Chapter 49: Wrath or Madness?

In the North…

Dreadfort….

Different POVs

Jon runs immediately towards the bed, taking Daenerys' limp body in his arm, hugging her. She wasn't breathing, and there was blood at the nose, just like the children of the lords have. Poison. Panic took over him, not knowing what to do, and turning to Arthur, with tears in his eyes, he shouted, "Call for Shiera…the Maester…everyone…" starting to cry, and hugging her body, pleading to wake up.

Arthur runs to search the woman in every room and found her in the one where there was Alysa Karstark, naked on the bed.

"What in the Seven Hells is happening?" asked Arthur, seeing that the sorceress was naked too, and getting up from the bed.

"What do you want sword of the morning?" she asked starting to dress up.

"The queen. She has the same condition," Arthur said, turning his back immediately, receiving a chuckle from the woman, before replying, "Well, then we need to hurry up before it's late I would say."

They immediately returned to where Jon and the Queen were, and Arthur saw him still clutching her body to his chest.

"Jon!" shouted Arthur, placing the hand on his shoulder, "Shiera is here."

With difficulty, Arthur managed to pull Jon off Daenerys body, and saw that the queen's body was still naked, and nodded to Viserys, who started to move immediately towards the bed, but was stopped by the woman, who seriously said, "Leave her that way."

"Why?" came Jon's broken voice.

"I suggest you to leave the room if you don't want to see my naked body," Shiera Seastar said, as she was starting to pull down her, dress, and Arthur turned immediately. "Not that I would mind, your grace. But I'm sure your wife will be very angry."

"Is it necessary?" asked Jon, wanting to approach, but Arthur stopped him, grabbing his arm.

"Leave your grace," Shiera said, turning the queen's body, so that she was laying on her back, and fixing the right position for the ritual.

When they left the room, Shiera placed the candle next to them, lighting it up, before climbing on the queen's body, with the legs on either side.

She looked at the girl for a moment and seeing the peaceful expression she had. This wasn't her destiny, and it wasn't what she saw when she was a prisoner of the Warlocks. She had a great destiny ahead of her and Shiera need to do everything she had in power to help her.

Linking her arms to her shoulders, Shiera, closing her eyes, started to say the words in Ancient Valyrian, before bending down, and opening the mouth, sucking death and poison into herself.

She knows that now she will lose consciousness for a few long minutes and that the queen soon will wake up, so with difficulty, she climbed from the top of the queen and lying on the free spot next to her.

Daenerys was walking through the streets of a city that she couldn't recognize. Around her, there was snow and plenty of broken banners. Lions, stags, towers, krakens, sun and spears, trout and roses, and in the sky she could see many dragons dancing among themselves. White and black, red and violet, gold and silver, and in front of her there was a Great Red Keep, so tall that was reaching the skies.

Suddenly she found herself at the entrance of a Great Hall, full of snow itself, but what caught her attention was the opening of the vault, showing the clearly night sky and full of stars, with the moonlights that were lighting something or someone.

Bringing her attention back to the Great Hall, Daenerys saw it full of impaled bodies. And these bodies were adorned with the same banners that were broken a few moments before.

At the end of the Great Hall, Daenerys could see a big and ugly throne, made of sword and sitting on him there was a man with silver blond hair and an armour that she saw before, holding in his lap a woman, she too in an armour and she had hairs the colour of the moon.

The two people, as now she was sure were lovers, were kissing and she heard her say, "Our family has finally been avenged, brother."

But then her attention was caught by the shape of a woman, who was hiding behind the throne and Daenerys know who she was.

However, suddenly she woke up, with a great headache, and looking at her side, she saw a naked woman, Shiera to be honest.

Glancing at herself, Daenerys saw that she too was naked, and pried the old gods that what she was thinking didn't happen.

Suddenly the door burst open and Daenerys pulled the sheets over her immediately, to shield herself, and then over Shiera too, but saw it was her brother with some handmaid.

"Dany. You are alive!" he said running at her and hugging.

"Yes. What happened?" she asked a bit confused. She remembers losing consciousness, then the dream if it was really that and then waking up next to a naked woman.

"Bolton poisoned you and the children of the lords. But Shiera managed to save some of them and you, Viserys said, heading to the other side, pulling the fur over the woman.

Daenerys on the other hand, even though she was weak, she got up, putting something on, and leaving the room immediately to go and find Jon.

Jon was heading towards the dungeon, like a madman full of furry, despite Arthur and some others tried to stop him. He knocked three of the Wolfsguard to the ground, and four more guards in his wrath, before pulling one of his swords out saying if someone else will try to stop him again, he will kill him on the spot.

Before resuming his run towards the dungeon, and Robb followed him, as well as the Northern Lords, who some of them started to whisper that he too dangerous and that madness took over their king. That they should cut the madness right then before it flares up, but Robb ignored the complaint, heading running after his friend, worried for him.

When he got there, Robb hears noises and saw Jon beating an already bloodied Ramsey on the ground with such a fury, never saw before.

SmallJon, Thorren, and Arthur tried to pull Jon off Ramsey's body in vain, they got knocked at the same time to the ground. He was screaming words without sense that he didn't even could understand, as to keep hitting Bolton.

Robb approached, not even trying to stop his friend, knowing that it was useless, since Jon was out of control, and saw that Ramsey's body, although still alive, was a wreck.

"Jon!" came a screaming voice, and turning he saw a scared Daenerys with a horrified expression on her face, but Jon didn't stop. It was GreatJon that tried to pull the king off Bolton's body, with a great difficulty. He may be big, but damn Jon was out of control.

"Enough, boy!" said GreatJon as the king tried to free himself, and the great Lord was dragging him out.

Turning to the men, Robb said, "Sent for the masters, and raise him up from the floor." Before leaving the dungeon.

Daenerys couldn't believe her eyes; she never saw Jon like this. After the GreatJon Umber dragged him out of the dungeon, he started to fight those who were in the courtyard, even the great Lord, and she didn't know what to do, how to stop him, it seems even seeing her alive wasn't enough to placate his wrath.

However, in the end, he fell to the ground, like losing consciousness, and he was immediately brought to their chambers, but chained, with two Wolfsguard always inside the room.

She on the other hand was sitting next to him on the bed, holding his hand and waiting for him to wake up, and maybe find some answers regarding what happened.

Her mind though was still full of the events that she saw in her dream. If it was a dream. She will need to speak with Shiera on the matter since she hadn't had the chance to do it.

When she saw Jon's hand squeeze her, she immediately looked at him, and saw him, slowly wake up, "Dany…" he said looking at her. "You are alive."

"Yes, Jon," she said, throwing herself immediately at him, and giving a long kiss. "Do you remember what happened?" she asked breaking the kiss, but still leaning on him, with her face a few inches from his.

And he nodded. Swallowing, he said, "I'm sorry that you saw me like that. Out of control. But when I hold your limp body in my arms, and not feeling your breath, or hearing your heartbeat, I lost my mind, saw only one face." He stopped to lock away, for sure feeling ashamed, but she turned his face so they could keep looking at each other.

"You don't need to be ashamed in front of me Jon, because I think I'm the only one here that understands the pain you felt and why you let it out like that."

He gives her a weak smile and wanted to bring his hand to her face, but the chain didn't allow it. Chuckling, he said, "Can you free me?"

She nodded and glanced at the two Wolfsguard that were there, who approached immediately and unchained him.

"Gareth. Go to Lord Aerys and tell him to gather the Lords in the Great Hall. I will need to inform them regarding the plan," said Jon, raising up a bit, and she brought him some water, and the Wolfsguard left the room.

"Jon-"

"I know. Don't worry. Having you by my side will calm my temper," he said, taking a sip of water. "Now let get ready to meet them."

And she nodded.

A few moments later…

The great hall of the Dreadfort was set up for the reunion with the lords, and Daenerys was sitting next to Jon, looking around. She hated this place. It was dim and smoky, with rows of torches grasped by skeletal human hands jutting from the walls, and long tables stand before a dais with a high table.

"When will Bolton die?" asked Karstark, getting up from where he was sitting, and Jon glanced at her, for a moment before, taking a sip a replying, "Soon."

Jon stopped when the Lords rose in protests, however, raising his hand, he shushed them, and continued to speak, "We have something far more important than Bolton's fate. The army of the Riverlands is marching on Moat Cailin, led by the new King himself Edmure Tully, and we need to move quickly on the neck."

"So, what's the plan, your grace?" asked Maege Mormont, leaning forward, and Jon didn't miss the dead look that her nephew, Jorah, the Lord of Bear Island give her.

"We march south Lady Mormont, while the lord of the Neck will attack from the south, therefore, trapping the enemy between them and Moat Cailin. Lord Manderly instead will land from the coast, attacking from the side."

"I will lead the vanguard against the southern cunt," said Lord Umber loud, and Daenerys could feel the growing tension in the room as she glanced at the Lord of Deep

"Galbart Glover will lead the Vanguard," objected Jon, and she could see the quiet Lord, sitting with his Bannermen, Lord Gregor Forester, and his brother, Robett who had a quiet offended face.

GreatJon started laughing and the other lords with him, as looking back to Jon in a challenging way, said, "The bloody Wall will melt before an Umber march behind a Glover. I will lead the Van, boy, or I will take my men and march them home, leaving you alone in this war."

She immediately glanced at her husband who, get up, and leaning against the table said, "You are welcome to do so, Lord Umber. And when I am done with the Southerns, I will march on Last Hearth, root you out of your Keep and hang you for an oathbreaker."

At that, Umber immediately gets up, offended, pulling out the sword and pointing at the King. "Oathbreaker, is it?!" the Wolfsguard immediately pulled out their own sword, stepping between the King and the Lord, even SmallJon, who was Lord Umber's son. Daenerys' heart was beating fast, not knowing what is going to happen soon. This was a very precarious situation. "I followed you to the Wall and beyond for the respect, I felt for your father, but I'll not sit here and swallow insults from a boy so green he pisses grass," the great Lord added.

"Well, this green boy, beat the traitors Bolton when they raised against the crown. Where were you, Lord Umber? Hiding in your keep?" said Jon, breathing fast, and she could see clearly that he was struggling to hold his anger at bay. Moving over the table, Jon pushed away the Wolfsguard, and untying his cape making it fall to the floor, he approached the great lord, who in the meantime lowered his big sword.

Jon was a few inches from Umber's face, challenging the lord's tough look, and looking him straight in the eyes, he asked, "Where were you, my Lord when the North needed you in this rebellion?"

Umber didn't respond, only backed away, keeping glaring at Jon, and Daenerys released a long breath, that she didn't know she was holding. However, turning to the other Lords, Jon continued, "Where were you when the time of need had come?"

No one responded at that, only lowered their gaze. Jon calming down took a long breath and said,

"We leave tomorrow at dawn. I suggest you to go and rest. Your men will sleep outside the wall. At the first light of tomorrow, this place will be burned."

The Lords all nodded, and Jon, turning to her, said, "My Queen." Stretching the arm, and she got up immediately, leaving the Great Hall with him, accompanied by the Wolfsguard.

When they returned to their chambers, Jon leaned against the door, releasing a long sigh.

"Well, the situation downfalled immediately," came his wife's voice, and looking up, he saw, her starting to unbutton her clock, tossing aside, before filing two goblets of wine.

Swallowing, Jon nodded, heading towards the fireplace and sitting in one of the chairs that were there. Sighing, he said, "I thought he would have fought me when I approached him, knowing how Umber how."

Daenerys approached him, offering the goblet, before sitting on his lap, and leaning her head on his forehead, with an arm around his neck. Taking a sip, she asked, "Why didn't you want him to lead the vanguard?"

"Because I want him by my side, not in the fray. I need him for another attack," Jon replied, thinking about his plan regarding the tunnels that the Crannogmen had started to build under the lands of Moat Cailin, and feeling Daenerys start to unbutton his tunic and start to run her hand on his chest.

"Mmmmm…." Jon moaned, sniffing her, "I like your scent," and starting to open her dress and move his hand toward her pussy.

They start to kiss, as he was touching her there, with the warmth of the fireplace on them. After a few strokes, Jon thrust one finger in her, making Daenerys gasp, and squeezes her thighs, but that didn't stop him from what he was doing.

He keeps thrusting in her with speed, as she was moaning in his mouth, and planting her nails in his chest. The pain was high, but he was a warrior. He can endure some nail scratch on his chest when the reward was so high. Jon added another finger, and another, increasing the speed of his thrust.

"Jon…I'm…. about…" she tried, but he silenced her with his lips, and squeezed her to his chest, and felt her come all over his hand. "I love you," he whispered to her, deepening the kiss, and descending to the floor, and making her lye on the soft furs.

Leaning on his elbow and looking in her eyes, Jon said, "When you died a few hours ago, I thought I would never be able to hold you in my arms again," putting a straight of hairs behind her ear, and admiring her beautiful face lightened by the fire in the fireplace. "Kiss your beautiful lips," he continued, leaning down and giving a slow kiss, before raising up again, "and tell you how much I love you."

She had tears in her eyes, and he didn't know if they were of joy or of sadness, but, when she brought her hand on his cheek, she said, "Now you know what I felt when you died. Empties, and death. Inside and outside."

"I know. I saw you through Ghost's eyes," he said, looking down, waiting for a reply from her, but didn't come. However, after a few moments of silence, she said. "Let's leave death and sadness behind and enjoy this night, as it was our last."

With that, Jon rose on his knees, starting to take off his clothes, unbuttoning his trousers, before starting to remove his top, but fell her warm hand touching his abdomen, and kissing, before freeing his cock, and starting to stroke him.

"Old Gods…Woman, you are insatiable," he said, groaning, and tossing the undershirt aside. He could see the grin on her lips as she was stroking him with one hand and touching the balls with the other, and Jon was struggling to stay on his knees but tried his best to resist.

As she keeps stroking him, Daenerys took him in her warm mouth a bit, starting to suck, and gods what a great feeling it was. He starts running his hand through her silver-blonde hairs, as she keeps sucking him, but suddenly as he was reaching his peak, she stopped, and he looked down at her, in confusion.

"Inside me. Now!" she said, lying on her back, and opening her thighs widely, and he immediately crawled towards her, settling between her legs. Looking down at her, who rose on her elbows, Jon took his cock in hand and stroking over her wet cunt a few times, started to push inside, slowly, savoring the moment and her tightness.

But it seems that his Dany wasn't a patient woman, and locking her legs, she immediately pushed him further in, and therefore, his cock was completely in.

"Fuck me!" she said with greeted teeth and he started to give powerful thrust, making her moan loudly, and trying to silence her with his mouth, though in vain. She was a loud lover.

He knows that because of the great feeling he was experiencing because of her tight cunt, he won't be able to hold long, so after giving her a few more fast and powerful thrusts, Jon stopped, and she immediately opened her eyes.

"Why-"

"Turn around," he said, pulling out and rising a bit. She hesitantly did, and he added, "On your hands and knee."

"Frome behind you want to take me, eh?" she looked at him over her shoulder, with a cocky smile. "Then take me, White wolf," she said, bending more, and raising her beautiful ass.

"Old Gods," he murmured, approaching, and after kissing the cheek and stroking the tip on her wet pussy, he pushed inside with one move. Grabbing her hips Jon started to thrust in her wildly and fast, making her moan and cry in pleasure.

"Fuckkkkk…Jonnnnnn….."

He knows she was near her climax, and so was he. A few more thrusts and he will be spent. But first, he wanted to make her come.

"Jonnnn…..I'm…" she cried, as she climaxed, and the walls of her cunt clenched around his cock.

HE lasted two more thrusts before spilling deep in her with a loud groan, as she arched her back, before collapsing next to her, panting. They were both breathless, and laying on the furs next to the fire, as he was running his finger on her spine.

"I love you," he said, as he tried to regain his normal breath and planting kisses on her naked body. "I love, you, I love you…."

"And I love you, my white wolf," she replied, claiming his lips again. This will be a very long and beautiful night, next to a fire, some wine, and his wife in his arms.

Westerlands…

Castamere...

Myrcella Baratheon POV

Myrcella was in the room of the new-borns, her twin cousins, Loreon and Roger Lannister, with her aunt Ellyn, and her other two cousins.

Despite the great joy that she was experiencing right now, in holding these two little babies in her arms, she couldn't wait to hold her own child in her arms.

But since their marriage, and her uncle left for war, Gerion had spent a lot of times at Casterly Rock and she was at Castamere with his mother, who went in labor.

"Are you alright, Cella?" asked sweet Joanna, and Myrcella smiled.

"Just missing my mother," she replied, with a bit of sadness.

"I'm sure soon you will see her again," came Lady Ellyn's voice, as she placed Roger in one of the cradles, before taking Loreon from her, and placing him too in the other cradle.

"I really hope that too, my lady," she said, and saw the woman roll her eyes at the title but said nothing. "Let's get ready. I'm sure by now Gerion will be already here."

Myrcella node and smiling left the room, that was guarded by, while she escorted by Brianne returned to her own room

As she was dressing, by her handmaid, Myrcella didn't miss her swornshield's expression, every time she started to chat about her husband, Gerion, but now was enough, so stopping the servant, and sending it away, Myrcella asked, "Why every time I speak about Gerion, you turn your nose in disapproval?"

"Can I speak honestly?" Brienne asked, and she node therefore continued. "I don't trust him."

At that Myrcella started to laugh for the insanity that came from her sworn shield's mouth, and shaking her head she said, "Why don't you? Gerion is young, handsome, brave, and honourable. He saved me when the bandits kidnaped me," she stopped for a moment, wanting to forget that moment, before adding. "And the most important thing is that he loves me, and I love him."

"Yes. Love. That is the problem in all this, my lady," her sworn shield replied. "Love made blind, and right now you are blind at the evidence, my lady."

"Evidence?" chuckled Myrcella. "What evidence?"

"He and the King were behind the bandits attack, to make you fall in love."

Myrcella started to laugh again at that because this story was making no sense. Why would he do that since it wasn't him saving her that made her fall in love with him.

"I beg you, my lady. Be very careful. The only thing they need from you is a child because you are the key to the Stormlands should your brothers die. Being because of sickness or in battle."

Myrcella stopped, becoming serious because now thinking better this gives basics to her accusation.

But she didn't have much time to think because she hears knocking at the door, and the soldier informs her about Gerion's arrival.

However, before leaving the room, she said to her swornshield, "Speak to no one about this, Brienne. We don't need enemies in a foreign Kingdom."

With that, she left.

Gerion Lannister POV

"Can't wait, to meet my two new brothers," Gerion said, washing his hands before sitting at the High Table of the Lord, to eat, because he was starving after the journey, and his mother seated next to him, as they were waiting for Myrcella to come and for the servant to bring the food.

"What news from the Capital?" asked her mother, filling two goblets. One with water the other with wine.

Taking a sip, a putting the goblet aside, Gerion Started, "Father has conquered Highgarden and now is marching on Oldtown. Uncle Tyrion has sailed with the Dothraki from Volantis. And soon I will leave for the Riverlands."

"What?"

"Grandfather wants me to fight in the conquest of the Riverlands," said Gerion looking down, because he knows the moment, he will look at his mother an argue will start, knowing her temper.

"You will not go to war."

"I will, but first I need to oversee the defenses of this land and this castle," he said, taking another sip, and this time looking at his mother, he added, "as for the war, my father was 16 when he fought at Castamere against the Red Lion-"

"You are not your father. You don't have his skills," his mother cut him off. He knew how she felt at the mention of the battle that wiped his family away.

"No, I don't. I have my grandfather's mind," he murmured against the edge of the goblet.

"Yes. And his character, sadly," she added offended and leaving the Great Hall, as the servant brought the food, and in that same moment, he saw his wife enter, with a wide smile on her face, followed by that bitch of her sworn shield. At the beginning he toughs she was a good woman and warrior, but since she started to put her nose in his business, spying him, he became irritated and hateful toward her. Maybe he should kill her and be done with it.

Getting up, he immediately runs to hug her, and giving a kiss to her lips, "I missed you, Myrcella." He said, before turning to the woman that accompanies her, "You may go now."

"I don't think so, prince. I swore an oath to never leave her side."

"And that also applies to our bed? Because I don't think I've seen you there," he replied, looking at the woman, who glared at him.

"Brienne. You can leave now," came Myrcella's voice, breaking the tension that was growing. The big woman left them alone, as he hugged his wife, and kissed.

"I missed you."

"So, did I," she replied giggling, as he starts to back her towards the table. The great hall wasn't the best place to fuck, but it had been two moons since he had fucked. He needs to have her.

"Gerion. Not here," she said between the kisses, but he ignored her, lifting Myrcella up on one of the long tables that were free. But she stopped anyway, making him groan in frustration. "It has been long since we did it. Why do you want to stop me?"

"Because it's not the right place and neither the right moment," replayed Myrcella, getting down and fixing her dress. "Tonight, maybe."

"Yes, yes," he murmured, heading back to the high table, "In two weeks from now I'm leaving for the Riverlands."

"Why?"

"Why do you think?" he said, shaking his head in annoyance and taking a bite. His mood changed when his desire was denied.

His wife didn't respond at that, looking down, and he felt a bit guilty, but it was her fault for his change of mood. But sighing, he said calmly, "Edmure Tully left for the North with twenty-five thousand men, and the King thinks that this is the perfect moment to invade the enemy's Kingdom."

"But why you?" she asked in a sad voice.

"Our dear grandfather wants me to experience the true horrors of a war, so that I'll be ready to defend the Kingdom when I will be King."

"But you are a prince. Why risk your life?"

"Don't worry, dear wife. I will have the best with me. The hound will be always by my side and the Mountain will be the first to strike."

"The Mountain follows no one, Gerion. What makes you think he will obey you?"

"Nothing is certain. But he is a Mad dog. Tell him to make chaos and that is what he will do," Gerion replied. Or at least hoped that. The two Clegane will for sure give him a problem during this campaign. The hatred they had between themselves may even surpass the wanting to kill their enemy, and he feared that.

"We need to conceive a child before you leave," she said softly, and Gerion glanced at her seeing that she was looking down. He knows why she said this. If he dies in the Riverlands and she isn't pregnant, she will be sent back to the Stormlands, even though he doubts the King would allow since a high prize slip out his hands. He remembers clearly the words he spooks the day he informed him of the marriage as they were spoken today. But he said, nothing now to Myrcella continuing to eat his food. What should he say anyway?

Stormlands…

Storm's End...

Cersei Lannister POV

Joffrey was holding court today, listening to his people and lords' complaints, as every week he did. However, today, besides the usual holding court, they were waiting for the coming of the envoy of Dragonstone, for an alliance.

Cersei was sitting next to him in the Queen's seat, while Stannis Baratheon was on the left side of the King, standing with the other members of the Small Council.

After a few moments, Cersei saw the envoy enter, and she was quite impressed by him. He was a lean young man, in his mid-twenties maybe, with grey-green eyes and long silver-gold hair.

She won't deny the fact that he had struck her with his Valyrian traits and when he glanced at her, she was sure that he was trying to seduce her with his smirk. Poor Fool in thinking that she was like the other maids, easily impressed by his charms.

"Welcome to the Kingdom of the Stormlands, Envoy Waters, " said Joffrey, confirming that the man was a bastard.

"Thank you, your grace," the man said, with a bow head. "With your permission, I shall give you the scroll with terms for an alliance."

Joffrey nodded, and the Lord Commander, Ser Barristan Selmy, approached the envoy, taking the scroll, and giving it to the king.

"Be our guest for the time I and my Small council are going to discuss these terms," Joffrey said, waving the hand, for the next to come.

But as Joffrey was listening to his people's complaints, Cersei holds the gaze of the envoy, who was standing aside, intrigued by him, and wanting to find more. More regarding this alliance terms, but also regarding the so-called King of Dragonstone, since Roberts' spy, didn't find a lot of information.

A few hours later…

Cersei didn't participate at the meeting of the Small council, because her son didn't allow her. So, she tried to find information about the envoy. She found out that he was a bastard from house Velaryon of Driftmark,

So, when she asked where he was, her spies informed her that the envoy was at the harbour of the city, and followed by the Kingsguard, Ser Meryn Trant, Cersei headed there.

She saw him examining their war-ships, and she didn't like that. She didn't like that at all, since until the alliance is signed, he was an enemy.

"Are you trying to steal our ships, envoy?" she said, approaching, and the man immediately turned towards her, smirking.

"No, your grace. I am just fascinated by the size of your war-ships," he said, looking at it. "Especially this one." He said, pointing his finger.

"That one is called 'The Sweet Cersei'," she said with proudness and approaching the great ship. It was a big ship, with a gilded figurehead carved in her likeness, with a spear, mail, and lion helm. And it was hers, made to augment the royal fleet.

"I see. A swift ship, and as strong as the queen she's named for," he said, approaching the ship, and thanks to the stoned docks of the harbour, he placed the hand on it. "I spent my life in the royal fleet. Ships are my home just like the sea."

"Do you want to see it from inside?" she asked, and he nodded.

They climbed on the ship, and the men who were charged with the care of the ships, opened them the door that leads inside it. The descended the wooden stairs and she started to lead him through the corridors of the ship that leads towards where is supposed to be her cabin.

"I must admit that in my life I never saw such beautiful insiders in a ship."

"Of course, you didn't. You never saw a queen's ship," she said, looking over her shoulder, and reaching the door.

When they enter, she was sure that he was speechless, because this was the biggest cabin of any ship in this world. And was adorned with many luxurious stuffs.

"Is that the pelt of a stag, your grace?" he asked, approaching and bending down to look at it better.

"Yes," she replied, approaching it too. It was another strike to that whoremonger of her dead husband and his cursed House.

"I see."

After some silence, as the man keeps looking around, she asked, "What are the terms for the alliance?"

"Didn't the king inform you on them?" he asked with a cocky smile.

"Didn't get the chance. So, I suggest you speak."

"Threatening an envoy is an act of war, your grace," he said, smirking approaching her, and stopping a few inches.

"Not when the body of the envoy is on the bottom of the sea," she said, moving away, and waiting for the Envoy to open his mouth and spit it out. Everything.

"A marriage between Lady Shereen and my brother, Monterys Velaryon; the support of our fleet whenever the Stormlands will be in danger and…." He stopped for a moment, filling himself a goblet of wine before taking a sip, and continuing, "a marriage between you and the King."

"You are lying," she blurted out, crossing her arms, and approaching the man, who got up immediately. "Your King wants to marry lady Meredith Rykker."

"I don't know your grace. I'm only a messenger of my king. I brought what he wrote," the men said, and she nodded, never breaking their gaze contact. He is a good player, but if he thinks he is smarter than her, he is wrong.

"I heard tales of your beauty, my lady. As a Princess and as a Queen," he said, putting the goblet aside, and approaching her again.

"Flattering me will not get you into my bed, messenger," she said, smirking, "I don't fuck with the enemies and the bastards."

"But your beauty is long gone, and now in Westeros, they sing of another beauty," Aurane, started, and that was already driving her mad. No one in Westeros was more beautiful than her. The Witch said that.

"Among the frozen northern lands, hides a beautiful Valyrian princess, craved by everyone inland and beyond the Narrow Sea, but whose heart belongs only to one, it seems. A wolf."

"I think it's time to leave the ship," said, Cersei, starting to head towards the docks. She was tired of all this talking and she needs to go to her son, to make sure that he doesn't accept this alliance.

Joffrey Baratheon POV

Joffrey was in his room, tending to his crossbow when he saw his door opening, and his mother enters, without even a knock.

"Joffrey. We need to talk," she said, filling herself a goblet of wine, and Joffrey rolled his eyes. Of course, she wanted to talk. She always wants to talk and interfere with his plans.

"Then talk," he said, minding his business, but willing to listen.

"Joffrey. Do not accept the alliance. That will benefit our enemies, not us."

"Why?" he asked, never taking his eyes off the crossbow.

"It will be an alliance between Stannis and Dragonstone, not between the Stormlands and Dragonstone," his mother said, coming at him, and raising his chin, but he pushed her hand away.

Putting the crossbow aside, and getting up, he said, "Do you think I'm a full, mother? Do you think I didn't know this, or that Maester Robert didn't inform me that my uncle is plotting to steal my crown?"

"No, but-"

"I already started my plan to wipe out his house the moment this kingdom will be secured from the enemy, and to do that I will make alliance with the worst."

"What do you mean, Joff?"

"You are going to marry Euron Greyjoy in exchange for the support of the Iron fleet against my enemy," he said looking at her.

"What did you say?"

"You heard me. You will marry Euron Greyjoy."

"I won't," she replied angrily, and starting to show up the famous temper of the lioness, "I am not some whore that you can use as a bargaining chip. I'm your mother."

"Yes, you are. And as a mother you must help your son to keep the crown," he said, this time approaching her, and placing the hands on her waist, so she could calm down. Though it didn't work, since she gives him a slap on the face, and left the room in fury.

Caressing his burning cheek, he thought to himself that this went better than expected. So, he returned to tending of his precious crossbow that soon will be used against the traitors who conspired against him, and against the enemies who crave his crown. Perhaps this is the time to claim the red keep and make it the capital of his kingdom.