the reins and clicked them once. 

The horse, affectionately named Calrin, trotted quietly until the couple was out of sight and hearing distance of the pyramid, then Hizdahr clicked twice more, which made the horse break into a run. Kiyara couldn’t help but laugh as she felt her hair blow back and her arms wrapped around his waist tighter. She felt his chest rumble as he laughed at her reaction and he shook his head. 

After just ten minutes of riding, they arrived at Hizdahr’s choice of venue for their little date. They were at one of the biggest fighting pits in Meereen. Kiyara’s eyes widened and her stomach fell at the sight of it. It was empty, of course. With the streets crawling with Unsullied soldiers, no one would dare to go against the queen’s orders and use the fighting pit out in the open. She didn’t know whether it was better or worse that it was desolate, it creeped her out either way. She had no time to ponder it before Hizdahr jumped off the horse. 

“Come on, I’ll catch you,” he muttered, holding out his arms. Kiyara was hesitant at first, but after Hizdahr lifted his arms a little bit more, she finally slid off the horse and landed in his arms. 

“Hizdahr, what are we doing here?” She asked anxiously as she looked around. “If we’re caught here, who knows what will happen.” The man offered her a calming smile then began leading her to the guest of honor’s booth. 

“We’ll be fine, my star,” he responded soothingly. “No Unsullied guards should be here, especially this time of night.” 

“Maybe so, but why go here when there are other secluded places we could go to?” She inquired, sitting down in the main seat of the booth, Hizdahr taking a seat right beside her. He shrugged, noticing her discomfort yet again. 

“What is it?” He inquired softly, taking her hand in his. “If something is bothering you, then I want to know what I can do.” Kiyara sighed softly, eyes glancing over the empty pit. A chill shot up her spine when she noticed some leftover blood at the fighter’s entrance from the last fight. 

“It feels unsettling to be here,” she responded after a minute. “It’s so desolate and still, and it’s creepy knowing what’s happened here. I don’t like it.” 

“It’s tradition Kiyara,” he pointed out. “It was, at least.” 

“Men regularly losing their lives for others’ entertainment seems like a very gruesome tradition. Forgive my rudeness, but it’s an awful thing to do, to condition people to think that things such as this are normal.”

“Traditions here are far more different from where you’re from,” Hizdahr shot back, becoming defensive about her words. It looked like he wanted to say something else, but instead he relaxed his shoulders and offered her a small smile. 

“We don’t have much time before we have to return to the pyramid, I don’t want to spend that time arguing when I could just enjoy being in your presence.” The girl sighed, then nodded. He was right after all, in just an hour or so they’d have to return so no one knew they were gone. 

“Okay, you’re right,” she muttered, resting her head on his shoulder. 

“I know,” Hizdahr half joked, letting go of her hand to wrap an arm around her. The girl rolled her eyes playfully and shook her head before looking up at the sky. 

“Auriga is shining especially bright tonight,” she commented absentmindedly. The man beside her glanced at her. 

“You know constellations?” He questioned, attempting to suppress most of his surprise. 

“My parents taught me at a young age,” she explained, looking at him as well. “My mother loved to stare at the stars at night.”

“Well, let’s test your knowledge, shall we?” He inquired, beginning to point out the different stars above, to which Kiyara spent the rest of their time naming without hesitation between giggles. They may not agree on everything, but they were still happy with each other. 

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Born in Flames || Game of Thrones

OC x ?😏

-> Chapter XIX ''A dance''

Chapter XX ''A necklace and a clasp''

She was hoping for a quiet morning right after Daario left. She told him that she would like him to go with the Second Sons to Yunkai and retake the city from the Masters. Then she thought she would have time for herself, she didn't tie her hair up, she just put on a red dress.

She liked this color, perhaps because she could never wear it. Although at the same time she often dressed in white, which surprisingly matched her silver hair and fair skin. Besides, she also looked good in blue and light pink, but she didn't want to see these colors on her, they only reminded her of being under the rule of the Lannisters.

Coming back, the morning was quiet until she heard someone enter her room. She stepped down from the balcony and back to the table where the maps were spread out, and met Arthur's eyes.

"I didn't expect you so early, ser."  she admitted, sitting on a chair at the table.

For a moment he wondered whether to comment on who he bumped into at the door. He would have bitten his tongue if they knew this boy better, but they didn't.

"Some people managed to beat me to it anyway."

"I take it you don't approve of this?" she asked, but she didn't seem offended in any way. She rather understood his lack of confidence in this relationship, but that didn't mean she was going to listen to any advice.

"I just don't understand how you can trust him."

"He would have killed me a long time ago if he wanted to. I don't have to trust him to know he won't hurt me." she pointed out, looking at the place where the flowers stood in the vase. "Anyway..." she cleared her throat. "I sent Daario and the Second Sons to Yunkai to retake the city."

"I'm afraid that as soon as they leave the city, Masters will capture it again. It's a vicious circle."

"That's why I told him to tell them that if they rise up against me again, they all will lose their heads. And Hizdahr zo Loraq - as my ambassador - will tell them that I was also kind in Meereen and the city and the Masters do not suffer at all due to the lack of slavery." she explained slowly, in a confident voice. "They get one last chance. It's none of my business whether they use it or not."

"It looks like you're starting to find your way to rule."

He smiled at her gently. For a brief moment, he feared that perhaps she had already ordered the execution of each of them, and then she would be no better than them. He also knew that the world was brutal and that many people - like Tywin Lannister - would do just that, but it was the easiest way to make dozens of enemies.

Some enjoyed ruling through fear, but in the end they always ended up like their defeated enemies. There will always be someone who eventually will make you pay for your crimes. Even someone like Tywin Lannister.

"I'm trying to be just." she smiled back. She rose from her chair and gazed on the map, focusing on Essos. "When the situation calms down, we also have to go to Volantis and Lys, slavery is still common there. If I want it to never come back, I have to get rid of it everywhere." she emphasized the last word. "And then to Westeros..."

"Are you afraid of this?" he asked, sensing the uncertainty in her voice when she mentioned returning to Westeros.

"I lived there for seventeen years, and yet I don't know much about these lands, I haven't seen most of the country I want to rule in the future." she sighed quietly. "I'm afraid this fight won't be that easy, no matter how big army I gather. Tywin would rather kill himself than bend the knee to me. My escape humiliated him."

"The old lion isn't so scary in the eyes of the Lords of Westeros anymore, that's only a plus. Dorne will surely support you, for your mother was their princess."

She had no doubts about that, in fact she imagined that uncle Oberyn must be proud of her. He certainly didn't expect that such a future awaited her...

"And others?" she replied with a question. |There's still no peace there. Stannis has already attacked the capital and is as proud as Tywin, he will not bend the knee, especially before a woman. The Lords may support him for this reason... Unless they change their minds when they see dragons, although I wouldn't want to rule just because people are scared of them."

"But on the other hand, they are a great advantage, especially if the enemy had a numerical advantage."

"I can't control them." she admitted, shifting her gaze from the map to him. "Recently they killed a whole herd of goats, I'm afraid of what will happen next. In addition, no one knows where Drogon and Maelia are, they flew away and were never heard from again."

"They will be found." he wished he could give her some advice, but he had nothing to say on the matter.

Visenya only nodded and for a long moment there was silence between them, which only she decided to break.

"There is also a listening to people problems today... How many of them are already waiting at the entrance?" she asked a question, although she probably didn't want to know the answer...

"Three hundred and fifty-six, Your Grace."

She nodded. Even more than yesterday... The sooner it starts, the better. But she dreads to think how many people will gather if she is forced to listen at most twice a week due to the workload, since from day to day there are three hundred and fifty-six of them...

No, I don't want to think about it.

* * *

The days passed quite pleasantly, she even got used to long hours of sitting with her back straight. This was the first time since her time in Westeros that she had worn dresses for an extended period of time. When traveling constantly, pants were much more practical and she even liked wearing them and high boots. She still dressed like that sometimes. Although it was the dresses that added royalty to her image. Women in Meereen tried to follow her fashion and she liked the fact that she was a role model.

It was now a lovely, sunny morning, and although her thoughts were on other things, she was talking to Missandei about Grey Worm, who was watching her as she washed her clothes.

"Was he spying on you?" Vis asked bluntly, braiding some of Missandei's hair. At least it took her mind off the dream, or more precisely, the rest of it.

"No, he wasn't spying, but..." she paused, looking for the right word. "He was just watching."

"Are you sure? I thought the Unsullied weren't interested in what was hidden under our clothes, after all..." she didn't say it, but they both knew what she meant.

"He was interested. I think so." she said it so confidently that Visenya didn't dare question it. But... Why would he be interested in this?

She couldn't help but ask:

"Do they cut everything off during castration? You know..." she paused for a moment, wondering how to put it so as not to say it directly. "The pillar and the stones, or just one of the two?" she asked gently, feeling awkward at that moment.

"I don't know." she admitted after a short moment of silence.

"Haven't you ever thought about it?" this question hung in the air, Vis wondered for a moment whether she had scared Missandei, but then she heard her voice.

"I have."

They didn't say another word on the subject, and Visenya finished tying her hair. In fact, she now began to wonder whether the Unsullied were fully castrated or only partially... Besides, a dream that she couldn't understand - even though she wanted to - was still going through her head.

She needed to think about something else, so she started another topic, even though she had already finished her work.

"Can we have another dothraki lesson today? I think I've finally found the right tone of voice for this language." she sat down next to Missandei on a long stool and smiled gently. She saw that her friend was also relieved that they had changed the subject.

"Of course... And indeed, your Dothraki is slowly starting to sound good." Vis rolled her eyes at the fact that the tongue in her mouth was just starting to sound like it should. She had to admit that Missandei was right, it's not an easy language to learn, especially with it's pronunciation. "Where's your necklace?" she asked unexpectedly, looking at Visenya's cleavage.

"I can't find it since this morning..." she began, rising from the stool to go to the dressing table, "...but I have this." she took in her hand a beautiful, silver clasp that probably used to keep someone's coat in place until now. "You'll probably think I'm crazy, but... It was a dream. Different from the ones I usually have. This one can't be the one that come true."

* * *

He couldn't say he felt better - mentally speaking - but at least he could keep himself occupied, take his mind off the constant self-blame and mourning. And if he had to die when the Wildlings attacked Castle Black, then it was supposed to be that way, although surprisingly he doubted it would happen.

Robb was sitting with Sam and Maester Aemon in the library, where Sam was reading about some horrors he didn't even want to hear about.His thoughts wandered as he twirled the silver necklace between his fingers under the table, necklace, he had in his hands when he woke up.

But he couldn't find his clasp anywhere. Anyhere. Sink like a stone.

He remembered this necklace from today's dream. The silver-haired girl he was dancing with was wearing it. He didn't know why he was dreaming such things now, when he was mourning his wife. He believed that love would never set his heart on fire again, unless it was love for his family. He promised himself that he wouldn't replace Talisa with any other woman, but those purple eyes wandered through his thoughts even now.

That an ordinary dream can be so confusing...

Ordinary? It is really ordinary? Never had any dream been so real to him. Everything was clear in his memory, he could have sworn he even remembered what flowers she smelled like... Her body felt good in his hands as he led her through the dance, his eyes never leaving hers. For that brief moment, he felt his heart reaching out to her, how she made it come alive again.

And then he scolded himself for even having such a thought cross his mind.

"Love is the death of duty." he woke up from his thoughts just as the Maester spoke these words. "I told that your friend Jon once. He didn't listen, and neither did you."

He may have said it to Sam, but it really suited him too... It's a pity that in his case, his decision resulted in the death of hundreds, if not thousands.

He tuned out again for a moment, trying to make sense of the silver necklace, but the decorative pendant reminded him of nothing, pointed to nothing. He couldn't explain it, but he had a feeling he would meet this woman someday. That's why he was convinced that he wouldn't die now. Although the idea of ​​such a meeting was not pleasant for him at all.

He didn't want comfort, he didn't want to look at a beautiful face that would only remind him of his lost family. If he should do anything in life now, it would be to take the North back from the Boltons, but he has no idea for that yet.

His attitude, however, does not indicate that he intends to get rid of this necklace that somehow ended up in his hands... On the contrary, he will wait, perhaps he will give it back to its owner one day.

And then he will be able to forget about her forever.

"We could tell stories of lost love until morning. Nothing brings back memories like the specter of inevitable death." he didn't even realize when Maester Aemon finished his monologue, because he only half-listened to it and it didn't lift his spirits at all. "Go to sleep." with that, he extinguished the candle and slowly left the room, leaving them alone in the darkness in the library.

"Is it possible to love again?" at first he didn't want to say anything, but then he spoke, catching the attention of Sam, who was about to leave.

There was silence for a moment while young Tarly considered his answer, especially since he had already learned Robb's story.

"Why not?" he finally replied, surprisingly even with a hint of optimism in his voice. "In love, you care most about the other person's happiness, so when someone dies... At least I think so... he wouldn't want his loved one to suffer until the end of his days."

"Wouldn't that be treason?" he finally looked up from the necklace and moved his gaze to Samwell.

Unfortunately, he didn't know how to answer that.

~

-> Chapter XXI ''Gentle heart'' -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

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Slaver’s Bay Part 2: Dragon’s Bay- Hizdahr zo Loraq x OC

Hizdahr zo Loraq x Kiyara Tallhart

Description: Now that they’re the Duke and Duchess of Slaver’s Bay, Hizdahr and Kiyara begin making changes to the bay that would make everyone happy.

Word Count: 2.2k

Kiyara had a heavy heart when she told the town of Gylladhor that they had to leave for Meereen again. She didn’t want to leave, but they weren’t a part of Slaver’s Bay, so she and Hizdahr were forced to go. Hizdahr was aware of her feelings about leaving, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. Kiyara had already said yes, there was no going back on one’s word to the King.

When they arrived in Meereen, Tyrion was there to greet them along with Jorah Mormont, who was willing to be a part of their small council. After catching the new Duke and Duchess up on what’s been happening, Tyrion bid his farewell and made his way back to King’s Landing. Meanwhile, the small council held a meeting.

“What do you want us to do first, your Graces?” Jorah questioned Hizdahr and Kiyara. For a brief moment, no one knew what to say. There was so much work to be done and it felt like they had so little time. Finally, Kiyara was the one to answer.

“Fetch for us Razdal mo Eraz of the House of Eraz, Yezzan zo Qaggaz of the House of Qaggaz and Paezhar zo Myraq of the House of Myraq. Tell them to bring Daario Naharis as well. We have business to discuss with them,” she instructed. Jorah nodded and, with a bow, he and the others walked out. That left only Kiyara and Hizdahr as well as a few Second Sons guards in the council room.

“Daario Naharis?” Hizdahr questioned confusedly, looking at his wife. “What use is he to us?” Kiyara suppressed a grin. After all that happened between Daario and Hizdahr, a bad taste was left in the latter’s mouth. He still had a bit of bad blood towards the former captain of the guards that never really had closure before Daenerys died.

“The last thing I want is for us to begin our rule with enemies,” she explained. “Even if they are minuscule, I don’t want any bad blood with anyone. Everyone deserves a second chance.” Hizdahr didn’t look too pleased about it, but he finally nodded.

“Very well, if you truly think it’s a wise choice,” he trailed off.

“I do,” she responded without hesitation, ignoring her husband’s unsure stare on the side of her head.

The Wise Masters arrived two days later. Hizdahr and Kiyara were in the throne room discussing matters with their small council when their announcer walked in. He waited until they noticed him and ceased conversation before speaking.

“Announcing the arrival of the noble Razdal mo Eraz, the noble Yezzan zo Qaggaz and the noble Paezhar zo Myraq, all here under orders of the Duke and Duchess,” he announced. That made Kiyara perk up in her seat.

“Send them in please,” she instructed, resting her hands in her lap. The servant nodded and bowed before walking out. Just a minute later the masters walked in with their heads high. No one said anything until they reached the bottom of the throne’s platform, where the masters bowed in unison. Once they stood, Razdal was the first to speak.

“How wonderful to see you again, Your Majesties,” he greeted politely. “We offer our condolences in the wake of Queen Daenerys’ death. It was sudden and sad to all of us.” Kiyara knew that he was lying, he and the former queen had never gotten along. She wouldn’t mention it though, it was the past.

“Thank you, Ser Eraz,” she responded appreciatively. “But that’s not why we called you here.”

“Oh?” The man questioned, raising an eyebrow curiously. “Pray tell, why are we here?”

“Second chances,” she started, standing up while everyone watched. The masters shared a confused glance before facing Kiyara once more.

“I’m afraid we don’t understand,” Yezzan responded, which made her look at him.

“Things turned rather sour last time we saw each other. Four years ago you offered us a good deal: freed slaves as long as the fighting pits are reopened. But Queen Daenerys was too blind in her search for power to take it. Of course the slaves were still freed and the fighting pits were reopened, but we can all see how that ended,” she paused, harkening back to the day that the Sons of Harpy attacked the fighting pit and almost killed Hizdahr. The man in question seemed to sense her train of thought because he took her hand, effectively pulling her out of her own thoughts. She cleared her throat then looked at the masters once more.

“It was because of that that all of Slaver’s Bay was in unrest for almost a year afterwards. Despite the queen’s work, slavery still prevails in the bay. Now that I am Duchess, I want to retry it in a way that makes everyone happy. Even though I’m aware that there are no more Sons, I prefer not to take any chances, so I have a proposal.” The men nodded in understanding.

“Go on,” Razdal spoke slowly.

“Here’s what I propose: we go along with Queen Daenerys’ emancipation plan. All of Slaver’s Bay will be governed by a council of freed slaves and former masters. You will submit your important decisions to us for authorization, and this time I’m willing to let you have servants.”

“What’s the difference between servants and slaves?” Paezhar questioned.

“Slaves are unpaid and don’t get days off. Servants are paid, are allowed days off and are allowed to quit and find other work,” she explained patiently.

“It seems like quite a bit of benefits for you,” Yezzan pointed out. “What do we get out of this? You’re not going to threaten to kill us like Queen Daenerys, are you?” Hizdahr almost grinned at his attempt at sarcasm, but stopped himself as he also stood beside Kiyara.

“No, nothing like that. It’s the same as last time. In order to have your complete cooperation, We’re ordering all the fighting pits reopened to free men who enter the arena willingly. Not only that, but we are willing to compensate the money you lose with the slave trade no longer active in whatever way we can.” The men took a moment to look at each other before Kiyara continued to speak.

“I’m afraid circumstances have changed, and we don't have a lot of time to await an answer. We need one as soon as possible.” That made the men perk up and, with one last look to each other, they nodded.

“Very well. We agree to the terms, effective immediately,” Razdal responded, which made Kiyara smile.

“Wonderful,” Hizdahr spoke, mirroring his wife’s happiness. “We thank you for your cooperation.” The masters nodded then bowed, but just before they could walk out, the Duchess stopped them.

“I believe I asked you to bring someone with you for this meeting,” she added, looking around. “Where is Daario Naharis?”

“Ah, right,” Paezhar spoke, looking at one of his two guards. “Go retrieve Naharis from the carriage.” The guard nodded then walked out with the second guard.

“From what I hear, he was captured after the Sons of Harpy were vanquished in order to keep the peace,” Kiyara started. “I don’t believe he will be of any use to you now.” The man nodded, looking rather embarrassed about it.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” he muttered as the guards led Daario in, the man looking a little worse for wear. Upon noticing the couple, Daario perked up.

“Kiyara!” He exclaimed happily.

“That’s Her Majesty, Duchess Kiyara to you,” Paezhar warned him. Her new title seemed to surprise Daario, and he looked between the Wise Master and Kiyara with shock.

“Oh leave him alone Ser Myraq,” she responded amusedly. “He didn’t know better. Now, is there any more business you wish to discuss?” The masters thought for a moment before ultimately shaking their heads. “Then you are all excused. Thank you for your time.” The masters nodded then walked out one by one with their respective guards. Once they were out, a bright smile appeared on Kiyara’s face and she jogged down the steps to her old friend.

“Daario!” She exclaimed jovially, throwing her arms around the man. “Oh, how I missed you.” Daario couldn’t help but laugh as he returned the hug.

“You as well, Duchess Kiyara,” he enunciated teasingly. “When did that happen?” The girl’s smile turned bittersweet and her grip on him loosened a bit.

“After Daenerys’ death, the new King of Westeros, King Bran anointed us the Duke and Duchess of Slaver’s Bay for the time being,” she explained. Daario’s smile faltered at the mention of his old flame’s death.

“Yes, well I’m glad that he made the Duchess someone I trust,” he said earnestly. “So, what do you plan on doing with this power?”

“Do what Daenerys couldn’t do in a more sensible fashion,” Hizdahr responded before Kiyara, making his way down the steps to meet them. Daario raised his eyebrows at him, surprised by how his words had a sharp edge to them. The men had a small staredown, but couldn’t say anything before Kiyara rolled her eyes.

“I’m not about to rule with children by my side, I suggest you two talk over whatever bad blood you still have together before I force you to,” she all but snapped at them, which made both men look at her. She pulled away from Daario and gave them a pointed look.

“I expect both of you to at least be on decent terms by the end of tonight, understand?” She questioned, receiving a nod from both of them.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Daario muttered with a sigh.

“Hizdahr, won’t you show him to his room?” Kiyara inquired, looking at her husband with hopeful eyes. The man looked hesitant, but finally nodded and led Daario out.

Thankfully, they did exactly as she said. They later walked into the throne room talking and laughing with each other, which made Kiyara smile. Daario was later appointed the captain of the Second Sons again and took the role seriously.

A few days later, Kiyara went down to the catacombs of the pyramid. Hizdahr and Daario were right behind her, and a sense of deja vu filled the trio. This had been the first time any of them had been down there since Daenerys killed one of the Slavemasters and fed them to the dragons locked up down there, Rhaegal and Viserion. Daario held a torch up as they reached the dragons’ cells, illuminating the fearsome beasts.

“Are you sure about this?” Hizdahr questioned softly, looking at his wife. She didn’t spare a glance at him as she nodded.

“They deserve their freedom, just like Drogon,” she responded simply, facing Daario and holdin out her hand. “The keys, please.” Daario handed them to her dutifully and she thanked him before facing the cells, taking a slow step towards the dragons.

“Hey guys,” she called softly. “Do you remember me?” The dragons watched her cautiously before Rhaegal perked up, seemingly recognizing her. His reaction seemed to trigger Viserion’s recognition of her and he copied his brother’s movements. A small smile appeared on the girl’s face as they moved towards her eagerly. Behind her, she could hear Hizdahr and Daario move towards her. She was quick to hold up a hand to them.

“It’s okay, they won’t hurt me,” she said confidently, which made them stop. Once she was sure that they wouldn’t repeat themselves, she faced the dragons and stepped closer to the cells. Without a word, she unlocked the doors and opened them.

“Go, you’re free now,” she informed them. They tilted their heads at her, confused, but she only stepped to the side and gestured towards the doorway.

“Go!” That seemed to make them understand. The dragons ran out in unison, running up the stairs. Kiyara smiled excitedly and picked up the bottom of her dress to run after them. Hizdahr and Daario followed her, and they got to the front of the pyramid just in time to see the dragons take off, roaring happily. She watched them breathlessly, grinning even wider when her husband wrapped an arm around her and watching as the dragons continued to fly until they were out of sight.

The trio was surprised the next day when Rhaegal and Viserion returned, refusing to leave the girl alone. She was understandably surprised, but eventually realized that she was now seen as their mother since she freed them. To be honest, she was happy that they came back, they all saw each other as a good substitute to Daenerys. Soon enough, she was seen as the mother of dragons just as Daenerys had been.

Time went on and all of Slaver’s Bay, renamed to Dragon’s Bay, thrived. Hizdahr and Kiyara got used to being the Duke and Duchess of the bay and they were seen as wonderful rulers. The man was happy to see his wife prosper as royalty. She was a wonderful leader to the people, though she of course had her days. There were days where she missed Daenerys, or she missed being in Gylladhor. During those times, he was happy to step up and take care of her duties. He comforted her and reminded her that this was something that both Daenerys and the town wanted for her. That is what kept her going and made her continue to be a commendable leader. Well, that and Hizdahr, who was happy to be by her side, royalty or not. They were both happy and they made everyone happy, and that’s what mattered.

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Slaver’s Bay Part 1- Hizdahr zo Loraq x OC

Hizdahr zo Loraq x Kiyara Tallhart

Description: Kiyara and Hizdahr learn of Daenerys Targaryen’s death and are called forward by the new King for a surprising request.

Word Count: 2.1k

Kiyara knew that something was wrong the minute that Tyrion Lannister entered Gylladhor. They hadn’t had contact with him since the Sons of Harpy had been vanquished, why would he show up to a town he’d never been to out of nowhere. She had been out in town when he arrived, but she was in the bakery, so she hadn’t seen him until she returned home.

“I’m home darling,” she called softly, stepping inside her house with a basket full of bread and other food in her arms. When she got to the living room doorway, she froze.

“Lord Lannister,” she greeted, not hiding her surprise at the man’s presence. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” The man in question was sitting in one of the two armchairs talking to Hizdahr, who had been sitting on the couch. Upon seeing her, both men looked at her, and they stood in unison to greet her.

“Lady Kiyara, it’s wonderful to see you again,” Tyrion spoke formally.

“You as well,” she answered, curtsying when he bowed to her.

“You have a lovely home,” the man commented as Kiyara walked over to her husband. “It’s nice to see you two so happy.” She shot him an appreciative smile, though she was still nervous about his seemingly sudden appearance in their house.

“To what do we owe the pleasure of having you here, Lord Tyrion?” She repeated, resting her hand on her husband’s arm. Hizdahr pressed a kiss to the crown of her head in greeting and he offered her an unsure smile, which let her know that he didn’t know why the lord was there either. Tyrion didn’t say anything at first, instead gesturing for the couple to sit down. They obeyed then watched as he retook his seat in Hizdahr’s chair.

“There is no easy way to say this, my lady,” he started slowly, clasping his hands together and resting them in his lap. “But, shortly after Daenerys Targaryen discovered the Iron Throne in King’s Landing, she was killed by Jon Snow in order to prevent her from her reign as a mad queen.” Kiyara’s shoulders dropped as he spoke, and she could almost hear her heart break. Her jaw dropped a bit and her hand fell from Hizdahr’s arm.

“What?” She breathed out, not knowing what else to say. Tyrion offered her a sympathetic smile, but she couldn’t focus on it. The woman she saw as a friend was dead, killed in cold blood when she finally reached her goal. Of course, she was aware of the ex-Queen’s slow spiral into madness, it was all anyone could really talk about. But she knew that Daenerys still had good in her. Hell, she had let Kiyara and Hizdahr escape on her own dragon. Though she knew that her death was good for everyone else, it still hurt her to think about.

“With her dead, Jon Snow’s younger brother, Bran Stark, is now the King of Westeros,” Tyrion continued. “As the Hand of the King, it is my duty to inform you that the King requests your presence. There are certain matters he wishes to discuss with the two of you.” For a moment the two men watched Kiyara, trying to gauge what she was feeling.

“When do we leave?” She asked, attempting to keep her voice even.

“Whenever you two are ready,” the man responded simply. “I’m here to escort you to King’s Landing, though I should warn you that the trip will take two days. You must be prepared for that.” Kiyara nodded, though it looked as if she weren’t truly listening.

“We leave in the morning,” she said before standing rather abruptly. “You are more than welcome to stay here for the night. I’m going to lie down for a bit.” She didn’t allow either man to speak before she was walking to her bedroom. Just faintly, she could hear Hizdahr apologize for her abrupt departure, but Tyrion brushed it off.

Kiyara laid in bed until the sun set. She could smell Hizdahr making dinner, he’d learned to do a lot of cooking after they arrived in Gylladhor. If she was being honest, she was definitely thankful for that now because the last thing she wanted to do was stand there for 30+ minutes. At close to 7:00 a knock was heard on the bedroom before it opened.

“Kiyara, you must come eat,” Hizdahr muttered softly, receiving nothing in response. “My star, I know that you’re grieving, but the last thing that Daenerys would want for you is to stop living because of her.” Kiyara sighed, she hated when he was right.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” she finally said. Hizdahr nodded then walked out, closing the door behind him. Once she was sure that she was alone, she took a deep breath. After laying there for another minute, she finally rolled out of bed and took a look in her vanity mirror. She grimaced at her tear-stained reflection. Her hair was messy and her clothes were wrinkled from laying in bed for so long, so she fixed them. After all, she had a reputable guest in her home.

Once she was happy with her appearance, she walked out to see Hizdahr and Tyrion already eating at the table. She didn’t talk much during dinner, which surprised the lord. When they were in Meereen she was happy to engage with others as they ate, but he guessed that she was still processing the news of her friend’s death. After she finished dinner, she excused herself to go pack for their trip.

Less than an hour later, Hizdahr showed Tyrion to his room before also going to their room to pack. He walked in and noticed Kiyara still packing. Closing the door softly, he grabbed his bag from the closet and set it beside her still opened one.

“It’s been so long since I dressed for royalty,” Kiyara mentioned conversationally. “I almost forgot how to do so. I never got to meet King Bran before he was crowned, only Jon Snow in passing. Daenerys has-” she cut herself off, trying not to cry again. “Had a certain standard for her court, I have no idea what the new King will like.” Hizdahr could tell that she was rambling so that she could attempt to move on from Daenerys’ death.

“Kiyara, look at me,” he instructed gently. He rested his hands on her shoulders, which gave her the push she needed to do as he said. Immediately, he could tell that her eyes were welling up with tears, and he pulled her into a hug.

“You can cry,” he muttered. “We’re alone now.” Slowly but surely, she finally wrapped her arms around him as a quiet sob left her lips. Hizdahr held her while she cried, and she clinged to him for dear life. It took nearly an hour for her to finally calm her down, and once her tears stopped, her husband looked at her once more. He didn’t need words to comfort her, and he knew that, so he didn’t try. Instead, he continued to hold her until she pulled away to continue packing.

The rest of the night went by in a blur and before she knew it, Kiyara was being woken up by Hizdahr, telling her that it was time to go. She made pleasant conversation with Tyrion on the ride back to King’s Landing. They made a stop in Essyris for the night, which marked the halfway point. The morning after, they were up and moving at the same time as the day prior.

Kiyara looked out the window as they reached the large and slightly daunting castle of King’s landing. It was beautiful, she couldn’t deny that. She’d never seen it before, so she had no idea what it was like prior to Bran’s rise to power.

“Marvelous, isn’t it?” Tyrion asked, almost amusedly as he watched her awed reaction.

“Very,” she responded distantly, taking her husband’s hand as a way to ground herself and keep her nerves at bay. Upon arriving in front of the castle, Tyrion stepped out followed by Hizdahr, who then helped Kiyara out of the carriage. They walked inside in unison and told the presenter who they were. While they waited for their presentation, Kiyara took a second to straighten out her dress and fix her hair.

“Do I look okay?” She asked her husband, facing him. An affectionate smile graced his face as he nodded.

“Always, though I may be biased in my opinion.” That made the girl blush, and she rolled her eyes at him before straightening her posture as the presenter spoke.

“Announcing the arrival of Lord Tyrion Lannister, the Noble Hizdahr zo Loraq and his wife Lady Kiyara zo Loraq,” he spoke loudly.

“Enter,” they heard Bran call, which was their cue to do so. Kiyara knew that Bran was younger, being only seventeen when he was crowned just a few months ago, but she still found herself suppressing her surprise at the sight of him on the throne. Maybe it was just the fact that it was him sitting there instead of Daenerys. Several others stood around the throne aside from the guards. Jon Snow stood to his right with his direwolf Ghost while Sansa sat to his left.

“Your Majesty, it is an honor to meet you,” Hizdahr greeted upon reaching him. While he bowed, Kiyara curtsied and bowed her head.

“Yes, Lord Lannister has told us many good things about you on the trip here,” she continued, ignoring Jon’s eyes on her.

“You as well,” Bran responded with a kind smile. “From what Lord Lannister and my brother tell me, you are quite the character.” The trio could tell that he was talking to Kiyara since Jon had never met Hizdahr before today. So, Kiyara was the one to answer.

“I’m afraid I cannot tell whether that is a good or bad thing, considering who I was in allegiance to.” She attempted to laugh it off, but almost any of them could tell that she was nervous. Bran shook his head with an amused chuckle.

“It is a good thing, I need someone with good character to do what I’m about to ask of you,” he started before sighing. “I’m afraid that my crowning has overwhelmed me quite a bit, the last thing I was expecting after Daenerys Targaryen’s death was to become King.” Kiyara and Hizdahr shared a confused glance before facing the King once more.

“I can’t imagine the stress you’re under, Your Majesty,” she responded slowly. “And, forgive me if I sound blunt, but what does that have to do with me? Or, us?” The man held up a hand, letting her know that he was getting there.

“I now have reign over the seven kingdoms, but I cannot be in multiple places at once. I’m aware that a ruler should be able to do so, but I’m still learning, and I’m in need of assistance. Slaver’s Bay is a place that both of you know better than anyone. I would like to anoint you as Duke and Duchess over Slaver’s Bay until I know everything I need to in order to rule smoothly.” His words visibly shocked the couple. Both their eyes widened and Kiyara’s jaw dropped open.

“I-” she cut herself off, not knowing what to say.

“I’m well aware that this must be a formidable request to ask of you, but rest assured, I have full confidence that you two are the ones for the task,” Bran continued before standing. The others watched as he walked down the steps of his pedestal to stand in front of them.

“Hizdahr zo Loraq, you know all of Slaver’s Bay like the back of your hand from what Lord Lannister tells me. Daenerys Targaryen made you an ambassador for Meereen and had you travel all over the bay for business with every city in it. Lady Kiyara, you did what you could to make the people love her and understand her motives. Not only that, but you were there to oversee just about everything she declared to be underway. Dare I say it, you two are the perfect candidate for a job such as this. If you were to go through with this, you would live in comfort for the rest of your lives. Please, won’t you do this?”

Kiyara never thought she’d see the day when a King or Queen begged for her, it felt odd. It felt wrong. She had no idea what to expect from this meeting, but it certainly wasn’t this. She thought she was done with politics, but she was evidently wrong. After a moment she realized that all eyes were on her, and she looked at her husband unsurely. It only took one sympathetic smile from him for her to look at the King once again.

“We will,” she answered with finality.

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Everlasting- Hizdahr x OC

Hizdahr zo Loraq x Kiyara Tallhart

Description: Soulmate au where Kiyara and Hizdahr get to see each other once more in the new world. 

Word Count: 2.2k

302 AC

Many say that if you truly did love someone and you were soulmates, you’d find them in your next lives. Not only them, but everyone from your past life. As long as you loved them enough, they’d be there. Soulmates of every kind would always be reunited in their next lives.

Kiyara couldn’t even begin to count how many times she’d heard stories of soulmates finding each other again in their new lives. She truly did believe that her and Hizdahr zo Loraq were destined to be together. Yet, if they really were, how could he die and leave her alone in this world?

It had been nearly two months since Hizdahr zo Loraq was brutally killed in the fighting pits by the Sons of Harpy, and Kiyara was no closer to even beginning to heal from the sight of his dying breath. She still had nightmares of it, and sometimes she wished that Daario hadn’t saved her so she didn’t have to feel this anguish any longer.

Nowadays, with Daenerys gone, the Sons of Harpy still roamed the streets freely, attempting to murder anyone who was close to the queen. Daario Neharis, Jorah Mormont and Tyrion Lannister were doing their best to come up with a plan to rid the city of their tormentors for good, but the attack at the fighting pits lowered their number of soldiers by quite a few. Kiyara did her best to aid them, even suggesting that they go through with Daario’s earlier suggestion: pull back to the pyramid district, secure it, and use it as a base from which to operate, then clean the city out, neighborhood by neighborhood, street by street, until the Sons of Harpy have nowhere to hide. 

The men could tell that her heart wasn’t in it, but they chose to let her mourn in peace. Daario was the only one to frequently offer her comfort and condolences. He knew that there was something between Hizdahr and Kiyara, but he didn’t quite care until the day of the Sons of harpy attack. Before Hizdahr was killed, Daario was certain that the nobleman had been in alliance with their tormentors, only realizing that he was wrong as Hizdahr laid bleeding out. Now he was attempting to make up for his past mistake by checking up on Kiyara often. She didn’t want his comfort or condolences, she wanted her love back. 

A month after the dreaded attack, Kiyara found herself taking a stroll around the temple yet again. She had been doing that a lot lately, realizing that it cleared her mind after a particularly rough day. These days, Daario often accompanied her to make sure she was safe, but he promised to stay a distance behind her so she could feel alone. The moon shone brightly against the outside of the temple, and she couldn’t help but smile at it. Her peace was barely deterred by an Unsullied guard walking up to Daario and beginning to rattle off some reports of any Sons of Harpy attacks. Her ears perked up when she heard the guard state that they hadn’t spotted any, which was very unusual. They always roamed the streets at night, where could they-

Her thoughts were cut off when someone in a Sons of Harpy mask suddenly jumped out from behind a pillar beside her. She barely had time to gasp as the man shoved a large dagger into her stomach. Instantly, pain spreaded around her entire torso. Just faintly, she could hear Daario yell her name. The attacker had time to get one more stab into her heart before he was tackled and subsequently killed by the guard and Daario. With no one holding her up anymore, Kiyara fell to the ground, which caught Daario’s attention once more. He ran back to her and fell to his knees, placing his hands over the wounds in an attempt to stop the copious amounts of blood from flowing. 

“Go get Tyrion Lannister and Jorah Mormont!” Daario yelled urgently at the guard, who nodded and began running off. The man looked at the girl now laying in his arms. 

“Don’t worry Kiyara, you’re going to be okay,” he muttered helplessly. He knew that she didn’t actually have long, and she seemed to as well.

“Pl-Please Daario,” she called breathlessly, raising a gentle hand to the man’s cheek, which made him stop. Upon getting his attention, she offered him a small smile. 

“It’s okay,” she whispered weakly, the light already beginning to drain from her eyes. “I-I forgive you.” Her hand dropped after that, too weak to keep it up. “Keep me beside him.” Daario didn’t need to ask who she was talking about. 

“I will,” he muttered firmly, attempting to stop his lip from trembling as he nodded. The girl could only offer him one last smile before her head slowly dropped back, eyes closing as any signs of life vanished. As sad as Daario was, he couldn’t help but feel happy for his dear friend. She was finally at peace. 

408, New World

As time went on, Meereen went from being a city full of slaves and fear, to a city full of merchants and happiness, now named Maerion. Kiyara Tallhart had just moved to the city and started her business. Though it was faint, she felt a pull to the city. She couldn’t explain it though. Nevertheless, she was now the proud owner of “Whistle Pot,” a tea shop near the middle of town. Since opening, she had since gotten a few customers, but no one of consequence. 

Nearly a month after opening, the shop was pretty much empty. That was normal of course, she learned quickly that businesses are usually slow on Tuesdays. So she took that time to clean around and organize the shelves of various teas. She had just finished the second part when the bell above the door jingled, signalling that someone had entered. 

“Welcome to Whistle Pot,” she greeted, heading to the counter. “Any kind of tea you want, any kind of tea we have.” She froze when she heard a familiar voice speak. 

“Kiyara?” Daenerys questioned hopefully. The girl in question’s head snapped up and she looked at the woman with wide eyes. She nearly fell over as memories suddenly hit her full force.

“We ride to Meereen in the morning,” Daenerys stated.

“Together?”

“Together.” 

“The noble Hizdahr zo Loraq begs an audience with the queen.”

“We could pull back to the pyramid district, secure it, and use it as a base from which to operate,” Daario suggested, walking over to Daenerys. “Then we clean the city out, neighborhood by neighborhood, street by street, until the rats have nowhere to hide.”

“I just came to check on you,” she finally answered. “After what happened, I understand how one must feel. And I brought you some food.”

“Valar Morghulis’ (All men must die).”

“This is our best option.”

“Hizdahr!”

Daenerys and Daario watched anxiously as Kiyara’s past life memories came back to her. Kiyara leaned against the counter, breathing heavily once the memories faded away. She remembered everything now. Daenerys, Daario, Missandei, Tyrion, Jorah, Hizdahr. Slowly, she looked up at the people in front of her. 

“Daenerys?” She breathed out. The woman teared up and nodded quickly. 

“It’s me,” she laughed tearfully. Kiyara grinned widely. 

“Dany!” She exclaimed joyfully, going around the counter. The two met each other in a tight hug, neither wanting to let go. 

“I can’t believe it!” Kiyara exclaimed, holding back tears. 

“You’re telling me,” Daenerys laughed, pulling away to wip the girl’s stray tears away despite the fact that tears also slipped down her face. “I thought that our bond wasn’t strong enough to be remembered in our next lives.”

“Are you kidding me?” Kiyara shook her head, still smiling. “You were my best friend. You still are!” The woman couldn’t help but giggle as she pulled her friend into another hug. It was only then that realization hit Kiyara and she pulled away, keeping Daenerys at arm’s length.

“Wait, so does that mean he…” she trailed off slowly. Her friend seemed to understand what she was asking because the widest smile Kiyara had ever seen appeared on the woman’s face.

“He’s here, at the Temple of Graces.” The girl’s eyes widened and her heart soared in utter joy. “Would you like to see him?” Daenerys inquired with a knowing smile. Kiyara nodded fervorously. 

“Please, take me to him,” she begged. The woman nodded and giggled excitedly and began leading her out. 

“Wait, we must get you into something presentable,” Daenerys suddenly said, which made Kiyara perk up and lead her to the upstairs part of her shop, where she lived. 

After getting her ready to meet her soulmate once again, Kiyara was led out to the carriage where they would be taken to the Temple of Graces. On the way there, Daenerys and Daario caught Kiyara up on everything that happened. Daenerys was killed by Jon Snow as she reached the Iron Throne. Though initially scared of reincarnation, she realized that she had gone mad during her search for power in the Iron Throne. 

In her new life, she wanted to go where she had been the most at peace, Meereen. Though, she supposed it was now called Maerion. There, she met Daario and Tyrion again and her memories came back. Not long afterwards, Hizdahr appeared at the temple’s doorstep, where everyone made amends. That led them to where they were today, Daenerys wanting to try out the new tea shop that opened in Maerion. 

Kiyara went next. She told Daenerys of what happened after the attack, and how she died. In her new life, her parents were still alive and in a town not far from Maerion called Gylladhor. But, there was something calling her to this city, and she just had to go. Now here she was, reuniting with all her past friends and family. 

By the time she finished speaking, they had arrived at the Temple of Graces. Kiyara’s hands were practically trembling with nerves as she stared at the great temple. Daario climbed out, but just before Daenerys could follow, Kiyara’s hand shot out to grab hers. 

“Dany, do you think he’ll remember me?” She asked hesitantly. Daenerys could instantly spot the anxiety and nerves that filled her friend, and she nodded. 

“He’s been waiting for you,” she responded softly, resting her free hand over Kiyara’s soothingly. That seemed to calm the girl down and she nodded, taking a deep breath. With one last nod, Daenerys climbed out with Kiyara following her. 

“Go fetch me Hizdahr zo Loraq,” Daenerys instructed one of her guards. “We’ll be in the throne room.” The guard nodded wordlessly and walked away. After watching him for a moment, Daenerys picked up the ends of her dress and began ascending the steps, Kiyara and Daario following her. They made it to the throne room of the temple and the queen took a seat. Though no words were spoken, Kiyara could tell that everyone was just as antsy as her. Thankfully, they only had to wait a few minutes before they could hear footsteps approaching. 

“Your Grace, you wanted to see me…” Hizdahr trailed off upon realizing that there was a guest with them and stopped in the doorway. A chill shot up Kiyara’s spine at the sound of his voice, and she willed herself not to cry. Slowly, she turned away from her friends to face him. 

The world seemed to stop when their eyes met, it felt like they were the only ones in the room. Any tears that Kiyara refused to shed fell down her cheeks defiantly. Hizdahr’s mouth dropped open at the sight of his true love, and it almost made the girl laugh if she hadn’t been so overcome with emotion. The world began moving again as the two found themselves walking towards each other. Kiyara had more ground to cover in the steps leading down from the throne, but she was perfectly fine with running. 

They met each other right as she reached the bottom of the stairs and Kiyara let out a loud cry as Hizdahr enveloped her entirely in a tight hug. She clung to him for dear life as he lifted her up and spun her. When he finally set her down, they didn’t let go, they didn’t even loosen their grips. 

“I can’t believe it,” Hizdahr whimpered. “You’re here.” 

“Don’t act so surprised my love,” Kiyara giggled before looking at him with teary eyes. “I would have waited three more lifetimes if it meant that I would get to see you again.” Her hands lifted to rest on the back of his neck as his cupped her face. She leaned into his touch as his thumb ran over the apple of her cheek, wiping away any stray tears. 

“And I you, my star.” They couldn’t even attempt to wipe the smiles off their faces, and before either of them realized, they had leaned in and pressed their lips together. It felt like everything they had been waiting for and more. When they finally pulled away, their foreheads rested against each other’s. Everything felt right once more. 

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Like a Dream- Hizdahr zo Loraq x OC

Hizdahr zo Loraq x Kiyara Tallhart

Description: Kiyara awakes from a nightmare where all her dreams had been fake, and begins to question whether her happy life with Hizdahr is real. 

Word Count: 1.6k

Kiyara stood in what she recognized as the dungeon of Meereen. It was dark, why was it so dark? Where are the torches? 

“Geron naejot (Walk forward),” she heard a woman’s voice nearby followed by what sounded like chains blanking together softly. Kiyara’s eyebrows knit together and she walked cautiously to the source of the noise, an odd feeling of deja vu washing over her. 

“Mēre tolī dekūra (Another step),” the woman spoke again, yes again followed by chains rattling. 

“Ao daor gaomagon bisa (You cannot do this), a man whimpered. A chill shot up Kiyara’s spine as she realized where she was. Instantly she lifted the bottom of her dress to her ankles and ran the rest of the way there. She nearly ran into an Unsullied, but no one seemed to care. In fact, no one in the dungeon seemed to take notice that she was even there. 

“Kessi ipradagon ao, lo nyke ivestragon zirȳ naejot (They will eat you if I tell them to,” Daenerys informed them simply. “They kostagon ipradagon ao sesīr lo nyke don’t. Riñar. Mirri ivestragon nyke should tepagon bē va zirȳ (They may eat you even if I don’t. Children. Some say I should give up on them).” One of the men began mumbling in Valyrian, just like Kiyara remembered. “But iā sȳz muña dōrī tepagon bē va zirȳla riñar. Ziry disciplines zirȳ lo ziry ēdruta (But a good mother never gives up on her children. She disciplines them if she must).” Once again, Daenerys looked at Daario, who walked over and pushed the mumbling man forward onto his knees. Though Daario hadn’t pushed her, Kiyara found herself falling beside the man with a small grunt. It was almost as if some invisible force pushed her. 

“Yn ziry gaomas daor tepagon bē va zirȳ (But she does not give up on them.)” Daenerys said nothing to Kiyara, so she assumed that no one could see her still. With the man shaking in his chains beside her, she hesitantly looked into the black void. A sense of dread filled her gut as she squinted, noticing movement in the darkness before a pair of eyes appeared. She had no time to react before the dragon suddenly opened his mouth and exhaled ferocious flames at the two of them. Kiyara screamed and attempted to shield herself, waiting for the fire to hit her. 

It never came though, and she slowly dropped her arms. She was amazed to see that she was no longer even in the tunnel. She was in what looked like stands of a stadium. Her brows furrowed and she looked around confusedly. Then, she realized where she was as she looked at the section she was in. Daenerys, Hizdahr, Missandei and Tyrion sat in their designated seats while Daario still stood to the side, but this time there was no empty seat for her. This was very strange, she thought. Her head turned once she heard Tyrion speak over the fighting men in the middle of the ring. 

“You can end this,” he informed her urgently. 

“No, she can’t,” Hizdahr spoke fiercely. 

“You can!” Tyrion exclaimed. The fighter was  about to make a move when the other fighter came over and stabbed Jorah’s opponent in the back, killing him. Jorah got up and faced the final opponent. Jorah matched the spearman, was knocked over, but caught the spear before it reached his throat. He stood back up and the two faced off again. Jorah spun, somersaulted, and stabbed him through the stomach, killing him. He looked up to Daenerys.

Wordlessly, Jorah reached for his opponent’s spear, picking it up and hurling it towards Daenerys’ seat. Daario was quick to protect her then got everyone else out of the way. This time around, Kiyara could see what was happening much clearer as Hizdahr didn’t immediately try to shield her. She watched as at least ¼ of the stands stood and put on masks. 

“The Sons of Harpy,” she gasped out. The Sons of the Harpy began slitting the throats of former slaves and Unsullied in the crowd. Unsullied guards and Daario surround Daenerys, Kiyara and Missandei, fighting off the Harpies. Kiyara expected to hear the roar of Daenerys’ dragons once again, but nothing ever came. She became alarmed, where were Drogo and Nediss? 

“Your Grace, Your Grace, come with me! I know a way out! I know a way-” she heard Hizdahr start, and she turned around just as two Sons of Harpy came up behind him and stabbed him thrice in the chest. It was just as horrible to watch as the first time, and Kiyara found herself crying out yet again. She watched in horror as the two Sons of Harpy stood once again after dropping his body, and before she could process it, one of them ran at her with a knife in hand. She screamed then-

Kiyara shot up in bed, panting heavily. It took her a minute to process where she was, but she was quick to realize that she was in her new home in Gylladhor. Her new home with her new- she paused shortly before looking around the bed in a panicked state. Just as she hoped, Hizdahr was laying beside her, sleeping peacefully. Slowly, her hand moved to his chest, and she felt his heartbeat. Her hand stayed there for a few minutes. To anyone else, she would have looked crazy, but she just had to be sure. After all that had happened to them, she needed the solidarity of knowing that he was alive and well. His wounds had healed well enough that he didn’t have to have bandages anymore, though there were still scars there that Josion and Meralith were afraid would never go away. Neither Kiyara nor Hizdahr cared about that though, as long as they healed and he was okay. 

Finally, her shoulders relaxed and her breathing evened out. Her hand moved from his chest to cup his cheek, careful not to wake him. A small smile appeared on her face and she tentatively laid back down, her head now laying on his chest so she could feel his heartbeat. Almost as if it were a subconscious response, Hizdahr’s arm wrapped around her waist and practically pulled her on top of him, continuing to rest peacefully. She let out a small breath then slowly closed her eyes, falling asleep an hour later. 

“You’re doing it again,” Hizdahr pointed out gently, his gaze not moving from the book that sat in his right palm. Kiyara’s concentration was broken, and she faced him. 

“Doing what?” 

“Cracking your knuckles,” he responded simply. Her gaze instantly went to her knuckles, where she recognized that he was right. Her knuckles now ached dully and she shook her hands. 

“And?” She questioned flatly. 

“Well, you only crack your knuckles when you’re anxious. That means something is bothering you. So,” he closed his book to focus his full attention on her. “Tell me what’s got you so troubled.” She smiled and shook her head. 

“It is nothing you need to worry about, my love. If it’s my knuckle cracking that’s bothering you then I can go to another room,” she offered, but Hizdahr shook his head. 

“It’s not you cracking your knuckles, what bothers me is that you’re very clearly worried about something yet you do not trust me enough to confide in me.” Kiyara sighed softly. 

“It is not that I don’t trust you, I truly do,” she trailed off slowly. Hizdahr offered her a comforting smile and took her hands. 

“Take all the time you need, my darling. I just want to help you in any way I can.” That was the small nudge that Kiyara needed. She ranted to her husband about the nightmare she had been having since they had their new house built. 

“I think it just feels so much like a dream, being here with you and thriving off of the simple pleasures we have,” she stood from her seat and walked to the window in the living room and stared out into their front yard. “It almost feels too good to be true.” Hizdahr said nothing at first as he processed her words. After a minute of silence, Kiyara heard him stand, his shoes tapping against the floor as he made his way over to her. 

“Can you please turn around?” He asked softly, his hands coming up to rest on her shoulders. Kiyara complied immediately and looked at him. 

“I know how you feel,” he started softly. “There have been several times where I truly think this is just a dream, but then I look at you, and I feel you. This is real, and I don’t plan on leaving you anytime soon.”

“The future will always be unexpected,” she pointed out, smiling a bit when he cupped her face in his hands. 

“But I can be sure that no matter what, we will have each other to help us through it,” he responded matter-of-factly. Kiyara’s grin widened and she nodded, allowing Hizdahr to pull her head closer to kiss her forehead. 

“I love you,” she muttered softly, though she meant every word. She felt him smile against her forehead and he pulled away to look into her eyes. 

“And I you,” he responded before leading her back to the couch to sit down. He sat first and grabbed his book as Kiyara took a seat. She leaned against him as he opened up to the page he earlier marked and began reading aloud from it. His free arm went around her waist and she laid her head on his chest. Looking back, she felt quite stupid. How could this not be real?

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Safe, For Now Part 2- Hizdahr zo Loraq x OC

Hizdahr zo Loraq x Kiyara Tallhart

Description: After a traumatic event in the catacombs, Kiyara goes to visit Hizdahr’s cell, where they bond. Unexpected events lead to Hizdahr being stabbed and Kiyara leaving Meereen on a dragon’s back with him. 

Word Count: 3.1k

Season 5, Episode 5 cont.

Kiyara waited until everyone was asleep, she didn’t want anyone to find out what she was about to do. She couldn’t even imagine what would happen if Queen Daenerys found out about her trip to the dungeons. In fact, she didn’t even take a candle or wear shoes for fear that someone would see her. 

After making a quick stop to the kitchen, dressed in only her nightgown, she walked down the long staircases and made a beeline for one specific cell, listening for the snores of other prisoners’ snores and any Unsullied soldiers walking around. Slowly, she lifted her hand to the cell door and knocked as quietly as she could, looking around to make sure she disturbed no one else. 

“Who’s there?” Hizdahr questioned, thankfully keeping his voice quiet. Kiyara hesitated for a moment, debating on if it was worth it to do this. 

“I just came to check on you,” she finally answered. “After what happened, I understand how one must feel. And I brought you some food.” She carefully placed a red apple in between the bars of his cell door window. For a moment, nothing happened, and Kiyara prepared to leave and pretend that this didn’t happen. Then, she felt Hizdahr’s fingers brush against hers as he carefully grabbed the apple. 

“Thank you,” he finally murmured. “But, why are you doing this? Don’t you fear what would happen if the queen found out?” Yes, she wanted to answer. If I’m caught down here then it’ll be me being fed to her dragons next. 

“It’s worth it. If that even happens,” she responded instead. 

“Why?” He repeated. “Why show me such pity?” 

Kiyara shrugged, though she was aware that Hizdahr couldn’t see. 

“You’ve done nothing wrong. It was your father who had been there when those children died, whether he spoke out against it or not. You are being punished for something you weren’t a part of in the first place. I figured that it would at least be courteous to offer you some sort of comfort before whatever happens happens. I wouldn’t call it pity by the way, consider it an apology for your unfair treatment.” Hizdahr began to respond, but then paused.

“Someone’s coming,” he informed her quickly. Kiyara’s eyes widened and she quickly moved away and around the corner as two Unsullied walked towards the cells. Hizdahr moved away from the light to make it seem like he wasn’t awake. They looked around the cells before walking away. Kiyara walked back over as the light of the Unsullied’s torch faded. 

“Thank you,” she whispered gratefully, receiving a ‘you’re welcome’ in response and he moved to the door once again. She sighed in relief then slid to the floor and leaned against the door. 

“What was your father like?” She asked curiously. “If you don’t mind me asking.” She heard a shuffling then felt a small movement on the door. It was safe to assume he had copied her actions and was now sitting against the door. 

“He was a good man,” he answered after a second. “Despite what the slave masters may have seemed like. He was compassionate, and always had a logical alternative in a situation, though it wasn’t always heard. He was a peaceful man and always encouraged it.” Kiyara nodded then looked down at her lap.

“Sounds like our fathers would have gotten along,” she commented softly. 

“Is your father dead as well?” Hizdahr questioned curiously. 

“Both of my parents are,” she answered. “There was a siege of our town, my parents made me run while they distracted the intruders. They were killed almost immediately, but they made sure I got away. They never got a proper burial.” She shook her head, trying not to cry. 

“I’m sorry,” the man offered. “It’s difficult to go on without them.” She shrugged. 

“My mom used to tell me that everytime a good man dies, they are added to the night sky to paint stars as pretty as the moon. That’s where I believe my parents are, and that brings me comfort when I find myself missing them.” Kiyara waited patiently as he processed her words. 

“I’ve never thought of that,” he spoke quietly. 

“I pray that brings you comfort then,” she answered. Though she couldn’t see it, she had a feeling that he was smiling on the other side of the door. 

“It’s getting late,” Hizdahr muttered. “You should be going before someone catches you.” Kiyara nodded slowly then stood, hearing the man do the same. 

“Goodnight then, sir Loraq.”

“Please, call me Hizdahr,” he responded quickly. She smiled at him. 

“Then you may call me Kiyara. Goodnight, Hizdahr.” She bowed, though she knew that Hizdahr couldn’t see it yet again. Without another word, she lifted her dress to her ankles and began walking out. 

“Goodnight Kiyara, and thank you,” he muttered just before she was out the door. 

Season 5, Episode 6

The next day, Kiyara followed Daenerys to the dungeon, the Unsullied following them. Her eyes suddenly widened as she realized what cell they were heading to. The door was opened by one of the Unsullied and Daenerys stepped inside with Kiyara behind her. Kiyara’s arms crossed anxiously as Hizdahr knelt before Daenerys. 

“My-my queen, please do not do this,” he begged softly. Daenerys’ chin lifted a bit.

“What about ‘Valar Morghulis’ (All men must die in Valyrian)?” 

“I did not want to die a coward. Apparently I do not want to die at all,” he responded, sniffling afterwards. 

“It takes courage to admit fear,” she spoke in the same tone. “And to admit a mistake. I came here to tell you that I was wrong.” Hizdahr looked up at her hesitantly. “I was wrong and you were right. About tradition, about bringing the people of this city together. I will reopen the fighting pits. To free men only. Slavery will never return to Mereen, not while I live.” Kiyara could not hide her surprise. In all her time working for Daenerys, she’d never heard her go back on her word. 

“Yes, my queen,” Hizdahr answered obediently. 

“And in order to forge a lasting bond with the Meereenese people, I will marry the leader of an ancient family,” she continued, causing Hizdahr to nod. “Thankfully, a suitor is already on his knees.” Kiyara’s jaw dropped open at her words, examining Hizdahr’s surprised expression. Daenerys smiled faintly, then looked at Kiyara. 

“Kiyara, find a suitable temporary room for your future king.” She waited for no response before she walked out with the Unsullied following her, leaving the door wide open. Kiyara glanced at Hizdahr worriedly as he hesitantly stood, his surprised expression still there. 

“Uh, follow me, your majesty,” she instructed after a minute. She took a moment to gather herself then tilted her chin up before leading him out. He didn’t say a word the entire walk to the higher ups’ rooms, and she thought better than to attempt conversation.

“This one should fit your needs,” she spoke after a few minutes, opening a large door to a bedroom fit for a king. She stepped aside and allowed him to enter the room, watching as he looked around.

“If you prefer something different, I can check our available rooms,” she offered, but the man shook his head. 

“No, this is fine. Thank you,” he responded simply. 

“Is something wrong, sire?” She asked worriedly. Before he could answer, she felt a tap on her shoulder, which made her turn around. 

“Ah, thank you Naira,” she spoke, taking the tray from the kitchen worker. The woman nodded then walked away. 

“Lunch is served, my king,” she informed him upon turning back around. She walked over and set the tray onto his bed, then watched as he took a seat beside it. 

“Is there anything else I can do?” She inquired formally, clasping her hands in front of her stomach. The man glanced at her. 

“Some company during a meal would be nice,” he muttered calmly. “Close the door please.” She nodded then did as he said, taking a seat beside him after he patted the spot. Though Hizdahr kept a cool exterior as he began to eat, Kiyara could see something lurking behind his eyes. 

“Forgive my bluntness, my king, but are you going to answer my earlier question? What’s wrong?” Hizdahr shook his head after pausing mid bite, not looking at her. 

“If I knew of the events that would occur after, I never would have gone to the pyramid to beg for my father’s burial,” he muttered gravely. Kiyara offered him a sympathetic smile. 

“I know sire, I can’t imagine how you must feel right now. Facing death one night then being arranged to wed the queen, it must give you some whiplash.” Hizdahr nodded with a sigh.

“That’s quite possibly the biggest understatement I’ve ever heard.” That made her giggle, which caused him to smile and look at her. 

“I guess so,” she said upon quieting down. “But I’m afraid without any other alternatives being brought to the table, this is your only option. That is, unless you’d like to have a closer conversation with her majesty’s children.” Hizdahr’s smile dropped and his shoulder slumped. 

“I suppose you’re right. This is our best option.” 

“Our?” She repeated curiously. His cheeks were suddenly dusted pink and he looked away, clearing his throat rather loudly. 

“Excuse me, this is my best option.” Kiyara gave him a patient smile and rested her hand over his. 

“Well, I am here for anything you need help with. You can be sure of that.” Hizdahr faced her once more with a small smile, the two sitting like that for a few minutes before Hizdahr continued eating. 

Season 5, Episode 9

Over the course of the next two months as the fighting pits were being prepared to reopen and the wedding was being planned, Kiyara did her best to help Hazdihr adjust to his new lifestyle. In between that, they got to know each other. They connected over many things, and they found themselves becoming close. In the third month, the fighting pit finally opened, and Hazdihr invited Daenerys to see it. 

Once there, Daenerys sat next to Missandei at the top of the pit, with an open seat between her and Tyrion at the end. Kiyara sat on the other side of him anxiously, she did not want to be here. After a minute, Hizdahr walked up and sat in the empty seat. 

“Where have you been?” Daenerys questioned. 

“Just making sure everything’s in order,” he responded coolly. His eyes wandered to Kiyara and he shot her a smile when he noticed her nervous expression. She returned the gesture then looked down when Daario took notice of Hazdihr’s look. Kiyara sighed and leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms. 

The entire fight went by in a blur for her. She vaguely listened to Daenerys, Hizdahr, Tyrion and Daario discuss betting on the fight, but she didn’t care to listen in much until the future king spoke once again. 

“I have spent much of my life in Meereen, and in my experience, larger men do triumph over smaller men, far more often than not,” he informed them. Daenerys looked at him. 

“Has your experience ever involved any actual fighting?” She questioned. “You, yourself, have you ever tried to kill a man that was trying to kill you?” Kiyara thought that was a rather petty move, but said nothing. Hizdahr felt the same way because he was also silent.

Whenever I got into the pit against a beast like that one, the crowd saw me, all skin and bone back then, then they saw a pile of angry muscles ready to murder me,” Daario piped in. “They couldn’t get their money out fast enough. But the pile of angry muscles never had any muscles here,” he pressed a dagger to his neck. “Or here.” He put the dagger to Hizdahr’s neck. “And the big men were always too slow to stop my dagger from going where their muscles weren’t. Yes, whenever I saw a beast like that one, standing across from me making his beast faces, I knew I could rest easy.” Everyone looked over as the strong man decapitated the quick man with one quick stroke, though Kiyara looked away a second later, not wanting to watch anymore of this blood fest. She noticed Hizdahr smile, then Daario turned away angrily. Tyrion, however, said nothing. 

“You don’t approve?” Hizdahr questioned. 

“There’s always been more than enough death in the world for my taste,” the man responded simply. “I can do without it in my leisure time.” Hizdahr nodded. 

“Fair enough, yet - it’s an unpleasant question - but what great thing has ever been accomplished without killing or cruelty?” Kiyara shook her head. 

“Forgive me for interrupting, but his majesty forgets that it’s easy to confuse what is with what is ought to be,” she spoke, making the others look at her. “Especially when it has worked in his favor.” Daenerys smiled at her, and Kiyara knew that she agreed. Rather than be mad though, Hizdahr looked amused by her retort. 

“I’m not talking about myself. I’m talking about the necessary conditions of greatness.” The pit workers carried the decapitated head out of the pit, leaving behind a trail of blood. 

“That is greatness?” Daenerys questioned. 

“That is a vital part of the great city of Meereen. Which has existed long before you arrived and will remain standing long after we have returned to the dirt.” Kiyara huffed silently when Tyrion stated that his father would have liked Hizdahr. She then zoned out yet again as the group continued their banter, then the next fight began, a man she recognized as Jorah included. 

“Your Grace-” 

“Shut your mouth,” Daario instructed firmly, effectively cutting off Hizdahr. 

“Daario, play nice,” Kiyara spoke boredly. 

Daenerys paid them no mind as she clapped, and Jorah nodded. They began fighting, with Daenerys’ eyes following Jorah. He took a blow to the mouth, was knocked down and started bleeding. He stood up, only to have his sword knocked away, and pulled out a dagger. He wrestled with the man trying to choke him, threw him off, then stabbed him in the chest. He pulled the dagger out while looking at Daenerys, then threw it away and picked up his longsword.

Jorah squared off against a flashy fighter that just brutally stabbed another fighter through the back. He sliced Jorah in the cheek. The other two fighters squared off, with a heavily armored fighter wielding a spear killing his opponent. The crowd cheered. Jorah’s opponent sliced Jorah’s arm then knocked him over, knocking his sword out of his hand. He held his blade to Jorah’s throat. Both he and Jorah looked to Daenerys.

“You can end this,” Tyrion spoke, only for Hizdahr to disagree. “You can!’

The fighter was  about to make a move when the other fighter came over and stabbed Jorah’s opponent in the back, killing him. Jorah got up and faced the final opponent. Jorah matched the spearman, was knocked over, but caught the spear before it reached his throat. He stood back up and the two faced off again. Jorah spun, somersaulted, and stabbed him through the stomach, killing him. He looked up to Daenerys.

Wordlessly, Jorah reached for his opponent’s spear, picking it up and hurling it towards Daenerys’ seat. Daario was quick to protect her then got everyone else out of the way. Kiyara stared down fearfully, then felt someone’s arms go around her protectively. She looked up, only to be met with Hizdahr’s worried expression. The two then looked around at the crowd. Many audience members have put on Sons of the Harpy masks.

“Protect your queen!” Daario yelled.

The Sons of the Harpy began slitting the throats of former slaves and Unsullied in the crowd. Unsullied guards and Daario surround Daenerys, Kiyara and Missandei, fighting off the Harpies. A roar was suddenly heard in the distance. All of the Harpies looked up. Drogon and Nediss, Daenerys’ dragons, appeared, breathing fire and circling the pit. One Harpy charged at Daenerys and Drogon ripped him apart. Meanwhile, Nediss breathed fire on four or five of them at a time before a spear hit his back. 2 more spears connected and he started slowing down. 

The queen called his name worriedly. More spears were thrown at him by Sons of the Harpy and he turned to them and roared. Daario continued to fight off every Harpy that came near her then Hizdahr started running towards Daenerys, Kiyara’s hand in his.

“Your Grace, Your Grace, come with me! I know a way out! I know a way-” Two Sons of Harpy came up behind him and stabbed him thrice in the chest. Kiyara cried out then dropped to her knees and attempted to cover his wounds with her cape. 

“Kiyara please, it’s okay,” Hizdahr wheezed out weakly. “Run, get away from here. It’s your only option.” 

“No,” she shook her head vigorously, cupping his face so he was looking into her eyes. “No, I’m not leaving you. We’re getting out of here together, it’s our only option.” He exhaled shakily, but nodded firmly. 

“Your majesty, I need your dragon,” she requested hurriedly. Daenerys looked surprised by the plea. 

“What?” She exclaimed, but Kiyara knew that they didn’t have a lot of time. 

“My queen please,” she begged. “I love him.” Daenerys’ eyes widened at that, and she stared at the desperate girl in shock. “You know what it’s like to lose your love. Please. Please, let me save him. Let me get him away from here.” Maybe it was the remembrance of losing her love, maybe it was Kiyara nearly in tears as she talked. But finally, Daenerys nodded, and Kiyara nearly cried in relief. She called for one of her dragons. Once it arrived, she faced them once more.

“Take Nediss to wherever you must go. He will find me once you’re safe,” she instructed softly. Kiyara nodded, sniffling. 

“Thank you, your majesty, for everything you’ve done for me,” she responded softly. “I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.”

“Live a happy life with him,” the queen responded. “And consider the debt repaid.” Kiyara sniffled, then couldn’t help but hug the woman. 

“Kiyara, you have to go!” Daario called, fighting off a Harpy. The woman nodded and wished everyone a farewell before climbing onto the dragon’s back, where Daario had already loaded Hazdihr on. Without another word, the dragon flew off.

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Safe, For Now- Hizdahr zo Loraq x OC

Hizdahr zo Loraq x Kiyara Tallhart

Description: Kiyara is in Meereen with her queen Daenerys, where they meet quite the interesting character in the form of Hizdahr zo Loraq

Word Count: 2k

Note: Hizdahr zo Loraq is usually forgotten but because I am in fact Joel Fry trash, I remember and love him (at least in the show)

Season 4, Episode 6

“Send the next one in,” Daenerys instructed softly. She, Kiyara, Missandei and Jorah then watched as Hizdahr zo Loraq and his manservant entered. 

“The noble Hizdahr zo Loraq begs an audience with the Queen,” the manservant spoke in Valyrian. Kiyara and Missandei glanced at the Queen to see what she’d want. 

“The noble Hizdahr zo Loraq can speak to me himself,” she responded simply, also speaking Valryian. The manservant bowed then retreated, passing by the noble as he came forward and bowed. 

“Queen Daenerys,” he greeted. “Tales of your beauty were not exaggerated.” Daenerys thanked him. 

“Mine is one of the oldest and proudest families in Mereen,” the man continued. 

“Then it is my honor to receive you,” the queen responded coolly. Kiyara’s hands clasped in front of her as she listened to the conversation, attempting to do as Missandei instructed and not to show her surprise when Loraq revealed that Daenerys crucified his father. Her eyes closed when the queen pointed out that his father crucified innocent children, attempting to not think about that mental image.

“My father spoke out against crucifying those children. He decried it as a criminal act, but was overruled. Is it justice to answer one crime with another?” Her eyes opened once again at his question, curious to see her queen’s response.

“I am sorry you no longer have a father, but my treatment of the masters was no crime. You'd be wise to remember that.” 

“What's done is done,” Loraq muttered quickly. “You are the queen and I am a servant of Meereen. A servant who does not wish to see its traditions eradicated.”

“And what traditions do you speak of?”

“The tradition of funeral rites. Proper burial in the Temple of the Graces. My father and 162 noble Meereenese are still nailed to those posts, carrion for vultures, rotting in the sun,” he took a second to kneel before her. “Your Grace, I ask that you order these men taken down so that they might receive proper burials.” 

“And what of the slave children these noble Meereenese crucified?”Daenerys questioned firmly, which made Kiyara look away. “They were rotting in the sun as well. Would you have begged me for their right to a proper burial?” Kiyara finally looked at the man once more, only to see him already looking at her. He finally looked at the queen once she cleared her throat. 

“Your Grace, I cannot defend the actions of the masters. I can only speak to you as a son who loved his father. Let me take his body down. Let me have him brought to the temple and buried with dignity so that he might find peace in the next world.” Daenerys looked at Missandei, then at Jorah, then at Kiyara, trying to silently see their thoughts. After a moment of analyzing Kiyara’s expression, she looked at Loraq. 

“Bury your father, Hizdahr zo Loraq.” The man looked relieved at her words and he quickly stood. 

“Thank you, my queen,” He said gratefully, bowing to her. Once he stood straight, his eyes met Kiyara’s sympathetic ones. Their gaze broke just a moment later and he walked out with his manservant in suit. 

“How many more?” Daenerys inquired tiredly. 

“There are 212 supplicants waiting, Your Grace,” Kiyara answered. 

“212?” The woman repeated, trying not to show her exasperation. She looked at Jorah, who shrugged, before sighing. 

“Send the next one in.”  

Season 5, Episodes 4 and 5

“All men must die. But not all can die in glory,” Hizdahr spoke calmly upon Daenerys, Missandei and Kiyara entering the audience chamber. 

“Glory?” Kiyara repeated questioningly, crossing her arms. The man looked at her with an intense stare before nodding. 

“Why else do men fight?” He pointed out. “Why did your ancestors cross the Narrow Sea and conquer the Seven Kingdoms? So their names would live on. Those who find victory in the fighting pits, will never become kings, but their names will live on. It's the best chance they'll ever have.” 

“Is that what you used to tell men before you set them to butchering each other for sport?” Danaerys questioned calmly, though there was an unmistakable sense of fierceness laced in her tone. 

“Your Grace, today is the traditional start of the fighting season,” Loraq responded coolly. Daenerys shook her head, stating she didn’t recognize this tradition. 

“Traditions are the only thing that will hold this city, your city, together,” he explained. “Without them, former slaves and former masters have nothing in common. Nothing but centuries of mistrust and resentment. I can't promise this is the answer to all our problems, but it's a start.” 

Grey Worm laid in bed, looking asleep. One would have thought that he was if it hadn’t been for Missandei crying beside the bed. Kiyara only let a few tears slip as she rested a comforting hand on her friend’s shoulder. Daenerys called her attention, allowing everyone to give Missandei a moment alone, and walked into the Throne Room. 

The room was dark save for a few candles. Kiyara stood behind Daenerys and Daario as they stood over the body of Barristan. She turned upon hearing footsteps enter, then watched as Hizdahr walked up to the queen along with two men. 

“I am so sorry, my queen,” he offered softly. “He was a good man.” A few more tears slipped down Kiyara’s face and she turned away to wipe them away, not missing the man's glance at her. 

“Barristan the Bold,’ they called him,” Daenerys spoke after a moment. “He crossed a continent to serve me. He was a loyal friend. And he died in an alley, butchered by cowards who hide behind masks.” 

“We could pull back to the pyramid district, secure it, and use it as a base from which to operate,” Daario suggested, walking over to Daenerys. “Then we clean the city out, neighborhood by neighborhood, street by street, until the rats have nowhere to hide.” Kiyara’s eyebrows shot up at his proposal. That would definitely take a lot of time. Daario glanced at Hizdahr before looking at Daenerys once more. The queen turned to face him. 

“I prefer your earlier suggestion,” she responded. “Round up the leaders of each of Mereen’s great families and bring them to me.” Kiyara’s jaw dropped, and her head snapped to Hizdahr as he stepped forward anxiously. 

“But...I’m the leader of my family,” he pointed out. Daario nodded, and the two men behind Hizdahr grabbed and restrained him. 

“No, Your Grace! I had nothing to do with this. Your Grace!” He called as he was taken away, Kiyara watching in awe. 

“Your majesty, with all due respect, are you sure this is the best course of action?” She asked hesitantly. Daenerys, rather than be mad, turned to her with a kind smile. 

“Of course, Kiyara. These men need to be made an example of.” The woman knew better than to question the queen further, so decided to keep her mouth shut.

Just minutes later, Daenerys, Kiyara, Daario, some Unsullied, and a number of men stood in the chamber, Daario holding a torch. After a few moments, Daenerys turns around and begins walking with Kiyara and Daario following her. Then a chain was heard rattling. The trio turned around.

“Walk forward,” Daenerys instructed simply in Valyrian. The Unsullied lowered their spears at the leaders then began walking forward. That forced the men to move, one man talking in Valyrian saying that she couldn’t do this (though it went unnoticed). After a few moments, they all stopped as chains rattled again.

“Another step,” the queen spoke in Valyrian, the Unsullied and leaders obeying. A chill ran up Kiyara’s spine when chains rattled yet again and a snarl resounded. She watched Daenerys walk through the Unsullied to the front of the group. 

“They will eat you, if I tell them to,” she informed them, still in Valyrian. “They may eat you even if I don’t. Children. Some say I should give up on them,” she spoke as one of the men began mumbling incoherently. “But a good mother never gives up on her children. She disciplines them if she must.” She looked at Daario, who walked over and pushed the mumbling man forward onto his knees. “But she does not give up on them,” she then glanced at Kiyara. “You might want to look away, dear. This isn’t something a lady like you should witness.” 

Kiyara hesitated, glancing once at Hizdahr’s anxious expression before turning away. That was all for naught as she suddenly heard a dragon roar then the man scream and turned to see what happened. The woman covered her mouth in shock, yet couldn’t help but watch in horror as another dragon blew flames onto the leader shortly before the man dropped dead. Daario pulled her close to him and shielded her face right before the dragons took his corpse, tore it in two, then ate it. Kiyara shared a quick look with him then looked over as Daenerys started to speak in Valyrian. 

“Who is innocent? Maybe all of you are,” she looked at Hizdahr. “Maybe none of you are. Maybe,” she rested her hand on Hizdahr’s arm, which made Kiyara bite her lip anxiously. “I should let the dragons decide.” The man didn’t look back at her when he spoke. 

“All men must die,” he said in Valyrian. The other men grovelled before Daenerys, but not Hizdahr. Daario refused to let Kiyara look at the dragons as they continued eating, so instead she focused on Hizdahr, then watched as Deanerys looked over and took in her terrified expression. She silently sighed in relief when Daenerys’ hand dropped.

“Don’t want to overfeed them,” she spoke simply. “Tomorrow perhaps.” She looked at Daario once again, and he took it as his cue to lead the Unsullied and leaders out. “Kiyara, you are excused for the time being, I know something like this is upsetting to see even during such circumstances,” she added. The woman only nodded before Daario spoke. 

“If my lady would follow me, I will take you to your room once we are done,” he offered. Kiyara didn’t care one way or the other but in response, she bowed to Daenerys and walked out at Daario’s side, linking her arm in his. The leaders continued to complain and grovel as they were put in their own single cells of the dungeon. As Daario locked one of the cells, one of the men, looking considerably terrified, practically fell to his knees before Kiyara. 

“Please, my lady,” he begged in Valyrian.

“I cannot disobey My Queen,” she responded simply. The man suddenly grabbed her wrist rather tightly, making her gasp.

“You can put a stop to this. Tell the queen that we meant no harm!” As he talked, Kiyara attempted in vain to get out of his grip, then someone else’s hand shot out to grab the man's wrist. 

“It will do you no good to do this, Manrel,” Hizdahr pointed out calmly but firmly. “Let her go or you’ll meet a worse fate than what ours already is.” The man's grip tightened on Kiyara, which made her worry for a moment before he finally let her go. She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. 

“Thank you sir,” she muttered gratefully to Hizdahr as the other man, Manrel, was placed into a cell. Hizdahr had almost no time to respond before he was practically shoved into a cell. He stared at her through the small barred window of his cell door, and she couldn’t help but stare back once their eyes met while Daario locked the door. After a moment, the man realized she was mouthing something. 

“I’m sorry,” she mouthed to him, looking like she really meant it. She stopped as Daario turned around then watched as he looked at all the cells of the prisoners. 

“You men are lucky,” he informed them gruffly. “If it were up to me, you’d all be rotting at that-“ Kiyara cleared her throat before he could finish, making him look at her. 

“Then they are thankful that that responsibility is not your burden, but The Queen’s,” she responded calmly. “They will reap what they sowed in due time. Tonight just let them sit with their thoughts. They at least deserve a moment of quiet for what they just witnessed, like the rest of us.” She knew that he understood that she was talking about herself and he sighed, knowing she was right. 

“Very well. This way, my lady.” Their arms linked together once more and she began leading her out of the dungeons. Kiyara was able to subtly look back at him one last time before they turned the corner, and she noticed him give her a grateful smile. She returned the gesture then quickly looked forward as Daario glanced at her, the two walking out of the dungeon with their heads held high. 

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Negotiate Part 2- Hizdahr zo Loraq x OC

Hizdahr zo Loraq x Kiyara Tallhart

Description: Hizdahr shows his protective nature when Kiyara feels threatened by the Wise Masters, and they have a lengthy discussion on the way home to Meereen.

Word Count: 2.5k

Hizdahr spent nearly ten minutes on his speech. He told them of Daenerys freeing all slaves of Meereen, and how the city has benefited greatly from it. Kiyara was quick to note that he was stretching the truth just a bit, as they hadn’t had enough time to truly examine how the city has gotten along since the emancipation, but ultimately said nothing.

“Now she has presented you with an option,” Hizdahr continued. “You may live in her new world and free all the slaves of Yunkai and the surrounding cities. Or you will be eradicated like those unwilling to heed her warnings and orders. No matter what, she will rule over the cities, it would be much easier with your compliance. I doubt any of us would like to go to war over this.” The masters looked between each other once he finished.

“No, we don’t,” Paezahr finally spoke. “But you can’t possibly assume that we would give up such things without a small fight. What she is asking of us would not only be detrimental to not our economy, but our way of life.”

“Quite,” Yezzan continued. “Freeing these slaves means that not only do we lose money, but it leaves the slaves without any money, home or food to feed themselves. What then, does she expect us to do then?” Hizdahr stayed silent as he attempted to think of an answer, but he didn’t have long before Razdal stood up.

“I must say, I’m surprised you’re even in allegiance with Daenerys Targaryen, Hizdahr zo Loraq,” Razdal spoke, beginning to walk around the masters. “Wasn’t she the one who had your father publicly crucified just a few months prior? And, if I’m not mistaken, wasn’t he one of the only Great Leaders to speak out against crucifixions?” Kiyara could see Hizdahr’s jaw subtly clench at the mention of his father’s death, so she decided it was best to step in.

“Queen Daenerys has recognized her mistake in Herrath zo Loraq’s ultimate death, but she had no information stating that he was, in fact, one of the few that were against the crucifixions of children. Slave children, I'd like to remind you. Hizdahr zo Loraq has already made peace with not only his father’s death, but Queen Daenerys’ error. Now, if you please-”

“Error?” Razdal repeated. “You’re saying the death of an innocent man was simply just an error?

“What I am saying,” she started, shooting him a pointed look. “Is that despite the fact that Herrath zo Loraq was innocent in the sense of crucifying slave children, he was still a Slavemaster. He still aided in capturing many people, women and children included, and forcing them into the slave trade. Her majesty is still justified in her reasons. And I believe it would do you good to not interrupt me, Razdal mo Eraz. I am your equal, not one of your slaves.” Her tone had a sharp edge to it by the end of her statement that could be heard by everyone.

Razdal raised a questioning eyebrow at her. She was well aware of what he was doing. He was trying to get a rise out of her, out of them, so that he could find their weak points. He wanted to know what would make her lose her temper, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. So, she straightened up a bit and clasped her hands in front of her.

“Queen Daenerys has already thought about both Paezahr zo Myraq and Yezzan zo Qazzag’s points, and she is more than willing to pay you what income you lose by setting these people free. And if your economy is entirely dependent on the slaves you own, then I’m afraid there’s a bigger issue here than the Queen’s options for you.” Yezzan stood rather suddenly, which almost made her take a step back.

“You would be very wise to watch your tongue girl,” he threatened, eyes narrowing at her.

“Calm yourself Yezzan,” Razdal soothed, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. The man in question huffed but nodded anyway, taking a seat once more.

“Good,” Razdal nodded once, then looked at their guests. “We will need some time to think it over, but we can give you an answer by sundown tomorrow. Until then you are free to explore the city, we will provide you with rooms for the night in my home.” Hizdahr nodded firmly.

“Very well. We thank you for your hospitality,” he responded politely. The three of them either bowed or curtsied one last time before finally walking out.

“He’s good,” Kiyara muttered once they were safely outside. “He almost got to me.” Neither of the men needed to ask who she was talking about. Razdal was the only one who attempted to break her.

“You did well in not letting it happen,” Hizdahr responded earnestly, which made her smile at him. The two of them stepped inside the carriage once more while Daario got in front. The carriage set off a minute later, following a Yunkai guard to the House of Eraz.

They didn’t leave the house once they arrived, instead settling into their rooms and changing into dinner attire, as it was nearing the end of the day. Just a few hours later, Razdal returned, Yezzan and Paezahr in tow.

“I do hope you don’t mind dining with all the masters,” Razdal spoke lightheartedly. Hizdahr grinned and shook his head.

“Not at all.” Kiyara wasn't so sure though. After that first meeting, she was sure she had enough of the Wise Masters to last the rest of the year. She didn’t say anything though, not wanting to ruin their chances.

Dinner was relatively painless. Kiyara made sure to thank the attending slaves after every course or when they refilled her drink. She even helped one woman when she dropped several utensils, ignoring the insult that Razdal threw at the obviously distressed slave. Not long after dinner, Kiyara chose to retire to her room for the night while the men stayed awake drinking.

She awoke the next morning right at sunrise, then got ready for the day immediately. Walking into the dining room, she noticed Daario and Hizdahr looking rather sluggish.

“I guess the Yunkaian wine is better than Meereen’s,” she teased as she took a seat. The men only groaned in response as several slaves walked out with plates of food in their hands, setting one in front of each guest.

“The Wise Masters instructed me to tell you that they had business to attend to, but they hope to see you in the Great Pyramid to tell you their decision when you are ready,” one woman, Arina, informed them. Neither Hizdahr nor Daario had much of a reaction, so Kiyara took it upon herself to respond.

“Thank you ma’am,” she answered with a kind smile.

“Is it true that Queen Daenerys wants to free us?” A younger girl, maybe 11 or 12, questioned from beside Daario, who sat across from Kiyara.

“Jaslyn,” another woman scolded gently before looking at Kiyara, panicked. “I’m so sorry, My Lady,” she started, but Kiyara held up a hand to stop her.

“Please, it’s okay,” she responded simply before looking at the younger girl with a patient smile. “And yes, that is what she hopes to do. Depending on what the Wise Masters say, you may be a free girl sooner than you think.” Jaslyn looked absolutely delighted about the news and Kiyara watched her practically run around the table. SHe barely had time to think before the girl practically threw her arms around the woman’s neck. She felt the air in the room become tense as the slaves stared at Jaslyn, horrified. Kiyara was quick to diffuse the tension by returning the girl’s hug. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Hizdahr grinning at her.

“Well, we must get back to work for the time being,” Arina spoke, pulling the little girl away. Jaslyn waved at Kiyara one last time before the slaves were out of sight, leaving the guests to their meals.

“I take it that you have finally come to a conclusion,” Hizdahr spoke as he, Daario and Kiyara walked into the Great Pyramid’s throne room. The Wise Masters were not on their thrones, but on the pedestal that the trio had stood on just yesterday. Kiyara was correct in assuming that it was so they did that on purpose, being at eye level with them in order to come off as more friendly.

“We have,” Paezahr responded proudly, watching Kiyara perk up.

“We do also have an inquiry about Lady Kiyara though,” Yezzen added, also looking at her. The girl furrowed her brows, feeling uneasy under the intense stare of all three masters.

“Whatever it is you want to ask, you can ask in front of us,” Daario answered coolly.

“Over the course of last night, we noticed a few distinct traits in Lady Kiyara,” Razdal started calmly.

“Such as?” Kiyara inquired, crossing her arms.

“Well, wisdom first of all,” the master stated. “You’ve shown the wisdom of a queen, as well as confidence. Not only that, but you’re eloquent, charismatic, and most of all, educated.” Daario huffed silently.

“Is this going somewhere?” Razdal nodded without looking at him, but at Hizdahr now.

“She’s tactical and considerably brave as well. If we can fit her into this deal, she just might do well as a wife to one of us,” Razdal spoke with a small smirk. “So what do you say?” He began reaching for the girl before waiting for an answer. Daario barely had time to pull out his sword before Hizdahr was standing in front of Kiyara with a protective arm out.

“Lady Kiyara is not, nor was she ever, part of this bargain. Even if she was, she is no slave to any master. We have given you your options, tell us your decision and we will be on our way,” he said firmly. Kiyara had never heard him talk so fiercely before, and she was silently flattered that she was the reason he did so. All three masters looked surprised by his outburst, Razdal was the first to compose himself.

“Very well then, onto our decision,” he spoke. Kiyara noted that he wasn’t as calm as he previously was. Hizdahr didn’t move a muscle while Paezahr and Yezzen composed themselves as well, so Kiyara rested a hand on his bicep to calm him. It seemed to work because his arm lowered a bit, but didn’t drop completely.

“After a prolonged discussion, we have agreed to Queen Daenerys’ emancipation plan. Yunkai will be governed by a council of freed slaves and former Masters as soon as she gets the word,” Yezzen informed them with a jovial smile. “We are even willing to submit our important decisions to Queen Daenerys for authorization.” Daario, Hizdahr and Kiyara shared a relieved look with each other, but they had no chance to say anything before Paezahr continued.

“However, we do have one condition,” he added. “In order to have our complete cooperation, we insist on having all the fighting pits reopened.” Upon noticing Kiyara’s hesitance, he continued. “Don’t fret too much child, all fighters will be free men who enter the arena willingly.”

“I’m afraid we have to run these conditions by her majesty before we set anything in stone,” Hizdahr responded. “I do hope you understand.” Almost any civility he had left had died in his words, which caused the girl behind him to squeeze his arm once more.

“Of course we do,” Razdal dismissed with a wave of his hand. “We expect to hear from you soon. Until then, I pray you have a safe trip home to Meereen.” The group said their goodbyes, then Daario, Hizdahr and Kiyara prepared to leave. The carriage left within the next half hour.

It was silent for a long time once the carriage left the gate of Yunkai. Kiyara could tell that Hizdahr was still upset about her treatment back at the pyramid. She hated long silences, so she had to say something.

“Thank you,” she muttered just loud enough for him to hear, which caused his gaze to move from his lap to her. “For defending me back there,” she continued. “I know I can’t do much to show it, but I truly appreciate it.” A small smile graced his face and he shrugged.

“I couldn’t stand to let them objectify you like that,” he responded simply. “It didn’t sit well with me, nor Daario as I saw.”

“Daario has always been like that,” the girl brushed off. “He can’t help but protect everyone. It made me feel better that you were there as well.” Hizdahr’s head tilted just a bit.

“Why’s that?” He inquired, curiosity dripping from his tone. Kiyara couldn’t stop the blush that crept from her neck to her cheeks.

“Well, I guess you could say that I’ve grown a certain fondness for you since you joined Queen Daenerys’ small council,” she admitted quietly. Hizdahr couldn’t hide his surprise, it was obvious to Kiyara. At least, it would be if she looked up from her lap. Her eyebrows shot up when she felt the man across from her stand and walk over to her. He took a seat beside her, then rested his hands in his lap.

“Well, then it’s lucky that I also happen to have that certain fondness for you,” he responded after a minute. Her eyes widened at his confession and she looked at him.

“Wait, really?” She questioned, looking bewildered. The man beside her chuckled and nodded.

“You enamored me from the first moment we met at the Temple of Graces,” he informed her. “I can’t get you out of my head. It seems so wrong-”

“But it feels so right?” She finished, looking at him knowingly. Hizdahr nodded, relieved that she understood.

“So, what do we do with this certain fondness?” She questioned softly. The nobleman hummed thoughtfully, then slowly took her hand. Kiyara stared at him with curious eyes, then without even realizing it, they began leaning towards each other. Their lips met in a passionate kiss and Hizdahr’s hand came up to cup her cheek. It felt like hours had passed when they pulled away, staring into each other’s eyes breathlessly.

“What happens now?” Kiyara asked once they were able to breathe properly. “Who knows what would happen if the queen found out.”

“I don’t mind meeting in secret, I’ll do anything it takes just so long as I can be with you,” Hizdahr muttered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Kiyara couldn’t help but grin at his words and she looked at him adoringly.

“Well, we still have two hours to spend together until we reach Meereen.”

“And I intend to make every second count,” Hizdahr spoke, pulling the girl close to him. Kiyara giggled and rested her head on his shoulder. They had a long journey from this moment on, but they were ready to tackle it together.

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Negotiate- Hizdahr zo Loraq x OC

Hizdahr zo Loraq x Kiyara Tallhart

Description: Kiyara is sent with Hizdahr and Daario to negotiate with the Wise Masters of Yunkai.

Word Count: 2k

“Ser Loraq, I need you to go to Yunkai and meet with the Wise Masters,” Daenerys instructed from her throne. “Tell them that they have two choices: they can either live in my new world and accept the abolition of slavery, or die in their old one at the hands of the Second Sons. If they accept the offer, they are welcome to Meereen. However, if they choose not to, Daario will send the Second Sons there within the next moon phase.”

“Of course, my Queen,” Hizdahr bowed his head respectfully before looking at her once more. “But, forgive me for asking, but why me?” Daenerys shot him a small, amused smile.

“Because you are the son of a Great Master,” she answered simply. “If they’ll listen to anyone, it’ll be you.”

“Yes, your majesty,” the man responded respectfully. Daenerys nodded at his obedience.

“Daario and Kiyara will be joining you to see that everything goes smoothly,” she informed him. “You leave in the morning, I suggest you pack. You may go, you as well Kiyara.” With one last bow to the woman, Hizdahr walked out with Kiyara following him.

The next morning, Kiyara awoke at sunrise and began packing her stuff into the back of the carriage. Daario greeted her politely and helped as much as he could before climbing onto the carriage with the coachman. Hizdahr joined them not long after and once Kiyara was helped into the carriage by the footman, he climbed in as well. After a few more soldiers lined up around the carriage for protection, Daario called out that they were leaving. Daenerys came up to the window with a small smile.

“For luck in your journey to Yunkai,” she explained as she held up a silver brooch pin with three dragon heads facing away from each other at the top. Kiyara recognized it immediately, she had never seen Daenerys without it since she had started working for her.

“My Queen, are you sure?” She asked softly, examining the pin carefully.

“Positive,” Daenerys answered without hesitation. Kiyara finally nodded then leaned forward, allowing the woman to pin the brooch on her dress next to her left shoulder.

“Thank you, your majesty,” the girl muttered sincerely, earning a nod from Daenerys before she called for them to leave. Without any other word, the carriage was off.

It was silent for the first hour of the trip. They still had another two hours to go before they arrived at Yunkai, and there had been a question burning in Kiyara’s mind. They were alone, this was the perfect time to ask. So she did.

“Do you think the Wise Masters will want to meet with you?” Kiyara questioned softly. Hizdahr looked at her, surprised. He hadn’t expected her to talk to him much on this trip, let alone as a question like that. It made him think.

“I don’t know,” he finally answered.

“I mean...I guess it was a foolish question,” the girl muttered. “Your father was a Great Leader not that long ago. I don’t know how that should change now.” Hizdahr finally looked at her for the first time this entire trip.

“My father was a good man in the eyes of most, but I haven’t spoken to any of the leaders since he died. He spoke out against many of the leaders’ beliefs, as you may remember.” Kiyara nodded, harkening back to when she met Hizdahr and he spoke of how his father spoke out against many of the motions of the Great Leaders.

“Of course that would cause some tension, as if it would with anyone,” she responded. “But I highly doubt that they’d hold grudges against...those who aren’t with us anymore.” The nobleman couldn’t help but smile at her choice of words.

“It’s okay Kiyara, you can say it. He’s dead.” Kiyara nodded shyly then placed her hands in her lap.

“What do you think they’ll say to Queen Daenerys’ proposition?”

“Well, we can only hope that they’ll take it,” he breathed out. “You heard what would happen if they decline it. I may not know the leaders as well as I did before the Queen’s takeover but that doesn’t mean I want to see them die as my father did. I do have a heart.” Kiyara could tell that he was becoming tense, so she decided to diffuse the conversation.

“I never said you didn’t,” she pointed out softly, which made him sigh.

“I know, but the Queen seems to think that because I’m the son of a Great Leader, I still must hold their beliefs behind some sort of mask that leaves when she’s not around,” he muttered before leaning back in his seat. “I’m sorry for my aggression.” Kiyara smiled patiently then brushed it off.

“I hold no ill will, I would just suggest you calm by the time we arrive so as to not cause agitation first thing. We must show them that we’re willing to cooperate as long as they are. I have the same goal as you: cause the least amount of fatalities possible.” Hizdahr nodded then smiled amusedly.

“You sound like a very astute ambassador, are you sure you even need me?” He teased, which made Kiyara giggle.

“I’m afraid that the Wise Masters wouldn’t listen to a woman not in power. I guess I do need you,” she half joked. Hzdahr’s grin turned bittersweet, recognizing the truth in her words. He never liked how women of any kind were treated, they were a lot more intelligent than many men take them for. But there wasn’t much he could do about it.

“Well, with you by my side, I’m positive that we’ll convince the Wise Masters to see the light,” he responded optimistically.

“I certainly hope so,” Kiyara spoke, attempting to mimic his enthusiasm, before looking out the window once more.

They continued to talk about other things to make the ride go by quicker. It was a pleasant conversation, now that they weren’t in front of any nobles or royals, they were able to talk freely. Hizdahr thought this would be a great time to tell her about the Wise Masters that they would be meeting.

There was Razdal mo Eraz, of the House of Eraz. He was the leading representative of Yunkai, and he was shrewd and politically savvy. A reserved, calculating man, he is capable of being polite when it is politically expedient. Rather than having emotional outbursts like many others while making threats, Razdal is more subdued, making calculated negotiation tactics. The best way to get close to him is to play his game with wit and intellect.

Next was Yezzan zo Qaggaz, the leader of the House of Qaggaz. He was the representative of Astapor, a neighboring city on the coast of Slaver’s Bay. He was a slaver who owned one of the lesser fighting pits as well as purchased and trained pit fighters. Yezzan was a proud, braggart man, so their best course of action for him was to play into his pride and get on his good side.

Finally, there was Paezhar zo Myraq of the House of Myraq. What he lacks in height (being only 5 ft, considered short amongst other leaders), he makes up for with his armies. All of his soldiers are enslaved men ranging from seven to almost eight feet tall, which means they can easily overpower just about anyone. He’s temperamental, which meant they’d have to keep him calm in order to discuss business.

When they finally arrived in Yunkai, they went back to silence as the two of them mentally prepared for whatever was to come of this trip. The explanations were easy enough to Kiyara, yet she still couldn’t help but worry about the potential clashing of the Wise Masters’ personalities during their meeting. Stressful times are often a great showcase of one's character.

She had no time to think about it much as she heard Daario call up to the guards who stood at the gate of Yunkai. They were let in with ease and Kiyara closed her eyes in order to even out any last second nerves she had.

Upon stopping in front of the Great Pyramid where the Wise Masters were meeting, Daario hopped down from the carriage and opened the door. Hizdahr was the first one out, and he held out his hand for Kiyara. The girl stepped out with his help then looked around, suppressing a grimace at the slaves that walked around them. Hizdahr must have noticed the girl’s discomfort at the sight around them because he leaned down to whisper into her ear.

“Remember, we’re doing this in hopes of freeing these people,” he reminded her before straightening up and holding out his arm. She gave him a subtle nod before linking her arm in his. With one more deep breath, they walked up the steps of the pyramid in unison. Kiyara took several deep breaths while they waited for the presenter to announce them to the Wise Masters.

“Presenting, Hizdahr zo Loraq, representing Meereen under Queen Daenerys’ rule,” the man called to the three men. Hizdahr, Kiyara and Daario took that as their cue to walk in, so they followed the path into the throne room.

The three masters sat in three different thrones with at least two slaves surrounding each one. Once the trio entered though, the masters all stood as a sign of respect. It was easy for Kiyara to spot which one was Paezhar zo Myraq, not only was he the shortest compared to the others, but the slaves surrounding him were at least seven foot. It took Kiyara another minute to recognize which was Razdal mo Eraz and which was Yezzan zo Qaggaz. Going off the information she previously received, she recognized Razdal was the taller one staring at them with a calculated gaze. Yezzan was the slightly shorter one that was smiling jovially at them. Kiyara silently reminded herself to not say the wrong thing to him. Once they arrived at the pedestal in front of the masters, Hizdahr unlinked his arm from Kiyara’s in order to bow respectfully.

“Wise Masters, it is an honor to be acquainted with your presence once again,” he greeted formally.

“You as well, hizdahr zo Loraq, I believe I speak for all of us when I say it has been too long,” Paezhar spoke for the three of them, the other two nodding in agreement. The masters sat once more, which was Hizdahr’s cue to stand straight again. He then gestured to Kiyara and Daario, who stood to his right.

“I have with me Daario Neharis, lieutenant of the Second Sons army under the rule of her majesty Queen Daenerys.” After he finished speaking, Daario bowed respectfully.

“Pleasure to meet you, my lords,” he spoke civilly, but Kiyara could hear a small tone of strain laced in his voice. The masters said nothing, but the girl noticed Razdal’s chin lift just a bit. She then remembered Daario mentioning something about meeting the master briefly when Daenerys was camped outside of Yunkai. Though she hadn’t been there to witness it, she was well aware of the tension between Razdal and Daenerys and Daario after their encounter.

“I also have Lady Kiyara Tallhart, her majesty’s most trusted advisor and close friend,” Hizdahr continued. At her cue, Kiyara lifted her dress just a bit so she could curtsy fluidly, bowing her head courteously.

“It is a great honor to meet you, Wise Masters,” she greeted evenly, lifting her head once more. She tried not to show her surprise when she realized that all three masters were staring at her intently. It was mostly in interest, but she could definitely tell that they hadn’t seen a woman in such nice clothes that wasn’t royalty or nobility.

“The pleasure is all ours,” Yezzan responded, and Kiyara tried not to think too much into the potential double entendre of his words, instead offering him a polite smile.

“Well, you three have traveled a long way, so whatever you wish to speak about must be important,” Yezzan continued. “So, what is it you want?” Kiyara took a slight step back to silently inform them that Hizdahr was the main speaker, she was only a secondary. Daario stood behind the both of them in case things went awry (though they hoped it wouldn’t come to that). Hizdahr cleared his throat and, without further ado, began speaking.

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Where is Home? Part 3- Hizdahr zo Loraq x OC

Hizdahr zo Loraq x Kiyara Tallhart

Description: Hizdahr and Kiyara must now find an answer to their question: is their home in Meereen or Gylladhor?

Word Count: 2.2k

It took a lot of explaining to Hizdahr’s family. They had to go through everything that had happened since the leaders of the Great Families were taken into custody in full detail. That meant talking about the leader that was killed in the catacombs (Hizdahr’s mother, who Kiyara learned was named Aracel, expressed her sympathy for having to see something so horrible), Hizdahr becoming betrothed to the queen (Hegar nearly spit out his drink at that), to the day of the attack (where Aracel told her side of figuring out what happened to her son via Ser Daario), Kiyara using Nediss to get Hizdahr to safety (she apologized profusely about basically entering their home illegally and taking money, but Aracel laughed it off), arriving at Gylladhor and passing out, then the two waking up and deciding to stay there for the unforeseeable future. 

“Well,” Aracel finally spoke. “It seems like you two have been through a lot together.” Kiyara nodded as her husband took her hand yet again. 

“We have,” Hizdahr agreed with a nod. 

“What brings you guys back here then?” Grahar asked, followed by Aracel scolding him for asking so impolitely. 

“With the Sons of Harpy gone, we wanted to come back to Meereen and see if this was something we wanted to be a part of,” Hizdahr explained. “We stay for three days and on the third day we make a decision. It seems like we came just in time for the festivities.” Grahar nodded, looking excited. 

“Well, the Nobles’ feast should be starting soon, would you like to accompany us back to the temple?” Kiyara offered. “It could give you four time to catch up and us time to get to know each other.” Aracel smiled kindly at her and nodded, standing from the couch once again. 

“I think that’s a wonderful idea. Boys, go grab what you need and meet us outside,” she instructed her younger sons, who nodded and walked out in unison. 

“It’s been strange living without slaves anymore after Queen Daenerys freed everyone,” Aracel commented while she as well as Kiyara and Hizdahr walked out to their wagon. 

"I’m sure your past workers appreciate your cooperation with this new emancipation,” Kiyara responded smoothly. Hizdahr helped his mother up then Kiyara before getting in himself. It didn’t take Hegar and Grahar long to join them and with a flick of the reins, the family began their journey back to the Temple of Graces. 

On the way there, they truly did learn a lot about each other. Kiyara learned that Hegar was the oldest after Hizdahr and Grahar was the youngest. She also learned about the boy’s father, Herrath and all his oppositions to the crucifixions as well as having child slaves in the first place. 

“He kept those beliefs until his dying day,” Aracel finished softly. 

“Do you hold ill will against Queen Daenerys?” Kiyara inquired curiously. 

“Father used to say that you can tell who the wisest man is by the way he holds grudges,” Grahar responded. “The unwise man will hold grudges over the smallest things, but the unwise man will forgive easily.” Kiyara’s eyebrows raised a bit, but she could find no lie in his words. 

“Sounds like your father was one of those wise men.” Aracel smiled at that, and then the conversation switched to them learning about Kiyara. She told them about how Dothraki pillaged their village, killing her parents in the process. Daenerys took pity on the girl and begged her husband the Dothraki Khalasar, Khal Drago to spare her and let her come with them. He agreed reluctantly and she began her unofficial handmaiden until the attack of the Sons of Harpy in Meereen. 

“Well, you can definitely say for certain that your parents raised a lovely girl. They’d be proud of you if they saw you now,” Aracel spoke once the girl finished. Kiyara couldn’t help but smile and thank her. 

They finally arrived at the temple as it neared sundown. There were several carriages already there, signaling that some of the Great Families were already there. They walked in as a unit and were announced as usual. Daenerys saved them all a seat beside her at the head of the table. Kiyara didn’t say anything, but she knew that it had been on purpose. The feast had been a success, there was lots of food, talking, laughter, and the atmosphere was just one that you couldn’t help but want to be a part of. 

Afterwards, everyone walked in unison to the square to join in the others in celebration. The air was filled with even more talking and laughter, this time there was music to fill in the blank spaces. Kiyara had been talking with Missandei when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and saw her husband. He grinned and held his hand out for her as the band began playing a different song. After excusing herself from her friend, Kiyara took his hand and followed him to where couples had been dancing. And, without need for another word, they danced in unison with everyone else. They danced the night away, only taking a few breaks in between. 

The next day they woke up exhausted. As tempted as they were to just stay in bed, they did have a deal to uphold. After eating breakfast, they took a ride around the town with Daenerys and Daario, where they made pleasant conversation (though Hizdahr and Daario didn’t talk to each other much). Daenerys showed them the old fighting pits that had been turned into memorials for the enslaved dead. Afterwards they went to Aracel’s home for tea and more catching up. At some point they took a trip to visit Herrath’s grave. It was an emotional moment for them, but a happy one overall. They stayed at Aracel’s house for dinner then all of them went to the town for the second night of the festival. Yet again, Hizdahr pulled his wife into the crowd of dancing people and they danced until the celebration was over. 

On the third day, Hizdahr and Kiyara decided to just walk around and talk to the townspeople. Hizdahr said it would be the best way to get a feel of what it would be like to live there. They agreed that once they finished their walk, they’d go to separate rooms and think over their decision then come together and decide. And that’s just what they did. 

While Hizdahr stayed in their room, Kiyara went to her old room and sat on the bed as she contemplated her options. The people they met and talked to seemed like wonderful people. And Meereen looked and felt like a wonderful place to live, she couldn’t deny that. Yet, there was still something keeping her tied to Gylladhor. Maybe it was the fact that Meereen previously held so many bad memories for her, or maybe it was because they’d already built a life that they were happy with in Gylladhor, but she knew she couldn’t stay here. Her home was in Gylladhor, and that’s where she wanted to be. 

She finally arrived back at their room, and just as she lifted her hand to knock, Hizdahr opened it. Both of them were surprised, but Hizdahr was the first to laugh. 

“I was just about to come look for you,” he spoke gently. 

“I take it that means you’ve made your choice then?” Kiyara inquired. The man nodded and invited her inside. They sat on the bed beside one another. 

You go first,” she instructed gently. Hizdahr nodded slowly then looked down. 

“Meereen truly is a beautiful place, I seemed to have forgotten that when living in Gylladhor,” he started, which made her nod. “It’s an amazing city with amazing people. I remember growing up and having to get used to that more often than not. I may be biased, but I think Meereen is quite possibly one of the best places to live.” 

“I agree,” Kiyara responded, almost losing hope if she hadn’t noticed something in his eyes. “But?” She prompted. 

“But,” he repeated, breathing out heavily. “It’s not the place for us. Meereen may be a great city to live in, but Gylladhor is better. It doesn’t matter if you mess something up, because the people are so forgiving. When I’m there I don’t feel like the ‘Noble Hizdahr zo Loraq, scion of the House of Loraq,’ I feel like Hizdahr. It’s much easier there and honestly, after all we’ve been through, we deserve easier. I think I want to stay in Gylladhor,” he concluded. A bright smile made its way onto her face and without warning she practically tackled him in a hug. She felt his chest rumble as he laughed. 

“I take it you feel the same way?” He teased, which made her laugh as well. 

“I do,” she responded softly. “Gylladhor is our home.” Hizdahr smiled and pressed a loving kiss to her lips. 

             The next morning they told both Daenerys and the Loraq clan of their decision to stay in Gylladhor. Though they had been a bit saddened to hear they wouldn’t be staying, they understood. As Aracel hugged the two of them, she mumbled something into their ears. 

“I knew you wouldn’t want to stay here,” she informed them. Hizdahr pulled away, surprise on his face. 

“What? How?” He questioned, baffled. Aracel gave him a kind smile. 

“Because I know true love when I see it. You two would follow each other to the ends of the earth so the other could be happy. I doubt you could have found that here.” Kiyara smiled at her explanation, Hizdahr doing the same after a minute because they both knew she was right. 

They returned to Gylladhor that night, where just about everyone had been waiting to greet them and ask about the trip. Hizdahr watched Kiyara talk with everyone and answer their questions. She looked much more at peace here. That’s what made him realize that he made the right choice. Their home is in Gylladhor.

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Where is Home? Part 2- Hizdahr zo Loraq x OC

Hizdahr zo Loraq x Kiyara Tallhart

Description: Hizdahr and Kiyara arrive in Meereen to see how things have changed, and Kiyara meets three people she hadn’t expected to. 

Word Count: 2k

That very day, Kiyara sent a letter to Daenerys, stating what was happening and how long they’d be staying so she was aware of the situation. After that she and Hizdahr began packing for the trip. Though he hadn’t said anything, she could tell Hizdahr was happy about the prospect of going back to his hometown. She couldn’t blame him of course, he had left many people without so much as a goodbye. If they were not staying for good, it was at least nice for him to wish them a proper farewell. 

A few days later they rode the almost full day back to Meereen via horse-pulled wagon. Kiyara ended up sleeping through most of it, but Hizdahr was kind enough to wake her shortly before they arrived at the large gateway, stopping the horses a reasonable distance away. 

“Who goes there?” An Unsullied called down firmly from his place atop the gate. Hizdahr took Kiyara’s hand and they stood in unison. 

“The Noble Hizdahr zo Loraq, scion of the House of Loraq and son of one of the Great Masters. I bring my wife, Kiyara zo Loraq,” he responded loud enough for the soldier to hear. “We are here on behalf of her majesty, Queen Daenerys, who personally invited us.” Upon hearing their names, the Unsullied nodded to another soldier, who in turn began turning the cogs to open the doors to the city. It was safe to guess that the Unsullied had previously been informed of their arrival by Daenerys. The couple took their seats once more and the horse continued on its way to the Temple of Graces, where Kiyara had stayed with Daenerys while living in Meereen. 

It took them a bit longer than they anticipated, almost half an hour at most. The streets were practically filled with people talking happily with each other and some even dancing to a band that played by the street. It brought a smile to both Kiyara and Hizdahr’s faces, the air of happiness and relief was nice after the tragedy that struck it almost a year ago. 

When they arrived at the temple, it didn’t take much time to hand their horse and carriage to the stable boy then head inside. Once there they informed the presenter who they were and what they were here for before following her to where the throne room was. Kiyara linked their arms together as they waited outside the room for the presenter to do his job, and Hizdahr offered her a sweet smile in response. 

“Presenting: the Noble Hizdahr zo Loraq and his wife Kiyara zo Loraq,” the presenter called, which prompted them to stride in with their heads held high. 

Daenerys sat on the throne, which gave Kiyara a sense of deja vu from when she first met her husband. To her left was Missandei, hands clasped together in front of her. On her right sat Tyrion Lannister, and on the other side of him stood Daario with his hands behind his back dutifully. 

“Your majesty,” Hizdahr greeted. “It is an honor to see you once again.” After speaking, he bowed to Daenerys then glanced at Kiyara. The woman curtsied, not knowing how the queen was feeling.  

“Yes, Queen Daenerys. It has been too long,” she added formally. Daenerys kept her cool exterior for just one second more before a smile broke out onto her face and she stood. 

“Come here,” she instructed with a small laugh. A smile appeared on Kiyara’s face almost instantly and she let go of her husband's arm to practically run up the stairs to the throne. Both girls giggled while Daenerys’ arms opened just in time to catch her dear friend in a hug. The sight brought a smile to everyone’s faces and Hizdahr watched them with an adoring look. 

“I wasn’t kidding when I said that it has been too long,” Kiyara muttered into her friend’s ear, which made Daenerys laugh once more. 

"Way too long,” she agreed before pulling away to look at her. “Now, did I hear that right? The Noble Hizdahr zo Loraq and his wife?” Kiyara couldn’t help but blush at the teasing tone in her voice but nodded anyway. 

“Yes, wife. We married not long after receiving help for our wounds,” she explained gingerly, glancing at her husband with a small smile that he returned. Daenerys didn’t miss the look they shared and her smile widened. 

“Then I see you have fulfilled your part of our deal,” she responded simply, referring to their deal they had made when the Sons of Harpy attacked.

“I have, and I don't think it can get better than this,” Kiyara spoke before holding a hand out for Hizdahr. Said man took that as his invitation to walk up the stairs and stop right beside his wife. Daenerys stared at him with a sad smile then took a deep breath. 

“There is something I must say before we move any further. Hizdahr, I told you many moons ago that it takes courage to admit a mistake. Yet again I was wrong about you. Last year I acted like a fool, believing you to be in alliance with the Sons of Harpy,” she spoke, making Kiyara’s eyes widen. “It wasn’t until I saw you almost brutally killed that I realized my mistake. I was almost too late to notice it if it hadn’t been for Kiyara. Now, all I have been left with is guilt over my past theories. For that you have my deepest and sincerest apologies.” Kiyara could tell that Hizdahr was also surprised at her words, though he didn’t outwardly show it. She looked around, noticing the others also wore guilty expressions, which told her that they probably also felt the same. She looked at Hizdahr once more after his shoulders squared a bit and he exhaled softly. 

“What’s done is done. You have seen the light, therefore I do not fault you. It was a stressful time for us all, but I believe it was more for you than anyone else,” he responded coolly. Daenerys let out a breath she hadn’t even realized she was holding and gave him a grateful smile. 

“Now that that’s out of the way, I must say that I’m so glad you are here, you’re just in time for the festival.”  

“Festival?” Hizdahr repeated as the three of them began walking down the stairs in unison. The queen nodded. 

“With the Sons of Harpy finally being rid of, the people of Meereen want to celebrate the relief they feel. So they have decided to have a festival in honor of our victory,” she explained as they walked down one of the many corridors of the temple. “Tonight there will be a great feast around the town, but the Nobles will be dining here in the temple with us. After that we will all go to the square and enjoy the celebration.”

“That sounds wonderful,” Kiyara chirped, looking rather excited about the event. Daenerys smiled at her enthusiasm then stopped in front of a large bedroom. 

“You two will be staying here,” she explained, opening the door for them. “I imagine you’d like to rest after such a long trip.”

“Actually,” Hizdahr responded, catching both girl’s attention. “There’s somewhere we must go before the celebration. If you don’t mind, that is.” 

“Of course not,” Daenerys answered with a kind smile. “Go where you please, the city is free to all.” After a quick goodbye and a wardrobe change into something more presentable, the couple had a small talk with one of the staff of where to put their things then Hizdahr led Kiyara back to the stables. 

“Where are we going, my sun?” The girl questioned curiously as he helped her into the wagon. Hizdahr smiled patiently then climbed in beside her, taking the reins. 

“That is a surprise, my star.” He left no room for discussion as he lightly snapped the reins, making the horse start trotting down the road. 

Just an hour later Kiyara found herself standing in front of a lavish and very familiar looking house. 

“Are you ready?” Hizdahr inquired from beside her. She glanced at him then nodded, breathing out a deep breath and hoping she was right. With one more nod, Hizdahr lifted his hand and grabbed the knocker on the front door, slamming it into the door loud enough for it to echo three times. Less than a minute later, the door opened, revealing a boy who didn’t look much younger than them. His eyes widened at the sight of the couple, but his eyes seemed to be trained on one in particular. 

“Hizdahr,” the boy breathed out, shocked. The man in question grinned widely. 

“Hegar,” he greeted, sounding like he was containing his excitement. He then looked at Kiyara. 

             “Kiyara, meet my brother, Hegar.” Kiyara’s eyes widened and her head snapped back to the boy in front of them. Oh Gods, maybe she wasn’t ready after all. Unfortunately, it was too late to turn back now as Hizdahr stepped forward and embraced his younger brother tightly. The boy was quick to return the hug, and they stayed that way for a few minutes before Hizdahr pulled away and took his wife’s hand. 

“Is mum here?” He inquired hopefully. Hegar nodded vigorously then opened the door wider for them. 

“Please, come in. She’ll be so excited that you’re here,” he spoke, prompting the couple to oblige. “Who is this?” He asked, curious eyes gazing at Kiyara. 

“I think it’s best if I tell you three at the same time,” Hizdahr responded coolly. Hegar nodded and straightened a bit. 

“Right. This way,” he instructed before leading them down the hallway. As they walked, Kiyara took the time to admire the decor. Last time she was here, she didn’t have time to do so, considering that the man beside her was quite literally bleeding to death. It was gorgeous, she realized. Gold, indigo and jade seemed to be the main color scheme. It matched Hizdahr and Hegar’s styles perfectly. Paintings hung along the wall that Kiyara would have to go back to in order to truly appreciate them, but they looked beautiful nonetheless. Finally they approached a large doorway and Hegar glanced back at the couple once more before opening it just enough to let himself inside. 

“Mother, we have some guests that would like to see you and Grahar,” he informed her, doing wonderfully at keeping his voice even. Kiyara and Hizdahr listened through the door as a woman spoke. 

“Oh? Send them in, then,” the woman spoke. Just a second later Hegar opened the door once again and allowed the two to enter. Once inside, Kiyara noticed a woman sitting on the main couch who seemed to be embroidering a piece of fabric. In a chair nearby sat a boy who looked just a bit younger than Hegar who had been playing chess with himself before Hegar had walked in. She stood still beside Hizdahr as the woman suddenly gasped upon looking up. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her husband smiling at the woman. 

“Hello mother,” he greeted softly, unlinking his arm from Kiyara’s and beginning to walk over to her. The woman stood and met him halfway, a small sob leaving her lips as they embraced. Kiyara couldn’t help but smile as the unknown boy stood as well and walked over to join in the hug, Hegar joining in as well a moment later. Her hands clasped in front of her and she attempted not to tear up at the sight in front of her. 

“Oh, you’re okay,” the woman breathed out relieved, pulling away to cup her son’s face. “I was so worried about you.”

“I’m sorry mother,” Hizdahr responded sincerely. “It took a long time for me to heal, I haven’t really gotten the chance to send a letter to you.” 

“Water under the bridge,” she laughed softly and shook her head, placing a kiss on his cheek. She finally took notice of Kiyara upon pulling away and she faced her fully. 

“Who is this?” She inquired, and Kiyara had to hold back a smile at just how much she sounded like Hegar in that moment. Hizdahr grinned and beckoned Kiyara forward. The girl hesitated for just a second before doing as he said. He took her hand in his then faced his mother once more. 

“Mother, Hegar, Grahar, meet Kiyara. She is my wife.” 

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Where is Home?- Hizdahr zo Loraq x OC

Hizdahr zo Loraq x Kiyara Tallhart

Description: Kiyara receives a letter from Daenerys stating that the Sons of Harpy have been vanquished for good and invites her to return for good. This leads both her and Hizdahr to question where their home lies. 

Word Count: 1.9k

Kiyara stood from her chair with a start. Outside, she could hear gasps and screams of surprise followed by a familiar roar and the flapping of large wings. Quickly setting her book down, she practically ran outside to see what was going on. She was more than surprised when she arrived in the town square. Nediss, the dragon that had flown her and Hizdahr to safety after the Sons of Harpy attacked one of Meereen’s fighting pits, had just landed on the ground and was waving his head around, seemingly looking for something - or rather - someone. 

As soon as the dragon’s eyes landed on Kiyara, he began making his way over to her. The townspeople moved out of his way hurriedly, afraid of what he was planning. But Kiyara stayed still, she’d been around Daenerys’ dragons more than long enough to know the signs of malice, and Nediss showed none of them. He stopped right in front of her then bowed his head. Kiyara lifted a hand to pet his scales. 

“What are you doing here?” She questioned softly, resting her forehead against his scaled head. The townspeople watched in awe as Nediss pulled away and turned his head a bit, showing a rolled up piece of parchment attached to his chained collar that sat near the base of his neck. Kiyara’s eyebrows knit together in confusion and after making sure it was okay with Nediss, she reached for the parchment. She shot him a quick thank you then unrolled the paper. 

Dearest Kiyara, 

             I am writing to you today with some very good news. Thanks to Tyrion Lannister and Daario’s efforts, the Sons of Harpy have finally been vanquished from Meereen. The town is once again safe for all, including you and Hizdahr zo Loraq if you so please. I have returned to Meereen for the time being to conclude some unfinished business and would be honored to see you once again. I truly do hope to see you again and eagerly await your response. 

Your dear friend,

Queen Daenerys Targaryen 

Kiyara stood there shocked upon reading the letter. Could it be true? Could the Sons of Harpy really be gone for good? 

“Kiyara,” she heard Meralith warn softly, which made her look up once more. Nediss was sniffing around the butcher’s shop, eager for some food. 

 “Bona iksos enough, Nediss (That is enough, Nediss),” Kiyara instructed firmly. She spoke in Valyrian, something she hadn’t done in nearly a year since they had arrived at Gylladhor. 

 “You know this dragon?” Josion, who stood beside his wife, asked curiously. Kiyara nodded, looking at him. 

“He is a dear friend’s pet. He’s the one who brought Hizdahr and I here,” she explained. 

“I thought a wagon brought you to Gylladhor,” Meralith pointed out. Kiyara sighed softly then looked away. 

“I did not want to scare any of you away, not when we were in dire need of help. I hope you understand.” 

“Of course we do,” the tavern owner, Keb, responded kindly. “So long as that dragon doesn’t try to make a meal out of us.” 

“He’s friendly,” she alleviated their worries. “He’s just hungry from the long flight,” she paused to look at Ryak, the local butcher. “So you have sheep meat?” Ryak laughed softly and nodded, leading her inside to get some. She paid for the meat then led Nediss to her home as everyone went about their business once more. She then fed Nediss before sending him on his way. 

For the next hour or so, Kiyara read the letter over and over again. Her mind was reeling with questions. What did this mean for Meereen? What did this mean for her and Hizdahr? Would her husband want to go back? Did she want to go back? 

“I didn’t realize I slept in so late,” Hizdahr’s voice came from behind her. A small smile appeared on her face and she turned her head to look at him. 

“You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn’t have the heart to wake you up,” she explained softly. “Seems like it did you some good.” 

“That it did,” he agreed as he walked over to her, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head shortly before noticing the now re-rolled parchment in her hand. “What’s this?” He inquired. 

“See for yourself,” Kiyara responded softly, holding out the letter for him. Their fingers brushed together as he gingerly took it, which gave her some semblance of comfort. She watched him unroll the parchment and his eyes scan over the letter. His eyes widened upon finishing it, much like how she did, and he looked at her. 

“This is real?” He inquired, a hint of urgency in his tone. 

“It would seem so,” she answered simply, but Hizdahr could tell there was something lurking behind her otherwise nonchalant expression. He took a seat beside her and leaned forward. 

“What is it?” He questioned softly, resting a hand over hers as they sat in her lap. Kiyara didn’t answer at first, not wanting to ruin the happy news. But she understood that Hizdahr would find out either way and she might as well just get it out into the open. 

“Do you want to return to Meereen?” She asked in response. Hizdahr’s eyebrows shot up and he stayed silent for a rather long time. 

“I don’t know,” he finally answered, still looking like he was deep in thought. A patient smile slipped onto her and she moved one hand from under his to gently grab his arm to get his attention. 

“Why don’t you give it some thought then come back to me when you have an answer,” she suggested tenderly. Hizdahr grinned at her in thanks then silently stood, walking back to their shared bedroom. 

Dinner was silent that night, the both of them too lost in thought to speak to one another. Kiyara had already made up her mind, she didn’t want to return to Meereen. Aside from the year that she spent there, she had no attachments to the city. Besides, she was happy where she was. They were surrounded by people who liked them, they had a roof over their heads, food on the table, and were never bored. She had no problem living without luxury since she had done so before Daenerys came along. The only problem was that she didn’t know if her husband felt the same way. 

Her husband, on the other hand, was emotionally conflicted between his choices. The answer seemed obvious at first, of course he would want to return to the place he called home for a little over twenty years. His family was there, his mother and brothers Hegar and Grahar. So were his old friends. But then he continued to think about it. Going back to Meereen meant leaving Gylladhor, leaving all the new friends they’d come to make, leaving behind the house they built and made a home out of. It meant leaving behind the life that his wife loved. He knew that she would follow him to the ends of the earth if he wanted to go there, but did he really want to make her leave their new life behind for his sake?

While Kiyara slept peacefully beside him, Hizdahr didn’t actually sleep much that night. His mind continued to weigh his options, finding pros and cons in both of them. There were several times when he would just stare at Kiyara’s sleeping form. A caring smile developed on his face when he cupped a gentle hand on her cheek followed by her leaning into it subconsciously. 

When he awoke the next morning, it was nearly midday. He sat up in bed, groggily rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Kiyara’s side of the bed was empty, but he wasn’t surprised. The girl never liked staying in bed once awake as she falls asleep rather easily and would be difficult to get up. And she would prefer not to sleep all day. Despite all his debating last night, Hizdahr still could not come to a conclusion, and he continued to think it over as he got dressed and made his way to the kitchen where he smelled something cooking. 

“There you are,” Kiyara greeted upon hearing him walk in. “I was just about to go wake you up for lunch. You slept heavily this morning.” As she talked, she walked over to him then kissed his cheek after finishing. Though she didn’t say anything, Hizdahr could tell that yesterday’s conversation was still running through her head. She would want an answer soon, but that would come in a minute. He shot her a charming grin and leaned one hand on the counter beside them. 

“I’m sorry, my darling. With such a beautiful creature laying next to me, it was difficult to close my eyes,” he responded. Kiyara blushed and looked away shyly, which made Hizdahr’s smile widen. He loved getting that sort of reaction out of her. 

“Such a flirt,” Kiyara teased, walking back to the stove. “I’m making sweet pumpkin stew for lunch, how does that sound?” She nearly jumped when her husband’s arms wrapped around her from behind and his chin lowered to her shoulder, his lips just inches from her ear. 

“I’d much rather prefer you,” he teased quietly. Kiyara gasped then turned to smack him away. 

“Such a naughty tongue, zo Loraq,” she joked, though he didn’t miss the blush on her face yet again. “Go sit down,” she instructed before he could say anything, pointing to the table. 

“Yes, my queen,” he responded dutifully, moving to take a seat at the table. Just moments later, Kiyara set a bowl of steaming soup in front of him before sitting in the seat across from him. For a small while, it was silent as they ate. Kiyara thought it would be like dinner the previous night, but then Hizdahr spoke. 

“I believe I’ve made a decision,” he finally informed her, which made her look at him. He could see curiosity swimming in her eyes. 

“About Meereen, I mean,” he elaborated. “Well, sort of. I have a proposal.” Kiyara raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Oh? And what is this proposal?” She inquired, setting her spoon down

“We return to Meereen,” he started slowly, continuing when her eyes widened. “For just a visit. Just to see how things are now. We stay for three days, then on the final day we decide if it is something we want to be part of. If so, then we gather our things and move back. If not, then we stay here to live out the rest of our lives. No matter what, we stay together, like always. We’re in this together no matter what.” Kiyara stayed silent as he explained his offer. She hummed thoughtfully, seemingly staring off into nothing for a few minutes, before finally looking at him. 

“Sounds fair to me. I’m willing to give Meereen a shot if you are,” she responded softly. 

“Are you sure?” He asked seriously. “If you’d rather just stay here then we can. Your opinion is just as important as mine.” Kiyara smiled at his thoughtfulness. 

“I’m sure, my love. Like you said,” she reached over the table to take his hand. “We are in this together. No matter what.” Hizdahr nodded with a wide smile and squeezed her hand affectionately. 

“I guess we have some packing to do then,” he stated, making her laugh before going back to her soup.

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Safe, For Now Part 3- Hizdahr zo Loraq x OC

Hizdahr zo Loraq x Kiyara Tallhart

Description: The couple arrives in Gylladhor shortly before Kiyara passes out. When she wakes up, all she can do is explore the town and wait for Hizdahr to wake up.

Word Count: 2.2k

Kiyara only allowed one stop before they left Meereen for good. If the Sons of Harpy were willing to openly attack the queen and kill multiple innocents, it was almost certain that they could and would invade people’s homes, so she had to make this quick. She went to Hizdahr’s home, grabbing as much as she could as quickly as she could. The man was passed out by the time she returned to Nediss, which meant it was time to go. They rode for what felt like hours, but finally landed near a town. Nediss reached the ground by the town’s sign, later learning that it was called Gylladhor.

“Thank you for your help, Nediss.” Kiyara petted the dragon gratefully. “Go find your mother.” The dragon seemed to actually nod at her, and with one small roar, he flew off. As she watched him fly, she sighed, knowing that she would have to carry not only Hizdahr’s weight, but the bags of clothes and money that she managed to pack. But she couldn’t risk Nediss flying into town then accidentally scaring away anyone who could help them. This was her best option. So, after taking a deep breath, she picked up the money and wrapped Hizdahr’s arm around her shoulders and began hobbling into the town.

It still took her at least an hour in the scorching sun to arrive at the first building. She was exhausted and sweating profusely, her long dress not helping her in the slightest. She was almost crying in relief when she finally got to the door of the first building in town. It looked to be a tavern, the sign above it saying “Sava’s Pub.” She opened the door as best as she could and shambled in. Immediately, all conversation ceased at the sudden arrival of the two strangers. 

“Please,” Kiyara called weakly. “We need help. He-he’s badly wounded.” She faintly heard someone - maybe a woman - gasp before her ears began ringing. Now that she had stopped, all of her previous physical labor had caught up to her. She felt weak, sick, and extremely exhausted. Her vision began blurring and black spots appeared in her line of sight. The last thing she remembered was a slightly older woman’s worried face appearing in front of her before she blacked out.

Kiyara awoke to something cold being pressed to her forehead. She groaned softly, she had a major headache. Her hand lifted to press against her head, only for it to come in contact with another hand. She gasped loudly and sat up, the cold object falling to her lap. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the person in front of her. It was the worried woman from the tavern.

“Take it easy, my dear. You’ve only just woken up,” she instructed calmly, grabbing the rag that had fallen into Kiyara’s lap. 

“Who are you?” She asked wearily. The woman offered her a soothing smile. 

“Meralith Bowr, I’m the physician of Gylladhor along with my husband. Do you remember anything, my dear?” Upon hearing the woman’s title, Kiyara calmed a bit. 

“Um,” she started, deep in thought. “There was an attack on our town, and we got here by drago -er - wagon. He dropped us off at the town sign and we walked the rest of the way. Well, more likely I carried him-“ she paused suddenly. Oh God, where was Hizdahr!? 

“Oh my god, Hizdahr!” She exclaimed, though the woman seemed unphased. Kiyara looked at her, worry etched deep in her features. 

“Ma’am, the man I came with, where is he? Is he okay? Did he make it?” She questioned urgently. Meralith offered her another soothing grin and rested her hand over the girl’s. 

“No need to fret dear, he is resting in the other room. It’s lucky you got to the tavern when you did, if it were another minute longer he would have died. His wounds were severe, but my husband operated on him and he is recovering nicely.” Kiyara sighed in relief and pressed her free hand to her chest. 

“Thank goodness,” she breathed out softly. Meralith patted her hand then stood. 

“You were dehydrated, that mixed with a lot of physical labor is not good for someone. Thankfully you recovered quite quickly after we gave you some water and kept you cool.” Kiyara hummed thoughtfully. 

“How long was I out?” 

“Almost two days,” Meralith answered, putting what looked like herbs into a bowl then setting them on fire. “Peppermint and lavender do wonders for headaches when burned,” she explained upon noticing the girl watching. 

“Can I see him? Please?” Merlith thought for a moment, then grinned at her. 

���Of course. Come, stand up,” she instructed, walking to the bedside. With the older woman’s help, Kiyara stood and began shakily walking down the hallway in the direction Meralith led. As they reached one of the doors, an older man around Meralith’s age walked out. 

“Oh, hello dear,” he greeted joyfully. “So happy to see that you’re awake.” He took her free hand and shook it. “My name is Josion, I see you’ve gotten acquainted with my wife.” Kiyara mustered up a small, polite smile. 

“Yes sir, my name is Kiyara Tallhart. I thank you and your wife for all you’ve done for us,” she responded quietly. 

“It’s what we do,” Josion brushed off with the same jovial smile. “Now, am I correct to assume that you would like to see your beau?” Kiyara blushed at the word, but nodded at him with hope in her eyes. 

“Can I?” 

“Of course,” Josion responded earnestly, opening the door for them. “He’s resting at the moment, but he should wake in the next few days,” he explained as the two helped her inside, sitting her in a chair by the bed where Hizdahr slept. 

“I’ll be starting dinner soon,” Meralith informed her, already hedging to the door behind her husband. “I’ll bring down some for you once it’s ready.” Kiyara thanked the couple yet again just before they walked out and closed the door. 

Once they were alone, Kiyara exhaled relaxedly and looked at the sleeping man. He looked so peaceful, she thought. He just laid on his back without a shirt but clean bandages covering his chest. She would be correct in assuming that Josion had been changing them before they met. A smile came to her face the longer she stared at him. She had done it, she had gotten him to safety and got him the care he needed. This felt like the best day of her life, being alive and seeing that he was going to be okay. 

Over the next three days, as Kiyara got her strength back, she helped Josion and Meralith around their house. She helped cook and clean when they had patients, and sometimes they even let her sit in and learn how to assist in aiding someone. In between that, Meralih helped her find clothes since she had none to spare. Thankfully the older woman had kept a lot of her clothes from her youth in hopes to give it to charity, and Kiyara fit in them just fine.  

On the fifth day, Kiyaya had been helping Meralith with dinner. The sun was beginning to set and the windows were opened, letting the spring breeze inside as they cooked. As Kiyara stirred the stew on the stove, Meralith chopped vegetables. But they both paused their actions when they heard footsteps emerging from the hallway. Josion appeared in the kitchen with a joyful smile on his face. 

“He’s awake,” he said simply, but both of them instantly knew what he was talking about. Kiyara wasted no time in setting the ladle down and practically sprinting out of the kitchen and down the hall. By this point she knew the entire house by heart so she had no trouble in finding his room. The door was already open when she arrived and she stopped in the doorway. Sure enough, Hizdahr was sitting up in bed and looking out the window beside his bed, seemingly examining the town. Color had returned to his face and he now had a shirt on, though it was unbuttoned to reveal the clean bandages. 

“Hizdahr,” she breathed out. Though it was very quiet, the man managed to hear her, and his head snapped to the doorway. His eyes widened and he physically perked up. 

“Kiyara,” he called softly. The girl laughed breathlessly and paced over to him and wordlessly hugged him tightly. He returned it almost instantly, holding back a groan from the sudden movement. After a second she sat beside him on the bed and his arms moved, with one arm around her waist and the other hand on the side of her head, stroking her cheek. 

“You’re okay,” He whispered into her ear. “I’m so glad.” 

“Of course I am,” Kiyara giggled out. “I’m not the one who quite literally got stabbed thrice in the chest. I thought you were going to die.” Though she had been laughing, both of them could hear the sorrow laced in her tone. 

“What kind of man would I be to leave behind the woman that loves me?” Kiyara blushed deeply then looked down. 

“Oh, you heard that,” she mumbled awkwardly. She heard him chuckle in front of her.

“Of course I did. It was the best thing I could possibly hear when I thought I was about to die,” he spoke before leaning forward a bit and kissing the crown of her still downcast head. “Hearing the woman I love profess her love for me would have let me die a happy man.” The girl’s eyes widened and her head snapped up. That went about as well as one would expect when their heads were so close together. She didn’t realize her mistake until she registered a pain at the top of her head and heard Hizdahr cry out in pain. She gasped loudly and faced him with wide eyes. 

“Oh my god are you okay?” She exclaimed, cupping his face. Hizdahr was covering his nose with his eyes closed, but when he heard her talk, he couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Yes, I’m fine,” he responded amusedly. She moved his hand away then winced when she saw blood beginning to drip. 

“Oh great,” she sighed, grabbing a rag. “Your first day awake and I managed to hurt you within the first hour.” 

“I thought it was quite funny,” Hizdahr responded simply, his hand coming up to rest over hers as she pressed the rag to his nose. “You know, I think this is the first time I’ve genuinely seen you flustered. It’s very adorable.” Kiyara rolled her eyes playfully. 

“You’re seriously flirting with me after I gave you a bloody nose?” 

“Well, I can’t help it,” he responded, though his voice was nasally. “I’ve waited for nearly three months to tell you that I love you. I’m not wasting any time now that I understand how short life is.” Kiyara sighed but shook her head amusedly as she pulled the rag away. 

“Where are we, by the way? What happened after I was stabbed?” He inquired. The girl smiled a bit then took a deep breath. As she cleaned the blood from his face, she told him everything that happened from the moment that they rode off on Nediss, to the stop at Hizdahr’s home, then arriving here and walking the rest of the way to the tavern, then passing out once inside, and finally her waking up and helping take care of him. 

“Sounds like you had quite the adventure,” he spoke softly, taking her hand. “I’m so sorry you had to do so much of this on your own.” She smiled awkwardly. 

“It was worth it to get you to safety,” she spoke, watching him hum then glance out the window. “I’m afraid I don’t know what happens next though, I doubt the Sons of Harpy have left Meereen and we don’t know how long they’ll be there.” 

“What if we stayed here?” Hazdihr asked softly, making her eyebrows shoot up. He looked at her again. “I mean, why not? We have money for us to get started, and the town seems nice, at least the doctor is.”

“It is, I’ve met a few others while I was out with Josion’s wife,” Kiyara added. He grinned a bit and nodded. 

“Then I see no problem with living here. What do you say? We marry and build a life here?” Kiyara’s smiled a bit. 

“Marry immediately? No courting to make sure I’m the one you want to spend the rest of your life with?” She teased. 

“I don’t need to court you to know that, but if that’s what you want then I will. I’d court you for a century if it meant that I’d get to marry you at the end.” Her heart soared at his response and she didn’t hesitate to nod. 

“There’s no need. I would love nothing more than to have a life with you,” she spoke happily. That instantly made a smile appear on Hizdahr’s face and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him. 

“Then I guess we have a lot of preparations to make, huh?” She giggled and nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck. 

“I would like a ring first, though,” she joked. Hizdahr let out a hearty laugh. 

“I think I can manage that,” he joked in response, resting his forehead against hers with an affectionate smile.

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2015/2021- Joel Fry x OC

Joel Fry x Isabel Abbott

Description: The six year difference between Joel and Isabel beginning their relationship to being happily married.

Word Count: 2k

“Welcome back to Candid everyone! My name is Erin Miller,” the interviewer greeted the camera with a bright smile at the camera for her podcast/video. “Today is a very special episode because I am going to discuss the latest season of Game of Thrones. Not only that but today I’m joined here by the cast of Game of Thrones: Peter Dinklage as Tyrion Lannister, Emelia Clarke as Daenerys Targaryen, Iain Glen as Jorah Mormont, Joel Fry as Hizdahr zo Loraq, and Isabel Abbott as Kiyara Tallhart!” The crewmembers applauded as the cast waved when their names were called. 

“Thank you guys so much for being here, all my fans and I are huge fans of the show,” she continued, finally looking at her guests. 

“Happy to be here,” Emelia responded, the others agreeing afterwards. 

“So much happened in this season,” Erin said before exhaling deeply, which made them laugh. “Lots of stories and even more heartbreaking deaths. Specifically the last two episodes. Oh man, I cried,” she emphasized. 

“You should have seen the cast when we were filming,” Peter spoke, leaning closer to the microphone as he did so. Emelia nodded knowingly. 

“Well today I wanted to talk to you about one specific episode. Episode nine, ‘Dance of Dragons.’ The attack of the Sons of Harpy on the fighting pit.” 

“Oh boy,” Isabel muttered, which caused Erin to chuckle. 

“Oh boy indeed. Can I just say, it literally happened so quickly. I mean, I blinked and people started getting murdered. Then Loraq is killed!” She ranted. “He was such a semi-good character and I was so sad to see him go.” 

“So was Isabel,” Emilia teased. Isabel jokingly glared at the girl then pushed her shoulder, a blush dusting her face. 

“Shut up Em,” she grumbled shyly. 

“Oh, care to explain?” Erin asked with the same smile Emilia had. 

“Yeah, Isa,” Iaian added. Isabel looked around, realizing that everyone was not staring at her expectantly. 

“Oh my god I did not come here to be attacked like this!” She exclaimed with a giggle, attempting to hide her embarrassment. 

“You were sad about Loraq’s death?” Joel questioned with a teasing smile, though there was a sincere look in his eyes. 

“Okay listen,” she started deadpanned, which made the others burst out laughing. “Here’s the thing. During their time on the show, Hizdahr-”

“They’re on a first name basis now?” Peter questioned. Isabel took a second to flip him off before looking at Erin once more, this time with wide eyes. 

“Wait, do children watch this show?”

“Yeah sometimes kids watch my show,” Erin responded amusedly. Isabel gasped and covered her mouth. 

“I’m so sorry!” She looked at the camera with the most worried expression anyone had ever seen from her. “I’m sorry parents and children that just saw that.” 

“No no no it’s okay!” Erin exclaimed, trying not to laugh. “If parents let their kids watch Game of Thrones I’m sure they’re immune to you flipping the bird.” Isabel nodded, though her shoulders slumped in defeat and she mumbled another apology. 

“Aww Isa,” Joel  cooed, patting her back soothingly. “Continue.” Isabel straightened and pushed her hair behind her shoulders. 

“Anyways, Hizdahr and Kiyara got pretty close. Like she brought him food while he was imprisoned and they bonded over their fathers and they talked a lot in their free time. That meant that Joel and I got to talk quite a bit and I’d say we got pretty close,” she trailed off, looking at Joel for confirmation. 

“Yeah,” he responded with an affirming nod, hand dropping from her back. 

“Yeah,” she repeated, also nodding. “So we got close. No matter what, death always makes me sad, I mourn people I don’t even know. So seeing Hizdahr die up close was very emotionally stressing, and I was crying once the cameras cut. I did the same with Kit after John Snow died because we got close during season four.” 

“This season was just a huge blow to Isabel’s emotional state,” Emelia spoke. 

“You guys are laughing but that is absolutely true,” Isabel added matter-of-factly. 

“While we’re on the subject, am I the only one who noticed all those looks Loraq gave Kiyara?” Erin inquired, looking around. 

“Wait what?” Isabel laughed, but her question went unnoticed. 

“No! Oh my god I’m so glad you brought that up,” Iaian exclaimed. “Literally, I cannot tell you how many times we had to do retakes because Joel wouldn’t stop looking at Isabel on and off camera.” 

“Wait wait wait, are you serious?” Isabel questioned with an almost stupidly wide smile. 

“Oh yeah, definitely,” Peter confirmed. 

“That’s the entire reason people thought that Loraq and Kiyara were going to get together,” Erin explained. “People were shipping you guys on Twitter. Then Joel, you tweeted that picture of Isabel bringing you lunch. People started shipping you in real life.” 

“Aww Joel, do you like me?” Isabel joked, but her smile faltered when she realized that the man genuinely looked flustered. “Are you okay?” She asked worriedly, leaning away from the microphones beforehand. Joel’s already red face reddened even more. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Are you worried about me?” He started off seriously but became goofy during his question, which made her giggle and shake her head. 

“Jesus guys,” Peter groaned dramatically. “Just skip the formalities and date already!” Isabel blushed deeply and looked at Joel, who was already looking at her. 

“How about this Friday at 8:00?” He inquired with a goofy smile. Isabel’s jaw dropped as the other whooped and hollered at his question. Then Emelia hushed them to let Isabel answer, everyone watching them eagerly. 

“Sounds good. I’ll text you my address,” she responded coolly despite the fact that she was screaming on the inside. 

“I can’t believe that just happened on my show,” Erin muttered, looking absolutely blown away. 

“Neither can I,” Isabel breathed out with a small giggle. “You should have seen it the first time he actually asked me out.” That sent the others into chaos, everyone talking over each other while Isabel and Joel watched. 

“When did you guys start dating!?” Emelia yelled, which caused Isabel to flinch then laugh at the girl. 

“He asked me out after ‘Mockingbird’ wrapped,” she laughed out in the same excited tone. Emelia mouthed the episode name then looked at her with wide eyes. 

“Are you serious? The second episode he was in? And you didn’t tell me?” One would think that all that yelling would calm down laughter, but on the contrary, Isabel was nearly out of breath. 

“I’m sorry!” She exclaimed. Erin was still laughing when she decided to step in. 

“Wait, so do you mind walking us through what happened?” She asked, and Isabel admired his sincerity. She glanced at Joel, silently asking permission. When he gave her a nod of confirmation, she looked around at the others. 

“So, obviously we originally met during season four, when Hizdahr zo Loraq was first introduced. We talked a couple times between scenes, but then he isn’t really heard from so Joel wasn’t really there. Then season five came around and we got to know more about each other and he finally asked me out after the fourth episode. And that’s it,” she explained with a shrug. Iain just stared at them appalled. 

“I am just in shock that you guys managed to keep it so exclusive,” he spoke, shaking his head as he did so. Joel shrugged from beside her. 

“Well, we wanted to wait until the right time. Just to see if we could work, you know?” Isabel’s already wide smile widened when Joel’s arm slithered around her shoulders, only to pull away a second later. She looked at him confusedly then let out a small scream when he pulled her chair closer by the seat so he could comfortably rest his arm around her shoulders. She blushed shyly then hid her face as the others cooed rather loudly at them. Joel also cooed in her ear then pressed an affectionate kiss to the crown of her head. This was probably the best thing that ever happened to the both of them. 

2021

“Hello once again everyone! My name is Erin Miller and I welcome you back to Candid,” Erin greeted happily with a wave that gave both Joel and Isabel a sense of deja vu. “Today I am once again joined by Joel Fry and Isabel Abbott who are here to talk about their new movie Cruella, which premiered in theaters and on Disney+ on May 28,” she paused to face the couple. “Hello you two, long time no see.” Joel and Isabel waved at the camera in unison then faced Erin with bright smiles. 

“Yeah, at least since 2015,” Isabel answered. 

“Yeah, you guys look good,” Erin complimented honestly. “And I hear that you guys are married now,” she cooed. 

“Yeah,” Joel trailed off coyly. Erin giggled and clapped her hands. 

“Can I see the rings?” She asked eagerly. Joel and Isabel nodded at each other then took off their rings to show both Erin and the cameras. 

“Now, what is this engraved on the inside of it?” Erin questioned, leaning forward to get a better look. 

“Mine says ‘you are my moon and stars that paint the sky,’” Isabel answered. 

“And mine says ‘you are the sun to my moon, light of my life,’” Joel continued. 

“They’re references to quotes we said during the show,” Isabel explained further. “So, during season four not long after we’re introduced to Hizdahr and they were talking about their fathers, she said the line, ‘Everytime a good man dies, they are added to the night sky to paint stars as pretty as the moon. That’s where I believe your father is.’ It was probably my favorite line of the show.” 

“Oh yeah,” Erin reminisced. “I remember that. That was a good episode. Joel, what about yours?” 

“This was actually during season five when Kiyara visited Hizdahr while he was imprisoned. She had brought him food and he asked her to stay for conversation. I don’t… remember what they were talking about…” 

“What love meant to them,” Isabel interrupted before looking around. “Right?” 

“Yeah,” Joel answered as the scene came back to him. “Yeah, so it was right after Daenerys said that she would marry him to hold a strong bond. They were preparing a room for him and Hizdahr was not very happy about the forced engagement. Kiyara came down to visit him and they talked about what love meant to them. Hizdahr said that when his father talked about his mother, he’d say that she was the sun to his moon and that she was the light of his life. Those words had stuck with him and he always thought that when he married, he’d feel the same about his wife.”

“Oh so these are based on quotes you actually said to each other?” Erin asked. Isabel blushed and nodded. 

“Now, can I ask, why did you decide on Game of Thrones inspired rings and quotes?”

“Because that’s how we met,” Joel answered kindly as he and his wife put their rings back on. “If I hadn’t been cast as Hizdahr zo Loraq, then I don’t think we ever would have met because we had both been shooting different things before and after we were killed off on the show. Like, I was cast in You, Me, and the Apocalypse then Ordinary Lives. She was cast in Doctor Who for a while then Me Before You. Before that I was in Plebs and she was in Once Upon a Time. We didn’t have a lot of time between our schedules, but we made it possible, and look at us now. I owe the Game of Thrones cast and crew everything, because of them I met and later married the love of my life.” Both Erin and Isabel awed at him and the latter hugged him tightly. 

“Aw babe! That was so sweet,” she exclaimed. 

“You’re going to make me sad that I’m single,” Erin joked. 

“Maybe you should get cast in an HBO show,” Joel joked back, making the girls giggle. 

“Anyways, moving onto Cruella,” Erin said after a minute. “Yet again we are met with romantic tension with your characters Jasper and Angela.” Isabel shrugged, a bashful smile gracing her face. This would be a long day.