Author's note: I am still writing but it's the holidays so I just been really busy! Please keep reading :)
Edaline was not enjoying her time at court and she told her strange new benefactor just that.
The queen offhandedly told her to take Sansa's old rooms and use Sansa's things.
Edaline was a good half a foot shorter and of a much curvier built.
Never mind her current expanding physique.
She thought of an insult the Hound once said to someone in her presence.
"I'd call you a cunt, but I really love cunts"
No, Edaline loved her cunt. She would not call the queen anything that enjoyable,
She was also rather fond of dogs after Ramsay met his end, so insulting bitches would be unfair.
That blond pile of shit with perky tits.
How is that Your grace - Edaline fumed,
Daenerys Targaryen could have her stupid iron throne and her birthright, Sansa could have the North.
She imagined Arya who she heard was most likely alive would want to kill Cercei (if she was still the same Arya).
What did Edaline want with a throne for a kingdom she despised?
What did she need North for when home for her was now so much further north - where snows never melted.
And death - death was a release, a blessing. Arya can give her that.
Edaline wanted revenge, she wanted to see this woman broken.
She did not feel such loathing last time they met,
She was not a queen or becoming a mother herself last time she was here.
For the hundredth time that day she wished for her lover next to her.
It felt as their child grew inside so did her powers.
The king always told her in subtle ways - without words but with kindness he showed to her unheard of from his kind - that she brought out the humanity he had long forgotten existed inside of him.
But it didn't mean he actually needed her.
She on the other hand, desperately needed him - needed his cold blackness to calm and soothe her own darkness.
Her own growing rage and uncertainty.
The Cerceis of the world simply stopped having any meaning to her when he wrapped his ancient arms around her and kissed her breath away.
She needed to stand strong until they were reunited.
He called her his Night queen, so she will act like a queen.
That meant not sitting around her chambers feeling pity because her king wasn't there.
Edaline grew disgusted with her own weakness.
No, she would be a proper winter queen.
And a real queen from what needed a clever loyal hand and advisor.
She doubted the self centered queen ever bothered to notice or appreciate hers properly.
Edaline would not take that for granted.
She headed down to the black cells where she gathers
Qyburn spent a good chunk of his free time.
The Nightking silently rode next to Turmound.
They were at a halfway point between Winterfell when the king felt prying eyes of the raven on him.
He decided the time for games had passed.
He opened his barriers and spoke in his mind.
"Bran Stark, shall we speak?"
Turmound looked puzzled as the terrifying Night King paused and gestured for him to stop