The Other Targaryen Girl

Chapter 13

Small authors note. (Sorry)

I really can not find out how much time was between the war council and the Long Night so for my sanity we're going to say that there's about a 12 hour gap. That's ending the last chapter at exactly 3pm and beginning the Long Night at exactly 3am. Thank you and enjoy.

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12 Hours

Although Winterfell was busy with preparation, there was an eerie silence surrounding the castle. As if the whole land itself was holding its breath. As the final plans were dealt with and swords were sharpened, in a small council room sat half of a man and what once was a boy.

"It's a very long story." Bran looked over at Tyrion as he pulled up a chair. Tyrion wasn't fazed by the comment as he sat himself down by the fire.

"If only we were trapped in a castle, in the middle of winter, with no place to go." Tyrion sighed looking over at the Stark. He was most eager to hear his story and how exactly a crippled boy survived beyond the wall.

As Bran began his story starting from when him and his brother had to flee Winterfell, Tyrion listened with great interest. He asked no questions as Bran explained to him the friends he had met on his journey nor about how he described the children of the forest and the earlier three-eyed raven. Bran went on to explain how exactly his "powers" worked, in the best way he possibly could. Going on about how he went back in time and saw everything, including the creation of the Night King.

"Can you see the future?" Tyrion had just now spoke for the first time as Bran finished his tale. Bran quieted as a pensive look drew across his face.

"I can't see it, it's mostly hints of what is to come. A vague understanding." He said.

"So you know what will happen?" Tyrion questioned again.

"I'm afraid if I tell you then it will not happen." Bran replied. He did not know what would happen if someone else knew, and it pained him to know everything that was to come.

"At least answer me one thing?" Tyrion spoke eagerly earning a slow nod from Bran. "Who will sit on the Iron Throne?" Tyrion asked hesitantly, he didn't even know if he wanted the answer.

"A hard decision will force your hand. That's all I can see." Bran answered the small man in his usual monotone voice. "I must go now." He finished.

Tyrion sat quietly as the Stark boy was wheeled out of the room. He didn't know what to think of the answer that he had received. Tyrion had made many hard decisions in the past two years, what would be different about this one?

"Tyrion?" Daenerys entered through the door. Tyrion stood quickly and bowed his head.

"Your grace." He greeted her and waited for her to sit down. Daenerys was carrying a piece of parchment along with ink and a quill.

"I need you to write something down for me, and to be a witness also." She announced handing him the supplies.

"What is this?" He asked looking up at her.

"We don't know what is to come or if any of us will survive. These will be my last words and orders to my kingdom." She explained solemnly. "I feel like it's past time for this."