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Previously on POTG: Whispers came from the helpers in King's Landing of Ned Stark's capture so Nathalia and Alessandra came up with the agreement that Alessandra would be left on the wall to continue their battle with the White Walkers and Nathalia will try and save. She brought Jon with her but they were too late when Ned Stark was executed on the Great Sept.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GAME OF THRONES.

CLAIMER: NATHALIA IS BADASS AND I MADE HER AND HER COVEN.

By the way, Tyrion's arrival back in King's Landing is a little bit earlier that in the series. He arrived right after the beheading of Ned Stark so he wasn't able to see any of it. For now, he will not be showing his face to Cercei.

Chapter 11: Threat

*Cercei Lannister*

Cercei gazes at the calm sea, worry lacing her thoughts. She saw her. She's seen the familiar face covered by a cloak. She knew very well why Nathalia would wear it. It was the cloak that Cercei has gifted to her before they left her in King's Landing. There is no doubt in her mind that she will come to her soon. That will see the disappointment and rage that the helper once wore for the mad king. Only this time, it will be directed at her. They cannot afford this. Her family cannot triumph over the anger of a helper.

What has her son done? Did she and Jaime really create such an abomination? An instrument to bring down her family? Her actions never worried her. She loves Jaime with all her heart and wanted the babes with him. Now, she could feel what the Targaryens possibly felt. She worries that the gods have found a suitable punishment for her wrongdoings in the form of Joffrey.

Loudly sighing, fatigue invaded her body. She sent the council away, annoyed that they even suggested that the infamous helper would help them. She may be cruel but she did not want to panic them by telling that she has seen the anger in Nathalia's eyes before Illyn Paine cut off Ned Stark's head.

The hairs in her arms stood when she hears the slicing of the air. She's here.

Cercei turns around, meeting the cold dark eyes of her former friend—in fact, her only friend. "I haven't seen you for a long time"

The helper only gazes at her coldly and every word comes out like poison in Cercei's ears. "What have you done?"

To keep herself from flinching, Cercei walks towards the large council table, grabbing a cup and filling it with Dornish wine. "Wine?" She asks, offering the cup.

Nathalia narrows her eyes and slaps the cup out of Cercei's hand. The cup bounces off the wall, its contents spilled on the floor. Cercei looks at the waste. She's never noticed how wine looked so much like blood.

"You're angry" She says, folding her hands in front of her. Her calm persona shadowed her urge to apologize to the woman in front of her. "I suppose you're not here to help us?"

"HELP YOU?" She almost bowed down in respect at the powerful voice of the helper. Nathalia exhales, removing the hood of her cloak. It made Cercei remember how she dreamed of becoming as beautiful as her. "You killed an honorable man"

A bitter laugh escapes her mouth and she takes careful strides closer to Nathalia. "Joffrey killed an honorable man. I suggested the Night's Watch for Ned Stark but the king refused and ordered him executed" Cercei reasoned, lifting her chin to look confident. She may be taller than her but she knows that she can be murdered by Nathalia with no one noticing.

Nathalia cocks a taunting eyebrow. "Do you mean your bastard son by your twin brother? The king that you appointed has no right to the throne"

"He's Robert's son!" Cercei cries, trying to sound truthful. How could she possibly know? "He is the rightful heir to the throne!"

"Is that why you ordered the murder of Robert's many bastards and ordered Ned Stark to be captured in the fear of him exposing your secrets?"

Cercei colors in shame. Her pact actions are coming back to haunt her. She can never remove the sure expression on Nathalia's eyes. "You do not talk to your queen that way" She feels the stinging pain in her cheek before she could register what happened. Cercei grabs her right cheek, feeling more ashamed than she did most of her life. Only Nathalia could do this to her.

"I shall wear this as a badge of honor" She declares, repeating the words that she has once said to her deceased husband.

Nathalia's strong hand makes contact with her other cheek. This time it is stronger, sending Cercei's head turning right. "Then you shall wear two badges" Cercei looks down, unable to comprehend how she has managed to earn a helper's rage by birthing her eldest. "Know this, Cercei Lannister: I will never help your family again. Do you have any idea of the war you have started in Westeros? Of the many people's lives that you have risked? And all because you let your lustful thoughts about your brother cloud your judgment. I never pictured you as a whore"

She flinches at the word but doesn't back down. "The people would gladly risk their lives for the king" Cercei regretted her words immediately as she felt another blow in her face.

"Now you'll wear three badges" Nathalia icily tells her before walking away.

The last thing that she sees of her former friend is the way her long gown flows gently on the floor. It has the color of blood. Cercei feels the tears forming in her eyes but pushes them away. She's a Lannister. She will never back down from a fight. No one can take her away from her power. Not even a helper.

*Nathalia*

Nathalia boils with rage. The death of Eddard Stark would not be taken lightly by the Northerners. They worshipped the man in the rebellion against the mad king and his death by the hand of the king would mean war. For a long time, the Baratheon and the Stark have been been allies. It chills her heart that such a peaceful agreement would be ruined by a betrayal made by the woman stuck in a marriage with the former King Robert Baratheon.

Being in a war against the White Walkers and another against the Lannisters will be too much—even for Nathalia. She will need the help of the other guardians outside and inside of Westeros. She knows that some guardians would be hard to persuade since some of them are in favor of the Lannisters. Damn their blasted gold. She hopes that Alessandra will be able to take care of things in her absence.

The warm air of King's Landing whips her cloak widely, exposing the seductive red dress that she's wearing. Nathalia doesn't notice the curious and lustful gazes that she is receiving and navigates her way inside the castle. As soon as her presence was noticed in King's Landing, whispers came easily in her ear. One of the loyal guardians told her that Tyrion Lannister arrived back in King's Landing after almost being killed in the Eyrie. Nathalia almost rolls her eyes at Catelyn Stark's insensibility. Surely the woman must have known that such actions would cause trouble for her husband in the den of the lions?

Turning gracefully in a corner, she is stopped when handmaidens come flocking a certain room. Fusses were made by the women, concerned about their unconscious mistress. A basin of water is brought in by one of them, a look of pity and concern are on their faces. Understanding who was inside the room, Nathalia remembers the way Eddard Stark's eldest daughter fainted with a loud thump after her father was beheaded in front of her. Before she knew it, she too feels concerned for the girl. Seeing her father die must have been traumatic—especially if the orders came from her betrothed. She sends a gust of wind inside the room, vowing to herself that she will return later to save the girl.

She arrives soon in Tyrion's chambers, not bothering to knock. The scene that welcomed her was some whore riding the small man. The bed rocks violently each time the whore thrusts herself down with glee, her breasts bouncing in the process. It irked Nathalia how some women could belittle themselves as playthings. She coughs loudly, earning the attention of the two people on the verge of climax. The whore shrieks and tries to cover herself with the silk sheets on Tyrion's bed.

She smirks at the frustrated face of Tyrion. "Don't worry, I have your parts too" She tells the whore. "I'll give you a few moments to clothe yourself and leave me with Lord Tyrion"

The girl complies, quickly slipping on her thin garment and walking out of the door. A few moments of silence is given to an aroused Tyrion as he tucks in his tunic inside his breeches.

"I've never known you to bring whores inside this castle" Nathalia comments as she watches him arrogantly jump out of the bed to pour himself some wine. She waves him off when he offers her a cup. "No, thank you. The gods only know how many whores drink from that cup"

He rolls his eyes, propping himself up on a chair and resting his short legs on the table. "She is not a whore"

She cocks an eyebrow. "You care for her"

He nods slowly. It pleases Nathalia how he tells her the truth, knowing that she will keep his secret. "I suppose you were here for Ned Stark" He says, sipping the wine loudly and clicking his tongue. "You were too late"

"I know" She tells him. "I talked with your sister"

"I talked to her my whole life, so?"

She takes a step forward, ignoring his remark. "Do you believe in Joffrey as king?"

A deep chuckle erupts from the imp. "That little shit doesn't know how to run King's Landing peacefully, let alone the whole Westeros"

"Then you'll agree to my proposal?"

"What proposal?"

It is her that chuckles now. "Don't hide anything from me, Tyrion. There's a helper inside your father's camp and he made it sure that I was told that you will soon be the Hand of the King in replacement of Ned Stark"

He rolls his eyes, muttering softly how helpers were too confident before drowning the rest of the wine. "So what is your proposal?"

She lifts her chin. Tyrion Lannister is a hard man to figure out. She is not confident that he will accept her next words. "I want you to sway Joffrey to the right direction. We do not need a cocky boy as a king. Send me a raven of the results"

"I'm sorry" Tyrion bends his head, removing his feet from the table. "You want me to be a rat to my family?"

"Yes" She tells him the truth. "Do you comply?"

Tyrion slumps back on his chair, releasing a huge amount of breath. Nathalia sees the uncertainty in her eyes and worries for her decision. Has she read him wrong and he is loyal to his family? The imp shows signs of discomfort as he runs his hand on his hair and rubs his face repeatedly. A defeated look crosses his face, igniting hope inside Nathalia. "My family—excluding Jaime, of course—has been ashamed of me ever since I came out of the my mother's womb and murdered her"

Nathalia nods, happy that Tyrion agreed. She sends him a small smile before curtseying. "Thank you, Lord Tyrion. This will not be forgotten. If you'll excuse me, I must rescue a certain Stark girl from the hands of a bastard"

She turns around, prepared to go out before Tyrion's amused laugh slows her. "My brother didn't shut up about Sansa Stark when I saw him in father's camp. I thought I might want to see the girl for myself to see if she is really as lovely as he says she is"

"Hmm interesting" Is the last thing she says before walking out. The whore is waiting outside, no doubt trying to eavesdrop on their conversation. The poor girl straightens herself, wide-eyed at the position she is caught in. Nathalia narrows her eyes, studying her. She's quite pretty with her black curls and creamy white skin. "What is your name?"

The girl looks down, worried for her fate. "S—Shae, my lady"

Nathalia notices the hard accent and purses her lips. "You're from Lorath?" Memories of her dreams flash in her mind and she fights off the urge to ask the girl what it is like to live in such a place.

The girl colors, nodding her head. "Y—yes, my lady"

Nathalia smiles and places a reassuring hand on Shae's shoulder. "Look after Lord Tyrion" She tells her and turns around, walking back to the Lady Sansa's chambers.

*Sansa Stark*

The darkness has consumed Sansa. The pain that she felt was too great that it has placed an unbearable pressure in her chest, making her succumbed to nothingness. The unconsciousness dulled the excruciating pain when she saw her father's head detached from his body and rolling on the holy steps of the Great Sept. She knew it was right not to fight off the dizziness as she hit the hard floor. The last thing she heard was the cheers of the people. She can almost hear the sound of whetstone polishing the sword that will be used to cut her head. She had pleaded in front of the council and has kneeled down before Joffrey for her father's life. It seems as if her efforts were futile.

Ned Stark had been a good father to Sansa. Sansa remembered the way that he would hold her close whenever she would come up to them in the middle of a great storm in Winterfell…the way that he would tell her stories of the wights and the sheepish reaction in his face whenever he gets caught by her mother…the way that he would tell her other siblings to let her have the last lemon cake. All these have been a memory. Nothing more that an event that gets wiped out as they progressed towards the present. All her life, people kept on telling her how much she looked like her mother and how no Stark features are present in her beautiful face. Now, all Sansa could wish for is a remembrance—something that she could hold on to forever and would never had the trouble of losing. It is the first time that she felt envious of Robb and the others. They all have Stark features while she is burdened with noticeable Tully features—not even a single strand of the dark Stark hair on her head.

Sansa feels a hand on her forehead, eliciting her eyes to be opened. She blinks rapidly, pushing herself up. She realizes that she is already insider her bedchambers. Fear wrapped her whole body like a blanket. She will die soon, she knows it.

"Shh shh you need to rest" The person pushed her back on the soft confines of her mattress, confusing Sansa.

Closing her eyes to prevent the throbbing in her head to worsen, she asks, "W—who are you?"

"My name is Nathalia. I am here to take you home"

Heeeey guys! I've been kind of having a mental battle in my head if I should continue the events in this chapter. It turns out that I like being annoying so I left it in a cliffhanger. Hehe don't worry. I already have the next events planned.

CERCEI JUST GOT BITCHSLAPPED! I had so much fun writing that scene haha

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