Daenerys stood on the deck of the ship, waiting for her first sign of her father's lands. Dorne was waiting to welcome her home. She had thought to remain in Mereen, and continue to build up her armies, but plans had changed. Two events had changed her plans to say the least. One was the arrival, and shortly thereafter untimely death of her nephew. Aegon, thought dead before she was born, had arrived with an army of men at his disposal, to join her cause. She could admit he was handsome, and strong, and she could have shared a throne and marriage bed with him. Unfortunately he was foolish, and believed he needed to show he could tame a dragon himself, to show he was her equal. He had died from severe burns, and with him almost went their connection to Dorne. Quentin had been burned badly, but he survived, though now half his face was hid behind a hood. He had sent word to his father, explaining it was his fault, and they should still support her claim. Word had come from Doran Martell, that though Daenerys was not a child of Elia like Aegon, his men were hers to command.

The other was a prophecy from the warlocks. They had sent an emissary before she set out, to inform her of their newest prophecy. The words rung through her head, as her ships headed for Dorne, and the war that awaited her.

Dany looked at her companions. "What do you make of the prophecy?"

Quentin shrugged. "You need the seven kingdoms, that makes sense; you have to rule them all."

Barristan shook his head. "There is more to it than that."

Another voice came. "It means that you cannot rule alone, that there are seven kingdoms and there needs to be seven rulers."

Dany turned to look at the man. "Tyrion Lannister, I heard you were in these lands. How the hell did you get on my ship?"

Barristan went to arrest him. "He will soon be swimming with the fish."

Tyrion laughed. "You could, I have no doubt. But then your fair queen would not know what the prophecy means."

Dany stopped her commander from arresting the man. She had heard, how he had killed his father, and likely his nephew as well. He was definitely no friend of his family, but he was also not necessarily a supporter for her. But if the man perhaps knew something to help her, she would listen to him, for now. It wasn't like any of the others had answers for her.

Dany nodded her head. "You may continue."

Tyrion smiled. "Seven. There are seven kingdoms, there are seven gods, have you never wondered?"

Dany shrugged. "You think I should share my power?"

Quentin smirked. "Only a fool would."

Tyrion ignored the boy. "Your ancestors did. Your family has never ruled alone. Your family was always high king, and ruled Dragonstone."

Dany knew that. "Okay. So I put a new ruler in each of the kingdoms."

Barristan shook his head. "The bannerman and people are loyal to their own rulers."

She knew that, but they turned from time to time, and she had to start. She couldn't kill everyone out there. Nor could she rule if she only controlled a few of the kingdoms. As long as one of the kingdoms remained free of her, there would be a chance at war, and death. She had to control the island, even if she had under rulers.

Tyrion pointed at Dorne. "Who rules there?"

Quentin spoke. "My father, and my sister after him. They are already loyal to the cause."

Tyrion agreed and pointed at Stormsend. "And there?"

Barristan spoke up. "That is the Baratheon homeland."

Dany looked at Quentin. "Myracella is in your father's care. She is a Baratheon."

Barristan shook his head. "No, they are bastards, born to Jamie Lannister. Stannis has the best claim."

Tyrion shrugged. "We offer Stannis the option. He joins, takes a bride of our choosing, and is warden of the south. Or his niece is."

Dany pointed at Castlery Rock. "And do you presume to claim that?"

Tyrion shook his head. "My brother."

Dany lifted an eyebrow. "Are you sure he will turn on his own children?"

Tyrion nodded. "If they aren't killed. Leave it to me, I have a young sword maiden in mind, who I have no doubt will convince my brother."

Brienne of Tarth, he knew from his spies, the woman held his brother's heart. Jamie may have loved Cersei once, and though they had sex, it was more as a twin. Brienne was loyal to the north, and she could be convinced easily, to make Jamie see the right side of things. Dorne, Storms end, Castlery Rock, and even High Garden shouldn't be a problem. Margery was being held prisoner, and if they promised their help freeing her, they'd have little trouble. Besides if their spies were right, the Old thorn of highgarden, had been the one to poison Joffrey. The problem would lie with the Arryns, Tully's and the north. The North was being controlled by a mix of Bolton and Stannis.

Barristan looked at Tyrion. "Well the answer to Stark seems right in front of us."

Tyrion looked at him. "If you mean my child bride, I have no idea where she may be."

Dany motioned to a man who had gone unseen. "I have someone who will find your wife and bring her back."

Tyrions snarled when he saw the man. "The hound."

Sandor stepped forward. "I believe the little bird is hiding in the Eerie. I will fetch her, and return her home to you."

Tyrion downed his wine. "I am not sure it will help your cause. My young wife fled from me, and has no love lost for me or my bed."

Dany turned to him. "Well you better get good at wooing. She is the key to Winterfell, as well as the Aerie and Riverun as well."

If Sansa was on their side, Bryndan Tully would be counted to help, rally the arms of Riverrun. With his nephew inprisoned, he was the only one, though if Jamie came to their side, he could free Edmure. Sansa would rule the North, and she would bring wither the men of the wall, who could help rally against Stannis if he didn't join. The future ruler of the Aerie was still in question.

Dany looked at Tyrion. "So what will it be, will you make nice with your little wife, or do we feed you to the fish?"

Tyrion pointed out. "I remind you that you need me if you have hopes of winning my brother."

Quentin smirked. "Still not convinced you can deliver on that one."

Tyrion grunted. "If the hound can get my wife to Dorne, I will see what I can do."

Tyrion drank down more wine, he thought there was a better chance of him growing to six feet tall. He and Sansa hadn't even consummated their union, and last he heard, she was requesting an annulment from him. He noticed Sandor followed him, and had to wonder how the man had joined this little group. He had a feeling the same man was involved, Varys.

He looked at Sandor. "Between you and me, I doubt we're the knights in shining armor my dear wife was hoping for."