Hand of the Queen

16

I sit within Olenna's bed chambers, a new dress covering my skin. Black fabric spills down my legs, blood red covering the hem. The embroidery of a direwolf woven in between a dragon trails down the back of my dress. The hem falls off my shoulders, exposing my collarbones as sleeves pull down my arms and stop short on my wrists. Aegon's ring wraps around my finger, I tap it against the arm rest. Half of my hair is braided away from my face, a silver necklace holding the sigil of House Stark intertwined with that of House Targaryen hands around my neck. My pin of the Hand sits just above my breast, blending in with the rest of my gown.

Aegon stands behind me, a hand atop the back of my chair. He wears beautiful Targaryen armor, the black plates are embedded with red symbols of the dragon. His heavy sword sits within his hilt, a hand rests upon it as we wait. Footsteps come from outside, the door pushes open to see Jaime Lannister.

"Alysanne." Jaime says, Aegon's hand tightens on the back of my chair. "I thought you were dead." I chuckle, watching him closely. "Where is Olenna?"

"Not here, I'm afraid." I tell him, I can almost feel Aegon's burning gaze on the Kingslayer. "You did not wonder why your entrance to Highgarden was so easy, Jaime Lannister?" He looks to me in confusion. "Your trick with Casterly Rock would have come to fruition if Daenerys was a Queen with one army. If the Unsullied were our only strength, it would have been planned beautifully."

"Had you always been planning this betrayal?" I stare blankly at him before allowing a smile to build on my lips.

"Yes. From the moment your family took my father's head, I had been planning to slaughter you all. Starting with your son, starting with Joffrey." I say, slowly standing to take a step closer. Aegon moves closer, towering over me as disbelief crosses over Jaime's face. "I did not enact the killing blow, no, that was you. It appears you have now slayed two kings, Jaime Lannister."

"The broach." The grim realization settles into his voice as he reaches for the pin that no longer sits in his armor.

"Tell Cersei, dear Jaime. I want her to know, after everything she did to my sister, I want her to know it was me." He stands unmoving for a moment before suddenly pulling the sword from his hilt. Aegon is in front of me before my heart can even beat, deflecting Jaime's sword with ease. "I am allowing you to be a messenger, Kingslayer, do not test my patience. I am not too proud to take the messenger's head." Jaime holds Aegon's eyes before finally backing away and heading back out the door. I turn back to my husband as he slips the sword into his belt.

"That went very well, Lady Targaryen." He says, grinning as he kisses my lips.

...

I stand beside Daenerys as she takes in those who remains of the Lannister and Tarly armies. Aegon remains only a step behind us, observing the crowd carefully.

"Bend the knee and join me, or refuse and die." She says, a proud look covers my face as I watch the Queen. Only a few fall to their knees, I hear Drogon adjust himself before letting out a monstrous roar. Without hesitation, the rest fall to bow before the Queen. All except Randyll Tarly and his son, both too proud to turn against their beliefs. "I will give you one last chance, Lord Tarly."

"House Tarly will not bow to a foreign usurper." Randyll says, Daenerys nods to the Unsullied who take hold of the Lord and his son. Tyrion rushes forward, we both look to him in confusion.

"Perhaps it is not wise to slaughter a great house all because they will not bend the knee." Tyrion says, I clench my jaw as Daenerys glances to me. I look to the Queen once more.

"Randyll Tarly has another son, your grace. Perhaps this one will be wise enough to kneel to his Queen." She offers me a smug smile before turning back to Drogon.

"Dracarys."

...

I stand within the war room once more, settling into the chair beside my husband.

"I must return to Winterfell, Bran has told us that the walkers grow ever closer." Jon says, looking to me with pleading eyes. "We need your help, Daenerys."

"I will not leave this war with Cersei, I would sooner concede the throne to her." Daenerys says, I nod in agreement.

"Perhaps if we could capture one of these walkers and bring it to Cersei, showing her the gravity of this situation, she would agree to a ceasefire." Tyrion offers, I look to the Queen.

"I'll go." Jon says, anxiously looking at Daenerys.

"I'll join you, Jon Snow." Jorah says, I look to him in surprise. Daenerys meets my eyes, I subtly nod to her.

"It is settled then." She says, waving them off.

...

I stand beside Aegon as Jon prepares to leave with the others. He walks to me, pulling me tight against him.

"I will see you again." He tells me, I let out a shaky breath and nod. He pulls back and holds a hand out to Aegon, the prince shakes it. "Protect her."

"Always." Aegon assures him. I watch as my brother climbs into the dingy, beginning to set sail back to Winterfell, every part of me wanting to return with him.