Dragons and Thrones: A Reborn Terror

Chapter 11 of my crossover story, enjoy :)

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Marina Ka-Fai: Thanks, glad you enjoyed it, they're actually not a popular ship as Alistair is more often paired up with the Hero of Ferelden.
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Now onto the story.

Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin. Dragon Age belongs to Bioware.


Cersei

'Someone is playing a cruel joke on me.' Cersei thought angrily to herself.

She was fuming at how much things were falling apart; this wasn't how it was supposed to be. She cursed her father's strange lapse of judgement and lamented on how it could ruin everything for them.

She shook her head. 'What was he thinking, sending Tyrion to act as Hand of the King; that wastrel cannot possibly do anything right. He has already proved that by removing one of our loyalists, for no reason. Janos was true to us; he served us without questions.'

Yet now, Tyrion has him sent off to the Wall and put his own sellsword in charge of the Gold Cloaks. This merely added to Cersei's fury as she felt it an insult, as well as dangerous, the man may be a trained killer, certain a more deadly fighter, but his loyalty was in question.

'Honestly, loyalty is what matters; we need people who serve us obediently, regardless of their abilities.' She thought angrily. 'Not only that; Tyrion has already corrupted our magical advisor.'

She frowned at the thought of Dorian Pavus. The man was certainly highly knowledgeable of magic, had excellent taste in his own fashions, remarkable intelligence in general and had some curious appetites; but he was far too close with Tyrion for her liking.

As she considered this, walking across the courtyard to the Small Council chambers, a voice brought her out of her thoughts.

"Ah, Your Grace; what an unexpected pleasure."

She turned, plastering a false smile on her face.

'As if you weren't hiding out here, waiting for me.' She internally sneered, although replied politely. "Lord Baelish, is there something you want?"
Littlefinger grinned as he fell into step beside her, her guards trailed just behind.

"I felt you should know, last night, while seeing to my establishments, I met a…interesting customer." He remarked.

Cersei had to keep herself from snapping; why should she care about the dregs and scum who frequented brothels; especially Lords cheating on their spouses.

Littlefinger's words however immediately had her change her train of thought.

He smirked and remarked. "It seems our magical advisor has some strange tastes. He was in my establishment the other night and purchased the services of…Olyvar."

That struck Cersei and surprised her greatly. Olyvar was clearly male, she now had something to use against Dorian if what Littlefinger said was true.

"I see, well that is interesting Lord Baelish, I would hold on to that information, it may prove useful in the future." She remarked. 'Finally, I have something to use against one of the threats to me and my power already.'

She continued onwards to the Small Council chamber, already feeling a chance to change things for the better.

She entered the Small Council chambers, everybody else was already present; even Tyrion. Cersei barely even glanced at her repugnant brother; meanwhile she smiled knowingly at Dorian. To the man's credit, he didn't even flinch, or look remotely worried. She changed her focus then and instead sat down, ready to begin. Once they were all seated, Tyrion spoke.

"Well; what have we here?" He consulted the papers in front of him. "More news from the war front, information regarding our enemies and a…complaint, from the High Septon."

Cersei narrowed her eyes upon hearing this, wondering what that blundering fool was whimpering about now.

It seemed Pycelle thought it a matter of importance however. "Your Grace, we should hear what the High Septon has to say, urgently…this is clearly a crucial matter."

Cersei rolled her eyes. "The business of war is a crucial matter, not the complaints of a religious man who seems to find time to do nothing but complain."

"Indeed, and quite the complaint too." Tyrion remarked, reading it. "Complaining about the Qunari, whom he claims are an affront to the Seven and stealing true believers and forcing them to convert."

Varys quirked an eyebrow at that. "Oh and is that true…?"

"Of course it is true; we heard it from his own words, the High Septon…" Pycelle cut across him.

Cersei had heard enough however. "No, that is not proof of things being true, Grand Maester. I myself have had words of these converts and none are forced. This is not a complaint, it lacks substance it is a matter of religious differences, nothing more."

Pycelle gaped at her in disbelief after that.

When he finally found his voice again he shook his head.

"Your Grace, this is serious, those Qunari are…"

"Here by our invitation, to find what was stolen from them." Cersei cut across him. "There is no forced conversion; I have already verified that, these are just the words of a desperate and pathetic man who would rather complain than do something about it. This is not something to be brought before the Small Council, as it is merely a waste of our time."

Pycelle was left speechless, the other councillors muttered in approval of Cersei's words.

It was then Dorian spoke. "Indeed; I know Qunari, my countrymen have been at war with them for…many, many years. I imagine the Qun appeals to those who are desperate and have nowhere else to turn, which I find strange since I thought religious people always made it a priority to help the downtrodden."

Tyrion nodded. "I agree; so this matter with the High Septon, it will be put aside, no further discussion."

Cersei had to admit, this was one of those rare occasions she agreed with Tyrion. However Dorian did have a point and she had to admit, it was alarming how quickly the Qunari presence had changed the balance of things in the city. Many people, particularly from Flea Bottom, were running to the Qunari, converting to their Qun, if only to escape their squalid living conditions.

But that was a matter for another time, right now; they had to figure out what was going on with their enemies.

Tyrion consulted the documents before him and smiled lightly.

"Lord Varys, I believe you are the one who gathered this information." He queried.

Varys nodded and then spoke. "Indeed, the situation as you can see, is somewhat grave for us. We have no allies save the Westerlands. Dorne, the Vale and the Iron Islands remained still neutral, the Reach and Stormlands have joined together under Renly and the North and Riverlands have sided with Stannis."

Cersei spoke up at that point. "The North and Riverlands won't be a problem, father is already leading his armies to attack them and they have reclaimed the outpost they set up at Harrenhal. As for the North, we hold Sansa Stark hostage, which will prevent them from acting directly against us. Speaking of which, what news on the search for Arya Stark, two hostages will be better than one?"

Tyrion shook his head. "Extensive searches have turned up nothing; if Arya Stark did indeed end up in these new lands, she either has not returned, or if she has, she is not here in King's Landing."

"Where else could she go, it's not as if she's aware of what's happened here?" Pycelle remarked.

Cersei shook her head. "You truly are blind, old man, she could go home, to the North, Gods knows anyone with eyes could see that little animal hated it here, she'd avoid this place like the plague given half the chance."

Tyrion cut in quickly there. "Well, I think we have some serious work to do, we've isolated and in danger…We better get started."

Cersei sighed but knew Tyrion was right; they had to hurry, before they were completely cut off and destroyed.


End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.