Tyrion sat before Daenerys a more broken man than ever before. The Targaryen queen looked him over she had spoken with him for a moment after pulling him and Jorah both out of the fighting pits right outside of Meereen.

She never expected Tyrion Lannister to be at her doorstep or willing to help her either. Still she could not help but place her finger on something odd about the man.

He seemed broken.

"So, you killed your father and fled your country to come find me? Tell me why I should not kill you as revenge against your father and brother."

"I never said you shouldn't, by all means please do, I would more than welcome it at this point."

Tyrion explained causing Daenerys to arch a brow as she looked at him with a rather intense gaze.

"And why is that Tyrion Lannister?"

Tyrion lowered his gaze down to his hand that was tapping the chair. His heart broken more times than he could count within this past moon.

"Because I lost someone very dear to me on this journey to come find you. Someone who was my dear friend."

He said looking back up at the queen as they sat together in an open room alone.

"I was more than willing to drink myself to death in Pentos, now I am even more sure. The only reason we had both made this journey together was to find you. I believe that you could be the savour for Westeros."

He explained and Daenerys lulled her head to the side quiet for a moment.

"This friend. Who was he?"

She questioned noticing that there was no light in this small man's eyes when he spoke of his friend.

"Not a he, your grace, but she. She was the only person to believe my innocence that tried to save my life, aside from my brother. My brother told me this while I was locked away."

"And how did she pass?"

"She jumpped off a cliff into the sea to avoid being captured by the slave traders that picked up Jorah and myself."

"I am sorry for your loss. But what would you have me do? You came to find me to tell me that you believe me to be the savour of Westeros. Yet, you could have done that through a simple letter. So, why come?"

"To help you. Give you advice and support where it is needed."

"Advice? You wish to give me advice? What could you possibly know about anything?"

"My father was Hand of the King for nearly 20 years. I myself served as Hand of the King for sometime while my father fought the War of Five King's. I know things."

"You know things..."

Daenerys seemed to think outloud she gazed out the window. The silk curtains fluttered around as the wind caught them. The light illuminated inside but was kept at bay from the overhang of the building.

"What would you have me do to Jorah? He betrayed my trust. Should I kill him?"

"Kill him, no. That would be a waste of talent and knowledge. However, since he did betray you exiling him again would seem just."

"A second exile."

Daenerys paused for a moment and she nodded her head slowly. She looked back to Tyrion.

"And what of Westeros. How should I conquer them?"

"You have no allies across the sea your grace. It would be a fool's notion to even attempt such a feat just yet. However Essos seems to be gaining your favor every day from what I've seen. Stay here where the people need you -- for now at least."

"Essos is not my home, but the people here do need me. The Slavers are a problem still. I agree that I must first bring peace to this land before I can conquer and bring peace back to Westeros."

She agreed. There was a short silence as if Daenerys was thinking to herself. She then spoke again.

"Tyrion Lannister. I shall not kill you nor exile you. Instead I shall grant your wish to make you one of my advisors. However be aware that if you cross me in any way that seems like treason, I will have your head."

"Completely understandable, your grace."

Tyrion agreed. She nodded and stood from her chair causing Tyrion to do the same. She walked him to the door where her handmaiden was waiting.

"Please escort Lord Tyrion to his chambers. He is to be one of my new advisors."

"Yes your grace."

She said giving a small curtsy before guiding him toward his chambers. Once there she asked him if he wished for anything.

"Food and wine if it's not too much trouble."

He said causing the dark skinned woman to curtsy again before leaving the room. Being left alone Tyrion looked around his new room. Walking around and past his bed that was large enough for at least four grown people, he headed for the balcony.

He looked down upon the streets of Meereen. His thoughts went to the idea of jumping, but he quickly pushed them aside.

Instead he leaned against the balcony and slid down the side putting his hands over his face and sitting there while his emotions from the last several days escaped as tears from his eyes.

"I'm so sorry Alanna."

He huffed out and groaned tipping his head back and sobbing. How could he let her die that way after he gave his word that he would protect her?

She had been innocent in this whole thing. Since the day his father had captured her, he knew there was something oddly different about the woman.

And then again the day he seen her in King's Landing and they spoke in the gardens for a fleeting moment and she showed him that kindness that she genuinely had... it drew him to her.

He cupped his forehead as he gave an ugly cry and then sniffled running his hands through his blonde curls. If he hadn't been a dwarf then perhaps none of this would have ever happened.

If he would have been tall and handsome like his brother then his father wouldn't have dispised him and everyone would still be alive in King's Landing. Alanna wouldn't have had to flee, Tyrion would have been at Casterly Rock with his wife -- whoever that would have been.

The idea came to his head that maybe his wife would have been Alanna instead of Sansa. Perhaps his father would have given him Alanna seeing as how she was key to the North and they would have been the one to make heirs, not his father and her.

He shook his head and cleaned up his face. Pushing himself to his feet he wobbled back into his room. His food and wine should be here shortly and he could at least drink himself to sleep tonight.

Just as he walked back inside the door opened to what he believed to be his food, but instead it was the same woman without the tray.

"Lord Tyrion, you must come quickly to the throne room."

She said fast causing Tyrion confusion. He arched a brow, he probably looked like a mess right now and didn't wish to see the queen again looking like he did currently.

"What's wrong?"

"Your friend, the one who jumpped from the cliff. Alanna Lannister. She is here. She is alive."

She said with a rush to her voice. That's when Tyrion's heart stopped beating in his chest. Before he knew what was happening his little legs were running. He was running as fast as he could toward the throne room.

The woman walked briskly behind him keeping up with him.

He ran for the doors, the guards opening them to let him inside. He nearly tripped over his own two feet when he entered the room and seen someone sitting on the floor before the steps of the throne. A man tending to them looking them over.

His heart stopped seeing the bloody foot prints that had apparently lead inside the throne room from the hallway that he had not noticed being too focused on getting here as fast as possible.

His breath hitched when his eyes met blue-golden ones. He nearly collapsed right then and there, but he didn't. Instead he walked quickly toward her and she dropped the blanket they had placed around her underclothes. She reached out for him and he practically fell into her arms clinging to her for dear life.

Daenerys watched from her seat on the throne. She watched closely as her advisor stood beside her, he watched as well.

It was rather odd for her to see a Lannister give such emotion in front of others. She always figured them as nothing but cold hearted beasts that took everything in their path.

But perhaps that wasn't the case for the little man. Perhaps he was indeed different.

"I thought I lost you."

Tyrion whispered just loud enough for Alanna to hear. She gave a sad chuckle as she buried her face in the side of his hair.

"I thought so too."

She replied softly holding him as if he'd vanish if she let him go.