She half expected it when Balerion’s voice filtered in. Of course he couldn’t leave her to her grief. “Irina, we need to talk.” She had assumed as much.
She emerged from her den, making room on the thick ledge for herself. “I have no terms, Balerion. I came to join because my children are either leaving or dying. When that happens, one rather loses the will to be alone with her ghosts on an empty beach. And it seems like you need every soldier you can get to fight Cersei.”
“You are aware you have many after your head, right? Including your old home’s new rulers, Dawnshire likely, and with it the whole side of Dawnshire’s allies. Hawthorne, Amberbjorne. Three out of the four largest packs in the realm. You have a heavy price on your head. Why join a war party just to spite it?”
Irina’s wings began to tremble with a well-suppressed emotion. “I’m well aware. In this life, who could forget such a thing? But I’ve just learned that the so-called queen of the dragons’ ancestral homeland, that lion bitch, murdered my daughter in cold blood and kidnapped her children. My grandchildren. I don’t pretend to be the noblest of creatures, but after how she butchered my child, I’d like to burn her myself.” She felt a gust of cold air ruffle her fur, and her sapphire eyes burned into Balerion’s own hellfire. “I can leave, if you’re worried I’ll be a liability to you. But don’t expect that when the war comes, I will not at least try to beat you to those who cost my daughter her life.”
"THERE IS NO MIDDLE GROUND!" Alistair - Mother of Rambaldi, Marigold, Pyro, Kruam, & Kára & Enif, Sergei, Polaris, Zoya, & Ksenia - Nadia
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