whiplikeRegarding your pet disappointment, of course I met the Targaryen girl. You're foolish to think I'd ally myself with someone based only on Ellaria's word and vague impression. Of course we spoke, face-to-face, privately even. Just because those fools thought it unimportant to show doesn't mean it didn't happen. And I like her. Though my allegiance is a pleasant thought at best now, it's sincere. (She's too careful, not ready yet to destroy things, but I'm told I'm too eager in that regard. The balance can be found and I can thank the gods my own need to politic was minimal.)
Regarding the other disappointment, your rage is a balm but even that won't soothe mine completely. I am proud to have fought to my last, to have died like a warrior, but that those same fools allowed it to happen makes me sick. Ours was a noble purpose -- I'll hear no arguments, vengeance is noble even though more innocent types get squeamish -- and to have not only myself and my sisters but the majority of people and ships we contributed effectively dispatched (so one evil, greedy man might have sick prizes to deliver to the bitch queen!) is appalling. To build up this alliance only to shred it, to give into outside influences though they claimed they didn't.
Oh, they didn't know what to do with us in the first place, but when the people in your world complained -- three guesses why, as you say; is it true that doughy boy had an entire ongoing subplot, complete with visualizations of the one thing Tyene has been so maligned for mentioning, about his magic virgin cock and drew no fatal criticism? That people in this world who rape and hunt others for sport still have more "fans" than us? Popularity is useless, but it's disheartening to know that even in your more allegedly progressive world criticism is doubtless stronger of flawed brown women than evil white men -- we were reduced to a few snide remarks and battle fodder.
I would officially petition you, my lady writer, and others like you to have charge of stories like ours in the future. Keep us out of fools' hands.