𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕔𝕦𝕓𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕠𝕠 ; (ℂ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕚 𝕩 𝕆ℂ🐺🦁)

𝟚𝟞 - 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒 𝕡𝕚𝕥(𝕪)

𝔸𝕤 expected, Cersei had not taken the news well. She had accused Jaime of treason the moment she learned he had met with their brother, threatened to send someone after Tyrion to kill him before he could leave the city and scowled at both of us all throughout the conversation. It was only my trust in the plan that had ultimately convinced her to agree to Tyrion's proposition at all. I knew what he had told us must have sounded ridiculous to any of them, but having spent most of my life in the North, I took his concerns more seriously. According to him, an army of the dead was coming for us all - which could only mean the White Walkers, legends to most, known as a palpable danger to us Northerners. Winter really was coming, and if we didn't act, it would last forever. Daenerys Targaryen allegedly prioritized this threat over her quest for the throne, and wanted to meet with us to ask for a temporary truce and our potential aid in the fight in the North. So here we were, gathering in the old dragonpit for a get-together of a combination of people that was bound to end in disaster. Most of the enemy faction was already present when we walked in, though the dragon queen was nowhere to be seen. Cersei entered first, me beside her, the Mountain directly behind us, then Jaime, Euron and Qyburn followed with the military presence we had brought. I tried to avoid my siblings' eyes, but I could not help but steal a quick glance at Sansa. She had grown so much since I had last seen her! But the look she gave me, seeing me walk there beside Cersei, was one of utter shock and confused disgust. I realized then that I had never sent that letter I had started writing to her, on the day Cersei was imprisoned. Amidst all the chaos, I had completely forgotten about it. She had never received an explanation of what I had been doing here all these years. Jon was regarding me with similar surprise, but not quite such contempt. He hadn't been here with us, after all, the last and only time he had seen Cersei was at Winterfell. He did not hate her like my sister did. We took our places in the center one of the three stands erected in the pit. The feeling of the chair beneath me gave me strength, it reminded me that no matter what my family would think of me henceforth, I was the official Queen Consort. If we could convince a city to recognize our relationship, surely I would manage to convince my own siblings. Right? The Mountain had just taken up his post beside Cersei, when his brother stepped forward to meet him. Yet another family that found itself spread across opposing sides today. "Remember me?", the Hound asked. "Yeah, you do. You're even fucking uglier than I am now. What did they do to you?" The Mountain stayed as unresponsive as always. "Doesn't matter", Sandor continued, "it's not how it ends for you, brother. You know who's coming for you. You've always known." With that threat still hanging in the air, he turned and left.

We sat in silence as he went, until Cersei asked tersely, "Where is she?" "She'll be here soon", Tyrion replied. He seemed to know as well as I did that this was not helping their case. Cersei did not like to be kept waiting. "Didn't travel with you?", Cersei asked with sarcastic casualness. "No." Tyrion looked away uncomfortably. The conversation died again, and the awkward quiet seemed to stretch for hours. I exchanged an apologetic look with Cersei. After all, I had been the one to make her come here. Then, suddenly, a screech could be heard from overhead. Everyone but Cersei got up from their seats to watch the dragons approaching, and it took all my willpower not to join them. But Cersei and I had to present a united front, and neither of us could appear easily intimidated in front of the enemy. What our men did was one thing, but we were queens. We would not rise for anyone, even a living, breathing dragon. The first of them landed with a roar, the wind from its wings blowing clouds of sand our way, and the second continued circling in the sky. They were magnificent. Until recently, I had never imagined getting to lay eyes on one of these mythical beasts, and although they were fighting for our opponent, I could do nothing but admire them. Cersei on the other hand looked gloriously unimpressed, and I supposed that was for the best. The dragon roared again and bowed its head to reveal the Targaryen girl. She dismounted with ease and the dragon took off again to join its kin. Daenerys strode over to the platform and sat in the chair that had been reserved for her. "We've been here for some time", Cersei said pointedly after taking her measure. "My apologies", Daenerys spoke. She was a curious sight with her silver hair tied in a myriad of braids and her dragonscale-like coat and chain, all in all not of this land. There was no denying that she was beautiful, though, and projected a certain air of authority. I had a feeling that she knew exactly how to get people on her side, and how she had convinced my half-brother specifically. I knew the way he looked at her right now; I knew it from the way I myself looked at Cersei when she wasn't watching. He loved her.