Revenge
Highgarden
Olenna Tyrell paced up and down the hallway in front of her bedroom. She had been worried about what would happen to Highgarden after her death since there wasn't an heir to take her place. Luckily for her, a little bird told her about a bastard daughter her late husband had produced. Hermione Flowers was the young woman's name. Olenna had made arrangements for Hermione to be taken to Winterfell under Jon Snow's watch. She was planning on leaving tomorrow morning to meet the young woman.
Winterfell
"What if she doesn't like me? My mother raised me because my father didn't want me to tarnish his name."
Jon looked at Hermione and sighed. He knew exactly how she was feeling. He smiled at her and said, "She may not like you. My father's wife hated me my whole life. I'm a bastard too, remember. It isn't easy." Hermione stopped pacing and looked at Jon. She sighed and sat down. "She's supposed to be here sometime. I heard she was leaving in the morning. What if something happens? Cersei has people everywhere."
"Just pray to the gods that nothing happens," Jon said.
The Next Morning, Highgarden
Olenna's bags had been packed and put in the carriage. She was taking her handmaiden and captain of the guard with her. She knew Cersei had people hiding around and didn't want to draw too much attention to herself.
"Are you ready my lady?"
Olenna looked at her handmaiden, Anne, and together they got into to carriage.
On Way To Winterfell
Olenna watched the roads outside the carriage. She was nervous about the trip. After the death of her grandchildren, she had been in danger herself. All of a sudden, the carriage stopped. There was a lot of yelling and then silence. Shaking, Olenna watched as her carriage door opened and she came face to face with The Mountain, Cersei's new guard.
"Look what we have here," he sneered, pulling Olenna out of the carriage. She looked at the dead bodies of the horses and her carriage driver. The Mountain's men yanked everyone else out of the carriage.
Olenna turned to The Mountain and said, "Spare them. They've done you no harm. It's me Cersei wants. Spare them and kill me instead."
The Mountain let out a laugh as he took his sword and pierced it through Olenna's throat. Slowly pulling the sword out, he let her lifeless body fall to the ground.
Turning to his men he said, "Kill the spares."
Winterfell
Hermione had just finished making herself look presentable. Today was when Olenna Tyrell was supposed to come to Winterfell. They had received the raven telling them they were on their way. She went to meet Jon downstairs.
"What's the matter," she asked, noticing the concern on his face.
"I received a raven this morning. Olenna Tyrell and her party were murdered, even the horses. I'm guessing it was The Mountain's doing."
Tears fell down Hermione's face. She wiped them away and said, " Well if it is a war Cersei wants, then a war she will get. Who has strong connections to the Tyrells?"
"The Tyrells are tied to the Starks, the Tarlys, the Mormonts, and the Tullys. I can get my guards together and we can go talk to them. How are you planning on doing this?"
"Cersei and her brother Jaime have a very close relationship. She will do anything for him. So, we capture him to lure her to us. To get Jaime, we will have to get the dwarf. Cersei doesn't care for him, but Jaime does. Capture the dwarf to capture Jaime to capture Cersei."
"What will you do once Cersei comes, if she comes?"
"Kill her. We will capture her and make her watch as we kill her brothers. She will regret what she did to my family."