In the small council chamber, Tyrion enters along the colonnade. The council chamber is empty, as is the map room. He looks out at the map, his sister's plan for world domination, smashed to pieces where the falling masonry hit.
Then he turns and steps into the council chamber. He looks at the Hand emblem on the chair at the far side of the table. Then down at the same emblem pinned to his chest.
He sits in the Hand's chair. How the fuck did this happen? How the fuck did he end up here, alive, with power he no longer wants or believes he deserves? He glances around at the other chairs surrounding the table. Hmm.
Tyrion stands up and does some rearranging. He's not being theatrical about it like the time he dragged the chair to annoy Cersei. He just wants everything to be right this time. Hearing approaching footsteps, he sits done again in the Hand chair.
The rest of the council arrives: Daemion, I, Aemon Jaime, Laela, Samwell Tarly, Varys, Messandei, Bronn, Davos. He nods at them, and they nod back as they head to their seats.
Davos sits to Tyrion's left, next to two empty chairs. Across from Davos, Bronn sits next to another two empty chairs. Samwell carries a book. Three of us seat together.
Qyburn wears the Grandmaester robes and a chain with a single healing link.
I ask "What's this?"
Sam drops the book down in front of Tyrion, its title embossed on its leather cover: A Song of Ice and Fire "A Song of Ice and Fire" Tyrion takes the book in hand "Archmaester Ebrose's history of the wars following the death of King Robert" beat "I helped him with the title."
Tyrion flips the book open and grins ruefully "I suppose I come in for some heavy criticism."
Sam says "I wouldn't say that."
Tyrion is surprised and gratified "He's kind to me? Well. I never would have guessed" He clocks Sam's nervous expression, and is confused "He isn't kind."
"He..." Sam isn't sure how to put it.
Tyrion says "He what? What does he say about me?"
Sam says "I don't believe you're mentioned."
Tyrion pages through the book to verify his absence therein. God dammit!
Jaime chuckles "I guess, I am mentioned, king and queen slayer"
I chuckle and high five him.
Hearing approaching footsteps and the squeaking of wheels, Tyrion closes the book.
Daenerys and King Jon enter. A Kingsguard pushes Bran, and two more follow behind them.
Everyone stands as they get in and Jon sits at the head of the table "Your grace" Everyone sits.
Jon surveys the table "We appear to be missing a Master of Laws."
Tyrion says "Yes, your grace. Suitable prospects will be brought to you for an audience in the coming weeks."
Jon nods "Great, How is the dragon pit now?"
Laela says "The workers still working maybe take a year or more"
Jon asks "How is the army, Maester of War?"
Jaime says "I made new training methods for the soldiers. We sent those who were tired during the recent wars. We sent soldiers around the Seven Kingdoms to search for volunteer soldiers. The soldiers will be divided into two. The first half will work for six months, then they will go on vacation, and the other half will come for another six months."
Jon says "Very well, one army from all the houses around the kingdoms" to me "Anna?"
I say "Do not worry, I have assigned all the official uniforms for the soldiers and workers, for the tailors, who will finish next month if there is a delay"

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Snow Ghost [Jaime Lannister]
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