Daenerys hadn't felt anger when she killed Joffrey. Satisfaction, justice and pleasure, pleasure above all when she had brought death to the monster. She hadn't felt anger when she'd killed the Hand of the King. Lord Sebaston had not been planned. She had been praying to Sansa's gods, asking them to keep her safe and allow Daenerys to end the court that had brought her so much pain when he had appeared before her, at a time when she chanced to have her dagger on her person. Then he had sat down, closed his eyes and sealed his fate. None of the others had brought her to anger, except perhaps ser Meryn, the very first.

But now she was angry. She was bringing this court down. Robb Stark hadn't done it. Stannis Baratheon hadn't done it. She had, her blade was cutting the tendons holding this court together, and someone was interfering.

At first she had thought that it had been Cersei, that the coins were an invention to allow her to get rid of her enemies. But then she remembered the way Cersei had reacted when she had found Dany talking with Myrcella, the paranoia in her eyes, the fear. This was not queen acting out of fear and mistrust, not someone who was plotting and scheming to remove her political enemies with cunning and guile. That meant that someone else had put the coins there, someone hoping to frame the Tyrells to widen the rift between the Tyrells and the Lannisters.

Whoever it was was going to die.

This was her mission. She was the one who was going to bring this court down, one murder at a time. She would work her way through the court, Tyrells, Lannisters, courtiers and accomplices, she would kill whomever she had to kill in order to destroy this regime that had imprisoned her, brought down her family and ruined Sansa's life. And it would be her doing. Whoever was using her killings to further their own objectives would die with all the rest.

But who was it? Did they know that she was the one doing the killings, or had they simply stumbled upon the Hand's corpse and acted, as she had acted when she encountered him living? As Daenerys walked the halls of the castle, she looked furtively around. No doubt everyone else thought she was as scared as them, glancing around for fear of an assassin's blade behind every tapestry. She looked in the eyes of everyone who passed, looking for a hint of hidden knowledge, that they knew who she was. But she saw only fear and mistrust, by now a familiar sight in the Red Keep, but nothing to indicate that anyone knew what she had done.

So Daenerys turned to the second matter - finding a way back into Myrcella's garden. Having decided that Cersei was full of paranoia, Daenerys believed that one last strike would break her. Tommen was out of reach, there were never times when he had no eyes upon him. But in her garden, Myrcella was alone, it was possibly the only time she ever was, and so that was where Daenerys would strike.

But so far, Daenerys hadn't found a way in. She had gotten as close as she could to the garden without raising suspicion and started working out the nearest tunnels to her, then at night, she had descended and made her way to that part of the tunnel network. But she had found nothing that led into Myrcella's garden.

A goldcloak ran past her. Then another, and a third. At their passing, others in the halls hunched in around themselves and hurried in the other direction, wanting nothing to do with the goldcloaks and whatever they were doing. But Daenerys was intrigued, and followed.

What she found was an impending clash of arms in the heart of the Red Keep. A detachment of gold cloaks was assembled in a hallway, and opposite them were a clutch of men in Tyrell green, ser Garlan, whose face was a mask of defiance. Daenerys was not alone in watching, several courtiers watched the stand off with baited breath.

The commander of the goldcloaks slammed the butt of his spear into the stone. "You are summoned, ser Garlan, by order of the queen. You will submit to questioning regarding the death of the Hand of the King, or we will take you by force."

"I will submit to any questioning here and now, in this hallway for all to hear."

"I will not ask again, you have been summoned. By order of the queen, you will come with us."

"If the queen has questions I will answer them here, and gladly so, but I will not come with you upjumped street dogs."

"We are the queen's men."

"And I call you the queen's dogs."

The gold cloaks took a step forward, brandishing their spears. "I warn you against provoking us, knight, or have you forgotten that you bear no swords on your belts. You are defenceless."

"And I warn you against judging us, dogs." Garlan and the men around him seemed to grow. Daenerys saw their knees bend slightly, their fists clench. One of them threw his cloak back to free his arms. "We are knights. We may lack swords at this very moment, but you will not find us defenceless. Try and take me at your peril."

Daenerys wanted to stay and watch, but if there was a standoff between the Tyrells and the Queen's men, then all eyes would be on it. She hurried back to her room as fast as she could without drawing attention, back into the tunnels. No one would miss her with blood in the air.

At first she thought she had found her goal. The tunnels led her out into a garden, certainly. A cobblestone path lined with neatly trimmed boxwood hedges winds through the grounds. The path meanders past an array of vibrant flowerbeds, each meticulously arranged to display a seasonal symphony of colors. Roses, tulips, and lavender fill the air with their sweet fragrances, while clusters of wildflowers add a touch of untamed beauty. A garden, for certain, but not Myrcella's. Daenerys had been here plenty of times with Sansa, it was one of the more peaceful places in the Red Keep, and in the evening, the orange sunlight dappled the flowers and trimmed grass.

But no princess.

Daenerys sighed, the blade at her hip heavy and unused. But the hunt will continue. Daenerys would find her target and bring this court down in fire and blood and… tears? She turned, someone was weeping nearby.

Daenerys followed the sound through the garden and found lady Leonette sitting on a bench, her head in her hands and her shoulders shaking. "Lady Leonette?" She looked up, her usually bright eyes red rimmed. Daenerys expected her to give her usual polite smile and stand, but instead she gave a choking laugh.

"Of course, I couldn't even get away from everyone." She wiped her eyes and tried to put her old face back on. "I'm sorry you have to see me like this, lady Daenerys."

Daenerys tried to smile in a reassuring way. "You are not the only one, my lady, these have been dark days for all of us since Joffrey died."

Leonette scoffed. "You don't need to maintain the facade for me, lady Daenerys, neither of us had cause to mourn King Joffrey's death. I suspect everyone but Cersei has silently toasted his killer more than once since he died." She tried to force her face into a more neutral expression. "And now Cersei believes one of my husband's family murdered one of the few sane men left in this wretched keep."

"She really believes it?"

"The gold cloaks were questioning me this afternoon. Their questions were pointier than swords, looking for anything that might implicate him."

"They look to be questioning him next."

She laughed. "My lord husband will give them no rope to hang him with."

"Is that what they seek?" Daenerys wasn't sure what made Leonette speak so openly, but she listened all the same.

"Cersei wants blood. She has always wanted blood. From Lord Stark, to the people she broke on those wheels, blood is what she wants, blood for every slight she has perceived."

The blood is mine to claim, Cersei. I will have yours before this is done.

"Did they hurt you, the goldcloaks?"

Leonette shook her head. "Perhaps Cersei is not so foolish as that. If she hurts the Tyrells and we are found innocent, there will be no rebuilding this alliance. When they were done they sent me back to the Tyrells."

"But, they aren't here, are they?"

She laughed a dainty laugh that brought some of the light back to her eyes. "No, I told the goldcloaks I just needed some air and that I could find my own way back."

"They accepted that?"

"Eventually."

Daenerys smiled with her.

"But I should get back soon." She stood up. "Thank you for speaking with me, lady Daenerys. Hopefully when these dark times have passed, we can speak of brighter things."

Dany nodded and stood up as Leonette started down the path.. She thought of the fury in Garlan's face earlier that day; thought back to how happy the two of them had been at the wedding. 'There will be no rebuilding this alliance.'

"Lady Leonette, one more word if I may."

Leonette turned. "Yes of course, what-" She gasped as Daenerys stabbed her in the stomach. She staggered back, blood seeping into her dress and looking down at her stomach, then the dagger in Daenaerys' hand. She screamed and turned. She tried to run, but Daenerys grabbed her wrist and slashed. Leonette turned, the strike aimed at her throat opening her cheek instead.

"Help!" Leonette cried, but her cry was muted as Daenerys stabbed her again in the stomach. Leonette slapped her and Dany grunted while Leonette pulled away. She blinked away the shock of the slap and the flashing images left behind. Leonette was staggering away, her hands coated in blood from her wounds. Daenerys leapt after her and grabbed her by the hair, wrenching her back and stabbing her in the back. Leonette thrashed, ripping hair from her scalp as she fought to free herself. Daenerys stabbed again, and again, Leonette gasping in pain as the blows drove the air from her lungs. Blood poured from her mouth in spits and coughs. Daenerys seized her, Leonette's struggles were weak now, her gasps and sobs taking what strength remained. Daenerys held her tight and thrust her dagger under Leonette's ribs. The blade scraped against bone, and the crossguard was pressed tight into Leonette's body as she sank to the ground.

Daenerys dipped a finger in the blood leaking from Leonette's mouth and hesitated. Should she draw the tears? If she didn't, the Tyrells would have even more reason to think that this was Cersei's doing, a revenge killing. But then she thought back to the gold coins. No, this kill was hers.

As she pulled her hand back from Leonette's cheek, her victim's snatched up and grabbed hers. The grip was weak, failing. Leonette looked up at Daenerys, blood down her chin and leaking from her cheek and her eyes hurt… betrayed. "Why?" She moaned weakly, here eyes wet with tears. "What did I… even do to you?"

Daenerys looked down at her. "Nothing." She stood up, turned, and walked away, leaving Leonette Fossoway to die. There will be no rebuilding this alliance.

A/N: Emanuele1809: I don't want to tie Cersei's fate down to that prophecy, or that of her children. If she did hear a prophecy in her youth, it was not the same one we know from canon.