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Chapter 24

As the morning sun shone down upon the Red Keep, an eerie stillness hung in the air, broken only by the haunting echoes that seemed to reverberate throughout the fortress. The silence was almost deafening, sending shivers down the spine of those souls inside the castle. Robb Stark was among the first to enter the castle, followed by Ser Jaime Lannister, who cared too little for the Young Wolf's presence. In the mind of both men, there was only the safety of those they cared about.

Fortunately for Robb, he had to wait for too little to find his young sister. Robb saw Sansa walking near the throne room, seemingly trying to sneak out somewhere. Those's eyes of Sansa showed mental exhaustion and even dreadful worry, as Sansa believed the castle was taken by the enemy's forces.

"Sansa!" Robb called out loudly, causing her to turn and look at him. The red-haired girl appeared in disbelief at the sight of her brother, who had come to rescue her from the horrors of the Red Keep.

"Robb...?" Sansa whispered before suddenly sprinting at him. Robb opened his arms and hugged Sansa, who could finally feel safe. It's been almost a year since they'd seen each other. A long time, where Sansa had to suffer at the hands of Joffrey's relentless humiliation and cruelty. It wasn't a wonder that Sansa began to weep in her brother's embrace.

"Hush, everything is alright now, Sansa. We are going to take you home," Robb muttered softly as Sansa hugged him tightly, refusing to let him go. Not wanting to believe it was another dream.

Jaime only entered the throne room for his side, where he saw Cersei with Tommen on her lap.

"J-Jaime!" Cersei stuttered, dropping the vial to the floor. Jaime saw it, but he couldn't care what it was. He ran towards her, and Cersei finally reacted as she let out a shaky breath and embraced Tommen. "Jaime!" She finally whispered, rejoicing to meet Jaime. "The city is saved. We have won."

Jaime whispered, hugging Cersei. Tommen was only staring at his uncle and couldn't quite comprehend what was happening yet. He seemingly was just happy to see him. And for a faint moment of weakness, Jaime simply hugged him as he caressed Cersei. He had never been allowed to be a father. No, because of Cersei's paranoia. But for a moment, Jaime indulged himself with that thought.

"Jaime, where is Galadriel?" Cersei finally asked as she stared at her twin brother. "Where is my daughter?"

Jaime chuckled; however, he couldn't quite simply reply. "She's here."

"Here?" Cersei's then snapped back at him. "Joffrey-! He'll kill her!"

Jaime sighed, knowing that it could be the truth. Yet, things have changed now. If fact, everything has changed. "Don't worry. She's safe and Cersei. Galadriel, she's not the same as you remember."

Cersei frowned at him, wondering what does that mean. "What do you mean?"

"It would be easier if you saw it with your own eyes," Jaime replied only. As soon, Cersei heard steps coming to the throne room. Soon enough, she saw her father, lord Tywin Lannister, enter the room. He looked weary and covered in blood and sweat. Clearly, the battle had put the Old Lion on the front lines. However, Cersei noticed the strange dust on her father's shoulder. It was ashes.

"Father," Cersei whispered before the room began to crumble underneath a mighty roar that made Cersei gasp in fear. "Again! That roar!"

Tywin ignored the dragon's roar as he only stared at his daughter. "Cersei, are you hurt?" He asked, and Cersei shook her head. Tywin only nodded slowly before soon entering the throne room. No other than Galadriel was followed by Ser Barristan and a group of Lannister soldiers. At that moment, Cersei simply froze as she saw Galadriel's wings. The white-haired girl looked around at the throne room and scoffed internally, hating what Joffrey had done to her hall.

Honestly, what a horrible taste you had, Joffrey. You've ruined my murals! And the paintings I commissioned! Ugh, I will have to redo the entire throne room again! Galadriel thought, incredibly annoyed, that she ignored the stares of Cersei and Sansa, who entered the throne room with her brother by her side. However, Galadriel only shook her head before glaring at Tywin.

"Grandfather, Tyrion has been hurt," Galadriel stated, earning a quick glance from Jaime and Tywin.

"How?" Tywin demanded, and Galadriel doubted it was because he cared about him. But mainly of those who had the gall to attack a Lannister member.

"A member of the kingsguard attacked him while everyone wasn't paying attention. The battle was over, and he seemed to have been waiting for it. Ser Mandon Moore. Thankfully, he only injured him. A squire by the name of Podrick killed him."

Jaime's face turned red with anger, as he couldn't believe a kingsguard would do something so cowardly as attacking a person from behind. But then again, the current interaction of the kingsugard was anything but honourable. However, confusion emerged. Jaime needed clarification about why Ser Mandon would attack Tyrion. But she glanced at Cersei, who, still stunned and shocked at her daughter's wings, reacted to the news with a small gesture of nuisance.

Of course, you will, Cersei. Jaime only thought, with pain on his face.

"I've sent a healer to attend to him and make sure Mya and Gedry guard his room," Galadriel stated while Tywin nodded slowly. Galadriel then glanced at Cersei and Tommen and saw her little brother glancing at her, quite confused about her wings. But it was to be expected. Tommen, of only eight years old, could barely contain his joy upon seeing his older sister. He leapt from Cersei's lap and bounded towards her. Though it was rare for Galadriel to show affection towards her younger siblings- Myrcella included- she felt a duty to care for them. Despite Joffrey's challenging nature, his younger siblings were the polar opposite. Galadriel cared about them a great deal, so she went and hugged him tightly.

"Oh, Tommen!" Galadriel let out a sigh of relief. It was hard to look out for them while playing the role of the innocent little princess, but now, she would take a more active part. She wanted to ensure Cersei didn't poison their mind, just like she did with Joffrey. Thought that wasn't a fair assumption. Joffrey came broken, and Cersei's behaviour didn't help at all.

"Galadriel! I missed you!" Tommen exclaimed joyfully as Galadriel kissed those baby cheeks of his.

"And I missed you too! How are you? Are you fine? Are you hurt?" Galadriel asked as she inspected his tiny frame body, making Tommen squeal joyfully.

"No! Just a tad hungry," Tommen replied happily, making Galadriel sigh. "Why do you have wings? Why is that? Are you a bird now?"

As Galadriel spread her black wings, Tywin and the others watched in amazement, yet not entirely surprised since they had seen them before. Nonetheless, the size of her wings was still impressive. Galadriel even let out a chuckle at their reaction.

"No, I am not a bird, little prince," Galadriel whispered as she glanced at her mother. Cersei approached her slowly, looking at her daughter and how much she had grown and changed during the last year. Cersei felt just lost and out of control. Yet, Galadriel knew how her mother's mind worked. "Things did change me, but I am still your sister."

Galadriel then stared at her mother; golden eyes met the green ones. "Mother, there's a lot of things that will change from now on. Joffrey will be disposed of his title of king if he surrenders peacefully. I shall send him to the Wall."

Cersei's eyes widened before she noticed Sansa and Robb Stark with a few more northerners soldiers.

"What is he doing here?" Cersei whispered, watching how Sansa hid behind her brother.

"They are my allies and have helped us win this battle," Galadriel stated before glancing at Robb and her sister. She hummed at both. "Lord Stark, is your sister unhurt?"

"She is, Your Grace," Robb replied, making Cersei glance at Galadriel.

"Your Grace?" Cersei muttered the title everyone seemed to be calling her, realizing why that was the case. "Galadriel, your brother...!"

"It is done, Mother. No one wants Joffrey to be the king. His reign is over."

Cersei glanced at Jaime and Tywin and could see that, in their eyes, she'll find no support. The realization came down on her. Joffrey's days as king were over.

"Ser Barristan, I want search parties across King's Landing. Wounded soldiers would be treated, no matter the banner. No matter if they are Renly's men or the Reach. The war is over," Galadriel stated with a strong voice as she walked towards the Iron Throne, watching the ugly throne made of swords. "I believe in being generous to everyone without punishing anyone. As the ones who have succeeded, we should extend a helping hand to those struggling. When peace comes, it mustn't be just hangings."

"Yes, Your Grace," Ser Barristan stated quickly.

"Grandfather, while Uncle Tyrion's work as hand serves us well. I need you to help me clean up the mess Joffrey made. I, at this moment, declare you as the Hand of the Queen."

Galadriel's words and sound of voice made Cersei's body shiver. Since when did her daughter have such a presence? Since when Galadriel's voice sound so determined? Cersei wasn't sure. Yet, Cersei glanced at Tywin, who was quite pleased with himself and the sight of his grandchild leading.

"Of course, your grace."

"Uncle Jaime, I intend to relieve Ser Meryn Trant of the kingsguard and Ser Boros Blount. Ser Mando Moore's action has shown me that the current defending knights aren't to be trusted."

Jaime glanced at Cersei, who was being taken aback by everything. But Jaime only nodded. "Wise words, Your Grace."

Galadriel has sent his shadow demons to find and kill those two. She truly wanted to create her own queensguard the way she wanted. And those two were useless to her.

"Also, search for Joffrey, wherever he is hiding."

Galadriel muttered before sitting on the Iron Throne. "What an awful chair," she muttered, looking at the windows.

The morning sun was slowly setting, and the battle's result soon appeared for everyone. Things were only beginning, and no one knew yet that Joffrey was dead, and soon, Renly would follow. It left a bitter taste in her mouth. Galadriel expected things to end on a more epic note. A more confrontational sense of the word. The idea was for her to fight Joffrey and end her brother's regime. But none of that would happen. It all ended in a long and calm way. Not honestly, what she expected it. Yet, it doesn't matter anymore. Galadriel's plans had to continue.

Such a disappointment. Galadriel muttered before watching the Iron Throne Hall and all the people there. Truly disappointing.


Tyrion slowly woke up from the slumber he was in. The pain on his face was incredible, and the bandage only reinforced the idea of him being in danger. He saw then a look he did not recognize. A woman, a Silent Sister, perhaps. Tyrion didn't know, but the woman noticed he was staring.

"My lord, do not move. You're injured," the woman's voice sounded monotone and icy. Almost inhuman. But Tyrion was too worried about something else.

"Pod!" Tyrion yelled before Podrick entered the room.

"My lord!" Podrick exclaimed.

"Find Bronn or Varys, tell them I'm here... with this woman. Tell them I am very much alive."

Podrick nodded before glancing at the person entering the room. Tyrion then saw a sort of face he did recognize.

"You're quite paranoid, my lord," Mya declared with a smirk. "But, I would as well."

Tyrion felt safer as he leaned on the bed and watched one of his niece's trusted guards and siblings. However, he became confused when he looked around the room. It wasn't the Hand of the King's room but a luxurious space in the Red Keep that looked fit for a prince.

"They wanted to take you into a tiny little room. One made for a prisoner. Your Grace, your niece, refuses to let them take you there. She also put some Gold Cloaks she trusts guarding your room. She knew you'd be worrying about your life. And, well, Gendry and I have been rotating until you woke up."

Tyrion sighed deeply, feeling much better now. "I should thank my dear niece for thinking of me," Tyrion whispered with a chuckle. He placed his hand over the bandage and hissed in pain. Yet, while sore and with a fever from the medicines. Tyrion still wanted to know what had transpired while he was unconscious. "So, how are things going? Did my niece convince Joffrey to give up the throne?"

"Joffrey is dead," Mya replied quickly, pushing Tyrion up the bed, watching Mya directly in the eyes. "They found him in his room. Poisoned by a dart. Also, Renly is dead. An arrow injured him during the battle. A fever took him yesterday. Galadriel, your niece, is queen."

Tyrion honestly did not expect that revelation. Not at all. "Well, I did not expect that: my niece, queen of the Seven Kingdoms. And Joffrey is dead. This must be a good dream."

Mya scoffed but couldn't stop and couldn't disagree with that statement. She truly believed things were just better off with that Joffrey. "Well, I wouldn't say that near Cersei. She's been mourning the death of Joffrey."

Tyrion allowed himself to think about it. Suppose Cersei and Joffrey weren't evil little shits. He might have felt something about his death and Cersei's weeping. Yet, he couldn't help but feel joyful. A sad thing to say, but they attempt to murder him. Well, that kind of action killed any sympathy from his side.

"I'd like to meet her," Tyrion muttered slowly.

"Well, she's currently busy at the moment, but she'll be there for you, my lord."

Mya then saw a woman arriving at the door. It was Tyrion's woman.

"Shae," Tyrion muttered before Mya only nodded at them.

"I will leave you alone, my lord," Mya whispered before closing the door behind them.


Galadriel stood still, watching the body of her uncle, Renly, lying there, pale and dead. Again, the death of Renly was something she wanted to avoid. At least she tried to get something out of him while he was alive. But it was a cruel reality to know that, no matter how powerful she was. There were things she couldn't control. Of course, Galadriel could revive him. But everyone knew he was dead, so it would be pretty weird if she did it now. With that in mind, Galadriel simply shrugged it off. As annoying as it was. It was done. Galadriel needed to merely adapt like she always does.

"My brother," Stannis stated as he stood beside her. "As time passed, I remained optimistic that he would grow into a person of integrity and accountability. Yet, it appears he has instead succumbed to hubris and a focus on his own significance. But he was my brother, and I mourn the boy he was."

When Galadriel turned to look at Stannis, she found it difficult to discern his thoughts. His face had always been tough to read. "He was your brother, as he was my uncle. Whatever the man he grew up to be. He is a Baratheon and deserved to be buried properly."

Stannis glanced at Renly's body, and for a few minutes, he said nothing. However, a small sight of regret appeared on his face. It was quick, but it was there.

"I shall lead his body to Storm's End... to be buried along with our parents."

Galadriel nodded briefly. "Thank you."

Stannis didn't say much. However, he did bring up a topic he wished to discuss, and it was Galadriel's siblings. "Your Grace, we must speak about your siblings."

Galadriel knew this was coming as she lazily glared at him. "What about them?"

"They are bastards born of incest. They had no claim, no status."

"Those bastards are my siblings," Galadriel's eyes shined brightly. Stannis found himself stunned by the sheer intensity of those eyes. "You shall not harm them. You will ignore their presence, uncle. Whatever they are to you is meaningless to me."

"Meaning?" Stannis asked, trying to sound in control, but Galadriel's stares were like anything he had ever seen. They were filled with pure raw power that felt like watching the heart of the sun itself. Galadriel honestly did not want to kill Stannis, but if he dared to raise a hand and think of hurting Tommen or Myrcella. Galadriel would let loose that demonic side of her. Galadriel's wings twitched, and Stannis felt as if something was gripping his throat, a sensation of suffocation that was hard to express but real nonetheless. Stannis stared at Galadriel, whose eyes did not blink at all.

"I'll do whatever I must to protect them. Whatever, I must. Uncle, Lord Stannis, this is a warning. You will not harm them nor speak of this again."

Galadriel's voice made Stannis shiver, but he remained calm. Albeit a bit shaken. "As you wish, Your Grace."

Galadriel nodded. Before preparing to leave, she glanced back at him. "You once spoke of Lord Greyjoy as a man who will not kneel. Is that true?" Galadriel asked, and Stannis stared at her, watching those black wings of hers.

"The mistake your father made was to spare him."

Galadriel hummed before nodding at him. "I shall not make the same mistake then."

As Stannis watched the queen depart, he couldn't help but ponder whether his niece had genuinely changed over time. It was challenging to articulate, but he felt things would only become more different. Galadriel was no longer the innocent princess he once knew but rather a queen whose word was law. Stannis wondered how much becoming queen would alter her further. He would have to wait and see.

Galadriel then walked towards her mother's private room on the Red Keep. It took not long before she heard a loud slap and a scream. "Get out!" There she saw Jaime just exiting the room, and Galadriel saw a hand printed on his face, which was surprising to see, to say the least. However, it was clear that whatever Jaime spoke with Cersei didn't end well enough for him.

"Uncle, is my mother... well?" Galadriel asked, as Jaime only sighed deeply.

"You could say that," Jaime replied with a grim. "But, Joffrey's death took a toll on her. She tries to find the one responsible for it."

"And I guess anyone is a suspect then."

"Aye, some more than others."

"She hasn't eaten?"

"Nothing at all," Jaime replied quietly. "She's been too focused on who could have been the one killing her son, and the only thing that she wants is wine."

"So I heard," Galadriel muttered with a sigh, not wanting Cersei to become someone like Robert. "I'll speak with her."

Galadriel then entered the room before closing behind it. She then saw Cercei with her hands around her head. Galadriel didn't know if her mother was weeping or sleeping, or cursing at someone. It was hard to say.

"Mother," Galadriel said before Cersei seemed to return to life.

"My dear," Cersei whispered. "You came to visit me. After all..."

Galadriel wondered how different Cersei was since she found Joffrey's body. Her mother's affection towards Joffrey was either true love or a need to control someone who listened to her. A sense of power that Joffrey gave her. Galadriel couldn't honestly know. Maybe Cersei truly loved Joffrey, regardless of how mad he was. Again, Galadriel wasn't sure. Yet, the question remains. She couldn't have Cersei trying to pin the blame on someone and causing more problems. Galadriel wanted to keep Cersei on a short leash. She didn't want to kill Cersei. It was her mother, after all, the woman who gave birth to her and gave her a second chance to live in this world. Galadriel owe Cersei that much.

"I heard you haven't eaten," Galadriel whispered as she noticed the cold plates of food on the table being untouched.

"How could I eat, my dear? How could I sleep? When our enemies have killed my oldest son?" Cersei whispered as she then stared at Galadriel. "Your brother is dead. My precious golden lion..."

Galadriel sighed as she took her mother's hand and sat her on the bed. She knew what her mother was trying to do. And understood why Cersei was behaving in such an unhinged manner. "Mother, please, listen to me."

Cersei then saw those golden eyes and those black wings. She is so beautiful. Cersei thought as she looked at how Galadriel took her hands gently.

"Joffrey was my brother. And perhaps there was good in him at one point."

When he was a baby, or sperm in my father's balls, maybe. Galadriel didn't add but still held her mother's hand. "But it doesn't change that he was cruel. That he abused those under him. Not only me or Tommen, but everyone who thought less, perhaps even you too, mother. And that he started this war. Mother, Joffrey deserved to die."

Galadriel chose to be straightforward, truthful, and unflinching. She believed Cersei needed to comprehend the true nature of Joffrey. It was possible that Cersei already knew the truth about Joffrey but was attempting to love him regardless. Alternatively, there could have been something else on her mind. Nevertheless, Galadriel aimed to make her mother understand that Joffrey was better off dead. As she shook her head, that seemed quite challenging for Cersei to accept.

"My dear, Joffrey-"

"Joffrey was cruel and a horrible brother, and I am glad he is gone," Galadriel replied again, making her mother look her in the eyes. "Mother, I love you. And I know you did what you thought best. But times change. I am queen now. Do you understand? Joffrey made a lot of enemies, whoever did it or didn't do it. It doesn't matter."

"Of course, it matters!" Cersei replied angrily. "He's dead because of our enemies! Someone did it...! I'll find them! All of them!"

"What if I ordered it?" Galadriel questioned it, shocking Cersei, who just stared at her. That seemed to have thrown Cersei off balance, as she just stared at her daughter in shock.

"You...? No, no, you wouldn't..."

"I did not, but what if I did?" Galadriel talked to her quietly, softly, not trying to make her snap or something.

"I... I..." Cersei just refused to accept it. She, in fact, tried to block such thought out of her mind.

"Mother, I know about you and Uncle Jaime."

Cersei then glared at her, stunned. "Rumours. Filthy lies..."

"Mother, I saw you and Uncle Jaime once when I was little. Kissing, in not such a brotherly way."

Cersei's face morphed into many different things, shock, anger, and fear. The queen's mother seemed desperate to think of something to say, but Galadriel beat her to it.

"I love, Tommen, and Myrcella. I love you, Mother, and I love my Uncle Jaime. You're my family. I would never do anything to hurt you. But Joffrey earned his fate, and you must come to accept it."

Galadriel slowly squeezes into her mother's head. It was easy to control, to read, and to understand. Perhaps, the only thing Galadriel couldn't fathom was just how cruel Cersei could be. Joffrey truly got that from her. But Galadriel knew it and knew what Cersei wanted above all else. Cersei loved her children in her own little twisted way. But what Cersei wanted more was power and respect. That made Cersei the one who she was. However, there was more to Cersei than meets the eye. Cersei's relentless pursuit of power, of being just like Tywin Lannister, made her arrogant and short-sighted. Yet, while it was true that Cersei cursed the fact that she was born a woman. There were still feelings of being loved and cherished. Cersei wanted to protect her children, save them, be there for them, and be "useful" to them while being in control. It was just a twisted way to see things, but Galadriel could understand it.

The need to be respected. Galadriel cared for her mother but also saw how Cersei's narcissism wouldn't allow her to truly be the right mother. A sad thing to say. But the truth. Yet, Galadriel could work with that in a sick way. Galadriel would use that "love" and "addiction" to be in control of Cersei in order to control her better. It was that or sending her to Casterly Rock, and Galadriel would do that if Cersei proved too much. But for now, Galadriel would make Cersei dependent on her.

"I-" Cersei muttered slowly, not knowing what to say or think. Yet, Galadriel gently kissed her cheeks.

"Mother, as long as I am here, you don't need to worry about it. I just want you to be happy and safe. Let me take care of you," Galadriel whispered, slowly spreading her wings to Cersei, embracing her mother, who was stunned to say anything. It was like being sucked by a tornado without her realising it. Cersei stared at Galadriel as if she were the most precious thing in the world. Then, the prophecy she had heard so long ago came to mind.

Oh, aye. Six-and-ten for him and… four for you. Three will wear crowns and gold their shrouds, but one… will have the eyes of pure gold, and this one crown would be the brightest of all.

Cersei recalled that moment, that vivid moment in her life. She could see it. The future awaited her.

My little lady, do as you will, but remember my words. When the child with sun eyes is born, she will not be a princess but an empress, and when her kingdom comes, the world will quiver under her. Never forget it, and maybe your death will be avoided.

Cersei stared at Galadriel, who smiled at her softly. Suddenly, Joffrey's death didn't weigh too much on her any longer. She felt light. Still, perhaps, it was meant to be a crazy twist of destiny that only Cersei would ever express. Galadriel honestly didn't care as long her mother stayed put and in control.

"Your wings are beautiful," Cersei muttered, finally having the courage to touch them. "So soft."

"And they are also hard to wash," Galadriel added, chuckling gently.

"It must be hard to move around, my dear," In a hushed tone, Cersei expressed apprehension about the potential mobility challenges. Despite her infamous reputation, it was apparent that Cersei possessed the capacity to be an exceptional mother if not for the negative influence of Joffrey or Robert or those thoughts of her wanting power. Galadriel hoped that with Joffrey no longer in the picture, she could positively influence her mother's conduct.

"It's not that bad. I got used to it."

Galadriel chuckled, liking watching her mother react positively towards her. However, she wondered if that was a good thing or not.


The passage of time accelerated. Galadriel only realized this when she noticed the city slowly recovering from the battle. However, she also observed that the people of King's Landing were becoming accustomed to the presence of dragons overhead and their queen's new wings. She has heard about the rumours and what people say.

They consider her a "God's sign" or something similar. So far, Galadriel hasn't indeed paid mind to those rumours. But she would let them cook for a while, and how could she use that to her advantage. However, she had quite the situation before her.

"It's scary how easily the people of King's Landing get used to things," Galadriel muttered before hearing a very known voice.

"The people have gotten used to chaos and everything that comes with it," Varys stated as he sat before Galadriel's desk. The white-haired girl only sighed as she sat on her chair. Varys' eyes went immediately to those black wings, and Galadriel noticed a sort of apprehension in the Spider's eyes. Fear even.

"Lord Varys, sorry to call you so suddenly," Galadriel said as Varys waved his hand gently.

"I am here to serve you, Your Grace," Varys replied, smiling. But Galadriel knew too well not to trust the Spider's smiles.

"Yes, I know, although I wonder, do my wings scare you, Lord Varys?" Galadriel asked, and she tried to keep her tone friendly with a hint of amusement. "Gods, I know. Uncle Tyrion hasn't stopped pestering me about flying or waving my wings around."

"I am a bit stunned about the current state of things," Varys replied carefully. "You left the city in the middle of the night. But you came back after ending the war between the Lannisters and Starks. Uniting houses that knew only bloodshed. You ended the war and woke up dragons, and from the fire, the wings of the gods appeared."

"Wings of the gods?" Galadriel replied, amused, almost stunned. "Who calls them like that?"

"That's how the common folk speak; they think of you as the God chosen. How do you feel about that new title?"

Galadriel showed discomfort as she began to move around in her chair. "Uncomfortable," Galadriel only muttered. "It makes me feel quite anxious."

"I feel we both share," Varys replied. It made Galadriel wonder if Varys felt different about her now that she was clearly "magical" or at least not ordinary. Galadriel honestly thought that, while apprehensive, Varys still believed she was the best option for Westeros. So, he'll try to ignore her sudden spurt of wings.

Galadriel decided to show how good her actions skills had become as she stared at Lord Varys with fierce eyes.

"Dear Lord Varys, just like everyone. I find myself perplexed and bewildered by the sudden acquisition of these wings. Whether it was by the hands of fate, a mere dream, or some other inexplicable force, I cannot say for certain. However, what concerns me now is the welfare of our nation and bringing an end to the ongoing war that has ravaged our lands. As the queen, my utmost priority is to alleviate the suffering of our people and undo the horrific atrocities that have been committed under Joffrey's rule. In these dire times, I have come to place my trust in only a few individuals who I believe share in my vision for a peaceful and just kingdom. And among those few, you, Lord Varys, stand out as a person of integrity and sound judgment. While I still harbour some doubts about your loyalty, I am willing to put my faith in you, for I sense that you, too, share in my desire for a better future for our people." Galadriel rose from her seat, her eyes reflecting her deep conviction and determination. Varys was taken aback by the sudden tone of voice. It sounded so mature, so different from what he remembered the young princess to be.

She has truly matured. Varys wondered if his dreams of a prosperous future could be achieved too. It was hard to say. Yet even if it was just a dream, a hope, Varys truly wanted it, to be honest.

"Your Grace, my loyalty has always been to the people of this country. That has been my primary goal all this time. Peace, if you have me, I will serve you well because I know the people have a future with you. I've seen you since you were but a little girl. A tiny, frail princess pushed into the stage of a horrible and cruel play, where no one knew if she would be a pawn for others or a victim to some. Yet, you lived long enough to become queen."

Varys stared at her golden eyes, and for a few seconds, no words were spoken. "You have the people's love, and that's something more powerful than any dragon or foreign magic. If you had me, I would dedicate my life to serving you because I chose you."

If Varys was an actor, then he was a top one. Galadriel realized that she must practice more.

"Thank you, Lord Varys. I shall officially let you continue your work as the Spymaster."

"Thank you, Your Grace."

"Officially, my coronation will be in a fortnight, but I am trying to clean house. I'll rebuild the Queensguard, the counsel, among many other things," Galadriel spoke as she sat down again.

"It does sound like a lot of work," Varys pointed out.

"Yes, also, there's something. Lord Varys, do you know who could be responsible for killing Joffrey?"

Varys leaned on his chair and he tapped his fingers. "I can't say, Your Grace. If it was a Faceless Man, the one who put Joffrey's name must have a large wealth."

"Yeah, I gather as much," Galadriel muttered, faking concern. "Do you think someone like Lord Baelish can do so?"

"If he had, he must have been great at keeping it a secret, and Lord Baelish has many dealings and schemes. A faceless man is not truly his style."

Galadriel knew Varys wasn't behind Joffrey's demise, and neither was Baelish. But she wanted to make sure to rule them out. Also, she couldn't help but wonder if she should be glad or annoyed that someone had put Joffrey's name up there. Well, whatever.

"Try to look after it if you can, Lord Varys."

"I shall, Your Grace."


Robb Stark stared from his encampment outside of the Red Keep. Like many Northerners, he wanted to stay away from the city. Yet, simultaneously, he tried to keep sane from all the madness he had lived. And the sound of roaring dragons kept on reminding him about it.

"Dragons, I can't believe it," Robb muttered before hearing a soft whine from Grey Wind.

A woman's voice interrupted his thoughts, "You fought while they were flying above you." He turned to see a shy, slender woman standing beside him on the bed, wearing only a robe. Although not conventionally beautiful, she had caught his attention many times before. Repeatedly.

"And you're fearful of them now?" Jeyne Westerling whispered as she hugged Robb from behind. A small kiss on the cheek, a show of affection and love.

"During the battle, I was, focused on just winning," Robb muttered, turning his body to face her. "To come back to you."

Jeyne chuckled as she watched the man she had come to love, but she couldn't help feeling curious. "The queen, she is wonderful, and those... wings. They are rather captivating."

Robb hummed. "They are also intimidating," Robb said before looking at her. "Are you jealous?"

"Why should I? Because you, at one point, were to wed?" Jeyne scoffed playfully.

"I was lucky, I guess," Robb replied with a smile before earning a punch in the shoulder. "That's not ladylike!"

Robb teased before Jeyne only huffed as she turned around and began to dress.

"Still, when are we leaving for the North?" Jeyne asked softly as Robb sighed deeply.

"Soon, after the coronation," Robb replied as she saw the naked body of his lover and secret wife. "Lord Stannis is preparing a small fleet to sail to the Iron Islands, and I want my soldiers to rest for a bit. They deserve it. Also, winter is coming. I want to make sure the North has enough supplies to survive."

"So, not yet," Jeyne muttered, looking at herself in the mirror that was installed for her.

"Not yet," Robb added as he glanced at Jeyne. He saw how she was looking at her flat stomach. Slowly caressing it. It made him smile sincerely as he hugged her again, massaging that spot where his child was growing.

"I want to march home. I want my son to be born there, on Winterfell."

"Son? How'd you know is a boy?" Jeyne replied jokingly.

"I just know. Call it father intuition."

"Well, I know, it's a girl."

"How do you know?"

"Call it mother intuition. Besides, I am the one carrying it," Jeyne teased. "A mother knows best.."

"Well, I won't argue about that, my lady," Robb replied, chuckling before hearing someone outside the tent.

"My lord, Lady Stark," one guard stated before Jeyne lost that morning spark. Clearly, Catelyn did not wholeheartedly approve of the "marriage". Robb just broke a treaty with Lord Frey, and that old lord did not forget so easily, still, with the war technically over. Things weren't as critical as before.

"Let her in," Robb stated.

"Robb, I should-"

"Stay. You're my wife, not an outsider," Robb muttered. "Besides, I don't trust anyone from King's Landing."

Jeyne only nodded before watching Lady Catelyn enter the tent. It seems Catelyn was surprised to see her there, or maybe she still tried to ignore her.

"Mother," Robb called as Catelyn only sighed.

"I guess I should get used to this," Catelyn muttered as she glanced at Jeyne nervously, looking around. Soon, thankfully enough, Arya entered the tent, pretty much making her way in, unbothered by the other guards guarding it outside.

"Did you see it? The dragons?!" Arya smiled brightly, easing the tension in the tent.

"We have, multiple times by now," Robb replied, smiling at his little sister.

"It is true that the queen has wings now and can fly?" Arya's words weren't new. They were what people spoke and believed. It wasn't strange that Arya thought otherwise.

"Fly...?" Jeyne asked slowly as Arya nodded fervently.

"I heard she can also spit fire from her mouth, like her dragons!"

"Arya," Catelyn sighed, although a part of me wondered the same. Yet, she had something to talk to, and her eyes glanced at Robb, who sensed it. "Robb, can we speak? Privately?"

Robb was about to say something, but Jeyne decided not to push her luck and tried to be comprehensive. So, she decided to take the time to meet Arya, who looked at her curiously.

"I'll be with Arya," Jeyne spoke. "I should meet Sansa as well. What do you think?" She asked Robb, who debated for a brief period before nodding.

Arya simply shrugged before hearing a dragon pass by. She took Jeyne by the hand and drew her out of the tent. "Look! It's silver!"

Robb and Catelyn only sighed, hearing Arya's quite energetic voice. Catelyn shook her head before glancing at Robb.

"So, I heard, Jeyne is..."

"With a child, yes," Robb added quickly. "My child."

Catelyn looked troubled but simply resigned to just accept the reality of it. It wasn't as if she hated the poor girl. But more than that, she worries about Robb's future.

"Robb has the... Queen spoken to you yet?" Catelyn asked softly.

"We'll have a meeting as soon as possible. Lord Stannis is going to the Iron Islands and put to torch the Greyjoys' castles."

"Have anyone told you about Brann and Rickon?"

"No, only that they are still captive. That's all," Robb sighed, watching his mother sit on the edge of his bed.

"Sansa, she has been crying all night. She refused to let my side as if I were to disappear. This morning, she asked me if I was a vision."

Robb couldn't stop thinking about the terrible things Sansa might have gone through during her captivity. However, based on what he had heard about Joffrey's cruelty, it was understandable that Sansa would have nightmares that were too much to bear.

"Will she be alright?" Robb asked softly.

"Only time will tell, Robb. Only time will tell. But she has peace of mind, knowing that Joffrey is no longer among the living and that at least, soon enough, she'll return home."

Robb gave a brief nod. "We will return home, Mother. After the coronation, after I swear... oaths and procuring wheat and supplies for the North. Food for the soldiers and their families, and once everyone rests. We will."

Catelyn looked at her hands and sighed shakily. "Mother?" Robb asked, watching how anxious his mother was behaving.

"Do you trust the queen? After she came back with those wings and dragons? They say the gods choose her. I don't even know what to think anymore. Is it magic? Divine intervention? I can't be sure," Catelyn asked hesitantly, still struggling to come to terms with everything. Catelyn couldn't help but feel intimidated by the queen's aura and those shining golden eyes she saw during their last encounter.

"I can't say, Mother," Robb replied with a dry chuckle. "None made sense to me. But at the same time, I can't not longer care. She's our ally. Father trusted her. I shall do the same too. Besides, the last time I spoke with her, she knocked the wine cup with her wings. She looked quite troubled and annoyed by them. Suppose this is a sort of... a message from whatever gods are out there. I don't care. I just want to return home."

Catelyn felt that she shared Robb's thoughts. They were all tired and exhausted. However, she glanced at him. "She knocked a wine cup with her wings?"

"Aye, it seems that she has quite the problem measuring the distance between her and her wings," Robb allowed a small smile to appear on his face.

Catelyn let a chuckle escape her mouth, wondering if the same princess she had met so long ago was still there. Maybe she was just the same.

"Still, with should be careful around King's Landing."

"As long Tywin Lannister is here, I plan not to let my guard down."

Catelyn soon again flinched when she heard a dragon pass by over them. She could feel the heart beat faster. The idea of dragons flying once again did not make her feel comfortable. Yet, Robb only sighed, feeling the same.

"Times change, Mother. I feel that, currently, we are witnessing just that," Robb muttered, hearing the large wings above them.

"Yes, times are changing," Catelyn added in a whisper.


As Galadriel sat on the Iron Throne, Tywin stood nearby, awaiting the arrival of their guests. Sebas, the enigmatic butler, stood on her left. Her queensguard, consisting of Ser Barristand, Jaime, Mya, and Gendry, stood ready to serve. Lord Mace Tyrell and Lady Alerie Hightower approached slowly, visibly shaken by the sight of Galadriel with black wings. Upon entering the city, they encountered three enormous dragons flying overhead. It was one thing hearing rumours about them, but another entire thing watching them. The Tyrell family understood right then and there that the future of their family would be dictated in the upcoming meeting. However, as they enter the throne hall, Galadriel's attention was focused on the elderly woman following close behind them. She knew that dealing with her was her actual task.

Galadriel glanced at Varys, who was quietly watching from the sidelines. Some other nobles, who obviously wanted to, began forming alliances and playing the game. She paid no mind to them. Galadriel was busy at the moment.

"Welcome, my lord, my ladies," Galadriel spoke as her voice echoed in the large room. "Thank you for arriving here quickly. But as you know, we were at war not too long ago."

"My princes-"

"Your Grace," Tywin quickly stopped Mace from speaking. "She is your queen. You will refer to her as Your Grace."

"Of course! Of course!" Mace stuttered. "Your Grace. I beg your forgiveness. I had-"

It was clear that Lord Tyrell had no idea nor a statement that would clean him from his part in the war. His wife was hissing at him in desperation.

"Had thought that Renly Baratheon would succeed in his endeavours, right?" Galadriel spoke, tilting her head at the fat lord. "Well, he failed. My dear uncle is dead. My brother is dead. I united the rest of the Kingdoms and will soon make sure the Iron Island returned to the fold, by force if necessary. And, while currently, I am not without mercy. I am truly without patience."

Galadriel's voice made the lord and lady of the Reach quiver in fear, and some were surprised to hear her speak in such a cold and icy matter. However, it was all an act. Galadriel glanced at Tywin, who nodded at her.

"So speak, did you deny your part in Renly's uprising?" Galadriel asked, and Mace couldn't find words. However, it was Olenna Tyrell who spoke.

"Shh, you idiot, let me speak," Olenna hissed, making her son flinch. "Your Grace. My idiot, son understands his actions. However, House Tyrell disapproved of his... partnerships."

Galadriel and Tywin looked towards Olenna, anticipating her response. They understood that they would be negotiating with her instead of Mace. The Crownlands had been devastated and required significant rebuilding, necessitating the Reach's resources. However, Galadriel had already strategized the situation and knew how to proceed. She wanted not only the Crownlands to enter into debt but also the Reach, and because of Renly' taking a considerable debt from her bank. She would pass it to the Tyrell, among other things. Now, half of Westeros was in debt, and it was her bank that held all of it. The steps for centralizing power were starting.

"Tyrell's banners are on the field burning still, Lady Olenna. How could you say that the Tyrell family did not partake in this alliance?" Tywin drawled slowly.

"Renly and my grandson were guided by ideas of grandeur. Sadly those ideas landed on my fathead son. It was treason. I warned them," Olenna spoke clearly without even caring about offending her son, who bowed his head in shame. "I knew this would happen. Renly was good a looking pretty and promising to the world. But all could see he was not fit to be a king. We should've stayed away from all this. But once the cow's been milked, there's no squirting the cream back up her udders. So, here we are to see things through."

Well, she certainly doesn't care to speak her mind. I feel bad for Lord Mace Tyrell. Galadriel thought, amused, as she heard Mya and Gendry snort loudly while listening to a cough from Ser Barristan.

"He did captivate your son, Lord Tyrell," Galadriel added.

"That he did," Olenna replied quickly.

"But it doesn't matter if Renly's song seduces your son with promises of grandeur. It was treason, nevertheless. But, like I say, I am not without mercy. Gendry, Mya, please bring Ser Loras and Lady Margaery."

It took not long before the two prisoners came. Galadriel wasn't cruel, especially to sweet Margaery. She has been kept in a room with all the accommodations of a lady of her birth. Loras was also held in a relatable clean cell and showed no sign of mistreatment. Yet, the gaunt look on his face showed that he was indeed still mourning the death of Renly.

"Loras! Margaery!" Alerie sighed as she watched her children. She was allowed to go and hug them, inspecting them to see if something had happened to them.

"Mother, don't worry, we are fine," Margaery whispered as she glanced at her brother, who only nodded at her.

"Lady Tyrell, Lady Margaery speaks the truth. They have been properly taken care of," Galadriel spoke, noticing the soft smile from Margaery. "Now, you said you were here to see things through. Tyrell committed treason. Let's not make two sides about it. However, the reality was that peace could still be achieved if met certain guidelines."

Olenna watched the young queen, and she also shared the same shock and was overwhelmed at the fact that those black wings were real. Yet, she was also thinking about the survival of the Tyrell family. The old woman wouldn't let it all burn around her.

"What are your terms, Your Grace?" Olenna asked as Galadriel hummed deeply.

"After bending the knee, during the coronation, and saying the oaths. The Tyrell family and the Reach as a whole. Will pay double taxes for the next ten years and take half of the debt from my uncle Renly's loan. And provide with wheat, seeds, and other supplies to the North and the Crownlands for the next two years to secure enough supplies for the winter."

Olenna nodded slowly. All in all, those terms were harsh but by far what she initially thought. They were soft if she could say. But if she knew anything, the fact she could see Tywin Lannister's smugness meant that there was more than met the eye. However, she had no idea of it yet.

"I see. What about my grandson and my granddaughter?"

"Lady Margaery," Galadriel glanced at the Tyrell flower and couldn't help herself. She was weak against beautiful women. "Will remain here as my Lady-In-Waiting and as a ward for that period until there's no more debt."

That was a surprise, but each person had a different reason.

"For ten years?" Alerie whispered, stunned, confused and worried for her daughter because that meant that she would remain unwed for that period. Possibly killing any prospect of an alliance with another house, which was true. Olenna could see it. By keeping Margaery with them, it would be used to keep them in line. And that they could use Margaery to form an alliance without their approval. However, Olenna wasn't worried about her granddaughter. In fact, she saw it as an excuse for the queen to have her by her side.

Olenna glanced at Margaery, who seemed to be thinking something along the lines. Olenna trusted her granddaughter's ability to take advantage of her current situation. Perhaps, it wouldn't be as bad as she thought.

"And for Ser Loras," Galadriel hummed, watching the knight of the flowers. "You have two older sons if I remember correctly. Willas and Garlan Tyrell, correct?"

"Aye, Your Grace," Mace replied softly.

"Ser Loras, there are only two options. Take the black, and join the Night's Watch, or join the Queensguard," Galadriel spoke, and those words surprised Loras and his family.

"The queensguard," Mace muttered, while some would consider that a privilege for Mace and his wife. It was losing a son to them, so both felt apprehensive about it. But it was at least an honourable option. The other would mean they would never see their son again.

Olenna pondered profoundly and sought to view the situation from a unique perspective. She considered the possibility that having Loras join the kingsguard would provide some measure of protection for Margaery and allow them to continue playing the game. However, Olenna couldn't shake the feeling that there might be a hidden motive behind this decision.

"Are you sure, Your Grace? You'll be protected by someone who fought against you and served another king. Would you trust that sword?" Olenna asked, carefully watching Galadriel's reaction.

"I'll trust the man my uncle Renly trusted. The one he cherished, and someone who takes his vow seriously."

Galadriel then glanced at Ser Loras, who closed his eyes. There wasn't indeed a better alternative. However, he did recall the last words of his beloved Renly.

She's going to be a great queen. That's why Robert made her the true heir.

Loras wondered what purpose his life had now without Renly. He could find something to defend his niece.

She's truly amazing, eh? My niece? But she will be surrounded by lions and no more stags.

Loras sighed deeply, hearing the voice of Renly. Then he knelt before Galadriel.

"As long I have strenght in my hands, I shall serve you, my queen."

Galadriel glanced towards Ser Barristan, who quickly composed himself and locked eyes with the young man standing before them. The order needed new recruits, and they had complete faith in the queen's wise decision-making abilities. So, he nodded at him.

Galadriel wanted to ensure her new-formed queensguard had what it needed to be better than the last order. She had four good members in Ser Barristan, Jaime, Mya and Gendry. Of course, her two half-siblings weren't officially yet. She'll knight them once she's crowned. But they would be part of it. So, she needed three more. Ser Loras would be a good addition, not only to keep Tyrell in check but because there wasn't another candidate worth anything.

I remember that woman, the tall one... and the Hound. But I don't know. I should think about this. Galadriel hummed before returning her gaze to the Tyrell family.

"These are my terms, lenient overall. Don't you agree?"

"They are Your Grace," Olenna stated, glancing at her son and wife. It was clear they were going to have a long chat after this. However, their position could have been better. Still, Olenna had a lot to discern about this. She could see it in the queen's eyes. Things weren't as they seemed.

And she was right. Galadriel has her own plans, and she was just beginning.


Authors' note!

-I am following the books more than the show. So, Galadriel was born on 284 and currently is 300 ac, making Galadriel 16 years old.

Mya was born on 279 or 280 ac, so she is currently 20.

Gendry was born in 284. just like Galadriel, but he's older for a few months, almost half a year.

-Also, Mya, Gendry, and the rest aren't categorised as having a "Level". They are humans, after all. But, if I were to display how strong they are based on a level. Gendry and Mya would be just above human-like capabilities, thanks to the scrolls and potions Galadriel used on them in order to make them stronger. So, let us say that Clim (From Overlord) is around level 16. Mya and Gendry would be strong than him by a few more levels, like level 25. However, remember, Mya and Gendry are just "faster" and "Stronger" than a regular humans in the world of Westeros. Consider them like super soldiers or sorts.

-Let me add that the dragons (Or Wyverns, whatever.) are linked to Galadriel and would level up as time goes by. Let's say that currently, they are around level 35, and their level will increase as time goes by.

-Also, I am feeling a lot better. I just don't have a taste so far, and small fever. But nothing too worrisome, just nuisances. Thank you all for the kind comments!

-Next chapters are called as follows!

The Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and The False Dragon.

See you all later!