Planning the attack, more show dialogue, however heavily changed due to different people involved. This is a very short chapter.

Tyrion

The room where the map table should have stood was a feeble attempt at recreating the glory of what Tyrion imagined the room looked like before it was looted. Out of everything which was stolen, this was what he'd been most annoyed about. To him, the table was a signature of Targaryen power, a way of planning battle in style. Now it was a kitchen table with a pathetic map on top. A second class attack. As were the people who surrounded them. Of course he couldn't say that to their faces, or to Daenerys. The lack of support from the Lords of Westeros was going to make their life very difficult to re-take the Iron Throne without using fire and blood. And the people who had allied with Daenerys were a bloodthirsty bunch and all in favour of going down that route. Stood around the map; ready to listen to his plan was Daenerys, Yara and Theon Greyjoy, Ellaria Sand, Varys, Grey Worm and Missandei.

Tyrion started. "To win the war, first we need to win..."

"If you want the Iron Throne, take it. We have an army, a fleet, and three dragons. We should hit King's Landing now. Hard. With everything we have. The city will fall within a day." Yara interrupted.

Tyrion rolled his eyes. "If we turn the dragons loose, tens of thousands will die in the firestorms."

Ellaria sighed in what Tyrion interpreted as disgust with his lack of desire for revenge. "It's called war. You don't have the stomach for it, scurry back into hiding."

"I know how you wage war. We don't poison little girls here. Myrcella was innocent." Tyrion snapped.

"She was a Lannister. There are no innocent Lannisters. My greatest regret is that Oberyn died fighting for you." Ellaria snarled.

"That's enough." Daenerys intervened. "Tyrion is the Hand of the Queen. You will treat him with respect." she paused for a moment to choose her words carefully. "I am not here to be queen of the ashes. I am grateful to you all for your council. I truly am. But you have chosen to follow me. I will not attack King's Landing. We will not attack King's Landing. Not yet."

"Then how do you mean to take the Iron Throne?" Yara asked. "By asking Cersei if she'd kindly move over, because she won't."

"We had hoped to have the support of the Tyrell army, but and lay siege to the capital surrounding the city on all sides. Cersei will have the Iron Throne but no food for her army or the people. However, that is not an option. Although I do still want to ensure the capital is starved out." she turned to Tyrion. "Go ahead."

"We can't use Dothraki and Unsullied to lay siege to the capital, the Lords of Westeros won't like it. They will especially see the Dothraki as savage, foreign invaders. We have to change their minds and prove we are peaceful towards those who follow us. Tyrion began to walk around the table. "Cersei will try to rally the lords of Westeros by appealing to their loyalty, their love for their country. If we besiege the city with foreigners, we prove her point. Our army should be a mixture of Dothraki, Unsullied and Westerosi, working together."

"And I suppose we're providing the Westerosi?" Ellaria sighed.

"You are... for now." Tyrion nodded. "We must target each Kingdom individually. Surround the Kingdom with a mixture of Westerosi, Ironborn and Unsullied to hopefully take each Kingdom." Tyrion reached down and picked up a counter with a painted image of a sun on it. He looked to Ellaria. "Lady Greyjoy will escort you home to Sunspear where you will head the Dornish army and lead it up to the Princes Pass." Tyrion walked to the south of the map and picked up a counter with a picture of Kraken painted on to it. "The Ironborn fleet will then sail for Oldtown, blocking the port from transporting the goods by sea." Tyrion then reached for the counter which resembled an Unsullied helmet and begins walked around the table and to the western side of the map of Westeros. "None of this can happen until the Unsullied have achieved their objective. For decades House Lannister has been the true power in Westeros. And the seat of that power is Casterly Rock. Grey Worm and the Unsullied will sail for the Rock and take it." Tyrion stopped at Casterly Rock where there was a counter with a painted lion on it. He placed the Unsullied counter on top of the lion. A small contingent of Dothraki will wait until the rock falls, they will take over Casterly Rock while the Unsullied make their way south, hopefully in a peaceful manner. They will march south as the Dornish army marches west, until the Reach is eventually surrounded. Then we will discuss terms with Lady Olenna once more."

"What about the Tyrell army?" Ellaria asked.

"You can take some of the Dothraki with you to help, should there be the need." Tyrion said.

"I will travel to Highgarden myself on Drogon and speak with Lady Olenna. I'm sure being surrounded on all sides, with the threat of more soldiers and three dragons will change her mind." Daenerys smiled. "Do I have your support?"

"You have mine." Yara nodded.

"Dorne is with you, Your Grace." Ellaria agreed.

"What about the north?" Theon asked. "Do you plan on attacking them or asking for their help?"

Tyrion looked to Daenerys, who nodded. "You were raised in Winterfell, what do you know of Jon Snow?" he asked.

"A bastard with a chip on his shoulder when I lived there. He must have overcome that because last I heard he was Lord Commander of the Night's Watch."

"Since then he has been proclaimed King in the North, with Lady Sansa at his side as his Queen." Tyrion told Theon who looked astonished.

"He re-took Winterfell? Are the Boltons..."

"Dead and gone." Tyrion nodded.

"I hear Lady Sansa fed Lord Ramsay to his dogs. Such a fitting ending, don't you think?" Lord Varys smiled.

Theon swallowed. "I suppose it isn't any surprise they named Jon King in the north since Robb died, he is the eldest male Stark."

"Is he?" Varys smirked.

"It turns out Ned Stark wasn't quite as honourable as he professed." Tyrion explained. "You see, it turns out Jon Snow wasn't the bastard son of Lord Eddard. He was the son of Lyanna Stark and Prince Rhaegar."

"He's my bastard nephew." Daenerys stated, as if that were the truth, although Tyrion knew it wasn't.

"Did the northern Lords know when they crowned him?" Theon asked. "I can't imagine they'd be happy about that, although he was the most northern looking of the Stark children. And the most like Lord Eddard in his ways, very northern."

"It appears they did." Tyrion told him. "This means our Queen still has a family member left in Westeros, one who doesn't wish to claim the Iron Throne, or so we hear. While the assistance of the north would be most helpful to our cause, with winter upon us, they will not leave their castles."

"I will leave them be for now." Daenerys said. "Allow winter to pass, many of their men will be depleted. They will most likely have turned against their King for not having prepared them sufficiently for winter. I will propose a marriage alliance with the winter King, thus uniting the Seven Kingdoms back together with little bloodshed."

"Do you think it will work?" Tyrion asked Theon.

Theon shrugged. "The Jon I knew would always do what is best for others. Not sure how he'd feel about marriage. We took him to a brothel once and he wouldn't even touch the whore."

"Does he prefer men?" Ellaria asked.

Theon shook his head. "He was always scared of fathering a bastard. It was one of the reasons he joined the black. Being celibate is part of their oath."

"Well he has no need to worry about fathering a bastard if he marries me." Daenerys smiled. "Your information was most valuable Lord Theon."

"I'm not a..." Theon started but the glare from Tyrion was enough to shut him up.

Once the plan was agreed, Yara, Theon and Ellaria left to organise their journey to Sunspear, while
Daenerys, Varys, Missandei, Grey Worm and Tyrion were left to discuss the rest of their plans.

"There are too many things that could go wrong." Grey Worm told her. "We can take Casterly Rock, but our forces will be..."

"Stretched to the limits." Missandei offered and Grey Worm nodded.

"What options do we have?" Tyrion asked.

"Maybe we should treat with this Jon Snow." Daenerys said. "Allow his cousin to guard the north in his name. He is from Westeros, he is a hero, or so your spies keep telling me Lord Varys. The smallfolk will flock to help us."

"He won't abandon his people." Tyrion shook his head. "He may be a Targaryen by blood, but he has a direwolf by his side, a white one. He has ice running through his veins. If his wolf cannot cope with the heat, then neither will Jon Snow. Stark's do not do well in the south."

"I'm sure he could be persuaded. He is a man after all." Daenerys gave a coquettish look.

Tyrion felt like he was banging his head against a wall. If Daenerys wasn't using fire and blood to get what she wanted, then she resorted to her feminine wiles. Tyrion had heard enough to know this would not persuade Jon Snow, he just needed to prove it.

"I suppose you could always invite him to Dragonstone." Lord Varys suggested, much to Tyrion's irritation.

"I don't think Jon Snow would even entertain the idea." Tyrion shook his head.

"What makes you think that Lord Tyrion?" Daenerys asked.

"Your grace, the Stark motto is Winter is Coming. They don't say that for fun. The northern winters are harsh and extremely deadly. Jon would never abandon his people while winter is upon them." he shook his head. "No, one of us must go to him. Talk to him, make him see sense. You are his aunt after all. Appear friendly, offer help."

"What type of help?" Daenerys asked.

"Offer grain from the Reach." Varys suggested. "The north is prone to starvation in the Winter, a bounty of grain will go some way to alleviating their troubles."

"You suggest bribery?" Daenerys raised an eyebrow, to which both Tyrion and Varys nodded. "Very well." she turned to Tyrion. "You know both Jon snow and Lady Sansa, as much as I despise the idea of losing my hand for any length of time, you might be the better person to deal with them."

"I would need to set sail before..." he started, but Daenerys put her hand up to stop him.

"I will take you on dragonback. However, it would not do for my dragons to invoke fear into the northern people...yet." her voice sounded cold. "Where would be the most suitable landing point be if I were to take you on dragonback?" she asked.

"The quickest way from the sea is up the White Knife, but to get there you would need to land just outside White Harbor so that I could take a small boat up the river to Castle Cerwyn. After that it should take a week to get to Winterfell." Tyrion told her. "I could be there and back before the Unsullied reach Casterly Rock." he suggested. "If he agrees, send some ships to meet them from Torrhen's Square, they can sail for Lannisport and support our numbers."

"And if he won't agree?" Lord Varys asked.

"Tell him I will return when I have taken Kings Landing, except this time I will bring fire and blood to the north." she smiled.