Potential
Spoilers Below
Everybody has theorized that
Tyrion may betray Dany because he values family above all else. When he visited Cersei and she told him she
was pregnant people assumed that he would betray his current allegiance.
The story below makes me think
he won’t:
Her captains bowed and left her with her handmaids and her dragons. But as Brown Ben
was leaving, Viserion spread his pale white wings and flapped lazily at his
head. One of the wings buffeted the sellsword in his face. The white dragon
landed awkwardly with one foot on the man’s head and one on his shoulder,
shrieked, and flew off again. “He likes you, Ben,” said Dany.
“And well he might.” Brown Ben
laughed. “I have
me a drop of the dragon blood myself, you know.”
“You?”
Dany was startled. Plumm was a creature of the free companies, an amiable
mongrel. He had a broad brown face with a broken nose and a head of nappy grey
hair, and his Dothraki mother had bequeathed him large, dark, almond-shaped
eyes. He claimed to be part Braavosi, part Summer Islander, part Ibbenese, part
Qohorik, part Dothraki, part Dornish, and part Westerosi, but this was the first
she had heard of Targaryen blood. She gave him a searching look and said, “How
could that be?”
“Well,”
said Brown Ben, “there was some old Plumm in the Sunset Kingdoms who wed a
dragon princess. My grandmama told me the tale. He lived in King Aegon’s day.”
“Which
King Aegon?” Dany asked. “Five Aegons have ruled in Westeros.” Her brother’s
son would have been the sixth, but the Usurper’s men had dashed his head
against a wall.
“Five,
were there? Well, that’s a confusion. I could not give you a number, my queen.
This old Plumm was a lord, though, must have been a famous fellow in his day,
the talk of all the land. The thing was, begging your royal pardon, he had
himself a cock six foot long.”
The
three bells in Dany’s braid tinkled when she laughed. “You mean inches, I
think.”
“Feet,”
Brown Ben said firmly. “If it was inches, who’d want to talk about it, now?
Your Grace.”
Dany
giggled like a little girl. “Did your grandmother claim she’d actually seen
this prodigy?”
“That
the old crone never did. She was half-Ibbenese and half-Qohorik, never been to
Westeros, my grandfather must have told her. Some Dothraki killed him before I
was born.”
“And
where did your grandfather’s knowledge come from?”
“One
of them tales told at the teat, I’d guess.” Brown Ben shrugged. “That’s all I
know about Aegon the Unnumbered or old Lord Plumm’s mighty manhood, I fear. I
best see to my Sons.”
“Go
do that,” Dany told him.
Tyrion may start down the path
to the dark side in the name of family.
But in the end he will not take Cersei’s side because of the following:
Tyrion has two families. One Lannister the other Targaryen. I think Cersei will lose her baby and that
will make his choice for him.
Comments encouraged. Love to hear the idea’s of
others. Most believe that since I present my idea’s as “fact like” I’m
not open to change my viewpoints which is far from the truth. I simply
look at the information presented and go from there. If you can shine a
light on another way of thinking that opens the door to debate.
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