Our wedding was an event that put all other weddings to shame. Tywin was so grateful for the rejuvenation of the mines that he orchestrated a week-long event where each day was themed around one of the Great Houses. Guests were offered costumes and props to join in on the festivities and for each meal of a particular day, Tyrion and I dined with the heads of each Great House. This meant we were able to get to know, and even do some business with the biggest names in the Seven Kingdoms. Even the Martels made the trip when I offered to have part of the Orodum Fleet transport them to Casterly Rock (though they did sour every day that wasn't theirs a bit by prodding Tywin and his family about Sandor Clegane's role in the rebellion).

Tyrion was deft in his approach to the Martels, and worked his whiles with the other families to help me set up better trade deals. With his intimate knowledge of the family trees, my shipping resources, and our combined charm, there was little we couldn't accomplish. As a couple, we had money, resources of iron and gold, the largest war and shipping fleets in the Seven Kingdoms (if not the world), and political influence only just shy of the King. The match was perfect. The only truly awkward part of the celebration was when it came time for our vows. Were not wed in the light of the Seven or under the protection of the Old Gods. We were wed in the ocean, with the entirety of the guests aboard Orodum ships to bear witness.

When it was time for us to go back to the Iron Island, Orodum ships were packed to the brim with gifts. Funny enough, we'd both received a great many outfits as gifts. Most people thought I was taller than I was, and thought Tyrion was shorter than he was. Tywin took it upon himself to have each outfit altered to fit us and would send them to the Island later.

The moment we got back to the Iron Island, I had horses waiting for us. Serena, Allen, and Tommen joined us as we rode to the castle. The Island was nearly the size of West Virginia since I had taken it upon myself to nearly double what its imprint would have been had I simply just joined the islands together. While a full tour of the island would take nearly two months, I was content with having Tyrion familiarize himself with the territory of Pyke first. And the first order of business was to let him know what he'd truly gotten himself into.

Allen, Serena, Tyrion, and I sat in the library. The fireplace kept the area warm and dry, and thus made it among my favorite places on the island. Tommen had gone to instruct the kitchen staff to prepare food for us.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself for the revelations I was about to explain. I took Tyrion's hand and smiled at him, "Now that we're mostly settled, I want to tell you the truth about myself. And, before you respond, let me tell you everything. You need to know everything so you have the knowledge available to you."

"Well, we've established you're not a man," Tyrion chuckled as he looked at me with a playful smirk. "And I know you were a bastard before being enobled by King Aerys. so I'm not sure what more truth there can be to you."

A laugh escaped Allen and he shook his head, "My apologies. It's just… amusing to know how much you're about to learn."

Serena tittered softly, "I would prepare myself if I were you, My Lord. There is a great deal you don't know."

Tyrion looked at the pair skeptically, then turned his gaze to me, "Have I been sold a bill of goods?"

I chuckled and gave his hand a gentle squeeze, "If anything I'd say you bought a castle for a copper. But do try to keep an open mind as I explain everything."

"Very well…" Tyrion replied, his tone growing paranoid.

"First," I began with the least relevant information, "I am not, and have never been a bastard. I was born to a common family on the island of Pyke. The Drowned God told of my birth and the men of House Greyjoy found me only minutes after my birth, murdered my family, then spun the story that I was my father's bastard."

Tyrion stared at me for several moments, "What would make you so special for your god to portend your birth?"

"I am not a normal person," I admitted. "I have lived multiple lifetimes in different worlds from this one. Each world was vastly different, and I grew in power in each of them. The Drowned God wanted me in a palace of influence, and so it made sure House Greyjoy would find me."

Tyrion looked understandably skeptical, "I hope you'll forgive me if I say that beggars belief."

I nodded in understanding, "I would feel the same way if I were anyone else. However, in my first life I was a mage." I used my free hand to weave magical lights into the air, making them dance.

Tyrion's gaze moved from me to Allen, "It was my understanding that Lord Amell was your wizard, not yourself."

Allen grinned and conjured a ball of flame in his hands, "Oh, I can use magic. But I'm not as powerful as Lady Ordum."

Tyrion looked up at me, "If you can use magic better than your man here, why let the world believe that you… Ah…" He nodded in understanding, "You want the world to believe you're incapable of magic and keep Lord Amell around as a powerful deterrent. Meanwhile, you are the true threat. SImilar to how my father has several guards for my brother Jaime on the rare occasion he's not accompanying the King."

"You've got it," Allen nodded.

I nodded in agreement, then continued, "I was also granted the soul of a Titan, which gave me control over the very earth itself." I willed the stone of the castle wall to turn into a lion and a dragon before allowing it to reform to its normal state.

"That's…" Tyrion whispered in awe as he watched the stone warp and reform itself. He turned and looked at me, "So, the Iron Islands land mass…"

"Was all her," Allen nodded. "You're starting to understand."

"It took me years to do it safely," I admitted. "If I had raised that much land up all at once-"

"The displacement of the water would have caused untold calamities to the western shores of the Seven Kingdoms," Tyrion finished, quickly catching on. He leaned forward, his expression showing more intrigue than paranoia now, "You… you did the same thing to the mines as you did to the island?"

"On a much smaller scale, yes," I smiled brightly. "And much faster since I didn't have to worry about the displacement."

"There's more," Serena said with a smile.

Tyrion looked at me expectantly, "Go on…"

I nodded and continued, "In my next life, I was granted control over radiation. This… isn't something you'd be familiar with. Try to think of it as the… warmth of the sun on your face, or the heat from the fire. You can't see the heat, but it's there, travelling through air invisibly. This heat is, essentially, radiation. In small doses, it's not dangerous. In larger doses, it can burn you or make you extremely sick…"

I slipped from my chair and made my way to a window. I opened the window and stuck my hand out of it, "And when weaponized…" I summoned a tightly controlled fission reaction that sent a beam of nuclear energy screeching through the air, "can be used to wipe entire cities off the map."

Tyrioin stared at me horrified, "If you have such power, why would you bother ever fighting someone hand-to-hand?"

I made my way back to sit next to him again, though Tyrion now seemed hesitant to be too close to me, "If people knew everything I was capable of, how long do you think they would leave me alone?"

"They wouldn't want someone like her around because she's a legitimate threat to their power," Serena said. "If Merida wanted to, she could conquer the Seven Kingdoms on her own faster than the Targeryans did."

"So why haven't you?" Tyrion asked me.

I laughed and placed my hands on his, "Because I don't want to. And taking power like that only builds resentment. If one wants power, one needs to convince people to give it to you, make them think it was their idea to put you in charge. But, that's not that last of my gifts. When I came to this world, the Drowned God granted me domain over water. I can manipulate it as easily as I can the earth."

As an example, I pointed to a glass of wine and willed it to swirl around and stand p out of the glass for a few moments.

"I've been using these gifts over my life to make myself invaluable to the key players in the Seven Kingdoms," I smiled.

"Then…" Tyrion's eyes narrowed suspiciously before his eyes widened in epiphany. "You've been raising allies since the rebellion. First House Baratheon, Houses Mormont and Stark, and now House Lannister."

I chuckled and raised a finger, "You're right about all of that except for one point. I started with the Iron Born. I helped to better organize our naval efforts, spoke in the name of the Drowned God to alter our culture to focus on effort and maximizing results of our work. And once I began to build my fleet, I showed through example how well we could prosper by working with the mainland instead of against it."

Tyrion leaned forward, an appreciative smirk playing across his lips, "You started changing the culture because you knew what your brothers would try and wanted the smallfolk to be on your side during the fallout. But… how could you have known so many years before it happened that it would happen? Did your god warn you that far ahead of time?"

"No," I shook my head, my tone honest. "I lied to them about that vision. I made it up because I knew how resentful they were becoming that our people were leaving the old ways behind. They would have eventually done something just as bad, so I spurred them on to do it while their main fleets were away."

"The opportunity to goad them into the attack and for Lady Orodum to be seen stopping them presented itself when King Robert went to Winterfell," Serena said as she smiled.

"You knew the King would bring the Starks," Tyrion nodded in understanding, his expression showing appreciation for the plan. "You rid yourself of troublesome family members… gods know I can sympathize with that… and make yourself look like the loyal friend and ally the king believes you to be."

"I am Robert's loyal friend and ally," I replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "But Robert hates being king and I've ruled two empires. The Seven Kingdoms will be better in my hands than in anyone else's."

Tyrion paused and looked at me, "I'm sorry. Did I just hear you correctly? Are you saying you're going to depose the king?"

I tittered with amusement and shook my head, "No. Not at all. I won't have to depose a king who will abdicate his throne."

"Robert's going to abdicate? Voluntarily? After having fought a war to gain the throne and ruling for two decades?" Tyion asked skeptically.

"Let's be honest with ourselves," Allen chuckled, "Robert may sit the throne, but he hasn't ruled for a single day."

Tyrion looked at Allen and let out an amused huff, "I suppose that's true. "But I'm still unclear about how you think Robert will willingly abdicate the throne… or how you will be the one to take it instead of Stannis or Renley."

"That's partially where you come in, dead Husband," I smiled puckishly at Tyrion. "What would you say if your sister was caught in a rather insidious scandal?"

"I have little love for my sister," Tyrion admitted, "but I wouldn't want any harm to come to her."

I had to consider his response carefully. I pursed my lips in thought as I went over what I had planned and reevaluated the steps I would need to take in order to make sure Cersei wasn't harmed. In reality, there was no way I could guarantee she wouldn't be harmed, but I could do my best to mitigate the chances.

"I don't see why she should need to be harmed," I said, the reply being as neutral as I could make it. "She'll be scandalized, but if everything goes right, you'll get to see her humiliated and see your brother removed from the Kingsguard to become the head of House Lannister. I'm sure you'd at least like to see that for Jaime."

"Indeed," Tyrion nodded. "But what about the children? If Cersei is scandalized and Robert abdicates the throne, I do not want any harm to come me niece and nephews."

I smile wide and lean forward to kiss Tyrion's forehead before gazing at affectionately him, "I can assure that none of Robert or Cersei's children will be harmed."

Tyrion arched his brow, "That was worded rather specifically."

I couldn't help but chuckle, "There are some people I need to introduce you…"