A tale: Reborn in Westeros

Chapter 41

Aegon Targaryen

Clouds fly past Daenerys and me as we circle around King's Landing. Countless tents, barricades, men, and horses are all present and surrounding the city. It's immense and intimidating. One could even say it would be pointless to stand against such a force. It is an opinion I share, but Cersei does not it seems. She rather let people die till the bitter end than surrender and spare her people. The epiphany of arrogance and selfishnesses.

Drogon comes closer to Viserion as Daenerys instructs Drogon to do so. "It's an impressive city, is it not?" Daenerys says. I can only nod in agreement. "It is, but look closer and one sees that it has been poorly maintained. You smelled the stench emanating from it, right?" I say in return.

Daenerys nods sadly as she looks down at the city. "I did. We will make it better. It will become the envy of The Seven Kingdoms. We will make sure of it. Let's return to camp and prepare for the infiltration of the castle. I hope Jorah and the soldiers of Dorne and the Reach will be enough, Alex. It did not feel right to leave our children without Barristan. I only trust him to keep them safe," Daenerys says.

I feel the same. Barristan has proven himself already many times. If I had to pick one person to keep them safe, it would be Barristan every single time. "It's fine, Dany. It will be enough. Let's get this over with. We need to finish Cersei as soon as possible so we can focus on the dead," I say and lower Viserion to the command tent.

Men all around us look at us with awe and with fear at the dragons. My gaze scans the camp as I sit on the dragon's back. Men walk around in all directions, fires are being lit, and some tents are still under construction. This is camp is becoming a large city at this point. Whoever is in charge of this siege has done a wonderful job. Even for me, this would have been a monumental task to get organized.

I drop down on the ground and stroke Viserion. "Go, Viserion. Hunt and rest," I say in Valyrian. The large head turns to me and gives me an affectionate bump with his large nose. It brings a smile to my lips as I look at him fly away. I turn around and walk towards Daenerys who looks at Drogon that just flew away.

"Come, love. Let's meet with the commanders," I say and hold my arm for her to take. Her arm quickly finds its way to mine and we start walking. The tent is large in the colors of House Tyrell. Around the tent, many guards are present in high-quality weapons and armor. One could see that the Reach has knights that resemble the epiphany of a knight back on Earth. At least from what I know of knights.

As I pull the front curtain away, it reveals a richly decorated tent. One thing I am surprised by is to see Randyl Tarly. I do not particularly like the guy. He is cruel to Sam. He is basically the Tywin Lannister of the Reach. He along with Margaery, lady Arianne, Tyrion, Dickon Tarly, and some of the other lords of The Reach surround a table with a map of King's Landing and its surrounding area.

"Your Majesties, welcome. How was the flight?" Margaery greets us with a smile. "It was good. However, I find it disgusting that Cersei and Robert let the city slowly fall into decay. Let alone the Sept of Baelor," I say. Margaery takes a few deep breaths. "Yes... ahem, well the city is surrounded from all..." Margaery says before a messenger came into the tent.

"Your Majesties, my ladies, my lords, a message from the Hand," he says and holds out a scroll. It has the symbol of the Hand of the King. Curious. Daenerys takes the scroll, breaks the seal, and starts to read. As she reads, her brows furrow together in confusion. "Daenerys, what does it say?" I ask.

"Cersei is dead... Murdered. They want to discuss terms of peace," she says with disbelief. To say that everyone was surprised and shocked at the news would be an understatement. Mouths were open from shock and eyes were wide enough so the eyes could pop out.

"Dead?! Who killed her?" I ask in shock. Daenerys passes the scroll to me before she answers. "They did not say. I have no idea who did it," she says. I take the scroll and start to read aloud.

"Queen Daenerys Targaryen

Our Queen Cersei of House Lannister, First of Her Name, has been murdered. In the light of the overwhelming force that has been brought against us, we would like to discuss terms of surrender. To ensure the safety of those that will discuss the terms, a neutral place will be selected.

It is my hope we can come to a solution to avoid needless blood. We will await your response.

Qyburn, Hand of the Queen"

"Did anyone know of this?" I ask. The room is silent as no one can give an answer. I rack my brain as to who it could be. Cersei has many enemies, but no one would be able to just sneak in and kill her. It then dawned on me who did this. I kept it to myself to keep myself 'normal'. "What should we do?" I ask around.

Daenerys pinches the bridge of her nose in deep thought. "We need to send someone. I don't trust them in case it is a ploy to kill me or Aegon. Tyrion, I don't want to throw you to your death, but are you willing to go as our representative? Of course, guards will go with you," Daenerys asks.

Tyrion seems nervous about the prospect but nods in acceptance. "I am, Your Grace. We should discuss the terms we will offer them. It is we who have the advantage. They will be defeated no matter what they want," he says. I nod in agreement. "We are, but be careful. I do not trust them, and we will scout out the area first to see what we're dealing with," I added.

"Lord Randyll, please ensure that the siege is maintained. I would rather have them under constant pressure. And Lady Margaery, no matter how we will take the city, the people are in need of relief. Make sure food and other necessities are ready to be handed out," Daenerys says, "Tyrion, let's discuss the terms. I will inform the rest when we have come to a decision."

I sigh as I get lost in my thoughts. This makes me wonder where Arya Stark is. She is literally the only one I could think of that may pull this off. I am ripped out of my thoughts by a gentle hand from Daenerys. "Love, are you alright?" She asks. I look up and notice everyone except her and Tyrion has left the tent.

"Yes, I may know who has done this. Arya Stark," I say. Tyrion raises an eyebrow in surprise. "Arya? What makes you say that? The last time I saw her she was barely starting her sword training," he says.

"I think being trained as a faceless man would be enough to pull this off. Arya also has a list of people she hates and wants to kill. Your sister is on that list. It would make perfect sense, but I thought she would go north instead of south. I wonder where she is now," I explained. Daenerys sighs softly.

"I hope this won't affect our chances of taking the throne without bloodshed. The people will think we killed her," she says with a sigh. Tyrion shrugs slightly. "It is not the best outcome, but my sister was not loved. I imagine several other people wanted her gone. Arya being one by the looks of it," he says.

"Daenerys, I am not the best at being a politician. Can you and Tyrion handle this?" I ask. Daenerys smiles as she places a soft kiss on my cheek. "Of course. This may even work in our favor. Tyrion, let's  start..."