The Dragon and the Hawke 61
- King's Landing -
It's hard to tell, but Cersei Lannister wasn't in a bad mood. She was actually rather happy with how her day had gone so far. She'd managed to quell the last of the Faith Militant, executing nearly a hundred more men with the seven pointed star carved into their foreheads.
They'd tried to assault the Red Keep, which certainly made catching or killing them easier. Fanatics were never the kind to think things through, plan them out, or live very long when faced with a superior force.
So now the Faith was decimated within the city, and the time would soon arrive for her and her men to depart from the city. The idea of staying in King's Landing was ludicrous, especially considering the power that was going to be raised against her in just a few months.
The Martell Prince's whore, the Queen of Thorns, the Burning Stag, and the Red Wolf all wanted a piece of her. She would have stayed in the city regardless, sure of victory for the Lannisters, if it weren't for the bitch across the sea.
Not the Targaryen, a blonde cunt with delusions of superiority she could deal with. It was the Storm God she wasn't willing to test. A goddess had aligned herself with the dragon bitch and Stannis, and with the alliance that her former brother in law was forming with Highgarden and Dorne, it was only a matter of time before the city fell.
She would not be there when it did. She would instead be with her new King. Euron had sent envoys, promising magic and protection from the wrath of the god, her enemies, and especially himself if she were to marry him.
She would have declined, had it not been for that god, that god who had come into her city without any difficulty and ensnared her alchemist. Qyburn had reported the arrival and sudden disappearance of the god and her mortal bride almost as soon as he was safe. He had always been a loyal madman, so she did not doubt his words. He also believed in the impossible, as clearly evidenced by her hulking bodyguard.
Of the formerly living Gregor Clegane, not much was said. Most were too fearful to even bring him up. He'd been a monster as a man, and now he was just more intimidating, though far less monstrous. He didn't rape, pillage, or reave anymore. Now he was just a killer who was very good at his job, and immune to the effects of most magic, if Qyburn were to be believed.
He would prove invaluable against Marian Hawke, if the bitch ever tried to come after her. For now, he would serve as a deterrent from Euron trying anything against her. She looks up at her hulking bodyguard and tells him, "Come."
With that, she turned from her view of the city and strode from her chambers. It was a simple walk from her chamber to the throne room, and as expected Jaime was there waiting for her. He gave her a tight, pained smile.
Poor boy, he was serving the woman who did what he'd killed the Mad King for doing. He'd never draw blade against her, though, she had him wound too tightly around her fingers. She gave him the eager smile she knew he craved and she could see tension sink from his bones, and he smiled back weakly.
It would so break him to see that she was marrying Euron, but she could not stay, and she needed him to hold the city for her. She knew he would, though the same couldn't be said of the sellsword he'd taken into his employ. Bronn of the Blackwater, what a farce. The man thought himself a noble, as though he had the same power that she did. She would take pleasure in disabusing him of that notion soon enough.
Perhaps she could kill him in front of Tyrion when the time came, they'd been friends. She would make that dwarf suffer, especially for what he'd done to Father. Cersei knew, deep in her heart, that had Tyrion simply died like he was meant, or just run like the coward he was, her father would be alive.
Tywin Lannister would not have made the same mistakes that she did. He would not have given power to the Faith, he would have ousted them from the start. He would not have allowed her to wallow in their prison, not like sweet Tomen had. Sweet, weak willed Tomen. She would regret the death of the last of her children for all her days, but time had taught her that the blood that flowed through her beloved son's viens was not the blood of a king. Not like her beloved Joffrey.
That Tyrell bitch had taken her son from her, again and again. Even in death she took her son! Margaery Tyrell deserved every hell she now burned in.
As she sat in her throne, Cersei sighed as she regarded the empty chamber, "Jaime?"
"Mm?" Jaime asks with the same enthusiasm.
"Are the preparations ready?"
"They are," She waits for it, and sure enough he asks, "Are you sure you must do this?"
"There is no other way, their god can stride right into our city, without care," She frowns in distaste, "I will not be taken by magic or steel."
"You're selling yourself to a man you don't know!"
"I've done it in the past, brother," She turns her head to glare at him, "At least this time I know he's a bastard."
"Oh, your grace, that hurts."
That was not her brother who spoke, nor Qyburn, and especially not Gregor. She turns slowly, and there is a man where once there was none.
Euron Greyjoy smiles and bows, "I present myself to my new bride to be. I hope you find me acceptable?"
"Perhaps," Cersei waves, and Gregor steps forward.
The Crow's Eye glares at the giant of a man with his visible eye, "What is this?"
"You have magic," The queen notes, "Or so the stories you've spread say, prove it."
Euron turns his gaze back to her, then to the giant, and shrugs. She waits for something to happen, but all he does is stare at her.
"Is this acceptable?" He asks, but it is not the Euron from before her, but the one to her left. Her head whips to the side, and there he is, a dagger to Jaime's throat.
She stands swiftly, glaring at him until he chuckles and releases her crippled brother, "Your grace, if you think all magic is like the Storm God's, I'm sorry to say you'll be gravely disappointed with my meager tricks."
"I find myself intrigued, instead," She tells him, "Very much so."
"Then you will take me as your king?"
"If, when I reach Casterly Rock, you are there as well, we will be wed," She tells him.
Euron frowns, which morphs into a complentative look, and he bows, "Very well, your Grace, I will meet you at your ancestral home. I suppose it wouldn't make much sense trying to be wed here, I don't follow the old gods and you've damn well taken care of the Seven."
Cersei nods, and she watches as he actually leaves the chamber, walking rather than just vanishing. Once the doors shut, she turns to her brother in worry, "Are you alright?"
Jaime frowns, "no, I'm not."
Cersei nods, and takes his flesh hand to lead him from the throne room. She would not be with him much longer, and she would make the best of what she had, even if he was not a whole man anymore.
- Meereen -
"You were in King's Landing?" Dany asks, mildly irritated, "You realize that we aren't on good terms with them?"
"Eh, we're not actually at war though," Marian shrugs.
Dany closes her eyes, counts to three, then turns to Missandei, "Can I trust you to give me a decent excuse?"
"Marian was intent on going, regardless of what I said, so I chose to accompany her rather than argue the point," Missandei tells her, "You know it is impossible to dissuade her when an idea pops into her mind."
"It's true," Marian agrees, "I am very stubborn."
"Yes, unfortunately, you are," Dany rolls her eyes, then a soft smirk plays on her lips, "So, did you find anything interesting while you were there?"
"Nah, the mad alchemist I was going to see didn't have the know how to brew the potion."
"What potion?" Dany asks.
Marian furrows her brow, then, "Ooh, right! I never told you that bit, me and Missy are trying to replicate a potion that existed in my world, it helped Andrastian woman have babies."
"You wanna get knocked up?" Yara asks, blinking at them, "Now?"
"No time like the present," Marian shrugs, then pauses, "You know, that's actually kinda true, there is never a time like the present, everything is unique and all tha-"
"Marian," Missandei chides, and the Storm God smiles apologetically. The Empress's translator turns back to her and nods, "We have been thinking of it, and trying to find a way to accomplish the task, for several weeks."
"G'luck to you," Yara smirks, then gives Dany a sidelong glance, "Lemme know when you succeed."
Marian laughs, followed by Missandei, then Dany tells Yara, "If you want children, I am sure Daario will be happy to oblige."
Yara stops laughing, blinks at the Empress, then looks to the Commander of the city guard. Daario smirks at her, and winks. She shrugs, "Well, he's got the looks, and the moves, and he's eager. Maybe when we finally kill my cunt of an uncle."