AN: Hey people! Season Finale is coming... I am depressed, emotionally traumatized by what is happening. Anyways, I have good news for those who hate Littlefinger. I already have a good way for him to die... LOL.
I'd love to see Tyrion nervous about Daena the red dragon.
Forgive me if the description of the scene is not good, I am not familiar with the structure of King's Landing, so... yeah.
Okay, time for story
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Tyrion kept staring at the red dragon as if he knew she will jump on him as soon as he lets his guard down. The travel by the sea was smooth, the wind is kind enough not to send storms, as if it somehow knew that they are in a dire need of good wind, but regardless of their smooth sailing, Tyrion's not comfortable - far from it. No one will be comfortable enough if there is a dragon who set her eyes on you.
"She likes you." Lord Varys spoke, furthering the torture of Tyrion. He looked at the bald man with a glare, as if asking if he is pulling his leg but the eunuch only shrugged, too amused to care for the deadly glare.
"Does it look like she likes me? She is about to eat me! What would you do if you were in my situation?"
"Keep calm, of course."
"Easier said than done."
With one look, he gazed at the red dragon who was flying above their ship. Ghost is currently lying on deck, too disturbed with their sailing. Seems like he hates the sea, he must have been longing for the forest where he can freely hunt and run around.
It is a matter of time before they reach the shore of King's Landing. Tyrion is hoping everything will go well, and if possible, no bloodshed. He is not ready to see the demise the Lanisters might face should they offend the Dragon Queen. The Dragon King, they can offend, he is a patient man, like a Stark, patient, honorable and despite having the blood of the dragon, there is still a wolf in there, but Daenerys, she is a pure dragon. She will not hesitate to burn anyone alive and that is what Tyrion is afraid of...
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Ser Davos and Ser Jorah met with Tyrion and Varys in their rendezvous point. Tyrion told them of what Jon and Daenerys planned to do. Theon remained quiet on the side, listening to their conversation.
"Such a bold action. But I must agree with them. This is a necessity." Ser Davos spoke then looked at the red dragon beside Ghost. Unlike Drogon, her scales were of pure blood red, with hints of white scales all over her body. Ser Davos took a piece of meat from their provisions. "Daena..." He called the red dragon and tossed the meat to her which she eagerly ate. She looked at Ser Davos, asking for more and he complied. Surprisingly, she did not screech at him, much to Tyrion's dismay.
"We should all be preparing for the gathering. Keep your guards up for any trap to come." Tyrion said, then leads the forces to march in front of Dragon Pit. The Unsullied started marching in their designated positions, forming ranks as they continued marching. They had prepared the wight on a cage covered by cloth. The Hound and Gendry were guarding the captured wight as they marched towards Dragon Pit. The rest of their group went back to Winterfell for another great gathering as it will be the center of command for the coming war against the Night King.
As they approached Dragon Pit, they saw the Lannister army on standby, ready to take action. They must be preparing for any trap as well.
Somewhere in Dragon Pit, Bronn and Jaime watched as the enemy's armies took their positions, Unsullied in an organized ranks with the Dothraki Horde in front, almost tempting the Lannisters to attack them. Their wild nature and aggressive provocations are enough to intimidate the armored soldiers, especially those who knew what happened in Highgarden.
"We will be fool if we are to attack an army as large as that. How many men do you have?" Bronn asked Jaime.
"More than half of what they have." The Kingslayer looked at the army nervously. They cannot win with the men they have and if the enemy decides to use dragons, they are done for.
"I think she has more men than this. The Dragon Queen must have only brought half of his army." Bronn said in a thoughtful manner. Jaime looked at him as if asking for validation of those words. Bronn's words are not impossible, and if it is really true, then the Lanisters have less than half of what they had as of the moment.
Jaime looked at the field once again and immediately recognized four figures approaching Dragon Pit. He recognized the four figures. One of them is his brother, Tyrion and the other is Lord Varys. Beside them is the largest direwolf they had ever seen in their entire life, as white as a snow. It must be Jon's direwolf. And above the four figures was a small dragon, as red as blood screeching at the Lanister army with threats. It might be small, but Jaime does not doubt its capabilities to burn soldiers.
"That is a bloody direwolf! And a bloody dragon! Why did they bring a small one?"
"If I didn't know better, I would be thinking you are wishing they will bring the large one." Jaime muttered to Bronn.
"I will not be fighting the Dragon Queen no more. Not with those bloody dragons." Bronn is aware of what one dragon - one fucking dragon can do against soldiers. He prefers not to face the same fate once again.
Tyrion, Davos, Jorah and Varys remained where they are, proudly looking at the Lannister armies. Tyrion looked at the watchtower of Dragon Pit and saw Jaime standing beside Bronn.
"It seems family reunion is really inevitable." He murmured to himself. The bloodriders carries the sigil of Targaryen while Ser Davos took it to himself to carry the sigil very different from the Stark and Targaryen.
It is a sigil of Targaryen three headed dragon - as red as blood, with the head of a white direwolf facing the other side and words were embedded to the cloth: Ice and Fire. A perfect sigil combining two of the most powerful houses of Westeros, two unification of bloodlines that seems impossible. (Check the profile pic, I just took that from the internet since I don't know how to draw.)
Before their group reached the entrance to Dragon Pit, they were met with two figures carrying the sigil of House Stark. Tyrion is familiar with the man beside the big woman.
"Podrick." He greeted his former squire, the one who saved his life at the battle of Blackwater Bay.
"Lord Tyrion." Podrick grew from the time Tyrion last seen him. He appears timid, but not as worse as before.
"Lady Sansa sent us to this gathering to represent House Stark." All eyes turned to Brienne of Tarth, sitting proudly on her own horse.
"King Jon will be arriving shortly with Queen Daenerys." Ser Davos answered Brienne. Her eyes darted to the sigil Ser Davos is carrying. Neither a Stark nor a Targaryen. As she surveyed the area once more, she saw Jon's direwolf, Ghost and a red dragon, larger than the last time Brienne saw it in Winterfell. She looked up and saw Jaime Lannister standing on the watchtower, gazing down at all of them.
"Let's get this over with, shall we?" Tyrion spoke. He commanded his horse to move forward. Ser Davos, Ser Jorah, The Hound, Gendry, Theon and some of the bloodriders followed them. The armies they brought remained still, waiting for any orders should the enemy start to attack.
Brienne and Podrick followed them, entering the Dragon Pit. As soon as they were in front of the entrance, they dismounted their respective horses and finally entered Dragon Pit. They were greeted by Jaime Lannister and Ser Bronn of the Blackwater Bay along with a few Lannister soldiers.
Jaime's face were solemn upon looking at Tyrion, conflicted as to what he should be feeling right now. He should be thankful that Tyrion is not encouraging Daenerys to attack King's Landing and gave them a chance for a surrender - a chance that Cersei will never take no matter what Jaime says.
Jaime's eyes landed on Brienne, they had briefly nodded at each other, as a form of acknowledgment for the some sort of friendship they shared before. Then, his eyes landed on the huge direwolf, and to the flying dragon above them. It might not be as huge as the one Jaime saw at Highgarden, but he knew that it is as fierce.
The dragon screeched at them as it landed in front of Tyrion and Ser Davos. They did not dare to move a muscle as one false move, it will be their doom. Ghost hummed in his throat and the dragon seemed to have calmed down.
"Intimidating enemies, aren't we?" Bronn walked with Tyrion. They had been in good terms even after Tyrion became the hand of the Queen.
"Trust me, it is not my idea."
All of them walked towards the center where the seats are situated, very perfect for a gathering of leaders. Tyrion saw Cersei walking to the center with Qyburn - her Hand - as well as the Mountain.
The Hound glared at his brother, his brother's existence is a very painful reminder of his past, the scars he still had and the nightmares every time he remembers those memories.
Tyrion started walking, Cersei's eyes are on him, glaring as if she wanted to drill into his heart and kill him this instant. He held his ground, no matter how painful it is for a family member to hate him, he has more important things to accomplish, more things to do rather than weeping for a spilled milk. He sat across Cersei, Ser Jorah and Ser Davos right behind him, standing while Ghost followed, sitting on the ground in front of an empty chair, as if claiming a seat for his master. Daena, the wild red dragon sat on the very chair itself, screeching at Cersei and Qyburn - like she knew that the people in front of her were enemies.
Cersei glared at the dragon, but there is evident fear upon the sight of the magnificent beast.
"What a great gathering this is!" One voice resonated as loud as it could that took everyone's attention. It was the arrival of Euron Greyjoy, the current king of Iron Islands. He outstretched his hands, like an arrogant king he is, signifying his arrival. All eyes were on him as he gazed at his nephew, smiling like a maniac, enjoying the fear in Theon's eyes. "And I did not expect to see you here, my beloved nephew. How is your swim? Must be fantastic for you to survive."
Theon glared at his uncle, there is hate, fear and anxiety in his eyes. Davos pitied him for it. It must be painful to endure everything he experienced from the hands of Ramsay Bolton and now, to Euron Greyjoy.
"Where is my sister?"
"Oh, sweet Yara? Don't worry, I did not kill her, not yet. But she is my prisoner, tortured below decks. Do you want to know how much blood she spilled?"
Theon walked to attack Euron, but the soldiers prevented him from doing so. His reaction brought a wide smile in Euron's lips, looking down at his nephew suffering like a useless fool who cannot save his own sister. Euron gave Theon a mocking smile before stepping on the platform, smiling lovingly at Cersei. Jaime's expression grew stern at the presence of Euron Greyjoy.
There had been reports of the engagement of Euron and Cersei Lannister. Tyrion is not sure what Jaime thinks of it.
Euron's eyes darted to Tyrion and his group, and naturally to the beasts lying in front of him, ready to pounce at any moment.
"Is this the dragon I have heard so many tales about? Too small, I wonder how it can burn people alive? The fire must be so cold it could not burn anything." Euron laughed loudly, an action Daena took as an insult.
Daena roared at Euron, mouth widely opened with gathered fire, pointing at Euron itself. Guards started to take position in protecting their king, and even the Mountain stepped in front of Cersei in case the dragon sets them on fire.
"Daena." Ser Davos tried to calm the dragon, warning her not to fire. They are thankful she did not, but her threatening screeches did not seize.
"Daena is easily offended. I suggest you don't offend her any more than you have, because we might not be able to prevent her from burning you alive the second time you did." Ser Davos told Euron, he paid not heed to the titles of this barbarian. An arrogant fool.
He huffed in annoyance as he took his designated seat beside Cersei. Brienne of Tarth, as an envoy representing House Stark, sat next to Tyrion. She is not foolish enough to take a sit next to the easily offended dragon.
Right across them were Euron, next to Cersei. Jaime sat next to the Queen with Qyburn at the back of them standing next to the Mountain. Ser Davos did not take a sit, as he is not a leader, but an adviser. He stood at Daena's back, next to Ser Jorah and Lord Varys. They stood proud in front of Cersei and her companions. She looked their way, sneering at them.
All of them took their seat, looking around as if they are expecting a trap. Cersei sneered upon looking at the empty chairs beside Tyrion.
"And where is your Dragon King and Queen? Don't tell me they intend to make us wait long?" Cersei's voice is cold and authoritative, acting like a queen she is. Ser Davos and the others looked at her with cold demeanor.
"They will be here any moment. You will know once they arrived." Tyrion spoke as soon as he did, a strong flap of wings were heard above Dragon Pit followed by screeches of two large Dragons. Tyrion stood from her seat and even Brienne stood, waiting for the dragons to land.
All eyes were on the two large creatures, black and green. Jaime's face were solemn as he stares at the Black Dragon. He can still remember that day when the Dragon rode to ambush his army inflicting damages so large it is not repairable.
The two dragons screeched at anyone, threatening not to make a move. They slowly walked towards the center. Atop the two dragons were Daenerys Targaryen and Jon Snow - no he is no longer a Snow, but a Targaryen. Jaehaerys Targaryen.
Dany and Jon descended from their rides, looking at the faces of the people in Dragon Pit. Daenerys' eyes locked on the woman who dared to wore a crown in front of them, the pretending queen of Seven Kingdoms. Smile graced her lips upon seeing the fear in Cersei's eyes. She is right to fear the dragons.
Jon nodded at Tyrion and Ser Davos as he and Daenerys walked together to take a seat at the gathering. He smiled upon seeing Ghost and Daena waiting for them. Daena flew away from the seat and stood on the table beside it.
Daenerys stared coldly at Cersei, her crown shining under the heat of the sun.
Queen of the Seven Kingdoms... She snorted at the thought.
"Who could have thought that a lowly bastard from Winterfell turns out to be a Targaryen bastard." Cersei looked at Jon, measuring his reaction. She must be trying to make him angry so she could gain a pace on her own, turning the tide on her favor. Her mistake is that Jon knew how to handle a temper. Being called a bastard seems more like a compliment to him rather than an insult.
"He's not a bastard. Lyanna and Rhaegar apparently wedded in a secret ceremony, making him a true heir to the iron throne." Tyrion spoke to his sister. Cersei's eyes turned to Daenerys, smiling in a mocking way.
"That means you do not have the strongest claim to the Iron Throne."
"And so do you. Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms belong to our family. You do not have the right to wield that crown."
"Family overthrown - "
"The throne and any of that does not matter right now. We have more important matters to discuss. This is not about who should rule This is about survival of everyone!" Everyone fell silent upon hearing Jon's voice. He stood from his seat looking at the great leaders of Westeros.
"Survival? Of what?"
"There is only one war that matters, the Great War against the Others, and it is here." Jon spoke. Cersei looked at him with a mocking smile as she continued.
"You mean a conquest for Iron Throne? Are you planning to have books written for you? It will be an epic story to tell. Is that what you hope for?"
Jon glared at Cersei.
"What I hope for is survival of everyone. We have an enemy North of the Wall. They are coming and we must unite our forces against them."
"Unity? A truce you mean?"
"Yes. A truce for now." Daenerys spoke. Her eyes never left Cersei. She wanted to keep observing her reactions and her words, trying to see a deception behind every words she utters.
Untrustworthy...
Cersei sneered at Daenerys. She knew what the Dragon Queen meant. She knew that once this so-called truce is over, Daenerys' army will take Iron Throne.
"What proof will I have that you will not order your army to take King's Landing from me? You have more men than I do."
"You have our word."
"Your word? Seems unbelievable."
Daenerys looked at Tyrion, telling him that his sister is a stubborn woman not willing to comprehend the words and the situation.
"We have a proof. A proof of what lies beyond the wall, the enemies we should defeat." Tyrion said, eyes locked on Cersei's, pleading for her to listen more. Right at this moment, the Hound brought the caged wight. He unlocked the cage. At first nothing happened until he kicked the cage and the wight they captured ran straight to Cersei.
Everyone is surprised and shocked. They see a monstrous creature they haven't seen before. Almost like a living skeleton. The chain prevented the wight from reaching Cersei.
The wight wildly observed everyone, trying to see which he could attack first. It was the Hound he saw nearby. It started to attack the Hound, but he sliced it in half, yet it did not stopped moving.
Jaime stood from his seat, shocked upon the sight. It was unnerving, terrifying even so. Qyburn also stood from his seat, observing the undead man moving despite being sliced in half. This is when the hound sliced one of its hands, who is still moving. Qyburn picked up the severed hand, his eyes were as wide as it could be looking at a monster.
Jon took the hand from Qyburn.
"These creatures can only be stopped by fire." Ser Davos handed the torch to Jon as he start burning the hand, holding it for everyone to see. "And another way to stop them is Dragon Glass." He took a dagger and stabbed the wight in his heart, killing it.
Everyone fell silent as they stared at the creature presented. Euron stood from his seat, observing it.
"These creatures are dangerous. Can they swim?"
"No." Jon felt disappointed in Euron's question. He already knew what this man will say.
"Then I am going back to Pyke with my fleet." He started walking away from the Dragon Pit. Daenerys temper rises. She stood from her seat then faced the coward Euron Greyjoy.
"Bear in mind that once this is over, we will never forget your cowardice." Those words were enough as a warning to Euron. A clear message that once Daenerys and Jon dealt with this enemy, she will be storming off to Pyke to oust him from his throne.
Euron did not answer and continued to walk away. Jon and Dany looked at each other, understanding that there will be no help coming from Euron. They looked at Cersei, asking for an answer.
"And when this is done, will you be raising your banners to take the crown?" Cersei looked at Jon, demanding an answer. "Or will you forfeit your claim and remain as King in the North while we battle for who should be the rightful Queen?" Cersei then looked at Daenerys, challenging her. Daena sensed Cersei's threatening words, she screeched at her and even Drogon and Rhaegal growled, startling Cersei.
"There will be no battle of who is the rightful Queen. You said it yourself, I don't have the strongest claim and so do you." Daenerys mocked Cersei for thinking that she will remain as Queen when this is over. Daenerys might not have the claim as she used to be, but she will not stop unless the crown will be returned to the rightful family - their family. She will raise her army for House Targaryen.
"Then I guess both of you combined your forces as one. That is easy. You all will rally to this army of the dead while my army will deal what is left of you." That was all she said and walked away with Qyburn and the Mountain following behind which leaves the others in the Dragon Pit.
"How many do they have?" Jaime asked.
"I've seen them. One of my children almost died facing these enemies. They have a hundred thousand, or more." Jaime's expression changed the moment Daenerys told him of what they saw beyond the wall.
"We have to convince Cersei to help in this war. If we all die, all our corpses will be against King's Landing in no time, leaving no human alive. Do you understand?" Tyrion looked at Jaime, pleading to forget their grudges, setting it aside in favor of uniting their forces against a bigger enemy.
Jamie nodded at Tyrion. Both Lannister started to walk, following where Cersei is. They found her in a room with the Mountain standing guard. Jaime told the Mountain to let Tyrion pass and he did, but not without him.
Inside the room, Cersei looked at Tyrion with so much hate she could muster.
"I already gave my answer. You go back to your Targaryen masters. You go back to your Targaryen whore."
Tyrion looked conflicted at his sister.
"They are not my masters, nor am I their slave. I chose to serve Queen Daenerys, and she chose me as her hand. King Jon is - "
"He will be raising his banners in no time to claim the throne and I supposed with the help of your foreign slut."
"A slut you cannot kill nor you can intimidate. Jon and Daenerys are the last Targaryens, the last dragons. They are joining forces to fight an enemy to protect the whole kingdom. An action you should also be doing because you have the crown!"
"A crown who will be gone once this war is over! They will join forces against me, destroy what I tried to achieve! This is what you want, isn't it? The destruction of the Lannisters! First you killed our mother, then you killed our father. Myrcella died when you sent her to Dorne, Tommen died right after. Do you really long to see me dead?"
"I killed our father, but he tried murdering me for a crime I never did! Hate me all you want but I will only profess to the crimes I did and not the ones you're accusing me. I don't want to see our family destroyed. Before Jon's heritage is revealed, Daenerys wanted to storm King's Landing to take back what is hers by right. She does not want negotiation, she wanted to give you fire and blood but I convinced her otherwise. You are alive and still wearing the crown because Daenerys does not want to melt castles and cause innocent people's deaths in the cross fire."
Tyrion exhaled a breath as he took a wine from the table, pouring himself a gulp. He then took it to serve wine to Cersei and himself. Cersei only looked at the wine served, not touching it.
"If you are to keep your army here and wait until all of us are finished, you will be left to deal with dead dragons, more undead army at your doorstep. Do you think your army can handle it?" Cersei did not answer. She instinctively put a hand on her growing stomach as she continued to observe her brother. Tyrion took noticed of her actions and arrived at a conclusion.
"If you don't want to do it for us and for the people, then do it for the safety of your unborn child."
Cersei looked at Tyrion, shocked as to how he knew of her condition. He stood and looked directly in Cersei's eyes.
"A mother will always wish for the safety and what is the best for her children. You should do the same..."
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Daenerys wanted to storm inside to see if they murdered her hand or not. He had been gone for long and she fears Cersei went mad and killed Tyrion. Daenerys will not hesitate to burn all of them alive should that happen.
"If she decides to be as stubborn as a stone, all our efforts will be for nothing." Daenerys told Jon.
He remained silent and waited for Tyrion.
Steps echoed and as they all looked at the source. It was Tyrion followed by Cersei and her guards. Daenerys is relieved to find her Hand alive and safe. From the looks of it, Tyrion must have convinced Cersei.
Cersei stood in front of Jon and Daenerys.
"I will raise my banners and ready my army to march North to fight these creatures of the dead. May you all remember how I helped in this Great War knowing it will be at my disadvantage. We will sign a truce, until the Great War is over, we will fight together." Jon nodded, grateful for Cersei's pledge to this cause but Daenerys is not convinced. She can sense something in her words, lurking behind like a snake.
She walked forward, mere steps away from Cersei. She smiled at her, thanking her for her pledge.
"On behalf of House Targaryen, we thank you for pledging your forces to fight a common enemy. We will keep our word for this truce, but if by any chance you decide to betray us..." She walked closer to Cersei, two steps apart as she whispered: "One dragon will be enough to burn you alive."
Cersei gritted her teeth in rage as she looked at the Dragon Queen's retreating form. Daenerys' words were followed by the growls of agreement from the dragons, sending fear to the Lannister army.
Jon sighed and nodded at Cersei. All of them knew the meeting is over. Dany started mounting Drogon and so as Jon but before flying away from Dragon Pit, she said one last words to Cersei.
"You better keep your word, Cersei Lannister. Take my words seriously, because I intend to keep them."
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AN: First of all, I am disappointed that they named Jon Aegon, although it makes sense because the name Aegon is heroic and whatnot but Rhaegar already have a son named Aegon before Jon.
Regardless of what the show has, I will keep my story as it is, his name is still Jaehaerys Targaryen. The name Aegons bears so much burden for Jon, so nope. I am gonna stick with what I am doing.
Some of you are wondering why I did not update for the last couple of days. I was busy as hell, 3hour meetings with VPs and all that work stuff I have to deal with. I have to deal 5 meetings in one day! Ugh...
BTW, I updated Chapters 1- 7 and corrected some grammatical mistakes. Gonna check on chapters 8 - 11 to see if there are any mistakes I have to correct.
Shoutout to fuangel29 for making an art of Jon's dragons. Check it out in this link It is also in my profile, so you can open my profile and click the link: /dbljhdc
Anyways, Boatsex is the best thing that ever happened to Jonerys.
