At World's End [Game of Thrones] [Book 3]

twenty-three

 -3rd Person-

Tyrion Lannister thought the only way to get Cersei to join them now was for him to go talk to her, alone. No one thought this was a good idea. They knew that she might try and kill him. He went anyway, leaving his accomplices alone in the dragon pit.

They all watched as the dwarf walked away, feeling as if it will be the last time they'd ever see him alive. It wasn't, however.

With a sigh Evelyn turned away, looking at her brother once more. He looked down at his feet, starting to turn away. He walked away, with Daenerys shortly following him. And now it was time for them to wait.

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Their heads turned towards the approaching footsteps, seeing Tyrion walking back to them. Evelyn was surprised to see he made it out of a room with his sister alive. He walked up to join them, as Cersei and her men approached.

"My armies will not stand down, nor will I pull them back to the capital." she spoke, grasping her hands in front of her. "I will march them North to fight alongside you in the Great War. The darkness is coming for us all. We'll face it together."

Evelyn saw Daenerys blow a sigh of relief, but she felt that Cersei's promise was not truthful. If Sansa was here she thought she would agree.

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After their trip back to Dragonstone, they all sailed North with Daenerys and her people on board. Evelyn sat in her quarters at a desk, writing. Writing just about anything, really. Writing is what calmed her. Breaking her from her thoughts, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." she says, looking up for her work. Tyrion Lannister opened the door, holding a pitcher and two cups.

"Do you drink, my lady?" he asks, coming over and taking a seat in front of her.

"Might need to after today." she sighs, as he pours her a cup. 

a/n. two more chapters, guys. then its the end of this series.

-K.