#stargaryen

HOUSE STARGARYEN

Featuring Aaron Bernards as Jon Snow, Ola Rudnicka as Daenerys Targaryen, Kelsey Asbille as Arya Stark

This is the FOURTH part of the a City of Fire and blood fic!!! The first three parts can be found in my blog!! If you would like to be tagged so you don’t miss the next parts tell me in the comments. 

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Part IV: The two queens

It was time. Tyrion Lannister had faced the prospect of death a time too many, but he doubted he would have the pleasure of such experience ever again. This is it.

He would die for having own thoughts, as any thinking man does. Soon he would find himself in the company of his siblings and father in the seven hells, where all Lannisters went for well-paid deeds.

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Daenerys was fixed on the mirror’s reflection. Practicing a smile, one that she ought to give Jon for all that he had hurt her, one that she ought to give Drogon for blessing them with his flames. It had been long since The Khaleesi had smiled truly, and even the corners of her mouth ached with every attempt. Had her last smile been to Jon? Daario? the she-wolf Sansa?

She tried no more as she remembered. Missandei. The purest soul she had known. She had raged for a lover before, but such rage had been nothing compared for the fires caused by losing her Missandei.

The Khaleesi showed her teeth to the mirror once more, but feared what stared back at her. Tired, angered, confused. Not broken. Targaryen don’t break. She saw Viserys, and she supposed she saw her father too. Even though she never had seen his face, but she knew it had to be him. All the madness that taken its toll on him was also marked in her own skin. She felt her lips fail her and tremble. She had no one. Yet, she smiled as tears ran down her face in fury.

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Three Starks entered the dragon’s pit, all unaware of the others.

Jon and Tyrion were pushed in their chains towards the centre, for everyone to witness the spectacle, the burning. In the crowd sat the few survivors of King’s Landing, undoubtedly fearful to share the traitors’ fate if they hadn’t done so. Probably the whole city was present, and half of the seated men were Unsullied. Who would dare to attack after the burning?

Grey Worm gave Jon a push, and he fell to his knees. Valar morghulis, the eunuch whispered into his ear as he was aggressively pulled up by the same man. Would giving a fight be worth it? There was none that could kill a dragon.

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Sansa Stark walked into the dragon’s pit, but refused to curtsy at the so called queen, but Daenerys Targaryen could not force her to do so. The slightest movement of arm, pushing of will, and Brienne of Tarth would cut any of her men in half.

“Let Jon go, free Tyrion,” Sansa Stark commanded, “give back the King of the North, or have the North rage upon the ashes of your ending reign.”

Daenerys didn’t flinch at her request. The audacity. Sansa was truly a fool to believe, even for a second, that she could be threatened.

“Please do so,” she challenged, “I would like to see the twenty northern men who have survived fight for a traitorous bastard and a dwarf. When will you understand, dear Sansa, that the dragon consumes the wolf.”

Daenerys Targaryen took a step towards Sansa, but Sansa remained still. She towered Daenerys, and she had encountered herself with monsters before. Jeoffrey, Ramsay, Littlefinger, Cersei...all those who had taken too much away from her, all those who had put her in ice and fire, constant fear and torture. What none of them had expected is that ice and fire forge blades, and she had become the unyielding blade whose song would pierce their hearts, make them draw a last breath, curse her name as they died. A song of ice and fire. So let Daenerys Targaryen take a step towards her, for there was nothing she feared.

She raised her voice for the whole pit to hear, “I would be more careful of your words, Khaleesi. The lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.”

Unsullied raised their spears in a second, but Brienne stepped forward, fulfilling her duty of protecting her queen.

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For the first time in a while, a dragon roared inside the pit, and folk shuddered in response. Gendry Baratheon made the effort to remain composed. As lord of one of the major houses, he couldn’t decline any invitation from the queen. Even if it was for the execution of someone who had worn a crown before. He tapped his fingers against his leg, failing to seem relaxed. Could someone ever relax with a hidden warhammer?

Sansa Stark sat by his side as the prisoners approached.

“Good to see you, Lord Baratheon,” she said cooly. He nodded in response.

He responded absently minded, “Lady Stark, always a pleasure. How is your lady sister faring?”

Sansa rolled her eyes, “ready to take responsibilities I hope. I do feel like a liability to her.” Gendry could see that she was tensing her fists, and laid a gentle hand on hers.

“No Stark is liable I am afraid, and your sister will do just fine.”

I hope she does.

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Daenerys voice boomed, “people of Westeros, what I bring before you are two traitors, both of noble houses. Both married to their self interest, with no intention of devoting to the realm. Both betrayed their queen for self interest. Both condemned for their self interest. People of Westeros, I will not pardon those who only act of self interest.”

Hands tied behind him, Jon Snow was uncomfortable for how close Grey Worm was to him. Let it be over with.

“Spread your fingers,” Grey Worm spoke behind him.

Jon did as he was ordered, and felt a familiarly strange object be put in his hands.

Grey Worm spoke anew, “sitck them with the pointy end.”

“Bring the traitors forward, Grey Worm,” The Khaleesi ordered.  Behind them unsullied banged the floor with their spears.  

Grey Worm did not obey.

“BRING THEM FORWARD.” The Unsullied froze, to see what Grey Worm was to do, but he unsheathed a dagger and slit the throat of the guard that held Tyrion. The Unsullied watched as their brother fell, but remained frozen.

A second later they raised their spears as Daenerys Targaryen screamed DRACARYS in horror, for Grey Worm removed his face to reveal none other than Arya Stark. 

The Prince and the Princess that was promised.