Life After Death

Doom

KING'S LANDING

The people in the streets were screaming and running at the moment when she rose to the air with Drogon. They tried to hide somewhere, but the fire that they expected did not come. No. She flew towards the tower, without spreading fire to the streets. Tyrion followed her with his eyes and smiled a bit.
"That does not prove anything," Sansa stated.
"Hurry. We have to open the gates." Yara warned them and went forward. All of them followed Yara, except Jenifire. She stopped and she had a horrible feeling. She knew that they are there. She raised her eyes at the tower.
"Kill him. We don't have time," she whispered and turned to the gates. They were trying to mix with the people around there Tyrion covered himself with a cloak. Too many people easily can recognize him. He knew that. The cape also covered his eyes too, he barely could see further than his nose, and he bumped into someone. He looked up and he was standing face to face with Bronn. They both were surprised.
"The traitorous dwarf," Bronn stated. "I thought you've got killed by that dragon whore."
"And you? Why are you at the gates? You shouldn't be next to the King?" Tyrion raised his brow. He glanced at Yara next to Bronn and tried to indicate her to go on. Do her task. Sansa and Brienne were standing next to the walls. They kept their eyes on Tyrion and Bronn.
"He can take care of himself," Bronn answered with a smirk on his face.
"What did he offer you? Field, another castle? Gold?" Tyrion looked around nervously. "This time you chose the wrong side."
"As I remember you've said it last time too. And I was right. Why don't I tell the guards that you are here? I am sure the King would be grateful."
"You won't do it, because you running away right now. Are you afraid?" Tyrion asked him.
"You know me. I don't like face to face fights when there are better ways." Bronn sighed. "That is your lucky day." he turned his back at Tyrion and wanted to leave the city.
"I wouldn't do it," Tyrion warned him and stepped closer.
"Why? You want me to stay here to burn alive? I won't. That bitch is crazy and unpredictable. I leave until I can." he pointed towards the air with his finger.
"If you go out of the city, you are going to die too. In the worst way." Tyrion added and he was looking straight into his eyes. "They are here."

"Leave her alone." Jon finally could hit one of the guards, while he desperately tried to escape from the other one. Bran pulled out a dagger under his clothes and pointed to MIssandei with it. "NO!" Jon yelled with him, and the next moment the whole building shook when Drogon landed on it. Missy stretched her hand towards Bran and he cut her palm, but she did not pull it back. She placed it to his arm and Bran started to scream in his pain. Somehow her touch, her blood burned his arm. The guard could stab Jon's side with a dagger too, but he more worried about his daughter's safety. He grabbed and twisted the guard's arm, and cut his neck with his next move.
"GUARDS!" Bran screamed in his pain "Guards!"
Jon stepped closer to pull away his daughter from the raven but Missy did not even pay attention to him. She squeezed Bran's arm even more. Jon had no idea what is going on. He knew her blood has some effect on the Raven but that looked scary and chaotic. He heard how the doors opened and turned to the direction with the dagger in his hand.
"Are we late?" Arya asked him and she immediately stepped to the guard which was still alive and trying to get up. She stabbed him right through his heart. Jon turned back to Bran and Missandei and the King's eyes went white, and Missy fell to the floor. She fainted.
"What did you do with her?" Jon grabbed Bran by his collar and raised him up from the chair.
"Jon." Daenerys finally stepped inside through the balcony window. She smiled a bit, then her eyes stopped on Missandei. She ran there and hugged her daughter closed. She was breathing but her pulse was kind of slow. "Honey. Darling, you have to wake up. Missandei. Please." she begged for her daughter.
"What did you do?" Jon shook Bran again and staring at his face.
"We have to kill him." Arya told Jon without hesitation: "He is not our brother."
They were both looking at Bran. Jon pushed him back to the chair and crouched next to Dany. Missy started to open her eyes.
"Darling." Dany squeezed her close to her chest and she was crying. Jon hugged them close too.
"Jon!" Arya warned them that they don't have time for this. Not now. Not at that moment.
"Fuck." Daario stated while he was staring at the window. The snow started to fall.