End of Youth / Tommen Baratheon (2.2)

24. Use Her

They sent word out and Jon and his company were coming to the capital. Sansa stared down at the summons.

"No."

"They asked for you my lady," Brienne remarked. "Your sister is queen, she wouldnt let anyone hurt you."

"Rieka is queen." Sansa agreed stiffly, getting everything Sansa wanted. "But I wont go back there. I refuse. I have been through too much, you will be my eyes and ears."

"They requested the lady of the north." Brienne corrected. "The queen requested her sister."

"Rieka will understand." Sansa corrected. Arya stared back at them. She wanted to go to the capital to see Rieka but she had work to do here still.

"My lady," Brienne tried again.

"Go to kings landing. I won't step foot there again." Sansa seethed. Jealously filled her, they were in a war and yet while Sansa ran for her life, was transported from place to place Rieka got everything Sansa wanted she got to be the goddamn queen.

Sansa's lips pursed, her brow furrowed, as she grit her teeth. Arya came up to her, hands crossed behind her back.

"What do you want?" Sansa demanded.

"Whats the matter with you?" Arya questioned.

"Me? whats the matter with you? I'm the only sane one here!" Sansa demanded.

"Sane you say?" Arya chuckled.

"You want to go to the capital, praise queen Rieka, go on. I'm not going." Sansa demanded as she marched off. Arya looked to Bran his eyes white before blinking back to her.

"What did you see?" Arya questioned.

"Rieka is pregnant, she talked back to Cersei..." Bran offered.

"And won?" Arya pondered.

"She is the queen." Bran agreed, Arya smirked.

"She's okay? This isnt a trap?" Arya questioned.

"Rieka agreed to the truce, Cersei doesnt like it but Rieka reminded her who the real queen is." Bran assured. "This isnt a trap, at least not on Rieka's part."

"You have seen the dragon queen." Arya remarked.

"I dont know that we can trust her." Bran remarked honestly.

"Then we dont trust her, we use her." Arya agreed. Bran cocked his head back at her. "She has dragons, Jon said fire kills the white walkers." Arya reminded him.

"Thats right." bran agreed.

"We use her and her dragons and then the realms are at peace because Rieka won't let the realms fall into chaos again." Arya decided.

"Daenerys Targaryen won't stop." Bran countered. "Not until she has what she came for."

"Then we handle her." Arya remarked spinning her blade in her hand.

"That blade suits you." Bran remarked. "The handle is dragon spine."

"I'm wielding the power of a dragon, what a better way for the dragon queen to die from." Arya remarked smiling down at the Valyrian steel blade.

"You are not going to the capital either." Bran remarked.

"No, I have a Baelish to deal with." Arya corrected.

"You see him for what he is." Bran remarked.

"Sansa doesnt." Arya added.

"Help her see."

"I plan on it." Arya assured.