The square seemed almost deserted, the men and boys having gone to fight the white walkers despite their queen's orders to stay put. The women had been ordered to fill the brothel the late Lord Littlefinger once owned, to pccupy the men Cersei still had. The girls remained and the babies too young to go to either place their parents had gone; maintaining the houses, using the money their mothers and brothers sent to buy food and clothing. Sam insisted on staying behind toprotect the spare few, all the men knowing they were vulnerable to assault.
And so Dean, Cas and Jack bowed to Cersei as she sat in her throne. Despite having lost much of her assets, Cersei still looked intensley intimidating and regal, staring the three down with eyes so forceful Dean was the only one able to meet her eyes in return.
"Where is your fourth?" Cersei asked.
"What do you care?" Dean asked in return. Cersei glared at him.
"You show up without a man and greet me in insult. Why shouldn't I just throw you in the dungeon?" She replied. Cas glanced at Dean and stayed silent.
"Why did you summon us?" Dean asked in return.
"Keep talking out of turn peasant and you shall see your brothers heads on spikes within the hour." Cersei snarled.
"I apologize for my brother, your majesty." Castiel spoke up. "He doesn't approve of how your kingdom is being run at the moment."
"You may tell your dear brother that I don't answer to him and he is not royalty, his opinion will not matter to me, ever."
"Not even if your child is in danger?" Dean asked. Cersei's fiery gaze went back to him.
"Guards, take this man to the dungeon." Cersei called. The mountain trudged forward and shoved Dean forward.
"It's true, your majesty." Castiel interrupted, stepping forward. "We know of a person who wishes to end your life and therefore the life of your unborn child."
"Let me, see, that would be all of Westeros now wouldn't it? I do not care for insults from men I barely even want in my kingdom." Cersei replied. "I will spare you and your little brother from the dungeons if you agree to the terms I have planned for you."
"And what's that?" Dean asked, the mountain's hand crushing his arm.
"High positions in the Golden Company, if you are willing to betray the nobles of Winterfell, I will grant you lands and wonderful women ready for marriage." Cersei replied.
"While that is a great offer, and we are honored beyond words," Castiel began "we can't leave the service of our original employ."
"Very well." Her eyes upon them were angry enough Dean thought she just might pull an evil queen move and throw them all to the mountain or something instead of going to the dungeons.
"No, your majesty. Not the nobles of Winterfell." Castiel said.
"Indeed. Who then?" Cersei asked
"You, your majesty. We are honor-bound to protect you and your unborn child from a great threat, one that may even be closer to its goal than we realize." Dean looked at Castiel as if he was insane.
"Take the men to the dungeon." Cersei replied without a second thought. Castiel and Dean trudged along, and took a hold of Jack before he was jostled too roughly.
"Did you really think that was going to work?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, I did. Maybe I should've said it was Arya specifically."
"Yeah, then Arya would kill us both. Would not like to be on her bad side. Cersei's scary but Arya's scarier." Dean said.