Anastasia sat at her small table facing her balcony and sighed placing her face in her hands wishing the day would be over; it was only midday and yet she was so tired. This day was going to be the longest of her life but if it all went well it could end decades of war in no time. She composed herself as she went to meet with Tywin Lannister, Anastasia admitted to herself that although she had met the man on several occasions she still felt small and in awe of being in his presence, but letting him know that would not serve her or anyone any good. She marched to his chambers psyching herself up as she went, she didn't expect complete cooperation the first time and had already made preparations for such an incident.
As she entered the room she found the lead lion sitting proud at his station. Anastasia found it slightly amusing to him this way in so many aspects Cersei echoed this man's pride and arrogance, with the green eyes and blonde hair it was easy to tell that they had been picked from the same crop. Anastasia held her hand out and in it was placed the letter Tywin had wrote. She quickly gazed over it looking for any signs of a hidden message within, ripping the letter up. She threw the pieces at Tywin. "Exactly how stupid do you think I am?" She asked him frankly. "Because only an idiot would think that I'd let that past." She took the seat in front of him, Tywin did nothing but stare accusingly at her. "Now since you feel the need to be as much of an ingrate as those children of yours, I'll show you what I can be when I'm a real bitch. Bring in the Kingslayer!" I yelled to my men out the door.
They shuffled in holding between them the corpse of the 'Kingslayer'. The only change in Tywin's face as he looked upon the body that could have been his son was a tightening in his jaw. "Who did this to my son?" He glared at the men carry the body.
"I did." Anastasia spoke up and that hateful glare turned its full power on her. "After what he did to me I'd say it's getting off lightly." Anastasia let a convincing wicked grin creep onto her face.
"You're a butcher, but what's to be expected from when a dragon whore and a drunken rebel breed." He spat the words at her. "How will this make me do as you ask, you stupid girl?"
Anastasia laughed. "You might want to remember, Lord Tywin that you served that dragon whore and her drunken rebel too." Her tone went very stern. "And you will serve the offspring of that union, otherwise I will dragged that beloved daughter of yours in front of you and make you watch as I butcher her alive." Anastasia shrugged her shoulders and sighed. "If that doesn't work, then we have your imp son, two grandchildren and I believe you also have a brother currently residing in the capital. We can repeat the process over and over again until you comply." Anastasia stood and lent over so she could whisper in the old lion's ear. "I am a Targaryen; we can be very creative with the fates of men. You watched my grandfather a mad man and what he was capable of, he burned them alive those who had done nothing wrong to him. I on the other hand am perfectly sound of mind and nothing would bring me more pleasure than to paint the walls with the gold and crimson blood of those who have scorned me. I'll give you some advice boy, don't fuck with the dragon." Anastasia pulled herself away, heading for the door she called. "Remove the body." As she left she cried over her shoulder. "I'll be back Lord Tywin, we mustn't keep the people waiting." She stopped to speak to the guard. "Do tell me how he reacts; I would like to know I made Lord Tywin Lannister, the legendary war commander cry."
Anastasia found her way back to her chambers, she was alone. She took a moment to recline in a chair, closing her eyes she reflexively sent her hand to her chest to find Jon's ring around her neck, the cold silver felt heavier than usual as it sat upon her fingers. "Jon" She sighed, the report had said that they presumed he was dead not that he was dead. Anastasia felt like simply crawling into bed and waiting for Robb to turn up with his army. The was a knock at her door, Anastasia waited for it to go away but the sound just kept going, finally frustrated she stood and punched her fist against the wall, breathing in she composed herself and opened the door wide, before it stood Varys and Littlefinger accompanied by one guard. "What is the meaning of this visit, I didn't ask for them." She directed her speech to their captor.
"No, but they insisted upon seeing you." He replied. "If you wish, I'll send them away."
Anastasia rubbed her forehead. "No send them in, if you hear screams it's not me." She smiled at the guard as she ushered the men in and closed the door on him.
"Is that wise, sending away your protection and sealing yourself in a room with two men." Littlefinger interjected.
Anastasia shook her head. "I've spent the last two years fighting a war; I'm more than safe in a room with the likes of you two." Anastasia took a seat at the edge of her table. "Now what have I done to get the two of you in a room together? I thought by now I'd be seeing each of you separately with both urging me to discard the other with the Lannisters."
Lord Varys moved silently attempting to take her hand. "Your grace, we wish only to help you."
Anastasia moved her hand away in disgust. "Don't bother spider, you hate me and we both know it. What help exactly to you plan to give me, the same kind you offered Lord Stark?"
The eunuch bowed his head. "The death of Lord Stark was a sad thing, but I assure you that what I did was in the service of the realm."
"How did you serve the realm when you allowed the child to rule the kingdom?" She snapped at him putting the spider in his place.
Littlefinger strode forward confidently not even bothering with the spider's attempt at subtly. Anastasia shifted her eyes to him and he froze in place. "Of course you know I acted against Lord Stark, your grace but that was for the love I bore his wife, but you I have never acted against you or your family. If you remember back to when you were just a small child, you lived in one of my fine establishments and while you were there neither your mother nor yourself were abused in anyway." He put on that fact smile that he always wore.
Anastasia looked at him directly. "If you remember correctly Lord Baelish, it is Ned Stark's son whom shall be the king; you may not want to say such things so loudly again and as for my family, well obviously you have a shorter memory than I. You see I remember at the age of four my virginity was worth exactly three silver coins, I don't know how you define abuse, but for me that was one of the worst things a human being could do." Anastasia turned, both men were left silent as she rested her hands on the table and looked at the wall. "I suppose you want to know what is to happen to the both of you." She didn't wait for a response. "You'll be stripped of your positions on the small council and sent home." Anastasia turned back to them. "If that's all gentlemen I've got other matters to attend to." She waved a hand to the door. Littlefinger opened his mouth as though he wished to protest. "I could just as easily strip you of your head if you'd prefer." She snapped.
Both men left promptly and once again Anastasia was left to her own devices, it would be close to week before Robb would arrive and she'd be stuck running the capital. Anastasia decided to pay a visit to someone she'd been dying to see.
Author's Note: SORRY for the long delay but life just got in the way and I had so many ideas for my own stuff, but here enjoy.
