S'up,

A dialogue heavy chapter featuring Robb & Kenna. They really had a lot to discuss!

Chapter 111: The Black Pact

A few hours later …

Black Cells, Red Keep, King's Landing, Seat of power of House Targaryen Crownlands, Capital of the Seven Kingdoms

Kenna lay flat on the ground surrounded by darkness with her arms stretched out to her sides. Her right hand pressed against the cool rock wall of her cell while she flexed her left arm towards the bars of her cell, testing the maester's work on her shoulder. The maester had left her hours ago, with the assurance that neither the cut along her cheek nor the wounds to the side of her head would fester. Once he had shuffled away all Kenna had left was silence and pain.

She brought her hands to rest on her burdened stomach and tried to lull her racing mind into sleep but it wouldn't come despite the hectic last few days.

Why hadn't Tyrion blown the Red Keep up yet? Had he been captured? Was he being burned alive with Tommen this very moment? Was Artys's body being dumped in the Blackwater?

Kenna clenched her fists but regretted the action a moment later as pain shot through her arm to the shoulder that the maester had only just popped back into her shoulder socket. She rolled over and pressed her forehead into the stony ground to alleviate the throbbing sensation in her arm.

Kenna's mind went to the jagged patches of the metal bars she had seen earlier, Maybe I should kill myself before Oberyn manages the feat?

Suicide is beneath you, a firm voice berated from the darkness.

Kenna quickly shuffled backwards till she felt the rocky wall jab into her back. Her eyes strained trying to make out anything in the shadows but it was just a blanket of black.

"Who is there?"

You will not kill our child.

Kenna shook her head at the familiar sharp tone, "Tywin? You're dead. Oberyn killed you."

I'm dead, but I'm not gone.

Kenna brought her hands to her face and touched the stitches around her temple, "I've gone mad."

You need to get out of here. You need to keep fighting for Yohn and Jorge.

"There is no way out! I've been defeated and I'm alone! The only thing left for me to do is give birth and die."

Kenna felt a touch on her wrist then Tywin's voice by her shoulder, You are never defeated until you are dead. You said that. Now pull yourself together. Stop acting–

"Like a fool?" Kenna cut herself off with a manic chuckle, "Get out of my head!"

But the presence beside her didn't fade, it stayed and surrounded her while her mind fought to keep the hope, to see a way forward. She buried her head in her hands and mercifully the small chamber remained quiet until she heard faint scraping noises.

Kenna moved her hands to her ears and squeezed her eyes shut, He isn't here. There is nothing here.

"Kenna … Kenna," Artys whispered through the bars as he lifted the torch higher to illuminate the small cavern. The area was split in two with the bars creating a cage on one side while a door on the other side leading to the corridor of the lowest level of the Black Cells.

Kenna was huddled against the wall covering her ears and face but she didn't respond. Artys looked back to the corner of the chamber where Tyrion was replacing a stone slab that covered a moveable part of the wall.

"She isn't hearing me," Artys murmured.

"Hold on," Tyrion said as he easily slipped past the bars and into the cage.

The dwarf padded up to Kenna and rested a hand on her shoulder. She immediately shuddered and looked around.

"Tyrion?" she said with wide eyes before turning away, "You aren't here you are dead like your father. You aren't here."

"I am alive," Tyrion said in a low voice, "and I'd like to keep it that way."

"Tyrion? Artys?" she said, her eyes darting between the dwarf and her nephew as her mind dared to believe that they were real and not a figment of her imagination.

"Sshh," Tyrion said, placing a finger to his lips, "there are a dozen Dothraki on the other side of that door and I'd rather they not know we are here."

Kenna dragged him into a crushing hug. Tears falling freely from her eyes, "How are you here? Why haven't you blown up the Red Keep?"

"I had a change of heart," Tyrion answered honestly, not fighting Kenna's hold of him "Qyburn's children know all the secret passageways and luckily for us there was one leading into your prison."

"So, we can still use the wildfire?"

"We have a better plan now," Artys said from behind the bars, "Less suicidal."

Kenna disengaged from Tyrion and wobbled to Artys's outstretched hand. She grabbed at it and the aunt and nephew hugged despite the metal bars between them. Kenna revelled in the touch of Artys and the heat of the torch. It was real.

"I thought I'd lost you."

"I'd never abandon you," Artys replied taking in the cut and dark bruises on her face, "We have a plan but first we need to get you out of this cage. Qyburn and the twins are waiting for us."

"Yohn and Jorge are in King's Landing?" Kenna gasped.

"Yes," Artys answered, eyeing the lock of the cage while unsheathing Silver Fang, "and they miss their mother."

"If you slice the lock, it will make a lot of noise," Tyrion warned, sliding between the bars back out of Kenna's cage.

"We didn't come all this way just to leave her here," Artys rumbled.

The brewing argument was interrupted by the sound of multiple men making their way down the corridor and the harsh contrast of loud Northern accents mingling with aggressive Dothraki.

"Quick," Tyrion hissed as he rushed back to the stone slab.

A few seconds later both Artys and Tyrion had vanished and Kenna saw the light of their torch extinguish behind the cracks. She settled back down against the rocky wall to piece together her composure for her coming visitors.

The arguments in the corridor continued but the door was slammed open moments later to reveal Sansa and Robb. They stepped into the small cavern and both placed their torch into a wall-holder.

"Kenna," Robb greeted once he returned to the middle of the room beside Sansa.

"King Robb, Lady Sansa," Kenna replied, not bothering to move from her sitting position.

"Come to gloat?" Kenna baited, her exhaustion not enough to quench the sting of betrayal by the man in front of her or the clarity of Lord Royce's final moments in her mind, "Because your wife already beat you to it."

"Of course not," Robb replied stepping closer to the bars, "Are you well?"

"What do you care," Kenna snarled back, "You were about to drive a sword through my chest just this morning."

Robb took in her bruised and battered appearance, the black rings around her eyes and the stitches underneath her messy hairline, "Death by my sword would have been more merciful than by fire or whatever Oberyn had planned for you. Besides I don't kill women who are with child."

Kenna pushed from the wall and trudged towards the bars, "Just women you have allied yourself to?"

Robb shivered at the truth of it.

"You haven't lost the babe, have you?" Sansa asked softly.

"Not yet but it is only a matter of time," Kenna looked down at her midriff, "Daenerys will let me rot down here or Oberyn will find a way to murder me before too long."

"Kenna we don't want either of those things to happen," Sansa said, curling her delicate hands around the bars, "Daenerys had our brother, Jon, killed during the siege–"

"Why?" Kenna asked, her eyebrows furrowed in doubt.

"Because he was the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark."

Kenna's fingers brushed over the cut on her chin as she took a moment to let the words echo in her mind, "He had a better claim to the Iron Throne and Daenerys killed him for it?"

"Yes," Robb confirmed with sorrow evident in his handsome features.

"Daenerys executed Tommen and Steffon by her dragons as well," Sansa said with an undertone of rage at the fresh memory, "Myrcella begged for both their lives but she didn't even consider an alternative. They … they just burned and turned into ash like they never existed. It was horrible."

"What did you think was going to happen when you placed her on the fucking Throne!?" Kenna yelled with all the strength she had, "That she was going to be magically better than every monarch that came before her? That she wouldn't use her dragons to enforce her will. I told you she would never listen to advice or compromise. You ignored the truth in favour of a dream that will never be."

Sansa let her hands drop and Robb placed a comforting hand on her shoulder blade before directing his focus back to Kenna.

"You were right about Daenerys, but I was also right about you!" he said, jabbing a finger towards the bars, "You would never have turned on the Lannisters. You would never have turned on Tywin Lannister for me."

"My children are Lannisters!" Kenna thundered, resting her head against the metal bars, "Tywin Lannister was the father of my children! He loved Yohn and Jorge in his own way. He was the only other person who would have protected them as much as I would. I couldn't let you take him away from them."

Away from me, she confessed to herself.

Robb stepped back at the pure emotion that was rippling through the air and his head dipped, "He deserved his death, Kenna. He was a monster."

"I know," Kenna said, lifting her head, "I do but we are all monsters to someone."

Robb brushed a hand through his beard and flexed his sword hand, "My only options were to the left, where nothing was right, or to the right, where nothing was left. So which way should I have gone?"

"The path that led to the least destruction," Kenna deadpanned as if it was obvious, "You should have remained in the alliance you swore yourself to and Daenerys would never have reached King's Landing, her dragons would have been butchered at Casterly Rock, her armies would have been crushed in the Reach, your brother would never have died, and you wouldn't have witnessed the burning of a sweet boy and his innocent son!"

Robb slammed his hands against the bars causing Kenna to flinch backwards, "You are being a hypocrite! You wouldn't have kept to your promise so why should I have done so to you?"

"Because this war wasn't about us! It was about the future of the Realm. Daenerys will make the Seven Kingdoms into the Seven Hells with her dragons and foreign savages. If you had stayed by my side, you wouldn't have got your revenge on Tywin Lannister but the North would have been independent and Tommen would have been a reasonable King. We could have moved on. Gone back home and ruled."

Robb ground his teeth together, "Spoken by someone who had already tasted their sweet revenge."

"I know," Kenna conceded, "but tell me Robb, with all that has happened was it worth avenging your mother, your wife and your unborn child? Because I'm starting to have doubts whether my pursuit of killing Lysa and Littlefinger was worth all the damage my actions have caused the Vale."

Robb locked eyes with Kenna, "It has to be."

"The Knights of the Vale are no more, the Eyrie has been burnt to ash, my people's homes have been plundered and their bodies violated. I have the blood of thousands on my hands because I wanted to avenge my father and sister," Kenna shook her head.

"I rather think that we all have blood on our hands at this point," Sansa said as she looked down at her open palms.

"There is no single path through life that is right and fair and does no harm. Many good men have tried and all have failed. Your father, my father, ser Duncan the Tall, Lord Royce …" Kenna faltered, letting her head rest against the bars once more.

"I'm sorry for his death," Robb said mustering genuine sincerity, "I thought he would have been traded. He was a man of honour."

"He was my protector. The roof over my head. The steel in my spine. The iron in my heart. The guiding hand that steered me right from wrong and your actions took him from me and put me in this fucking cage!" Kenna exploded as all of her losses came together in her head.

"You are in a cage of your own making!" Robb shouted, matching Kenna's aggressive tone.

"I seem to remember a betrayal on your part putting me here!"

"Please!" Sansa interrupted, "We didn't come here to fight or argue over old wounds."

"Old? They are still fresh! Still bleeding!" Kenna spat, "What did you come here for then if not to take in the sight of the defeated?"

Robb raised his hand to stop Sansa's reply. He walked right up to the bars with a serious expression on his face. Kenna didn't back away at his approach but equally didn't have the energy to dodge when his hand shot out and wrapped around her throat.

Robb dragged her face close to his, almost pinning it against the metal bars so she was forced to look into his deep blue eyes.

"There was a time I loved you."

"There was a time I could have loved you," Kenna chocked back as her hands grasped at the arm sticking through the bars.

"You hate me now though; I can see it in your eyes."

"I trusted you and you betrayed me!" Kenna growled as she continued to struggle against Robb's tight hold, "I'm not a forgiving person. If anyone was going to turn on me, I thought it would've been the Lannsisters … I was expecting that, I was prepared for it, but you … it caught me off guard. A mistake that has led to an uncertain future for my children. I hate you Robb but I hate myself more for putting you in a position you felt you could betray me. I did exactly the same to you as you did to Walder Frey, I created the conditions for my own defeat."

"Robb, what are you doing?" Sansa questioned in a worried tone.

"I'm trying to determine if there is anything left of the woman that rode to save my father, that led the armies of the Vale with the army of the North in the name of honour and justice."

"And?" Kenna managed to get out, despite the pressure on her neck.

"Why didn't you kill Sansa after Lord Royce died?"

"Sansa was good to my children and a friend to me while I was in King's Landing. I was never going to let her die for your actions or Oberyn's and Lord Royce told me not to seek vengeance for his death. He was a good man like that."

"Do you think you are a good woman?"

"No," Kenna responded truthfully, "I've killed men, women, and children. My commands have led to so much death and destruction but everything I have done; I did for my family and those that I loved; either to protect them or to avenge them. I was never the honourable lady you saw me as when we first met but neither am I the dishonourable woman you wish me to be to absolve you of your guilt over your betrayal of me."

"Robb?" Sansa tried again, placing a hand on Robb's outstretched arm.

"Why are you here?" Kenna said after Robb loosened his fingers and released her throat.

"We have a common objective. We both want Daenerys dead."

Kenna rubbed gently at her throat, "You are her husband. You have plenty of opportunities to kill her."

"The Unsullied and Dothraki outnumber my men and they would most likely capture me and my sister before we could escape the city. I don't know how Daenerys's dragons would react to her death either."

"You need more men," Kenna said, clearing her throat with a croaky cough.

Robb exhaled through his nose but nodded, "Tell me where Lord Loras is and how to communicate with him."

"He would never trust you and he would never attack the city if Margaery was still in it."

"Then we will get Margaery to him so she may convince him to join our attack," Robb said with determination, "Tell me where his camp is."

"How do I know this isn't a trick? That you won't skip off to your Queen and tomorrow Loras's wakes up to the sky on fire?"

"You don't. You will just have to trust me."

"You don't have a choice, Kenna," Sansa said, "If you don't help us Daenerys will rule, if you do help us, we may be able to kill her and end this nightmare."

"And if you are tricking me?"

"Loras Tyrell dies alongside his four thousand men. You lose nothing and gain nothing," Sansa said in an even voice, revealing the calculation behind her words.

Kenna ran her tongue around her dry mouth, "All right and what if there was a way to kill Daenerys's dragons too?"

Robb gave her a puzzled look, "What?"

"Our alliance failed because we lost trust in each other. If this one is to be more successful, we have to trust each other again," Kenna sucked in a deep breath, this was the time for bold moves, "Artys, come out."

After a few moments, the sound of stone moving on stone could be heard. Robb took Trident's Vengeance from his belt and Sansa stepped behind him as they looked for the source of the noise.

The stone slab fell over and Artys's head of thick black curls appeared first, then his lumbering body started to consume the space. As soon as he straightened out, he pointed Silver Fang at Robb.

"Grey Wind killed you," Robb said half in shock, that his former friend was still alive but the eye patch and the deadly sneer on his face confirmed who he was.

"Your pet wolf tried to kill me," Artys corrected, baring his teeth.

Before Robb could reply Sansa rushed forward and caught Artys in a deep embrace. The tall King barely had time to whip Silver Fang away before Sansa's hands wrapped around his neck, "I'm so happy you are alive."

"I'm happy to see you again," Artys mumbled into her red hair, his aggressive air from a second ago vanished and the Valyrian sword lowered to the floor.

Robb's face was frozen at the display of affection his sister was showing to a man that would gladly cut him in half, "Sansa, get away from him."

"He won't hurt me. He isn't like that," she responded confidently, standing beside Artys, "and now is the time to work together not against each other. The Arryns and the Starks are meant to be allies."

Robb flicked his gaze between the young pair before settling it back on Kenna, "What does this prove?"

"That I trust you," Kenna said.

"Tell me where Loras is then," Robb said, keeping Trident's Vengeance by his side, "Tell me what your plan is to deal with the dragons."

Artys waited for Kenna to nod at him before he recited Qyburn's discovery of Dragonbinder and revealed Loras's location in the Kingswood.

"Your plan is to blow a horn?" Robb said sarcastically.

"You had faith in your brother's tales of dead men walking so have faith in this," Kenna said.

"Fine but I'd rather have Loras's men."

"Qyburn's children can get to Margaery but getting her out will be easier with a Northern escort to get past all the Unsullied, Dornish and Dothraki milling about," Artys supplied.

"She is marrying Daario Naharis this evening, he might suspect something is wrong if she suddenly disappears in the night," Robb pointed out.

"Don't worry about Daario," Sansa said cryptically, "I'll handle that while I help prepare Margaery for the marriage ceremony."

Kenna let her hands slide down the bars, "Are we all in agreement then?"

Sansa nodded, "Margaery will get to her brother under cover of darkness and come dawn Loras will ride his calvary to take King's Landing."

"The signal for him to charge will be the sound of the horn which should mean the dragons won't be an issue either," Artys stated.

"I will attack Daenerys's forces from within as soon as Loras's calvary engage," Robb added.

"And I'll stay here," Kenna puffed out, not meeting her nephew's gaze.

"What? No, you are coming back with me," Artys said bullishly.

"If I escape the Black Cells, that means more Unsullied patrolling the streets and gates of King's Landing. We need Margaery escaping more than we need me free at the moment. Besides the key to this cell is around the neck of one of the Dothraki guards and we aren't in a position to start a fight, yet. Once Daenerys is dead you can come and release me."

"What if your guards have orders to kill you if there is an attack?" Artys pushed back.

"I'll have men nearby and ready to rescue Kenna when the time comes," Robb said, "Consider it an apology for cutting you."

"I'll accept that apology if your men can keep her safe when the time comes," Artys retorted back.

"We should go," Sansa said, looking at the door, "Our whereabouts will have been noted."

Robb nodded before looking directly at Kenna, "I'm trusting you."

"As I am you."

Artys stepped towards Kenna and slipped a dagger into her hand before their foreheads touched, "I will see you again."

"I know," Kenna said before whispering into his ear, "Now go before you are discovered and tell Tyrion he made the right decision not to ignite the wildfire."

Artys gave her a small smile as he backed away and disappeared through the visible hole in the wall.

Two thuds erupted around the room and the door of the cell was yanked open and the Starks glanced at her before walking through, once again leaving her in complete darkness.

In the evening …

Margaery's Chambers, Maegor's Holdfast, Red Keep, King's Landing, Seat of power of House Targaryen Crownlands, Capital of the Seven Kingdoms

The Unsullied escorted Margaery down the corridor and back to her chambers. As soon as the door closed behind her, she made her way to her desk drawer and rummaged through the contents. It only took her fingers a few seconds to find the little bottle Sansa had told her would be there.

She noted the dark liquid sloshing about within and walked over to the wine jug. She poured out two cups and added the contents of the little bottle to one of them. Her shaking hands made the action more difficult than it needed to be but she persisted before replacing the bottle in the drawer and returning to hover above the two cups of wine.

Margaery took in a calming breath, taking advantage of her solitude. She knew it wouldn't last long. All-day she had felt numb with the realization that Queen Daenerys had won, that she and her family were in danger. What had happened in the Dragon Pit had ripped her heart out. Her baby boy burnt to cinders. Tommen's sad eyes as he accepted his fate. She had tried to scream, had tried to reach them but the firm hand of her new husband-to-be had held her back. He had even whispered sweet nothings into her ear as Tommen and Steffon burned before her very eyes.

Margaery's hands clenched around the edges of the table, wishing her grandmother was still here. She would have never allowed this situation to happen, Margaery thought before reminding herself that her grandmother had been another casualty in the war against Daenerys.

The door burst open and Margaery instantly removed the anger from her face and replaced it with a docile smile.

What I do next, I do for my family, Margaery vowed.

Margaery spun around with the two cups in her hand and a pleasant smile upon her lips, "Husband."

"My noble wife," Daario said, appraising her form as she sauntered up to him to hand him a cup of wine.

Daario took a sip of the sweet wine then reached out for Margaery's backside and pulled her towards him so he could look into her warm eyes.

"Despite what you think of me I'm not a savage. I know you lost a great deal today. All I can say is that your life will be easier if you look to the future and not into the past. We will have many children," Daario said, placing a hand on her cheek, "and one day the sorrow of your loss will be outweighed by the love you bear our children."

The dance of seduction was one she was well versed in and although Daario had a rugged charm she'd had enough of the game. It had cost her too much.

Margaery forced a smile, "I would like that."

"Good," Daario said as he downed the wine and tipped Margaery's cup to her mouth so she would do the same, "Let's begin then."

Once she had finished, he tossed the metal cups across the room and captured her lips in a rough kiss. Daario moved her backwards to the bed, his hands exploring under the silk of her wedding dress, sliding down her sides and caressing her inner thighs.

"You are beautiful, a prize worth fighting over," he murmured between kisses, manoeuvring Margaery so her back was on the bed and his knee was between her legs.

Margaery's hands went to Daario's neck as he started to untie her dress. His heartbeat was rapid now but Margaery was stunning. He hadn't had such a fine woman since Daenerys in Meereen. He was getting out of practice.

Her dress fell away as he tugged it down to reveal her ample breasts and milky skin. He dipped his head to start licking and teasing one of her nipples while his hand massaged the other. She truly was a vision and Daario was going to enjoy every inch of her. He pushed himself off Margaery and started to undress but had to catch his breath as he threw his tunic shirt to the ground. He brushed the back of his palm against his forehead and it came away dripping with sweat.

"What?" Daario muttered, feeling dizzy. He looked back at Margaery and her small smile seemed to have become a wide grin.

The next thing he knew he was on his back with Margaery straddling him on the bed. He tried to push her off but his strength had left him. He tried to call out to the guards that were stationed outside the door but Margaery's hand covered his mouth.

"I hope you are terrified," Margaery said above him as he continued to wheeze in shallow breaths, "I hope you are in pain."

She observed the slight tremors rippling around his body and experimentally lifted her hand from his lips. Only moans and groans escaped, his mouth wouldn't form the words he wanted and his limbs felt so heavy.

Margaery clambered off Daario's torso and readjusted her dress. She gave Daario a glance over her shoulder as she approached one of the paintings in the room and knocked gently on the frame. A moment later the painting swung open to reveal Sansa and half a dozen Northern soldiers on the other side.

Sansa sent a look Daario's way before going to Margaery and gripped her hand in a firm hold, "Go with them; they will get you out of the city and to your brother. Tell Loras to attack King's Landing when he hears the horn. The Targaryens reign of madness ends tomorrow."

Margaery drew her into a hug, "I will. Thank you, Sansa."

"I'm sorry we were too late to save Tommen and Steffon but they will have justice," Sansa murmured into Margaery's curls.

"As will your brother now," Margaery said, moving away from Sansa and towards the waiting men and shrugging into the offered hooded cloak.

Sansa gave the Northerns a nod and they vanished with Margaery in tow to leave Sansa and Daario all alone. She approached the incapacitated warrior.

"I imagine you thought your wedding night would go a bit differently," she said hovering above his stationary form.

Daario only replied in incomprehensible moans as Sansa loomed over him.

"My name is Sansa Stark and you killed my brother. I know you were only following orders and your Queen will feel wolves' teeth on her throat soon too," Sansa said as she leaned over Daario and placed a thin knife at one side of his neck.

She slowly and steadily started to drag it across his throat, keeping her pressure on the blade even despite the resistance of Daario's flesh. Sansa took in Daario's panicking eyes and a sense of relief went through her when the light faded from them.

She backed away from the bed and shook her head. It shouldn't have been that easy. She felt no regret. This was the man that had murdered her brother but a part of her still abhorred what she had managed to do without hesitation.

Who am I turning into? Sansa wondered.

She turned away from her handiwork and walked towards the painting, leaving the smell of blood lingering in the air.

Author's Notes:

Kenna was cracking up a bit at the beginning, imagining Tywin being the manifestation of her hope, but Artys and Tyrion to the rescue!

This chapter was all about that Robb & Kenna dynamic, could they get past their issues to work together against Dany. Kenna admitting to Robb that he was right about her promise was a big moment but equally they are both beginning to realise there are limits to pursuing revenge. Robb isn't Artys's favourite person either but if they can work together to depose a Queen they can work out their issues and Sansa is a big motivator for the whole Stark/Arryn alliance too ;)

The Starks and the Arryns are allies once again (mainly due to Sansa) and have secured Loras's support by rescuing Margaery but is Daenerys really not going to notice anything amiss?

PS: Kenna + Artys = Wholesome!

RIP

Daario Naharis (Poisoned by Margaery but throat cut by Sansa)

This was just therapeutic really. Functionally his death was all about rescuing Margery but emotionally it was about Sansa getting revenge for Jon's death and maybe relieving some guilt about watching it and not being able to stop it. This was Sansa's second kill; she is becoming quite the Red Wolf xD

Reviews:

10868letsgo – Lol! Perhaps someone will.

Supremus85 – That is done for two reasons: Robb has already protested Steffon's fate with Dany in Chapter 108 to no avail so he gains nothing by trying to change her mind again in the last chapter because he knows it is futile; and from a technical writing standpoint I only wanted one character leading the emotional charge to save Tommen and I thought Mycella would be the best character for that.

Ser Dorito of Aisle 13 – One way or another indeed. Can't comment on future deaths sorry! Ah Qyburn, he does get into some interesting situations later on. Oh, I love Pascal's Oberyn!Betrayal does normally led to more betrayal doesn't it xD

David Daniel B – Exactly! All that but to her Steffon's death was about eliminating all potential threats to her future reign and baby Steffon was one as her own story can attest to – babies grow up and become formidable adults.

Kawaiibabies – Yup. A few people want to do that.

WTFGOT – There is a case to be made for that. Oberyn has been pushed over the edge. He has absolutely lost everyone he cared for except his nephew who is married to the blood of the family he hates most in the world. He doesn't have a code anymore just hate.

Newhere – Very true there are parallels between the events.

IOUcomment – Yep, I think a lot of people thought Tommen and Steffon would have got saved somehow but no.

Guest (commented 20/05/2021) – I don't know but Dany seems to be allowing Kenna's pregnancy to continue …. xD She is obviously not immortal in this story lol. The Red Woman still has a role to play …

Mister LaGuardia – We'll see :P She does regard her dragons so highly and that is because in Essos they saved her again and again and you :)

Guest (commented 21/05/2021) – A very good question! I don't think Ned would be too happy …

Guest (commented 21/05/2021) – It's the sameish scenario when Aerys killed Rickard and Brandon Stark. There were people in the room who disagreed but no one spoke up.

NightlyRowenTree – Your welcome :)

Anna.B – Sansa was referring to Daenerys really not general people. Who is Dany going to trust more, her defeated foe or the husband that just helped her take King's Landing? Admittedly she shouldn't trust either very much. Robb betrayed Kenna because he, rightfully, knew Kenna would never march with him against the Lannisters (revenge for Red Wedding) after defeating Dany despite promising as such (this chapter actually explores this). Robb didn't outright want Kenna dead but the people he allied with to get his revenge for the Red Wedding do. Oberyn for revenge for his daughters Kenna killed and Dany because Kenna was a leader of the fraction opposing her rule. Yes, Robb did nothing although he perceives he couldn't have done anything to change their deaths. It is a bit comparable to the event of Rickard and Brandon Starks' deaths, no one intervened there either. I loved Robb and Oberyn in the show! Thank you very much for the compliment! I can't comment on future deaths (no spoilers!) but there are still a lot of significant ones to come xD

Next Up: Daenerys gathers her allies in the Dragon Pit, Qyburn experiences the touch of R'hollar, Viserion and Rhaegal are unleashed, and Oberyn puts his revenge above all else (This might end up being split over two chapters)

PS: This story only has roughly five chapters left (not including all the spinoff scenarios/AU AUs/ 'What ifs') which is a bit mind blowing to me.

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