Hey all, I need to briefly address something from the last chapter. When I wrote it, the part about the baby names. Honesty, I think I just had a brain fart. I completely spaced, I forgot that in Westeros there are no middle names. I was just writing and once I got to that part I just kept going. Not even a second thought, someone in the comments made me aware of this. I thank them. I changed it as soon as I was told about it. Some of you may have seen this, maybe not. But I still needed to address it, sorry for the some of you that saw it like that. Luckily it wasn't a huge amount, I think because I posted the chapter at like 2 in the morning. All I can is admit I was wrong. And something else, when I began writing for this chapter, I realized that in chapter 9, I had Jon telling Sansa about his heritage. Jon told her that she would be queen in the north, which is not true because the north has swore fealty to Queen Daenerys. Sansa cannot be queen. She will be Warden of the North, not queen. I've since also changed that, if you care to look back and see. Sorry about my sudden bevy of fuck ups, but I am only human.
Anyways, here's chap 11.
"Good thing Euron made a pit stop at Pyke, we would never have known where he was going if he didn't." Theon's first mate told him. Theon and his crew first went to Pyke Isle to see if Euron was there, he wasn't. He left a handful of islanders there, Theon was able to get some information out of one of them.
"Yes, but he has a head start. We will never catch him, he will just run into us on his way back. He will reach Essos, gather the men and make his way back. We would not fare well against his fleet. We would quickly slaughtered."
They were on Theon's lone ship, heading in the direction of Essos. As fast as the winds would allow them, Theon and the first mate stood on the bow of the ship. Looking out at the ocean, "What if Euron just stays in Essos? No one is ruling Dorne right now, all of the Dornish lords are dead as far as I know. Unless some ragtags took over, which I'd say is possible. But Euron would have no problem taking over, he could just stay there."
"Let's hope," Theon said, "Somehow I doubt he will give up a chance to be King, all he wants is power. But, there is a chance he could become distracted by Dorne, some whores maybe. If we could reach Essos, whilst he was distracted. Maybe we could stand a chance if we could get to Euron, and surely Euron would keep Yara on his ship. That could work, let's hope Euron's lustful tendencies kick in; some whores entice him."
Theon walked below decks, to the cells. A man named Harrag in there, he was man Theon needed to beat up to get the Iron Born to follow him. Theon walked in front of the cell. "You had enough time in there yet?"
"Fuck off,"
"Is that a no?"
"I said fuck off,"
"I came down here to see if I could get you to help me, you would be great help. We need all the men we can get-"
"Do I really need to say it again?"
"Fine, rot in this cell, you will not leave it unless you agree to help us. Maybe we will stop feeding you, how'd you like that?"
He glared at Theon, "You beat me in a fight, I was beaten by a man with no cock. The men will never respect me again,"
"They don't have to respect you, you just need to work with us. You can handle yourself in a fight, and we going to be fighting a lot here pretty soon. But know this, I am the leader here, if that tears you up, stay and rot in this cell. So, what's it gonna be?"
He took a deep breath, "Fuck me, fine, I'll help you. But don't I'll call you captain or anything."
"Wouldn't have it any other way."
Cersei was beginning to show, it had been some time since she discovered she was pregnant. This child had given her a new purpose, she had to protect it. After Jaime left her, she had somewhat left into a depressive state. Qyburn had told her recently that he had reached Winterfell. He had undoubtedly told them of her plans, which angered her. A part of her wishes she would have had the strength to have The Mountain kill him, on the other hand, she knew she could never kill him. He was the father of her unborn child. Every child needs a father, she decided when she crushed her enemies she'd might spare Jaime. Just so her child could have a father, even though it's father was a traitor. It took every fiber of her being not to send her best men after him, to bring him back to her. She sat in her chambers, in a chair by the table in the middle of the room. She had began drinking wine for a while now, she turned to bed. She glanced at the side of the bed where she slept, and then she looked at the side where Jaime slept. It deeply saddened her that he left her, only the thought of her child kept him alive. She placed her hand on the slight bump on her stomach. Pleasant thoughts flooded her mind, she thought of her first three children. They were so loved, she had loved them dearly. Tommen, was her sweet little boy, if only he had been as stern as Joffrey. He'd might have been a decent king. He was too weak. Joffrey was too stern, she didn't deny it. She loved him, but he was the one of the worst kings ever. He was so cruel, it sickened her to think of all those whores he killed with that crossbow. But it still tears her up when she thinks about how he died in her arms. It was so easy for her to blame Tyrion, it was instantly justified in her mind in that moment. When Joffrey reached out to him, she didn't care if he had actually did it. She hated him and this was a great reason to have him killed. Nothing made her happier when The Mountain crushed Oberyn Martell's head, knowing this meant Tyrion would die. She even smiled now thinking about it. Although she could have had Ser Gregor run him through with his sword, but she didn't. She'd liked to think that the reason she hadn't killed him was there was only three Lannister's left. Two of them were dead to her, yet she a chance to kill them both, and something held her back. She dismissed the thought, she would pull any punches now. Only thing that mattered now was the child growing in her. There was a knock on her door, "Come in."
Qyburn slowly entered, "My Queen?"
"Yes?"
"Shall we be acting on our conversation earlier?"
She nodded, "Bar the gates, no one in or out. We have enough provisions to last for at least a year if not two, all we do now if wait for Euron to bring me my army."
"What then?"
"Crush everyone in my way."
King's Landing could be seen on the horizon, they were drawing close. Only half a day's ride now, they would be at the gates by nightfall.
"Fucking finally," Sandor grunted, "Tired of riding this damned horse."
"Still excited?" Gendry asked warmly, directed to Arya.
"As ever," Arya responded.
"Are we sure about this plan?" Gendry inquired.
"Yeah, we are," Sandor guzzled down some wine, "It will be fine, Cersei will not pass up a chance to capture a Stark. She'd have huge leverage over Jon, he'd do anything for her."
"You think so?" Arya said.
"Let's just hope it doesn't come to that." Gendry said.
Nightfall came, as expected, they reached the gates of the city. They stopped some hundred yards away. "Do they close the gates at night?" Gendry asked.
"Yeah of course they fucking do, we can get in tomorrow."
They pulled of the road, and hid in the cover of some trees. Made camp and went to sleep. In the morning, Arya was first to wake. She rose and walked back out to the road, she looked to gates, still closed. She rubbed her eyes to make sure she was seeing things. She went back to camp, she kicked Sandor awake as he had done to her days ago.
Sandor grabbed his knife on his belt, "What the fuck?" He looked up at her, "What the fuck are you doing?"
"The gates are still shut, shouldn't they be open by now?"
Gendry rolled over, awake because of them talking.
"How the fuck show I know?"
"I don't know, you've spent twice the time there then I did. Why don't you tell me why it appears they have barred the gates."
"They would bar the gates with they under siege, but I don't see anyone laying siege to them." Gendry said sleepily.
"I don't fucking know, maybe Cersei has finally lost it."
"She could be paranoid that some could be coming for her? I mean she did betray two of the most powerful people in the country." Gendry reasoned.
"It's possible-" In that moment, there was a sound of a wagon on the road, the three of them became silent. When it passed by, Arya went back out to peer out on the road. The wagon slowly reached the gates, going over the bridge. It stopped in front of the gates, she could barely make out a voice. "What is the meaning of this? Why are the gates closed?" She heard the person on the wagon say. Arya moved closer so she could see, she hid behind a tree. A Lannister guard, hung his head over the wall, looking down at the wagon.
"Fuck off! No one is entering the city!"
"What? I am a merchant, I have to make my living."
"We have enough, now go the fuck away."
Arya ran back to Sandor and Gendry, "What is it?" Gendry asked.
"The guy was a merchant, he wanted passage in, and they wouldn't let him in. By the looks of it, no one is getting in through the gates."
"That's not good,"
"No shit, How the fuck are we gonna get in there?"
Arya started pacing back and forth, "There has to be another way in,"
"Ser Davos smuggled Tyrion into the city, there is a little cove with a beachy area. He rode a boat in, from there is a path into the city."
"Could you find it?"
Gendry shrugged, "Maybe, but we'd need a boat first."
"I think I can get my hands on a fucking dingy." Sandor scoffed.
"If we go in that way, that completely changes our plan. Cersei wouldn't receive us if we snuck into the city."
"I guess you'll have to also sneak into the red keep too," Gendry stated.
"Aye, it can be done, at night I could climb up to her chambers. Provided I know which one is her's."
"Last I saw she had on the biggest chambers in the red keep, she had large balcony overlooking the city. But I couldn't tell you for sure that's where she stays now."
"I can scout it out."
"What about The Mountain?" Gendry said.
"Let me worry about him."
After the marriage, Daenerys had named Sansa the Warden of the North, to calm the angry northern lords; and it worked, they finally stopped whining. They no longer spoke against Jon and Daenerys' relationship, Sansa made sure of that. Jon was glad that burden had been lifted of his shoulders, and he was happy for Sansa. She always so much better at leading the north than he was. Not only was Sansa happy about her new position, so was Jon. He had found Daenerys. He often wondered what his life would be like if they had found each other earlier in their lives. All he can think about is her, and their child; he would do anything to protect them, nothing would stop him from keeping them out of harm's way. They were the most important people in his life, he couldn't live without them.
Daenerys has never been more happy in her entire life, nothing brings her greater joy than being with Jon. She has never been more excited about anything more than the thought of having a child with him. She often thought about Khal Drogo, she was glad he had been in her life. Once upon a time she loved him greatly, but he's been gone a long time; in a way, she was happy that he left her. If he hadn't died, she'd might still be Essos right now. She would have never made her way to Westeros, to Jon.
Nothing would tear them apart, they were inseparable.
Jon stood with her in the middle of the courtyard, they were somewhat arguing.
"Jon, I will not abandon you."
Jon took her in his arms, "My love, listen to me, when we are battling the dead, and you are flying above the battle. I won't be on Rhaegal the entire time, I'll need to face the night king. If you see us fail, you must fly back to Winterfell as quick as you can. Get everyone left in the castle, and try to escape. The army of the dead are not that fast, you may be able to get back to White Harbor, get as many people away as you can."
She put her hand on his face, "You are everything to me, you and our child. I cannot lose you, I will not leave you."
"If I cannot defeat the night king there will be no saving me, you must take our child away. So that it can live, if I fall, you cannot fall as well. You'll take our child with you, the thought of losing you haunts me."
"There will not be an option to retreat, because we will win."
"I'm glad you are confident. Because I am not, I don't like our chances. Even if we do defeat them, the price will be high." He stepped away from her, turning around to face the gate. He looked out the wide open gate, in the distance he could make out something coming over the horizon. He narrowed his vision, it was coming closer, looked about as big as a small horse, it was white. Jon's heart fluttered, "Ghost?"
He started to run towards him, it knew it was him. "Jon? Where are you going?" Daenerys asked worried.
Jon was running full speed in his heavy cloak, Ghost started to run to. Jon ran into him, he was engulfed in his white fur. He hugged him tight, Ghost's head wrapped around his back. "Oh, Ghost, where have you been? I've missed you." Ghost licked his face, Jon laughed.
"Who is this?"
Jon turned to see Daenerys, "Oh, this is my oldest friend, Ghost. He is a direwolf."
"He is very, large."
"Aye, they get pretty big." He motioned to her, "Come here, touch him."
Daenerys moved slowly, Ghost was a little bit tentative, but he noticed that Jon liked her. She gradually rubbed his neck and head area, "He is so soft, he has such thick hair."
"He's the best, we have a sort of bond, like you have with Drogon. He always knows where to find me, I don't always know where he is, unfortunately but he comes back to me." They walked together back inside Winterfell's gates.
"You have a thing for animals, bonding with Ghost and Rhaegal."
He laughed, "Yeah, I guess I do."
Done.
Holy shit, next chapter is going to be crazy, I can't wait to write it.
See ya then.
