SNOW

Reunion

KINGSLANDING

SMALL COUNCIL CHAMBERS

The king was attending his small council meeting, for months he'd been king, but he never graced them with his presence, so the fact that he was coming today could only mean that someone somewhere was staring trouble, Lord Aurane might be a man that played his own games, he might have mislead his father and friend a few times, or more, but with bran, a little misleading was what was better for the seven kingdoms and his upcoming house, after all that was where his loyalty stood, with his house and the gold in his pockets.

As the door opened, ser Mynard seaguard walked in, with the king being rolled in on his wheelchair, his presence was demeaning in it's own way, it was unnerving in its own way, it's like a hundred spiders crawling over your body, "not one, but two Targaryens are alive, I WANT THEM DEAD ALL OF THEM, DO YOU HEAR ME, I WANT THEM ALL DEAD." The king was now shouting.

"Your grace, the dragons are dead, your cousin killed his aunt and lover, and you yourself said that your assassins killed your cousin, what Targaryens are you talking about?" Gerion Lannister asked, the look of response from the king immediately made him shut his mouth, after all he knew what happened to those who angered the king.

"I assure you Lord gerion, the dragon whore is still alive and breathing, and the traitor Jon snow is now sided with her, send whatever army it is we have, send them to meereen."

HARDHOME

TORMUND

The red headed ginger was just returning from his evening hunt, hunting this days were useless, no games to catch, after the night king and his armies swept through the lands killing man and animals alike, getting games to catch was almost impossible, they were still living on the food they brought with them from the south, tormund would never say it out loud, but he regretted leaving the northern kingdom, they were a bunch of kneelers, but they were fed, they weren't running into famine, when king crow returns we'll take care of all this. He told himself, however the commotion at the camp, moresay sansa's insistent screeching got his attention again,

"By the gods what is it this time?" He seethed, what has that pompous child done this time?, since she came to stay beyond the wall, she'd been nothing but problem for tormund, even the big lady had started avoiding her, meanwhile the man podrick was busy with the free folk women.

On getting to Sansa tent, he could see her face red with hand prints on it, "what happened here?" Tormund hollered, the spearwives he got to care for Sansa all had friend on there faces, "this southern bitch tried commanding Johanna and when Johanna refused she slapped her and Johanna beat the shit out if her, she claims she's a queen and we are to bow to her, but with the slaps on her face we made it clear that the only person we now to is king crow" one of the spearwives explained, tormund let out a laugh before turning to Sansa, "as far as you are here, you are nothing, you are no royalty, you do your work yourself, he only reason I got people to assist you is because of king crow, not that you deserve it, after all you are a shitty sister" he barked before walking out. This girl would be the dead of me he thought to himself.

DAENERYS

It's been a three weeks of fending off attacks from the masters of slavers bay, three weeks of watching her men die, during the last attack greyworm got badly injured, and if it wasn't for gendry, he would have been dead. Since then missandei hadn't left his side, not that he wanted her to, the two of them had been attached at the hop since their reunion, and watching them made Dany jealous. She wasn't jealous of missandei's happiness, she was jealous that her own man who was supposed to be holding her like that plunged a dagger into her heart, she was jealous that she couldn't tell him that she had forgiven him before he was so mercilessly killed by his own brother no less. Now her honourable man was dead, she once admired his honour, but now she knew that his honour was his greatest undoing, afterall, wasn't it the schemers, and dishonourable ones that lived the longest?, Weren't they the ones  that achieved more? The belief that good guys always win was nothing more than a mummers farce.