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Hera had been travelling for what seemed like an eternity, it could have been weeks or maybe even months. She didn't keep track of time anymore, for it didn't matter to her. She had lost everything she loved, everything that kept her sane. But now, her only reason for her to stay alive was her brother and her need for vengeance.

After a lot of persuasion and bribing, she had found the location of where her brother would be with the dragon queen. She hadn't told anyone her real name since she was at the Twins, because she knew there was a bounty on her head. She would be damned if they caught her.

She sat on top of her horse, letting her emerald eyes settle upon the great pyramid of Meereen. The pyramid stood tall and proud, making all the other structures and buildings seem like nothing in comparison. A big bronze harpy stood on the Pyramid's peak, its wings spread out as if it were about to take off into the air. And she knew that inside the great pyramid, was her brother.

She kicked her heels into her horse's sides, letting it carry her further and further towards the pyramid. As she rode past the citizens of Meereen, her face was only a shadow, for a dark blue hood shielded it. Descending her horse, she led it towards the gates, letting her eyes land on the unsullied who stood guard. The unsullied did not speak the common tongue, that she knew. But surely they would understand that she was there to speak with the queen?

They straightened their posture once they spotted her walking towards them, having their weapons ready to use. Hera still had her dagger with her, and she wasn't afraid to use it if need be. Upon stopping in front of them, she also removed her hood, letting them see her face. She held her head up proudly, wanting to seem strong.

"I'm here to speak with Daenerys Targaryen," she announced swiftly, without a trace of emotion on her face. The unsullied glanced warily at each other, clearly having understood what she said. Hera stood still, waiting for what they would do. Finally, one of them nodded his head. He and another unsullied gestured for her to follow them, which she did.

Before she could enter the throne room, one of them stopped her. He said something in a foreign language, which Hera had no clue what meant. She stared at them cluelessly as one of them briskly walked inside the doors, leaving them alone in the hallway. A short amount of time passed, before the doors opened, allowing her inside.

The first person Hera noticed was the dragon queen herself. She was sitting on top of her throne, which you had to walk up a dozen of steps to get to. She had long silver blonde hair, and some of it were braided away from her face while the rest of it fell down in soft curls. Her eyes were in a vibrant violet colour, framed by a pale face. The dress she wore was in a rich blue colour.

Next, Hera's eyes landed on the person standing on Daenerys' left side. Her brother stood there proudly, but his face held an expression of shock. Hera felt a lump in her throat by seeing him, how he looked. He had lost weight, she noticed, and he looked emotionally and physically tired.

She noticed Daenerys giving Derron a nod, and before she could prosess what was happening, Derron had nearly ran down the stairs before he enveloped her in a hug. She instantly melted into his arms, smelling the familiar scent of him. She wanted to cry, from joy or from sadness, she wasn't quite sure. They stood in each other's embrace for a short while, before Derron kissed her forehead and stepped to the side.

Hera's attention returned to Daenerys, who was giving her a kind smile. Hera bowed her head respectfully. "Your grace," she greeted.

Daenerys folded her hands in her lap, giving her a look of condolence. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you, my lady. Although, I wish it was under better circumstances."

Hera nodded her head. "So do I."

"I am terribly sorry for your losses, what happened was truly a horrible thing." Daenerys paused, while biting her lip. "You are more than welcome here, and from all the nice things your brother has said about you, I'm glad to have you here."

"Thank you, your grace," Hera responded.

Daenerys nodded in response. "I will have a chamber prepared for you, but in the meantime, I'm sure you and your brother have a lot to talk about." She gave both Hera and Derron a smile. "But I would very much like to speak with you later, if you don't mind."

Hera nodded. "Of course, thank you again, your grace."

She left the throne room with Derron by her side. They walked in silence, and it seemed like Derron had a certain place in mind. She was glad to finally be with him, and to serve a queen which seemed kind so far. But no ruler would ever compare to Robb. The thought of him made her heart hurt painfully. Derron led her to a balcony, which had a view of the whole city.

"I'm glad you're here," Derron finally spoke when they had stopped by the reiling. Hera looked out at the view, feeling overwhelmed by how beautiful it was. "I'm so sorry about what you went through, losing your husband must have been terrible."

Hera bit her lip. "I was with child," she voiced, causing Derron to look at her in shock. "I lost the child though. I thought things couldn't get worse after I learned of Lexa's death, but then the child died, and then Robb was murdered..." She took a deep breath once she realised that she was about to weep again.

Derron was silent, before he took a deep breath. "I guess both of our lives have been pretty fucked up."

Hera let out a laugh as she wiped away a tear that had managed to escape. "You're terrible at comforting people."

Derron cracked a small grin. "Oh, I know."

Hera found herself smiling too. "There is something I must ask you though..." she said, causing Derron's eyebrows to furrow. "What is going on between you and Daenerys?"

Derron's eyes widened and he gaped like a fish. "What?"

"I saw how you looked at each other! Trust me, I know what love looks like." Derron's cheeks turned slightly red, confirming her suspicions. "You should tell her how you feel. Love is wonderful, Derron, and I think that after everything you've been through, you deserve it. Then at least one of us will get a happy ending."

Derron smiled sadly. "Robb loved you, and I know that no one will ever compare to him, but he won't be the last." Hera looked out onto the horizon, which were slowly turning into a bright orange, like the sun was melting.

"Am I interrupting?" They both turned around at the sound of Daenerys' voice. She gave them both small smiles, although her gaze lingered on Derron for a bit longer. Hera shook her head in answer. "Could I speak with you for a moment?" She asked Hera, who nodded.

Derron left them alone on the balcony, and they turned their attention to the beautiful sunset. Even though the queen was just a girl like herself, Hera felt small beside her. Daenerys had this powerful aura around herself, making her stand out.

"When I was a young girl, my brother sold me to to the Dothraki so that I could become the bride of their Khal," Daenerys suddenly said, breaking the silence. "I was terrified of him at first, but I soon grew to love Drogo more than anyone else. After a while, I found out that I was with child. I don't think I've ever been more happy than in that moment. However, everything got turned upside down when Drogo got wounded in a fight. The wound was small, but it was infected. He was dying, so I sought the help of a witch who could heal him.

As she used blood magic to heal him, I went into labor from being knocked to the ground by one of his bloodriders. I must have fainted, because I don't remember a single thing from the birth. But when I woke up, I learned that the child hadn't survived. The witch had warned me that only death could pay for life, so the prize for saving Drogo was our child's life. When I went to see Drogo, he was barely alive. I knew he was in pain, so I ended his life the same night."

Hera stared wide eyed at Daenerys as she told her story. "I'm so sorry," Hera responded in shock.

"The pain never goes away, but it does get better with time. I know that right now it might not seem like it, but I promise you that it will," Her face turned serious, and she finally let her violet eyes look upon Hera. "And I promise you, that when I have taken the seven kingdoms and proclaimed my rightful title as Queen, I will help you take your home back and get revenge on those who have wronged you."

Hera was already looking forward to the day she could step foot into her home again. And she looked forward to the day where she could watch the life leave the eyes of the people behind her family's downfall. She made a new vow i that moment. She vowed to get her justice and vengeance one way or another.

She would hunt down those who had wronged her and the people she cared for, and she would make them suffer.

She would Wreak a Havoc so big, that people would tell stories about her thousands of years later.