A bargaining chip? How simply awful. Rambled on the tongue of Balerion, who made way there after his sister-wife as fiery eyes looked over the violet gray abd swirling bits of what color of the woman before them. And the little bird, too, just there. How cute.

Of course, it had been every bit of their intention to stay in this blood forest for a time. Make it there camp, if you would, whilst they explored the neighboring terrain and questioned the locals of exactly where and when the fuck they were. Yet Balerion couldn't let his sisters wander off too far and for too long. Not that he wasn't certain that they could find for themselves, but it was a hidden fear which he could not allow himself to reveal.

His lands were gone. Kingdom gone. His army. His allies. His royal guard. The rest of his bloody family, however foolish the most of them were. His sisters were not only the only ones he had in this God's forsaken place, but they were the most dear to him all the same. He couldn't lose them too.

I couldn't have possibly allowed such a fate left to you and Rhaenys, now could I, dear sister? There is a grumble in his throat as he neared his muzzle to her ear, his eyes still sharp upon the other woman before them. Of course, it was the same more or less for his kingdom. Women were married off to lords of other realms for alliance and goods. Hell, even the royal men were pushed to find themselves a proper match that would benefit the kingdom.

Balerion's family intermarried much of the time, though he had been to wed a princess of a rather wealthy kingdom far elsewhere. Balerion felt he were rich enough, especially so now with his sisters as his marriage partners instead.