Hello,

Me again! I am in the writing flow so *shoves new chapter in your face* I am trying to stick to a writing schedule and I think this will be the last chapter I post out of sync of a weekly posting schedule. I should be back on the 5th of November :)

Enjoy the latest chapter of Dance of the Falcon, a lot happens here and I think it is a bit of a cracker!


Chapter 71: Drowned Silence

An hour later in the early morning…

Cersei's chambers in the Great Pyramid, Meereen, Slavers Bay, South Essos


Oberyn sat pensively on the bench outside Cersei's chambers, tapping his foot impatiently on the stone floor as screams emanated from behind the closed door.

"You do not need to be here," Varys said as he sat down next to the Prince.

"Whenever one of my daughters was being born, I liked to be close by," Oberyn offered in way of an explanation.

"A lovely gesture but Cersei isn't birthing your bastard," and as if to accentuate that point Cersei's wail swept through the corridor they were both sitting in.

Oberyn stopped the tapping of his foot and swivelled to face Varys, "No but I carried her all the way here. Let's say I am invested. Why are you here Spider?"

"Oh, I am just being nosey," Oberyn gave him a deep smile knowing that wasn't the main reason which prompted Varys to continue, "and if she dies, I will need to move quickly to keep the news from getting out and sending this city into even more chaos."

Oberyn chuckled lightly, "Who knew Cersei Lannister would become a stabilising force anywhere in the world."

"Indeed," Varys agreed seeing the irony.

Oberyn leaned towards Varys, "You know she was about to tell me something interesting before her babe interrupted us."

"Oh?" Varys said, his curiosity piqued.

"She was about to tell me who she suspected of helping Ser Bronn of the Blackwater murder my brother."

"I believe Tyrion and Tywin Lannister were behind Doran's death and-"

"You think I do not know that. I am referring to the person in Dorne who facilitated their efforts to kill my brother. Tyrion's so-called agent of chaos."

"Why are you telling me this Prince Oberyn?"

"Because dear Spider if Cersei had her suspicions surely so do you."

Varys let out a faint chuckle, "You want to know my thoughts?"

"I insist," Oberyn said with charm behind a force grin.

Varys seemed to consider his options for a moment and the conversation lulled into a thick silence which Oberyn guested was soon to be be punctuated by a scream from the woman giving birth only a dozen metres away but it never came.

Varys shuffled in his seat, knowing Oberyn wouldn't let him go without a name.

"My Prince, I fear you would not like my answer."

"And yet I am still asking the question."

Varys tilted his head towards Oberyn's ear and in a low voice muttered the identity of his suspect.

Oberyn's face belayed a flash of anger, "No."

Varys just smiled, "I told you, you would not like my answer but before you question me, how about you go ask them if they did it or not."

"You are wrong," Oberyn said getting up abruptly and he was about to continue his triad when the door to Cersei's chambers opened.

Missandei stood before them with a distraught look on her face. She shook her head and the smell of blood wafted through the air.

Oberyn turned and stormed through the corridor choosing to feed off anger instead of tragedy, leaving Varys and Missandei alone.

"We tried our best," Missandei said looking at her feet, "but the babe … it didn't survive."

Varys collected Missandei's hands, "You and the other ladies did everything you could. How is Cersei?"

"She is resting now," Missandei stated looking into Vary's eyes knowing the eunuch was more concerned about the well-being of the city than the grieving mother behind the door.

"Of course," Varys politely said before disengaging from Missandei and following the same path Oberyn had charged down.


A few minutes later …

Oberyn's chambers in the Great Pyramid, Meereen, Slavers Bay, South Essos


Oberyn barged past the door to see Ellaria on the bed with two gorgeous dark-skinned women. None of them were wearing any clothes and Oberyn might have enjoyed the sight and joined them in the bed if his head wasn't so full of anger and betrayal.

"Out," he shouted and it only took the two Essos woman a few seconds for them to put their clothes on and vacate the chamber. They must have had a lot of practice at fleeing from chambers such was their beauty.

"My love was that really necessary," Ellaria purred.

"Entirely," Oberyn said as he crossed the room to sit on the bed where Ellaria lay.

"What is wrong?" Ellaria said pushing herself up on her elbows, sensing Oberyn's inner turmoil, "You are troubled."

"Cersei's babe didn't make it."

"Perhaps that is a good thing. It would only have grown up to be a Lannister and one born of incest as well."

"Mmm," Oberyn grunted as he looked down at his lap.

"That surely isn't what has you in such a state," Ellaria queried as she observed her lover's agitation.

"I had a conversation with Lord Varys regarding my brother's assassination," Oberyn started slowly containing the majority of his anger for now.

"My love?" Ellaria placed a gentle hand on Oberyn's cheek rotating his head so that he was looking at her.

There was no flash of fear or sign of deceit on her face and Oberyn marvelled in her elegant beauty as he had done so many times before but this time it seemed to be just a pretty mask to what was hiding underneath.

"He told me you did it."

"What?" Ellaria said outraged at the suggestion, "I did not agree with everything your brother did but I would never hurt you in such a way."

Oberyn searched her face, he didn't see any indicators that she was lying but would he be able to even if she was? Was his love blinkering him?

"He said you helped Ser Bronn gain access to the Water Gardens, made sure there was a Dornish guard uniform laying around for him and placed a crossbow in the White Tower for him to use to murder Doran. You deny all this?"

"I do," Ellaria said with the conviction of a wrongly accused culprit.

"Ellaria," Oberyn said softly as he placed two hand either side of her face, "I need to know the truth. I cannot live not knowing and always looking over my shoulder. Trystane will not be able to rule with a clear mind until he knows who the insider was. He will be constantly looking at every shadow. He will be paralysed by suspicions. If it was you just tell me and we can move on. I won't tell Trystane who I will just say I dealt with it. I will protect you."

Oberyn paused and looked into Ellaria's dark eyes, "Just tell me. If you love me you will tell me."

Ellaria let her elbows drop so she was flat on her back again and she stared up into the celling. After a few seconds Oberyn's body and face hovered over her. He kissed her neck, "Ellaria … you are the mother of five of my children .. just tell me the truth."

Ellaria captured Oberyn's lips with her own before tugging his head down so his ear was by her mouth. She didn't want to see his face in this moment.

"What I did, I did for Dorne."

Oberyn pulled away from her so he could see her face, there was no remorse to be seen no wavering lip or tremble of repentance.

"You killed Doran. You are Tyrion's agent of chaos," Oberyn said over her as if cementing the knowledge in his mind.

"He was going to be the ruin of Dorne. All his thinking and planning was getting us nowhere. He just sat in his chair and did nothing while Dorne suffered slight after slight and I could tell Trystane under his tutelage would become the same way but under your guidance he will become a fierce Dornish leader that will avenge Elia's death."

"Do not speak her name," Oberyn shouted.

"I did it for you," Ellaria said up to him, seeing the emotion dance around his face.

"You killed my brother," Oberyn whispered as tears started to roll down his cheeks.

"I did what I thought was best," Ellaria said softly as she felt Oberyn's forehead rest on her own as his hands slid around her neck.

"Oberyn," she said quickly as she felt him increase the pressure around her neck, "stop."

But Oberyn didn't, he kept his hands curled around her long-tanned neck and squeezed.

"I loved you," he breathed as she struggled underneath him.

She gasped as her hands tried to pry his from her neck. Ellaria bucked and wiggled to try to find some purchase but Oberyn's rage stood firm and he let it take over as his hands never wavered from crushing his lovers throat as she fought for breath beneath him.

After another minute of rage blinded pressure Ellaria's body relaxed and her flailing hands stilled at her waist while her eyes left Oberyn's face to stare at the ceiling once again but this time there was no life in them.

Oberyn moved his hands from her bruised throat and returned his forehead to hers and let his tears fall onto her face as he cried for his dead love, for his avenged dead brother and for his unavenged dead sister.


Next day in the morning…

Balcony of the Great Pyramid, Meereen, Slavers Bay, South Essos


"How is she?" Oberyn asked as he watched the blond woman oversee the city from the balcony.

"She hasn't said a word since she lost the babe," Missandei replied, slightly leaning towards Grey Worm who stood next to her as all three observed Cersei from the entrance to the Great Pyramid.

"There has been no word from Daario, Ser Barristan or Ser Jorah," Grey Worm informed but Oberyn couldn't care less at this moment and time what the Dragon Queen was doing or where she was.

Oberyn walked out onto the balcony, into the strong rays of the Essos sun, hoping they would warm his broken soul. He stopped beside Cersei.

"I know it will do you no good but I am sorry for the loss of your new-born. To lose a child is the most tragic thing in the whole world."

Cersei didn't acknowledge his presence or react to his words. Her eyes were firmly watching the smoke rise from the pyramid that until a few hours ago had been a burning inferno.

"Missandei told me it was a baby girl. I am sure Myrcella would have welcomed a little sister and Sunspear would have welcomed another lion to court."

"I would have called her Joanna after my mother," Cersei said suddenly still not looking at Oberyn.

"Your mother was a fine woman," Oberyn acknowledged, "I am sure her namesake would have grown up to be the same."

Cersei's chin wobbled but no sound came out her mouth.

Oberyn blew a breath through his nose when it became obvious Cersei wasn't going to add further to her single comment.

"You know our mothers were the greatest of friends. We were even supposed to get married at one point," he let out a single laugh, "How dreadful that would have been. You would have probably murdered me in my sleep for my many affairs."

Cersei's lips didn't curl into a smile but her frown was a little less deep which Oberyn took as a small victory but knew little quips here and there would not sooth the pain Cersei was feeling.

He shuffled closer to her so their shoulders were nearly touching. He dangled his hands over the edge of the balcony as the image of Ellaria's still body occupied his mind.

"I killed Ellaria," the words tumbled out his mouth, "I killed my lover, the mother of five of my children. Do you know why?"

Cersei switched her gaze from the pluming smoke to the rings on her fingers, "She helped kill Doran."

"Yes, you knew this and you didn't tell me," Oberyn accused.

"It was obvious but you wouldn't have believed me," Cersei whispered into the gentle breeze in front of them.

Oberyn lowered his head to his arms that were resting on the balcony's edge as his mind wandered back to his bed chambers.

"Please leave," Cersei demanded.

"No," Oberyn mumbled into his arms.

"Leave," Cersei blasted in a voice that would have most servants and nobles alike running away in fear. But Oberyn wasn't like most people. He was unafraid of Cersei's bellowing theatrics and squawks of rage.

Oberyn uncurled from his arms and squared up to Cersei who too turned to face him, "Leave," she demanded again but in a voice that was devoid of energy.

"I do not think you should be alone right now and I do not want to be alone."

"You think I will throw myself off this balcony and die in this pathetic excuse for a city?"

Oberyn shrugged with his hands up, "You said that not me."

Cersei sent Oberyn her most vicious glare but still he stood firm and didn't budge. She turned back to observe the bustling city below.

"I still have children to protect in this world," Oberyn nodded at Cersei statement, knowing what that felt like.

So, there they stood, a Prince of Dorne and the former Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, both looking out into the great city of Meereen while mourning their recent losses.


The next day in the morning …

Seafront at Lordsport, Pyke, Seat of Power of House Greyjoy in the Iron Islands


Aeron's voice rang loud and clear as he held Artys's head under the surface of the water.

"Let Artys Greystone your servant be born again from the sea as you were. Bless him with salt, bless him with stone, bless him with steel."

"Bless him with some sense," Jaime joked beside his father but Tywin didn't register the sound of his son's voice as he watched the young Valeman start to flounder under Aeron's hand. All the summoned Drowned Priests watched in a circle as they stood in the water surrounding Aeron and Artys.

"Listen to the waves, listen to the god. He is speaking to us and he says we shall have no King but Artys Greystone. Let the sea wash your follies and vanities away. Let the old Artys drown. Let his lungs fill with sea water. Let the fish eat the scales off his eyes."

Aeron stepped back from Artys who's back just floated in the water. Lord Grafton and Lord Royce charged over to Artys and grabbed him from the water as Aeron finished his chant, "What is dead may never die. But rise again harder and stronger."

"If you've killed him, I will cut your throat," Lord Grafton swore at Aeron as Artys's body was laid out on the sand and he started to press at the near drowned King's stomach while blowing air into his mouth.

Lord Royce flicked his gaze from Artys to Kenna who was bundled up in many layers of blankets and was watching the commotion with extreme worry in her eyes. He saw Robb lay a comforting hand on her shoulder but a second later Artys was sprawling on the sand on all four legs spewing water out his mouth.

The surrounding Ironborn Lords cheered, "What is dead may never die! King Artys!"

"Haven't lost your touch," Lord Royce jested down to Lord Grafton who was kneeling beside a coughing Artys.

"I prefer doing that with pretty maidens though," Lord Grafton shot back in good humour, "Don't tell my wife I said that."

"Am I not …. pretty enough for you," Artys managed to gasp out, joining in on the joke.

"Pretty enough for a King," Lord Grafton laughed as he hauled Artys to his feet.

"Now you are officially accepted by the Drowned God and by the Ironborn your word is law on these miserable islands," Lord Royce reminded Artys.

"Right," Artys said still trying to get his bearings. He straightened up and looked around.

He saw a bunch of weaponless Ironborn's on one side then Lord Tywin with his son and a dozen Lannister soldiers shadowing them. Kenna lay on a nearby rock with Robb and his direwolf standing behind her as well as her personal Arryn guards. They were all here to witness his coronation.

"Today marks a new direction for the Iron Islands. No longer will we fight against the current for the scraps that the Great Lord of Westeros leave for us. No, we will forge our own destiny and seek our own glory."

Artys focused his attention on the gathered Ironborn Lords. "The Old Way is over," he roared.

"Gather the drowned priests and put them on the Silence," he ordered.

The Arryn men carried out his request grabbing all the present Drowned Priests and marching them to the harbour.

The Ironborn Lords looked troubled at the recent turn of events but not one voiced their disapproval at the actions of their new King.


A few minutes later ..


Kenna rested comfortably in the arms of Lord Royce as he carried her along the wooden pier at Lordsport.

"I can't believe Artys decided to go through with that barbaric ritual," Kenna ranted as her mind kept reliving the image of Artys floating in the water head first.

"He thought going through with it would give him the legitimacy in the Ironborns' eyes to get rid of the Drowned God in his entirety as who better to do that than the man the Drowned God anointed in the first place."

"I would have counselled against that decision."

"Well you were sleeping."

"You should have woken me up."

"You are weak and still recovering," Lord Royce said gently, "and besides you are the Queen of the Vale not the Iron Islands."

"He is my nephew, the only real thing that remains of my sister. If he had died …" Kenna trailed off.

"I know, but he didn't," Lord Royce replied lowering her into a rowing boat, careful not to put too much pressure on her back.

Kenna remained silent for the whole boat journey to the Silent Storm. Once onboard the deck Kenna looked back out along the water.

Ships span her entire vision. Sails of blue and white, of purple and gold, of red and gold, and green dominated the sea. It was the largest Fleet the Sunset Sea had ever seen.

Lord Royce caught her apprehensive look, "What is wrong?"

Kenna fiddled with her hands as she switched her gaze from the sea to her most trusted vassal.

"I .. I feel uneasy being surrounded by so much water," she said clenching her hands together so the knuckles went white.

"Nearly drowning twice will make you weary of the open water but try to rest in your quarters," Lord Royce suggested as he watched Kenna take tentative steps on the deck.

She could walk but she did not look steady and the healing bruises on her face were telling of what she had endured in the past week and what strength she had to still be standing.

"No," Kenna replied as she steeled herself and buried her fear as far down as it would go to rest her hands on the railing of the Silent Storm so she could see what her nephew did next, "I have witnessed the demise of three Greyjoy brothers and I will not miss the chance to see a fourth."

Lord Royce followed Kenna's gaze. It was settled on the sails of Euron Greyoy's former ship, the Silence.


A few minutes later ..

Below deck of the Silence, water just off Lordsport's harbour, Pyke, Seat of Power of House Greystone in the Iron Islands


"Why are you doing this?" Aeron asked calmly as Artys personally clapped the cuffs around his wrists while his men did the same to every other drowned priest in the hull of the Silence, "The Drowned God chose you."

"But I do not choose him," Artys replied noting all drowned men had been bound to the metal poles like Ironborn sailors did to the slaves they captured.

"I will be a good King for the Iron Islands and I will rule its people fairly but I do not follow the Old Way," Artys explained, "I bring the New Age. An age where the Ironborn will prosper not from raiding or looting but from trade and exploration."

"You cannot change our customs," Aeron said as if his impending death didn't bother him.

"For the Iron Islands sake, I hope I can. You were the Uncle I had least ill will towards but this is your end," Artys said as he walked back up to the deck of the Silence.

Lord Grafton awaited him scratching at his bandaged hand, "You done what you needed to do?"

Artys nodded as he took in the bright sun illuminating the sky.

"Let's go then. Lord Paxter will be eager to return to Old Town and I am sure our .. I mean my Queen will keen to get back to the mainland."

"Aunt Kenna will be happy to leave this place behind," Artys agreed before walking along the plank with his mentor behind him to reach another ship.

Artys went to the helm of the ship and took control of the wheel, "Get the sails down," he yelled at the mostly Valemen sailors.

Lord Grafton only watched as his former charge commanded the ship with authority so that it was circling the Silence with speed. He knew what ship he was currently standing on and why Artys had chosen it to be the one to sink his father's old ship. It was on this very ship that he had become a man and killed his first uncle.

"Full speed," Artys shouted as the Iron Victory smashed into the hull of the Silence leaving broken wood in its wake.

The Silence started to sink below the waves of the sea dragging down the cries of the drowning priests inside as well.


A minute earlier ..

Deck of the Silent Storm, Arryn Flagship, Lordsport Pyke, Seat of Power of House Greystone in the Iron Islands


"Your nephew is … impressive."

Kenna turned her head to see Robb walking up to her. He stopped beside her and they embraced deeply under Lord Royce's watchful eye.

"He is isn't he," Kenna mumbled into Robb's shoulder knowing the word he had really wanted to use was bloodthirsty, "Artys has grown up a lot in the past few years."

"And now he is a King."

"As are you," Kenna was quick to point out but she didn't know why she felt compelled to tell him what he already knew.

Robb leaned over the railings to mirror Kenna's movements and gave her a warm smile when their eyes crossed, "I am glad we got to you in time. And I apologise we could stop Balon from hurting you."

"I am extremely glad too," Kenna returned touching her still bruised and tender face, "although I still feel as though I am bobbing in those waves, just waiting for a particularly large one to wash over my head and push me under."

Robb reached for Kenna's hand and she flinched when she felt his warm hand engulf hers.

"You were not alone in that pit and you are not alone in this war," Robb said correctly deducing Kenna's words were not about her recent brush with death alone.

"Thank you, Robb. But the future path we take will not be easy," she warned her fellow monarch.

"That is why we must stand together, united in the face of danger and trust our allies and friends."

"When did you get so wise?" Kenna said in a teasing voice that did little to conceal her actual question.

"Death makes you wise," Robb replied soberly.

"Indeed, it does," Kenna returned, taking in the stern features of Robb's face, noting his new beard and returning her gaze to the throng of ships sitting on the sea around them.

Robb bite the inside of his mouth as an uneasy silence grew between them, "Your children are safe in Winterfell."

"Lord Royce informed me and I will never be able to repay the debt I owe to Sansa for everything she has done for me and my children. I am afraid I will not see them for some time."

"One, I believe your eldest called Yohn has your blue eyes and was constantly trying to crawl away and discover new rooms. I think Sansa spent hours one day trying to locate him just to find that he had managed to crawl into her bed and get tangled in her sheets."

"What about Jorge?" Kenna asked smiling at the story.

"He has Jaime's eyes and the Lannister look," Robb responded not quite hiding his distaste for Kenna's husband's family.

Kenna decided to ignore Robb's crude distaste for her children's paternal family, "You grew a beard like I suggested."

Robb brought a hand to his trimmed facial hair, "It hides the scar Smalljon Umber gave me and improves my looks."

"Who told you that?" Kenna teased.

Robb let out a rich laugh at the familiar banter between the two and Kenna's chuckles soon followed. She really had missed the King in the North and that bawdy humour that came with those born in the coldest kingdom. It was almost like an old comfort that hankered back to less complicated times.

Their moment was interrupted by a loud cracking noise. Both head swivelled to see the Iron Victory's ram imbedded in the Silence's hull.

Both monarchs watched as the famed ship of Euron Greyjoy sank beneath the waves as the sea wind carried the dying screams of the drowned priests to their ears.

"The Greyjoys are no more," Kenna whispered so low that Robb nearly missed it.

"It is good to be back together fighting on the same side again," he confessed out into the open air as the mast of the Silence slipped below the surface of the sea.

Kenna saw the truth in Robb's face and knew she felt the same, "We will achieve much together as we have done in the past. Starks and Arryns make a formidable team."

They smiled at each other as the memories of the Northern Civil War and the War of the Five Kings and a Queen passed between them.

"My Queen," Lord Royce appeared behind them, "It is time to set sail and you still have not fully recovered. May I escort you to your quarters?"

Kenna nodded, having seen what she had wanted to see and spoken to who she had wanted to speak to. The large Vale Lord proceeded to pick Kenna up then carry her below the deck to her designated room.

Robb watched as she went, knowing that the Pyke siege had been successful and almost no Northern casualties had been reported but that there were much harder battles ahead.


Author's Notes

Cersei loses her babe and Oberyn strangles his love to death … Maybe there is an opportunity here for those two to bond over what they have endured and their shared objectives.

Did anyone guess that Ellaria was the agent of chaos behind Doran's murder?

Dany is still in the wind much to the disappointment of Missandei and Grey Worm. Cersei's ruling tactics, although appear more effective than Daenerys's, are not what they signed up for.

The Crown, North and Vale forces are on the move and have left a smoking pile of destruction in their wake. The Iron Islands will never be the same and if their new King survives the coming years, they may have to rapidly change their culture and identity or suffer his wrath again.

For those that caught it, yes Artys changed his last name from Arryn to Greystone (in honour of being a bastard in the Vale but a King in the Iron Islands). I didn't think it was right for him to keep the Arryn surname as King of the Iron Islands but he would never have taken the Greyjoy name so he got a new one – Greystone! There were a few Ironborn ships, like the Iron Victory, that survived the sea battle in Chapter 67 which Artys will make use of but the Iron Islands have essentially been devastated so they will offer no resources really going forward until they are able to recover from losing another rebellion. But at least now they are no threat to the Crown alliance anymore.


RIP - Let me know your thoughts on the below deaths!

Joanna Lannister (Died in the birthing process/still birth)

Newborns survival in this story really is 50 50 …. Oh, I feel bad :( Cersei has a history of stillbirth and this latest emotional hit for Cersei will only spur her hatred and destructive despair on. But this was a necessary event for Cersei and her plot so I didn't just do this for effect … I am not that heartless …. XD

Ellaria Sand (Oberyn strangled her to death for her part in the assassination of Doran)

I was so looking forward to when she would get caught out. She may love Oberyn deeply but, like in the show, she held no love for Doran and thought his policies of patience and defensive political maneuvering detrimental for Dorne. She favors much more aggressive policies and moves that she believes Trystane will enact under Oberyn's and her influence. I do wholeheartedly believe Oberyn would have killed her if he was still alive in the show to witness her murder of Doran.

Aeron Balon & other Drowned Priests (Drowned in the Silence as it was skuttled just off the harbor of Lordsport by Artys)

Aeron was an interesting character who was at odds with his brothers and he showed limited kindness to Kenna but he was a steadfast supporter of the Drowned God and the Old Way which Artys is venomously opposed to so in the name of the new King he and his cohort had to go and I couldn't think of a more tragic and ironic death for Aeron than drowning in Euron's old ship, the Silence. A bit dark I know :(


Reviews:

Supremus85 – It definitely gave Artys a reputation which he started by killing Victorian and really consolidated by ending the Greyjoy line with Aeron. I thought you might like the 'Readers' appearance :P I'd say scorching earth policy is off but there was still a lot of damage done to Pyke on the day of the siege and they really have no army now, with only a few Ironborn ships having survived the sea battle and those have been taken by Artys to help the war effort against Dany. Haha Artys is strong! Yes, I know you did, well done! I believe Quellon Greyjoy died before the Greyjoy Rebellion as Balon led that failed effort.

Mister LaGuardia – I thought so too :D That is a great analogy! As I said in my author notes to this chapter, the Iron Islands won't be suppling any resources to the anti-Dany alliance, just a few ships. There are definitely some Ironborn that won't be loyal to Artys but there will be some that respect strength and just want to be on the winning side for once and will gamble with Artys.

Lord Demolitions – I feel like I get a military history lesson with each of your reviews XD I like history so if you have any more cool ideas feel free to share them :) I am still finalizing the specific battle tactics so all your comments are really helpful! I have a plan already for the dragons :D

Sv21075 – Well it wasn't quite extinct last chapter but it is definitely extinct now XD Artys started out as such a sweet boy in Alyssa's company but under Kenna's patronage he has grown into a bloodthirsty man hellbent on getting revenge on the circumstances of his birth which is fair enough considering he is the product of rape and it destroyed his mother and he only got to see the broken woman she had become not the feisty and charismatic child she had been. The closest thing he has to a mother is Kenna so she does have a lot of influence over him.

Yes, Cersei did and yes Dany is going to have an issue with that. Of course, Cersei's second daughter would be named after her mother, sadly Joanna 2.0 didn't make it out of the birthing chambers but her death will be a catalyst for many things in the Meereen plot line.

NightlyRowenTree – It is one of my favourite deaths so far and there have been many :P

Shadow Wolf 15846 – He is now anyway, learnt from his Aunt :D Glad you liked it!

Guest (commented 22/10/2020) – I don't know what the word timer means? But prophecy is still possible because … you know the child didn't make it.

Guest (commented 22/10/2020) – Would you consider death to be a physical problem? LOL


Next Up: The Fleet resupplies at Oldtown while Kenna dreams of her children, Jaime confronts Tywin over the 'disappearance' of Cersei, and a family reunion happens beyond the Wall.

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