"I don't want to leave her." Visenya murmured as she leaned her back against the headboard of her bed, holding a sleeping Helaena in her arms.
"I don't want to leave her either, but we have no choice." Jaime sighed, as he climbed into bed next to her. "We won't be gone long, Senya, I will make sure of that."
"I feel guilty leaving her with Mira." Visenya sighed, running a finger tip gently over her daughter's face.
"Why?" He asked in confusion. "Mira will take excellent care of her, and she won't be alone. Myrcella will be with her as well."
She sighed. "I don't want her to be without a mother, not like I was for the first few years of my life."
"I will make sure nothing happens to either of us." He reassured her, kissing her temple. "We are not leaving her as an orphan...not like how the Stark kids were during the reign of your father and how they are now."
She frowned thinking of the thought that two generations of Starks were considered orphans...that's when a question came into her mind.
She turned her head to look at him. "Where you there that day?"
He frowned. "What day?"
She sighed. "The day my father burned Rickard and Brandon Stark alive."
"I was...why do you ask?" He questioned in confusion.
"I was curious." She admitted before looking back to Helaena. "I can't imagine what it was like for the Starks...even though I physically had nothing to do with it, I wouldn't even wish a death like that on my worst enemies."
"Neither would I." He admitted, looking to Helaena as well.
No sooner the dawn broke the next morning, they began their journey to King's Landing. While Visenya was happy to see Jon again, but worried at what type of deal he made with her sister, she was slightly upset to leave Helaena behind. If Cersei, Daenerys or either of their allies had found out Visenya had a daughter, they'd send assassins after her...and Visenya would never want that.
Deciding it would be faster, they rode to White Harbor before sailing to King's Landing, and while most of the time, many of them drafted a plan in case they were attacked by either Daenerys or Cersei, Visenya fell in deep thought about what it would be like being in close proximity to her sister, and the woman who wanted her dead. Her last meeting with Daenerys, and her last meeting with Cersei didn't go well...at all. And while Daenerys was her sister by blood, Cersei was technically now her sister-by-law...which if she found that out, Visenya's head would surely be placed on a spike, and Helaena would be stabbed to death or her skull would be crushed.
Just like Rhaenys.
Just like Aegon.
She shuddered at the thought of her daughter being murdered by that insane woman...but at the same time, if something were to happen to Visenya, many people would avenge her death.
Most likely, the entire North.
Within a week, they arrived at the docks a few miles away from King's Landing. Visenya, knowing that her sister was going to bring her dragons, also brought her dragons as well. Also knowing that Daenerys would probably enter the meeting on her largest dragon, which in her case would be Drogon, Visenya opted to enter the meeting on her largest dragon, Aegonar, who was not only faster than her sister's dragons, but also larger.
Plus he was prettier as well.
After mounting Aegonar, she urged him to fly, and for a while, she flew above the clouds, not wanting to see King's Landing at all. All she wanted was to fly her dragons, far, far, away from this horrible place that has shown so much death, and caused her family so much pain. While Visenya was circling King's Landing above the clouds, all three parties ventured to the Dragon Pit, where a dais with many chairs set up. Some opted to sit, but others didn't.
Cersei groaned from her seat as she watched Daenerys sit down in hers. Her eyes then transfered to the empty seat next to Olenna.
"Where is she?" Cersei sneered at Olenna.
"Do you honestly think I keep track of her?" Olenna snarked back. "She is a grown woman, she doesn't need someone holding her hand constantly."
"That's not a sufficient answer." Cersei snapped back.
"I am sure she'll be here soon." Tyrion sighed, making Daenerys glare at him, still unaware of the good relationship the two had.
Within a matter of moments, they heard two distinctly different dragon roars, that were totally different from Daenerys's. Seconds later, two dragons appeared from the skies, and similar to Drogon, Aegonar landed on the steps and lowered himself to allow for Visenya to climb off of him. Once her feet were safely on the ground, she gestured for Aegonar to fly off with his sister, which he did, and once he flew away, Visenya started to walk toward the dais.
From her seat, Daenerys noticed that her sister was wearing the same outfit she wore when she came to Dragonstone to speak to her. Her hair was braided intricately, and she noticed how her sister carried herself with such grace, one would assume that she was of royal blood.
Visenya carefully walked over to her seat and sat next down to Olenna, with Jaime and Bronn standing behind her. That's when she noticed that Jon was sitting near Daenerys, as was Davos, as was Theon, Tormund, and most surprisingly, The Hound. Nonetheless, Visenya crossed her right leg over her left, and sat up straight.
"We've been here for sometime." Cersei snarled at her.
Visenya gave her a kind smile, that she knew would agitate the woman. "My apologies."
Visenya then turned to Daenerys, attempting to be civil with her. "It is good to see you again, my dear sister."
Daenerys raised an eyebrow. "I suppose it is."
Visenya closed her eyes and sighed before glancing up to Jaime, who in response put a hand on her shoulder, and from her position, Visenya could see Cersei's eye twitch.
Tyrion, attempting to be the peacemaker between the Three Queens, stood up from his seat, and walked in front of them.
He sighed. "We are all facing a unique..."
"Theon! I have your sister!" Euron Greyjoy yelled towards Theon, who frowned in confusion. "If you don't submit to me here, now...I'll kill her."
Tyrion and Jaime looked to each other in confusion, before shaking their heads. If this was how this meeting was going to go...today was going to be long.
"Here we go...adults acting like children." Olenna murmured with an eyeroll.
"I think we ought to begin with larger concerns." Tyrion began, trying to reason with the man.
"Then why are you talking?" Euron asked with sarcasm as he walked towards Tyrion. "You're the smallest concern here."
"That could've been better." Bronn murmured.
"Do you remember when we discussed dwarf jokes?" Tyrion asked Theon.
Theon nodded. "His wasn't even good."
"He explained it at the end." Tyrion said with a shake of his head. "Never explain. It always ruins it."
"We don't even let your kind live in the Iron Islands, you know?" Euron taunted. "We kill you at birth. An act of mercy for the parents."
"Terrible thing to do." Visenya murmured to Olenna.
"Agreed, my dear." The older woman sighed.
Jaime, having enough of the argument going on, stepped forward.
"Perhaps you ought to sit down." He reasoned.
"Why should I listen to you?" Euron taunted before smirking as he gestured to Visenya. "The only reason you stand by that false Queen is because you're fucking her."
Noticing how his face twisted to anger, and how he was ready to strike the man down, Visenya stood up.
"ȳdra daor pendagon bē hen īlva ȳzaldrīzes. (Don't you fucking dare. Remember our conversation.)" She began, knowing he understood her.
He turned his head around, with a somber look in his eyes. She gave him a slight shake of her head, with a small glare as well, knowing it wasn't wise to kill one of Cersei's allies.
That would mean Helaena and Myrcella would grow up with one less parent.
And neither Visenya nor Jaime wanted that.
Letting out a small sigh, he took a few steps back, and stood next to Visenya, his hand on his sword, in case Euron, or anyone else tried anything.
Euron, then turned back to Tyrion. "Since he doesn't want to play, I'm still not finished with you."
"Sit down or leave." Cersei commanded.
The Mountain, who was guarding Cersei, then stepped forward, and in response, Euron laughed and returned to his seat. Visenya looked to Theon who watched in silence, noticing the fear in the boy's eyes.
Tyrion sighed before continuing. "We are a group of people who do not like one another, as this recent demonstration has shown. We have suffered at each other's hands. We have lost people we love at each other's hands. If all we wanted was more of the same, there would be no need for this gathering. We are entirely capable of waging war against each other without meeting face-to-face."
"So instead, we should settle our differences and live together in harmony for the rest of our days?" Cersei asked in disbelief. "Why would I make peace with a foreign whore who wants to take over the entire kingdom, and a murderous whore who plotted with your former Lady Wife to kill my eldest son."
A look of annoyance came into Visenya's eyes as she glanced to Olenna, who in response nodded, agreeing with what the girl was about to do.
"Oh please." Visenya groaned in annoyance. "Joffrey this, Joffrey that. And what of Tommen? I heard you burned Margaery Tyrell and everyone in the Sept, making the poor boy jump from his own Tower? I guess thanks to you, King's Landing really lived up to its name."
In response to that comment Bronn let out a laugh, and much to everyone's surprise, Euron did as well. He then covered his hands once Qyburn gave him a glare.
"What?" He asked the older man. "I didn't know she was so fiery. I like her."
Cersei turned her head and glared at the man, making everyone stop laughing in that moment, to return to seriousness.
"Good work on that one." Olenna murmured.
Visenya smiled. "You taught me well."
"We all know living in harmony will never happen." Tyrion explained.
"Then why are we all here?" Cersei questioned.
Jon then stood up and walked forward towards Tyrion to explain the situation.
"This isn't about living in harmony. It's just about living. The same thing is coming for all of us. A general you can't negotiate with. An army that doesn't leave corpses behind on the battlefield. Lord Tyrion tells me a million people live in this city. They're about to become a million more soldiers in the Army of the Dead."
"I imagine for most of them it would be an improvement." Cersei sighed.
"This is serious." Visenya countered. "We all wouldn't be here if it weren't."
"I don't think it's serious at all. I think it's another bad joke. If my Hand Qyburn has informed me correctly, you're asking me for a truce."
Daenerys nodded. "Yes, that's all."
Cersei smirked in amusement. "That's all? Pull back my armies and stand down while you go on your monster hunt. Or while you solidify and expand your position. Hard for me to know which it is with my armies pulled back until you return and march on my capital with four times the men."
"Your capital will be safe until the Northern threat is dealt with. You have my word." She tried to reason.
Cersei rolled her eyes. "The word of a would-be usurper."
"Technically speaking, you are the usurper." Visenya explained making all eyes fall on her. "Since you killed both of your sons, and your husband...you have no real right to be Queen...it was a situation of being at the right place at the right time."
Before Cersei could give her a snarky reply, Tyrion stepped forward.
"There is no conversation that will erase the last 50 years." Tyrion explained before gesturing to Sandor. "We have something to show you."
Sandor walked to the center of the dais and placed the crate he was carrying on the ground. He then began to remove the chains and bars on the crate, before opening the lid. From where Visenya was sitting, she noticed how cautious he was, and how tightly he grasped the hilt of his sword. He then kicked the crate over, and no sooner he did, a White Walker then started to charge toward Cersei, letting out a loud screech as it did. Just as the creature reached out towards a horrified Cersei, Sandor pulled the chain that bound the creature and yanked it off it's feet. He then drew his sword and sliced it in half, but surprising to many, both halves of the body still continued to move. The upper half of the body started to crawl toward Sandor, who sliced off a forearm, before Qyburn picked it up to inspect it. Davos then lit a torch and handed it to Jon, who took the arm from Qyburn.
"We can destroy them by burning them." He explained, setting the hand aflame, causing the creature to screech horribly. "And we can destroy them with Dragonglass. If we don't win this fight, then that is the fate of every person in the world."
Jon then stabbed the creature in the heart with his Dragonglass dagger, making the lifeless creature fall to the ground. Everyone sat in disbelief.
"They also can be destroyed by using Valyrian steel. Though those are more rare to come-by." Visenya explained. "The only war that matters is The Great War, and it is here."
"I didn't believe it until I saw them. I saw them all." Daenerys explained looking to her sister.
"How many?" Qyburn asked.
"A hundred thousand, at least." Daenerys sighed.
"Can they swim?" Euron asked inspecting the dead body of the White Walker.
"No." Visenya sighed.
"Good. I'm taking the Iron Fleet back to the Iron Islands." Euron admitted.
Cersei turned around in shock. "What are you talking about."
"I've been around the world. I've seen everything, things you couldn't imagine, and this, this is the only thing I've ever seen that terrifies me." He admitted before walking to Daenerys. "I'm going back to my island. You should go back to yours. When winter's over, we'll be the only ones left alive."
He then walked toward Visenya and smirked. "If you get tired of him, you know where to find me."
Visenya's eyes narrowed in disbelief, and Olenna rolled her eyes at the man's childishness, as he walked out of the Dragonpit.
"He's right to be afraid. And a coward to run. If those things come for us, there will be no kingdoms to rule. Everything we suffered will have been for nothing. Everything we lost will have been for nothing. The crown accepts your truce. Until the dead are defeated, they are the true enemy." Cersei explained. "In return, the King in the North will extend this truce. He will remain in the North where he belongs. He will not take up arms against the Crown. He will not choose sides."
Jon let out a sigh and Visenya frowned.
"Just the King in the North, not me?" She questioned.
"Or me?" Daenerys asked.
Cersei let out a small chuckle. "I would never ask it from either of you. Both of you would never agree to it, and if you did, I would trust you even less than I do now. I ask it only of Ned Stark's son. I know Ned Stark's son."
Visenya smirked, realizing that she didn't know Jon was her and Daenerys's nephew. "Do you now?"
Jon then looked to Davos, Daenerys, and then Visenya.
"I am true to my word." He began. "Or I try to be. That is why I cannot give you what you ask. I cannot serve three queens. I have already pledged myself to House Targaryen."
"And which Queen do you serve?" Cersei asked, but Jon didn't answer, making Visenya's eyes widen in disbelief.
Her sister was manipulating him, and Jon was too blinded by her that he couldn't understand it.
Cersei then stood up from her seat. "Then there is nothing left to discuss. The dead will come North first. Enjoy dealing with them. We will deal with whatever is left of you."
She and her allies then left the Dragonpit, and once they were gone, Visenya stood up from her seat. She immediately turned to Jaime.
"What were you thinking?" She asked in disbelief. "Did you forget the conversation we had before we came here?"
"I didn't forget it, but he had no right to talk to you that way." He countered.
"His comments didn't bother me, what bothered me is his childishness, along with your sister's." She groaned before turning to Olenna. "What're your thoughts?"
"If anything, Tyrion will try to reason with her...perhaps he can talk some sense into her." Olenna pondered.
"I doubt it." Visenya countered. "I don't trust Cersei...at all."
Olenna then gestured to Tyrion who was walking out of the Dragonpit, and heading in the direction of the Red Keep. Her eyes then fell on Jon, Daenerys, and Davos, who were all in an animated conversation.
"While we await for what Tyrion reports back...I need to talk to my nephew...and understand what my sister is promising him." Visenya sighed before walking towards Jon.
Meanwhile
Winterfell
"What is your name?" Sansa asked in disbelief.
Jon Connington gestured to himself. "I am Jon Connington, the former Lord of Griffin's Roost, and was a loyal and trusted advisor to Rhaegar of House Targaryen."
He then gestured to Griff. "Beside me I have his son, Prince Aegon, fifth of his name, heir to the Iron Throne. We are here to speak to his aunt, Queen Visenya."
"We would like to ally ourselves with her and the North, in exchange for help in overthrowing the reign of False Queen Cersei." Griff explained.
Sansa looked to Arya and sighed, knowing Visenya was in for a hell of a surprise when she got back.
A/N:
Shout out to Ian09121995 for some help with this chapter.
As always, let me know if you have any questions, comments, concerns, or ideas.