The Queen's chambers
Sansa takes a seat at the dinner table in Cersei chamber, the queen mother has invited her to eat with her family, seeing not much of choosing Sansa politely as the servants bring in the food for the royals.
Cersei entered with a smile.
"Welcome little doe, thank you for accessing my invite" Cersei spoke, with Sansa nodding back, not like she had much choice, the doors opened as Myrcella and Tommen walked in, Cersei gave them a hug.
"Hi mom" "Mother" Both Tommen and Myrcella greets their mother.
"Is big brother coming?" Tommen asked, Cersei smiled and turned down.
"I'm afraid Joffrey is busy right now" Cersei spoke, which Sansa signed in relief.
"I meant Mychal" Tommen asked as Cersei looked down.
"I'm..not sure he is coming" Cersei spoke but Myrcella took her hand.
"I actually invited him," Myrcella grins, as everyone turns to see Mychal enter the door.
"MYCHAL" Both Myrcella and Tommen cheered, running to him and hugging him.
"Tommen, Myrcella, good to see you" Mychal hugs, lifting them up.
"We don't see you anymore" Myrcella spoke at him but Mychal smiled.
"Forgive me sister but I've been busy lately at Master of Law" Mychal apologised putting them down as Cersei walks to him.
"Son…thank you for coming" Cersei spoke with hesitation as Mychal only nodded to her.
"Welcome my prince" Sansa greets with Mychal slightly smiling at her.
"Good to see you unharmed" Was all Mychal said, taking a seat on the table with his siblings next to him.
Mychael sat in the middle of the table, facing his mother Cersei sat by the window in a grand golden chair. Tommen and Myrcella are at Mychale left and right respectively. Sansa sat on the end near Tommen. Dinner was quiet, the sounds of golden utensils gently tapping or scraping on metal plates.
Cersei took a sip of her wine, gazing at Mychal, However, Myrcella broke the silence,
"When will Joffrey and Sansa be married?" Myrcella asked, wondering about the wedding.
"Soon, darling, when the war is over," Cersei replied calmly.
"Mother says I'll have a new gown for the ceremony and another for the feast," Myrcella told Sansa. "But yours will be ivory since you're the bride."
"She will wear her fur cloaks, part of the north" Mychal spoke to his sister.
"In exchange for gold, bronze, and red," Cersei added, while gazing at Sansa, who was baffled.
"The Princess just spoke to you."
"Pardon, Your Grace," Sansa said, holding back emotions. "I'm sure your dress will be beautiful, Myrcella. I'm counting the days until the fighting is done, and I can pledge my love to the King in sight of the Gods."
Mychal only shakes his head at her, pitying her while eating.
"Is Joffrey going to kill Sansa's brother?" Tommen asked.
The room was engrossed in tension as one adult and two young adults understood the consequences of war.
"He might," Cersei answered, Sansa grabbed her goblet, taking a large sip.
"Would you like that?" Cersei asked, Mychal turned to her with a slight glare.
"No. I don't think so." Tommen shook his head as Mychal smiled.
"We must never take joy in killing little brothers, only kill when you have no choice" Mychal advised Tommen as he turned to Cersei.
Cersei leaned over as if having a secret, "Even if he does, Sansa will do her duty. Won't you, little dove?"
Sansa gazed at Cersei, thinking of her words carefully. Mychal sigh to save the poor girl,
"I'm the oldest and yet Joffrey marries soon. maybe I'll take Varys' role as an eunuch" Mychal spoke with amusement, Tommen and Myrcella chuckled at his antics, receiving an amused scowl from Cersei. In the end, it was a distraction for Sansa. The she-wolf gave a silent thank you to Mychal who nodded.
"How is being a master of law brother?" Myrcella asked, wanting to know why her brother is so busy.
"Difficult, while Uncle removed Ser Jano as commander of the city watch, his replacement is competed enough, however he fails to understand the more complex issues" Mychal spoke, recalling Tyrion hand in removing Jano from the commanding the city watch, Mychal was going to promote a Decepticon in the city watch ranks but Tyrion gave the position to his sellsword friend Bronn.
While Bronn is competing to lead the city watch he doesn't have the skill to manage the admirations that come with the role, while Jano is corrupt he is n't a fool. He knows how to write and is willing to write reports about the actions and the needs of the city watch.
But Bronn doesn't seem to care about the cost of the city watch or reporting the crimes and actions of the watch, lucky the Decepticons within the watch have picked up the slack in the reporting while Bronn leads the men.
"Should we replace him?" Cersei asked, seeing something she can take down her dwarf brother, now hand of the king.
"No point, he leads well and maintains his position, nothing else, but the refugees are slowly overwhelming us, limit on housing is becoming an issue, soon so would food" Mychal warns, seeing the side of war of people flee to safer places.
While the Decepticons are doing what they can, soon it will be too much even for them.
"There is pressure on this city, it won't stop until it bursts" Mychal warns, looking out in the city of Kings landing, knowing the longer the war lasts the more issues start to grow against the city.
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Hand of the King's Chambers
Tyrion grabs the jug of wine, ready for his next meeting with his nephew, who is also the master of Law. After speaking to every member of the small council with his plans for Princess Myrcella, completely separate plans in order to tell Cersei any secrets he might say.
Tyrion walks around the table until he hears a knock.
"Your nephew" Tyrion hears, opening the door Tyrion sees his nephew Mychal and his own maeister Garth Flowers.
"Mychal, so glad you came" Tyrion greets him as Mychal nods.
"What seems to be the problem uncle?" Mychal asked as Tyrion took a glass.
"Can't an uncle share a drink with his favourite nephew" Tyrion asked, offering a glass while Mychal smirked.
"Tommen is too young to drink" Mychal states, getting a chuckle from Tyrion, while looking at Garth.
"Why not, I started drinking at his age" Tyrion takes a sip while looking at Garth.
"Garth is presenting me with a siege weapon design for the wall" Mychal states which Tyrion looks interested in.
"Oh, good very good, after this you and I could chat about it over wine" Tyrion offers but Garth shakes his head.
"Wine affects the mind, I'll wait outside" Garth states, grabbing his paper leaving the room.
"Not very social is he" Tyrion points out, offering a cup to Mychal
"Garth would only have proper debates then drunks rants" Mychal states taking the glass as Tyrion offers a seat.
"I'm proud to see you help us nephew, such time needs to be with family" Tyrion spoke, sitting in with his nephew.
"But such times are needed to keep our family safe" Tyrion said, looking at his nephew.
"Of course, family is important," Mychal agrees with him.
"And to keep our family safe we must protect them, even send them away" Tyrion spoke which got Mychal attention.
"Who do you plan to send?" Mychal asked with a light glare.
"Your sister to Casterly Rock" Tyrion spoke with a raised eyebrow.
"Only her, you're not telling the Queen" Mychal states with Tyrion noticing he is not calling the Queen his mother.
"These are hard times Mychal, and your mother is already stressed enough with your brother, it is best for both you sister and her as well" Tyrion explains to him, seeing Mychal frown when mentioning his mother.
"But the Queen mustn't know," Tyrion recalls, seeing he rather not call mother in front of him, but reminds him like he told the other of the small council.
"Do I seem to care what the Queen knows or not, I care not for her only Mycella and Tommen, why not send both" Mychal states with a frown, all for sending his young siblings to safety but why only Mycella.
"I think we both know there is a worse fate for your sister than your brother" Tyrion spoke gravely as Mychal glared at him with a tight fist.
"If anyone even touches my young siblings, they will face my wrath" Mychal swore as Tyrion nodded.
"Then we are in agreement, but remember the queen mustn't know" Tyrion reminded Mychal raised an eyebrow.
"You believe I tell all my secrets to the queen" Mychal asked as Tyrion sills his wine.
"Just reminding you nephew" Tyrion said as Mychal stood up taking his leave.
"I thank you for reminding me, good day uncle" Mychal said, leaving the hand of the king to his word as he walked down the hall with Garth beside him.
"Discussing your family my lord" Garth asked him with a whisper, Mychal nods as he walks in front of him with his hands behind his back, Garth sees him making hand signs behind his back.
"Uncle spoke of sending my sister to Casterly Rock" Mychal signs behind his back to Garth.
"Wrong…..Maester Pycelle ... .Dorne" Garth spoke behind him, making Mychal narrow his eyes.
"He told the Grand Maester where he was sending my sister?" Mychal asked with his signs.
"Yes…..told me…..and Queen" Garth spoke with a whisper as Mychal glared down the line, before turning to Garth.
"Send Edward to this" Mychal orders his Maester, knowing Tyrion is playing the game of thrones but spreading false information to him and Pycella, what else is he hiding.
"Should we shadow him too" Garth asked but Mychal thinks for a second.
"No…in fact let's help him" Mychal states, knowing he can take advantage of this as well.
"Lord Mychal! Lord Mychal" A Decepticon runs to him with a message, Mychal takes it with a nod.
"Well this is interesting" Mychal shows the message to Garth.
"You have more messages just like them" Garth states as Mychal thinks about the message with the direwolf on it.
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"You monster!" the words Cersei greeted Tyrion with as he entered the room.
"Myrcella is my only daughter. Do you really think I'll let you sell her like a common whore" Cersei screeched at him.
"Myrcella is a princess," Tyrion replied. "Some would say she was born for this."
"To Vale! Iron Islands! Dorne! Who is paying you to ship my daughter like I was shipped off to Robert Baratheon!" Cersei retorted in anger.
Tyrion resisted the urge to frown as Cersei did expose Pycelle, Varys and LittleFinger.
"Those are the choices for her, war will soon come to King's Landing, and out of all of them Dorne is the safest place for her." Tyrion explains.
"Are you mad? The Martell family loathes us!" Cersei angrily replied.
"That's why we need to seduce them, we need their support in the war your son started" Tyrion countered.
"She'll be a hostage."
"A guest."
"You won't get away with this," Cersei growled.
"You speak as though I'm plotting her demise," Tyrion remarked. "It's getting more dangerous for her in the city and it would be better for her to leave this place."
"No, it's not!" Cersei yelled in distress. "They hate us for what happened in the past, why wouldn't they harm her in revenge?!"
"Because if they harm her, they will not only gain our wrath, they will gain the Decepticons wrath as well," Tyrion explained, knowing Mychal has Decepticons in Dorne led by Darkstar.
"If they harm her, they will only be making enemies of the realm. They will not risk harming Myrcella, or allowing her to be harmed."
Cersei didn't answer right away as she sagged into a chair and brought her hands to her face in depression.
"…Get out. Just get out."
Tyrion watched her for a second in pity before he turned and left the room, Tyrion takes a deep breath as he thinks of a plan with the information he learned from Cersei.
"You alright Lord Hand?" Tyrion turns to see the two Decepticons, the mute but loyal Edward Snow and his voice Glen with a shadow cat Ravager.
"Oh I'm fine young Decepticons, just a lot on my mind" Tyrion spoke, Edward put a few hand signs to Glen which Tyrion doesn't understand.
"You right the queen never run's here after talking to the king" Glen spoke out which Tyrion looks on.
"Talk to the king? the Queen spoke to King Joffrey?" Tyrion asked them, Edward nodded as he handed signs to Tyrion.
"The Queen left the King chambers after hearing him talk to Varys and little pecker" Glen translated to him, Tyrion nodded to them as he thought about this while looking at the shadow cat.
"I never did hear how to tame such a beast?" Tyrion asked, the Shadow cat yawls look at the dwarf.
"Edward found Ravager as a cub abandoned in the woods, Edward raised him as his own" Glen translated Edwards hand signs while he pet the large predator purring like a house pet.
"May I?" Tyrion asked with his hand out, Glen smiled as Tyrion slowly started to pet the large shadow cat.
"I guess I can cross petting a shadow cat off my to die list" Tyrion jokes while petting the shadow cat, Edward signs a few more as Glen laughs.
"Edward said you should get a lion for a pet, scare you father" Glen smiled as did Tyrion.
"I ride it to battle and sit on it in front of my father, that would be a good time for me" Tyrion chuckles at that as he looks at the two.
"Are you two interested in some wine?" Tyrion asked them .
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Tyrion sat on a bench deep in thought. Despite the dislike between himself and Cersei, he did feel sympathy for what she was going through.
His thoughts were interrupted by footsteps and he turned to see Baelish storming towards him.
"I don't appreciate being made a fool of, dwarf!" Baelish stated in anger.
"Really? That's a surprise" Tyrion replied with a smirk, Baelish's eyes blazing.
"Have I really upset you so?" Baelish asked.
"If Myrcella marries the Martell boy, she can't very well marry Robert Arryn, can she?"
"No, I'm afraid not. Sorry about that," Tyrion spoke,
"And Harrenhall? I suppose that's off the table as well?" Baelish asked.
"Yes, I fear so. Sorry about that too," Tyrion spoke, not feeling sorry for him at all.
"Leave me out of your next deception," Baelish demanded.
"Oh, that's such a pity. You were to be the centrepiece of my next deception, if you learn to stay in line" Tyrion replied, causing Baelish to blink in confusion.
"What did you promise Little pecker?" Tyrion spoke with a light grin of amusement while Baelish tried to smile.
"I never told the queen, but I felt the need for the king to be aware of his sister's marriage" Baelish points out, he never promise in telling the king about Tyrion's deal.
"Fair enough but right now my brother, Jamie, rots in Stark's hands, I would see him released, that's where you come in." Tyrion said to him.
"Robb Stark would never release the Kingslayer," Baelish retorted.
"No... but Catelyn Stark might, how would you like to see your beloved 'Cat' again?" Tyrion revealed, Tyrion is aware of a few things thanks to his friendship with a few Decepticons, knowing who really told the queen as he readies himself with Bronn to arrest Grandmaester Pycelle.
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Castle Pyke, Iron Islands
Marron Greyjoy grins with his siblings Theon and Yara as they drink from his collection of wine he stole as they drink on top of a map table.
"So when I was in the Narrow sea, sailing in my smaller boat, with food, gold and other fancy stuff for Bravos, calling anyone like a whore offering free pussy, when these pirates sailed to us, I let myself be captured" Marron grins telling the story.
"You lie" Yara calls out, Theon listing in.
"No it true, I told them I was a fancy lord from the red keep and the king would offer there weigh in gold for me, after they captured me I sweet talked a few pirates, telling them they get a little extra for a bit more, they started talking and betting, then I started talking shit about one man stealing another wife or daughter I don't remember, turns out I was right which cause the crew to kill one another until I cut myself free to take over the ship" Marron finish his story with a laugh as his siblings all laugh with him.
"At least one of us is living the ironborn way" Yara spoke looking at Theon, he frowns.
"What's that supposed to mean, I'm an ironborn" Theon spoke, but Yara gave an amusing smile.
"Yeah falling for me and touching me" Yara teases him, Theon gets mad but Marron looks disgusted.
"Touching? of no Theon you touch Yara?! what the fucks wrong with you?!" Marron asked with his tongue out in repulsion.
"She lied and deceived me! In a rather foul manner, she a bitch!" Theon growled back in defence.
"It's not my fault you didn't recognize me," Yara retorted.
"Forgive me for not recognizing a girl I had not seen in nine years at first sight," Theon said, sarcastically.
"It's been nine years since I last saw you as well, but I still recognized you," Yara replied, Marron grins.
"I recognise those little eyes of yours, it is so cute when you fight for toys and you beg me with your eyes all teary up" Marron spoke remembering his siblings are younger.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Theon asked,
"I wanted to see who you were first," Yara answered before letting out a harsh chuckle, "and I did."
"Oh calm down you two, being an iron born sucks anyway" Marron spoke off handedly.
It was then that Balon entered the room with two guards following, seeing his children drinking together.
This would warm his heart if he notices what Marron is drinking!
"Is that my WINE!?" Balon calls out, seeing Marron drink his wine!
"Yes it is, shame on you for keeping such good wine" Marron spoke with a grin as Balon growled.
"The plans are made. It's time you heard them," Balon announced before walking over to a map on the table and began to gesture as he took the bottle from Marron.
"The wolf pup has marched his armies south, and is too busy fighting. The North is ripe for the taking." Balon states, Theon blinked as he realised what his father was planning. while Marron laughs.
"The fucken North? hahahaha why the north? there nothing there, no gold, no sexy woman or anything, just snow and shit
"Lord Gorold Goodbrother's sons, the triplets Greydon, Gormond, and Gran, shall lead the attack on these villages" Balon revealed. "We shall secure the Neck and prevent the wolf pup from trying to aid the Northlands. Yara, my daughter, you'll take thirty ships to attack Deepwood Motte."
"I've always wanted a castle," Yara grinned but Marron snorted.
"Father, this whole plan is foolishness," Theon said in desperation. "If you attack the North, Robb will turn his gaze to the Iron Islands and.."
"What are our words?" Balon interrupted. "Our words?"
"...We steal your shit." Marron answered with a grin, Balon glared at his son.
"We do not sow! We are Ironborn. We're not subjects, we're not slaves, and we do not plow the field or toil in the mine. We take what is ours," Balon spoke, glaring at both his sons.
"Your time with the wolves and made you both weak." Balon calls them out.
Theon stared at his father in shock while Marron looked mad.
"We take what's ours? What a fucking joke, We do not sow? no were too stupid to plow the fields, we kidnapped weaklings to do all the manual labor, were too stupid to trade so we steal, and remember your first rebellion? attacking unprotect ports and empty castles like a coward, remember when against a real man we are losers, remember that father? against a real man you caved like one of Robert's whores" Marron insults his father.
Balon's eyes began to darken at Marron's words while a hint of fear appeared in Yara's and Theon. Marron knew he was angering his father, but he did not care. He was tired of his father's bullshit.
"Are you too stupid to repeat history, anyone is a better king then you, by the drowned god's dick I bet uncle fuckin Euron would make a better king then you" Marron spoke out, Balon snapping in rage pulling out a dagger to stab his son to the shock of every one.
But not Marron he jumps up, grabbing the dagger and pushing Balon down, pulling the dagger out of his hand and his own as Balon stumbles back.
"I come home after so long, to see nothing has changed, you still a dumb fuck thinking he can pay the iron price, your reason the rebellion failed and why Rodrik is died" Marron spoke in rage holding his dagger.
"This is mine now, iron price bitch" Marron holds a dagger to him.
Balon stared for another moment before simply turning and walking towards the exit.
"What nothing to say?! fuck you dad, fuck you" Marron yelled after his father.
Balon paused for a second before he continued and left the room. Theon stared after his father as Yara walked up to Marron.
"What are you doing Marron? you have our father bow" Yara asked with venom in her voice.
"Our father will lead you to ruin, dear sister, make your own choice" Marron replied with equal venom and turned to Theon.
"Make your choice, brother" Marron spoke after a moment of silence as he turned to see a few people enter.
"What the fuck? Marron!" A lord walks which Marron recognizes as Harras Harlaw, known as the Knight, is the head of House Harlaw of Grey Garden and the knight of Grey Garden.
"Harry! You cheeky fuck! How is your life!" Marron greets with vigour to a shock Lord Harlaw.
"You're alive?! How?" Harras asked but Marron grins.
"What is dead may never die and shit" Marron spoke as he wrapped his hand around his shoulder.
"Soooo I hear you attacking the north, want to do something actually worth something?" Marron spoke as he talked to one of the lords of the most powerful houses in the iron islands.
"What do you have in mind?" Harras asked, seeing Marron grin.
"Oh nothing, just a revenge against the man that smashed our whole fleet, Stannis Baratheon" Marron spoke with an evil grin as he talked to not just him but others wanting a bone to pick with the Baratheon.
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Stormlands, Tourney of Renly Baratheon.
Ulfric Stormcloak watched with his Decepticon Stormcloaks watch Lora get beaten by another knight, they have just arrived to see Lora Tyrell get beaten.
Ulfric Stromcloak remembers the Barantheon house, he remembers growing up in their halls under the Lord of Storm lands. He was there when Stannis declared his support for his brother and got siege but the Tyrell for mouths.
Ulfric remembers the mocking from the Tyrell's and their armies, all feasting in front of them while he and others starved, time Ulfric was tempted to start shooting arrows down there.
He watched as Renly, the young boy that once ran through the halls of Storm's End, now in the arms of Reach, married into them. Even since Renly left his home for King's landing he has been doing nothing but hosting balls and parties with his friends from the reach.
He smirk seeing Catelyn Stark talk down to that flower boy Loras, let's see him in a real battle. Not this tournament when Tyrell pays him the best armor and weapons. Ulfric wouldn't be surprised if Tyrell paid for his completion, remembering Lord Mychal always beats him in melee.
"You almost look like a young Robert" Ulfric calls out, getting attention to him and his Decepticon Stormcloaks.
"Ulfric? how wonderful to see you" Renly greets him, Ulfric being his steward in his place for Storm Ends, but frowns seeing the Decepticon symbol on his chest with a stormcloud behind it.
"Good to see you as well my lord" Ulfric spoke with some respect, as Brienne of Tarth held her sword.
"It's king, and you should kneel" Brienne spoke but Ulfric glares at her.
"I will call him king when he claims the throne, not before" Ulfric states to her, Loras was about to join her but Renly stops them.
"No need for that, Ulfric words hold truth and I will prove them to be true once I take the throne" Renly calls out, getting more cheers from everyone as Ulfric frowns.
"Your brother has agreed to the meeting, it would do you good to agree to them" Ulfric spoke, after sending a message to Stannis to meet up with Renly and hope to unite the House of Baratheon.
"Of course, thank you Ulfric for setting up a meeting with my brother" Renly spoke but noticed Ulfric frown, as he stared at Margaery Tyrell.
"What is wrong, old friend" Renly asked him, Ulfric shakes his head.
"Forgive me but I do not approve of your marriage with the Tyrell" Ulfric glares at the Tyrell and Loras pulls out his sword.
"How dare you" Loras calls out, seeing the Decepticon glare at him and his sister.
"Now Loras, I'm sure he didn't mean it" Renly tries to calm things down but Ulfric isn't having it.
"I do your 'grace'" Ulfric mocking his title and glaring at the son of the man who starved him.
"I remember you fat head father stuffing his face in the siege of Storm end, laughing at us as we could to nothing but starve watching you Reachmen eat you fill, you ever eat rats boy" Ulfric steps forward glaring at Loras who steps back before he turns to Renly.
"You were too young to remember the pain this men have cause, too young to remember what we have all that to endure, and to see you with this same men who happily watch us starve instead of killing us with a sword, I'd be on my way" Ulfric calls out to Renly, as he walks away from him and the Reachmen as they move out of his way.
Ulfric joined the Decepticon for the only Baratheon to stand for them, despite being in charge of the capital none of the Baratheon have helped the Storm lands much.
Not King Robert drinking and feasting, not Stannis with his duties to Dragonstone and certainly no Renly, not the only one to help them is Mychal Baratheon if rumors are true then only trueborn male Baratheon left.
Ulfric will see the Baratheon brothers get there shit together and unit against their true enemy
For both Stormland and the house of Baratheon sake.