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Chapter 19: A Betrayal for Love

Hope you all enjoy! Had most of this one written fir a while hence an earlier one. That and the dissertation is done except fir referencing and boring shite like that. Though it will be a week until the next one while I get all that done in one go.

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Jon Connington

The March to the Outskirts of King's Landing and the King's road, where they were to meet with Daenerys, was a glorious thing to see. Aegon in all of his finery at the head of the armies of the Golden Company, Dorne and most of the Reach. Targaryen banners were flying proudly above it all. And Rhaegar's son would soon be restored to his rightful place. The Lannisters would soon die and the Realm would see its true monarch. Jon had never been prouder of the man he had raised. Aegon spoke well with all of his Lords and Ladies, playing the courtly game well for someone has lived far from it. He was able to keep peace between the armies from two kingdoms with old enmities and a company that had a poor history with the realm. He fought well with the Lords. And had proven himself a good commander both in taking Storm's End and killing mace Tyrell. Rhaegar would be proud.I hope I have done you justice by your son Rhaegar.

He was a true King. There was only one thing that annoyed him about Aegon as Jon watched him laugh animatedly with the Princess Arianne on horseback. The two had been nigh inseparable since her arrival with the Dornish forces. The Dornish woman had gained his attention from the start. Her sultry appearance with lightly fitting dresses, her Dornish drawl and her wits had charmed Aegon. Even after the declaration of a marriage between Daenerys and him, the two hadn't separated. If anything, the Princess Arianne had stayed with him even more. It wasn't uncommon for a King to have a mistress, or the Dornish to have paramours, but he doubted the Mother of Dragons would approve if Aegon decided to restore the old Targaryen tradition of having two wives.

Something to discuss with Varys Perhaps.Jon mused as they started to camp on the King's road, beginning the siege preparations for the capital.

Daenerys

Viserion's death had truly hurt. She hadn't felt pain for loss for a long time. Not truly since Rhaego and Drogo. Seeing her child turn on her and continue to even after Euron had burnt had been almost unbearable. Seeing him fall into the ocean to sink was a despairing sight. No Dragon had deserved that fate, falling to the depths of the ocean away from the skies. No child of hers had done that. Grief at her child's death had only turned to anger. Daenerys had every last one of Euron's pirates thrown onto a ship and burnt alive by Drogon and Rhaegal. Rats like that deserved worse for daring to harm her child. For their master to dare think he can tame a dragon, and to kill another with fire. Fire cannot kill a dragon.

And I am a dragon.Daenerys thought to herself proudly as she rode with her armies to meet with her nephew and future husband. He would know and see that as she marched to join his forces for the taking of King's Landing. She had sailed from Dragon Stone with 20,000 men and had lost 12,000 to Euron's attack and half of her fleet. But that did not matter. Some of Euron's ships, including the silence to Victarion's joy, had been commandeered. Daenerys was able to join up with her khalasar that had blocked the Lannisters and the other half of the Unsullied and Freed men who had taken the rock, making her force 80,000 strong. An army fit for the dragon. Jorah had told her of his successes in harrying Lannister lines with the Dothraki, routing and breaking forces that were to head for the capital. And the Unsullied and Freed men had followed Tyrion's plan, taking the Rock.

But to hers and Tyrion's ere, not the first. The Northmen had found the same passage according to the reports, slaughtering most of the guards left and stealing as much as they could carry in gold and supplies.The North Remembershad been written in blood across the walls and banners inside the Great Castle. Tyrion had been furious that his seat of power had been desecrated in such a way, to be humiliated like that by the Northmen. He had been especially wroth at the removal of all the golden armour of long dead Lannisters."A spit in the face of House Lannister."

He may hate his family but he is clearly still a Lannister.Daenerys had seen by his attitude towards the affront. It was an affront to her as well, for taking the gold that was rightfully hers.A recompense for usurping.But the Northmen had taken that right from her as well.The Usurpers have never stopped causing me problems.It would not matter in the long term. They would be bend or burn. Approaching the siege showed her"nephew"had an impressive force, blocking the city from having any help from the outside.

"It's a strong army Khaleesi." Jorah pointed out.

"It is. An excellent addition to my forces." Daenerys agreed with her loyal knight.My betrothed had best remember that fact.

"Our armies will be more than enough to take the capital from my bitch sister. It will be quick" Tyrion said with a mix of happiness and forcefulness.

"True, but a siege always does more damage to the invading army, especially if we rush it. There is both the city and the fortress to take." Jorah countered to her hand.

Tyrion scowled slightly, clearly not liking being counselled on battle tactics.

"The sight of my dragons circling the city will ensure us an even quicker. What forces your siblings have will bend at their sight." Daenerys said confidently.What is a lion to a dragon? Only another sheep.

Tyrion nodded as he took a sip from his wine flask "Of course your grace. I think it best that we discuss how to approach the oncoming meeting with Prince Aegon and his forces."

Daenerys sighed at that. "Is it not a simple matter of them bending the knee to me? I am their Queen. Should they not be the ones making sure they approach me correctly?"

"A fair point Your Grace but you must be seen as the healer of the realm.Approachable.The one that will end the chaos the realm has fallen into. You can't just be powerful; you must recognise their woes andgrievancesand be able to solve them."

"What grievances could the Lords have?" Daenerys asked hotly.

Tyrion snorted. "Many Your Grace. Even with Dragons the Lords will still air their grievances. Once the city is taken, you'll have the Reach to deal with first. There are many tensions there."

Daenerys looked coldly at her hand. "You mean the grievance caused by Aegon for killing Mace Tyrell in battle? Where half of the Reach abandoned the Tyrells at the beginning of the Battle in favour of him and refused my call and that of the liege lord Willas?"

Tyrion nodded. "It is a solution that needs fixing, regardless of the cause. The Reach has turned into factions between the Tyrell supporters and those behind House Tarly. As the Queen you will need to handle that. Both sides have fair grievances that are unlikely to resolved with a simple verdict."

An issue that I should not have to deal with.

"Those grievance can wait until our Queen is returned to her seat." Jorah stated simply.

Daenerys smiled at Jorah's words.He understands

"Ser Jorah is right. This is something that should be dealt with when all of my Kingdoms are back under control." Daenerys decided.

Tyrion was wise enough to shut up, turning his attention back to the wine.

"Your Grace! Prince Aegon and his party have arrived to meet with you!" Loras Tyrell shouted as he rode towards them.

Daenerys gave an almost displeased smile.Let me see my future betrothed. If I am lucky my dragons will burn him alive, showing he is no true dragon.Daenerys winced slightly as her own thoughts sent pain towards a mark on her back.

Her future husband had the Valyrian look. Daenerys could see that much in his ethereal appearance, standing out among his advisors on the field. The Prince Aegon had a slender figure, sharp cheek bone, white hair and light violet eyes. He looked vaguely liked Viserys in a certain light. Though with a lot less of the madness by his composure. Tyrion and the Dornish had been right to say that he had the Targaryen look. That annoyed Daenerys.They already think him a true dragon.

Daenerys stood proudly with her own advisors as they approached her.They will come to me for I am the Queen by Right.

Her husband strode over to her confidently with his advisors. He lowered himself slightly and took her hand, giving it a gentle kiss before returning upright.

"It is an honour to meet you my Queen. It is so good to be with a fellow Targaryen. And such a beautiful one. Ser Barristan's words do not do my betrothed justice."

Daenerys smiled faintly before Tyrion could give a withering look. "Thank you Prince Aegon. Your words are very kind. A good sign for our betrothal and House Targaryen."

Aegon seemed to like the words as he smiled at her. "I couldn't agree more my Queen. And it will be all the better once we regain the capital."

"Yes, a true start tomyreign." Daenerys said as she stared intensely at her nephew.

Her betrothed's smile faltered for a moment, as did some of his advisors. She noticed some were staring uncomfortably at the Dothraki and Unsullied commanders she had brought. Others were staring at Loras Tyrell. And a bald man was staring directly at her. There was an air of displeasure surrounding them all.I'm sure that will end soon.

"I would also like to offer my condolences as well Your Grace. We were all saddened to hear about what Euron had done to Viserion."

Daenerys lost her smile.Who betrayed me and informed them?

"I thank you for that. All you need know as that my child was avenged with fire and blood."

Daenerys said the words with force. They were her words.Words of the Dragon.

There was a moment of silence before an almighty roar came from above as her dragons began to descend. The advisors in Aegon's court looked nervous.

"Would you like to see my dragons Prince Aegon?" Daenerys asked. A true smile coming to her face now.

The Dragons landed near them on the field. It made a grand sound as the earth shook.

Aegon held his nerves to her chagrin. "I would be honoured to meet them Your Grace."

Their two groups walked together behind them as they looked at her children. The symbol of her reign as rightful monarch. The Queen of the throne.

Drogon was looking particularly powerful today as he stood beside Rhaegal. He looked at Aegon viciously. Rhaegal was sniffing. Daenerys was smiling.Do my children sense him as a usurper? A fake? A mummer's Dragon? I hope so.

Aegon turned to her as they stood before them. His face was awestruck. "May I ask which is which Your Grace?"

Daenerys nodded as her lips curved more. "Drogon is the black scaled dragon, I'm his rider. The Green is Rhaegal. You may get nearer if you like.You are the blood of the dragon."

And you will burn if not.

Aegon nodded and strode confidently towards the two, specifically at Rhaegal. Drogon was staring hatefully at him. Rhaegal was sniffing, eyeing up the prince. She could see some smoke coming from his mouth. Aegon had made his way to stand directly in front of Rhaegal. He stood firmly as he put his hand out to the dragon. Daenerys could feel the tension of Aegon's advisors as they watched. Daenerys was waiting for Rhaegal to prove him to not be a dragon.

Then to her horror, Rhaegal lowered his head, allowing the Prince to touch him.No.The Prince touched his snout. The Dragon let him keep his hand there for a moment, before lowering his neck further. Aegon took that as a sign, making his way onto the Dragon's back.He is not a dragon. You will fly up and throw him off, show he is not worthy.

Then she heard him say a single word in High Valyrian. "Fly!"

And Rhaegal did it, flying into the air and circling for a few moments. She heard the cheers of Aegon's advisors as Aegon made his spectacle around them. Cheers for the son of Rhaegar. Daenerys wanted to scream.He steals my child!

"I suppose it is fitting, the son of Rhaegal riding his father's namesake."Someone whispered into her ear.

She wanted to kill whoever had, but couldn't see who in the crowd.A usurper.

Aegon finally landed Rhaegal next to Drogon, disembarking proudly. There were cheers among the crowd still. He made his way over to her and kissed her cheek before addressing everyone.

"I thank you my Queen! You've given me back a piece of my Father! And House Targaryen restored to her glory, I promise you that!

His words were met with more cheers. Daenerys did her best to hide her displeasure. She was surrounded by usurpers who wanted her throne.And my child I loved has betrayed me for one of them.Daenerys thought angrily as she remembered Quaith's warning as the burn mark on her back seared.

Jamie

The Defence of King's Landing was proving to be impossible as Jamie watched his men getting slaughtered by the armies of House Targaryen as dragons circled them. He was glad that they hadn't decided to join in with fire and blood. Not that House Targaryen needed it. The city was being overrun by Reach men, the Dornish, the Golden Company, Unsullied, Dothraki and gods only knew what else. His defence of the city walls and the gates would only hold for so long, for all that he'd seen his men fell as many of the enemy as possible. There weren't enough arrows to volley, not enough hot oil to drop, and 20,000 men was not enough to hold back over 100,000 permanently.

That was why Jamie had ordered a retreat as soon as he had seen a larger number of soldiers hit the gates. 2000 had been left behind to cover their escape to the Red Keep, with Gregor Clegane, or Robert Strong as Cersei called him, at their head. That monster of Qyburn's would keep them at bay long enough to make a suitable defence in the keep. It would give him the time to treat. Jamie hoped that would be possible anyway as he listened to the screams echoing in the city as he rode his forces into the keep. The only place he imagined where they would not try to burn. Where the throne was. He'd lost half of his army.This is a mess. A hopeless mess.

Jamie had wanted to treat from the beginning. Make peace with Aegon or Daenerys, whichever one that would come to their doors. But no, Cersei had not allowed that. And he couldn't do anything about it while that monster dogged her steps. She had instead called the banners of the Westerlands, all they had left. Most of what was left of their forces hadn't even made it to the capital. Felled by Dothraki and Unsullied. Daven had been a part of that host.Another family member lost.The Westerlands had burnt under them and the Rock had been taken twice. It meant they had even less to rely on. A quarter of their army in this defence were city folk, forced into the fight by the Queen. He'd seen a number of those die quickly on the walls, despite his efforts to have them placed with properly trained forces.It doesn't matter anyway if we can't treat.

Jamie made his way to the throne room as quickly as possible to Cersei with Marbrand and some men. They were to stay outside. As he entered, Jamie saw his twin sitting on the throne. The only place she would be. He could see her face. It looked smug.Even with the armies of realms upon us you look smug.

She beckoned him to come up the stairs. Jamie walked slowly.

"Have the armies of the Dragon Whore and the pretender made their way into the city Jamie?" she asked.

There was no worry in her voice. No fear. Only confidence.

"They are. I've left Clegane to hold them back in the city." Jamie replied.

Cersei's lips curved into a smile. "I see you finally see the value in him."

"He will give us time so we can surrender and save more men." Jamie said firmly, stepping closer to the throne.

Cersei's smile didn't leave. "And why we surrender when I have them where I want them?"

Jamie's grim face turned darker. Seeing a smile that he had once loved for what it truly was.Toxic.

Cersei stood from the throne. Ever so close to him. "Have you not figured it out Ser Jamie? Now that our forces are safe and they think us running we will burn them with the substance. Then we will clean up the ashes."

Jamie sighed for a moment. Cersei seemed to think it was because he hadn't figured out what she had planned. He'd known since he had seen what she had done to the Sept.Is this my fate every time in this city?

He feigned a smile. "I've always been a bit slow haven't I dear sister?"

Cersei placed herself every closer, pushing her figure towards him. "You have, but I've always been there to help you. Ever since your hand grabbed my ankle at birth, following me into this world."

Jamie could smell the wine on her breath. He held his smile, placing his only real hand to her face. He then kissed her as he once did. One last one for her as he moved his hand down to her neck and put pressure on. It was too late for her to realise what he'd done, attempting a scream that met no ears but his own. And that ended as her eyes started to glaze and her body went limp. He kept his hold as he gently placed her body onto the throne. There were tears in Jamie's eyes as he looked at his sister before informing Marbrand to wave white flags for a surrender, only to return back to his sister's side.

A King slayer, A Queen Slayer and a Kin Slayer. Nobody in this world will understand that. Only Brienne. I hope she knows that I have kept my oaths as a knight in the end.

Tyrion

The taking of King's Landing was a bloody one as Tyrion rode with Daenerys and Aegon through the city. Flanked by a mix of Dothraki blood riders, Tyrells It hadn't taken them long to get over the walls and into the city. The Lannister men left at the city gates had put up a good fight, with Clegane he presumed putting up the greatest fight, felling more men than any of the host he had been given. He'd even felled Loras Tyrell, who'd somehow ended up fighting him alone for a time. The true fight worth watching was the Mountain that rides fighting the Dornish. Tyrion had seen from a safe distance the brutality and ferocity of both sides in that moment. Spears had clashed angrily into him.

"For Elia!"

"For Oberyn!"

He'd heard their names so many times until the Sand Snakes and Lord Dayne stepped into the fight.

They had been the ones to defeat him, with Dayne using Dawn to cut a leg off and the sand snakes spearing everywhere else. He'd never seen more blood flow out of a man, and never so sickly looking either. Like poison. Tyrion didn't care about that though. It had been an excellent sight to see the man who had almost condemned him to death get brutally speared and stabbed to death. With only Ellaria Sand and Obara falling with the other nameless warriors and Loras Tyrell.

A telling for the ages. But I'm sure Cersei's will be better.Tyrion thought almost giddily as he made his way through the battered streets. Tyrion was marching triumphantly as Lord of Casterly Rock, Warden of the West and Hand of the Queen. And two dragons circling the city, roaring victoriously. That was what Cersei would see before she was brought to the black cells. He would enjoy taking his time with Cersei. She deserved every foul torture a man could think of and more. She would die a broken woman.A fair price for all that pain she has caused me.

Jamie though he would give a quick death. His brother had been kind to him most of his life. All except for Tysha. That would not be forgiven and deserved death.I'm already a kin slayer. What is two more?

It didn't take them long to reach the keep, meeting Lannister banners and white flags of surrender. Tyrion had expected Cersei to fight more.Maybe Jamie has finally put some sense in her.

Tyrion heard a shout from above. Marbrand if he was right.

"We are willing to surrender! As long as none of the soldiers are harmed!"

"A fair request my Queen do you not think?" Aegon asked kindly.

He'll make her look bad if she disagrees. He's playing the game here. More in his head than I thought the last time.

Daenerys was glaring coldly up at the keep instead of her future husband.She doesn't hide her displeasure well.

"I think you are right. Open the gates and surrender your arms and you will all be spared. Though your False Queen will not!"

They waited for a moment before the gates opened. And weapons on the fortress walls slowly dropped down to the ground.

Daenerys had a self-satisfied smirk on her, as did Aegon.And soon I will too.

It hadn't taken long at all for them to secure the keep as Daenerys and her husband rode triumphantly to the Iron Throne's hall. The Lannister soldiers and Lords hadn't put up any fight, true to their word. The same had applied for the courtiers too. Many had kneeled immediately to the Targaryens. Cersei had inspired no loyalty in the court.And soon they will see you die a broken woman.

Opening the great doors to the doors felt triumphant for Tyrion as he rode into the throne room. As the Dwarf that had cast the largest shadow. The shadow of the Queen's hand. Tyrion noted as they entered that the hall was empty. There was not a single guard or soldier for the Queen and Aegon's men to fight. There was all but two people up near the throne, neither of them moving. The group of dismounted from their horses, Daenerys leading the walk up the steps towards the Throne. As they got closer, Tyrion could see the two unmoving people properly. Sitting on the Iron throne was his sister, emerald eyes looking shocked and betrayed. Looking down he could see strangle marks. And at the foot of the throne was his brother Jamie, with a short sword impaled in his gut. His face looked sad yet peaceful in death. There was none of the smugness on his face that he was associated with. He looked almost solemn.It doesn't suit him.Tyrion though as his face contorted into an angry scowl.

Cersei was dead. And Jamie had taken that pleasure for himself. He'd taken Tysha from his as well, and now this. It was infuriating.Father denied me my rights. Cersei and her spawn Joffrey humiliated me. The Northmen stole from me. And you abandoned me and took away my vengeance, my glorious moment.

Tyrion wanted to scream as he looked at his dead kin while the Queen and Prince looked at the bodies.

"They deserved worse Your Grace." Tyrion said angrily.

Daenerys seemed to be in agreement. "They deserved to burn. A false Queen and the King Slayer. Even now they desecrate the throne."

"What do you want done with the bodies Your Grace?" Ser Barristan asked.

"String them up and march them around the Red Keep. The Small folk will know they have been liberated." Daenerys said with a hint of cheers amidst the smugness.

Tyrion scowled as he started to drink again.They were supposed to be mine.

Hope you all enjoyed it! Sorry fir anyone who likes Jamie. I didnae really have anything tae dae wae him hin this story. His arc doesn't really go beyond this here. I went with book tyrion here but he does have his more redeemable qualities as you see when he's talking politics wae Daenerys.

As you can see Daenerys got burnt by viserion and euron. Also Rhaegal likes Aegon because he has dragon blood in droves and a valyrian look. Everyone thinks that further cements he is the son of Rhaegar. Danerys isnae happy about that.

Any questions, feel free tae ask!