Euron

At this point in his life, Euron Greyjoy was happy. He had married Cersei Lannister and was now King of the Seven Kingdoms. He had the power he had longed for. He was currently on his way to a council meeting. Cersei met him in the corridor. He gave her a nod.

"My queen."

"My King." Cersei, as was customary, looped her hand through Euron's arm and they walked on. They met Qyburn in the small council chamber and took thier seats.

"Shall we begin?" The elderly ex-maester asked the royal couple. Cersei nodded and gave consent.

"So," Euron said. "What news of the incoming invasion?"

"They are reported to be three days away from the city," Qyburn informed. "The dragons are nowhere to be seen but I suspect they will join the usurper's troops once they reach the capital."

"Do I attack the ships?"

"No. We stay in the capital. Preparations are being made for the wildfire all around the city. I suspect the girl knows about our defences from my dear brothers but it doesn't stop it from going off. There's no defence against wildfire." Qyburn showed a sly smile. "Tyrion is her Hand. I'm sure he'll have told them all the secret ways in. We'll have them blocked off and guarded. We'll have all exits covered."

"Is that all?" Qyburn asked.

"Yes," Cersei replied. "Continue with your preparations. Husband, would you do me the honour of visiting my brother and telling him the news?" Euron smirked.

"Of course."

"Go. Take the Mountain with you to keep Jaime under control. He wouldn't act up against me but you... He'd probably feel he could overpower you."

"Well, I'll make sure he can't."

"Dont hurt him at all. We need him for our plans." Euron nodded again and left, the Mountain trailing him.

He unlocked Jaime's door and stepped through. The Mountain silently moved into the corner of the room. Jaime lay on the bed. As Euron moved closer he could see the Lannister had been crying. Probably mourning his dear Brienne who wasn't actually dead. Upon seeing him, Jaime quickly dried his eyes and sat up, head rested on the headboard.

"Brother!" Euron announced loudly. Jaime glanced up at him and then back down at his fingers. "Your friends are almost here. And soon they will all be dead."

"No. They'll win. They'll overthrow you. And you'll die. Not them." Euron laughed heartily and thumped Jaime on the arm.

"A good jest, dear brother. It's unfortunate your dear darling Brienne won't be joining us." Jaime, rage contorting on his face, swung his legs over the side of the bed, got up and moved closer to Euron. Soon they were nose to nose.

"Careful Jaime. Are you sure you want to do that?" Euron asked jokingly, gesturing to the monster who stirred from his corner. Jaime glanced from the Kingsguard to the King and decided to back down. He curled back up on the bed. Euron smirked.

"That's more like it. You know your place. Now, not long to wait until you will be needed. Hang in there!" Jaime glared as Euron backed out the door, the Mountain following him. He made sure the door was securely locked before heading back to his Queen.