A Wolf of War (Completed)

Cersei

Cersei was not expecting herself at all to open the gates for the usurper's army, but here she was ringing the bells. She was expecting a bigger battle to occur, but then again, she was expecting elephants from the Golden Company, and looked what happened. Strickland was being held hostage by the Targaryen army, King's Landing was surrounded via the sea and the land, soon enough the city would run out of supplies. Yet, Cersei did not seem like the type of person to care about the civilians at all.

All around the city, cashes of wildfire were planted around, Cersei wanted to city to be in runes by the time Daenerys took the throne. Nothing to govern if everyone is dead, Cersei would be going out with a bang to say the least. But before we get started on Cersei's chapter, I say we get a little background on why the bells started to ring.

(A fortnight ago)

"Your grace," The soft voice of Qyburn rang throughout the throne room, the pyres gave off just enough light to enchant the room. To her right, Ser Gregor Clegane stood in black and silver armor, cold dead eyes looking down at his creator. To her left, Euron Greyjoy stood picking at his teeth and Harry Strickland beside him.

"We have received a few letters from our scouts, the Targaryen and Stark armies are heading down here from Winterfell. Their allies, House Manderly and House Greyjoy have taken to the seas, also heading here now." Qyburn slowly came up the steps, handing off the letters to Strickland.

"Anything else?" Cersei asked, taking the letters from Strickland after he handed them over.

"One more thing," Qyburn pulled out a second letter, a golden envelope with a red seal, was handed over to her.

"May I suggest reading it to yourself? It might not be for the lads." Qyburn said, bowed his head and stood at the edge of the stairs.

Cersei tucked the letter away, turning her head to face the three men. "Lord Clegane, you and Qyburn will see to the Lannister soldiers and make sure we have enough wildfire to see us through this. Commander Strickland, you will make sure your company are ready to fight. Greyjoy," the wicked grin from Euron smiled at her. "I want you to go scouting out on the seas, come back to us in a week with any report. Do. Not. Attack." She gritted the last three words through her teeth, and saw the wicked grin fall from his face.

When Cersei retired back to her chambers that evening, she pulled out the letter and poured herself a glass of wine before she read it.

To the lovely Queen of Lions,

Tell me, was that too much? Gods only know that you are much like your father; you hate the compliments unless it pertains to your regal status, and love the smell of power and weaknesses. You are mostly likely wondering why I have written to you, I did not intent to compare you to your late father. I have a proposal for you, call me a traitor for this proposal, but you might like it. The usurper, Daenerys Targaryen, plans to take your throne from you and kill you the moment they enter the city. My offer is this, if you surrender and let them in, they might take pity on you. They'll give you a fair trial, and your fate plus your brothers' might be good and true. In return, I will pledge my loyalty to you, and help you take back the throne when the time comes. I can provide much more than Lord Greyjoy or Commander Strickland has offered. What do you say?