The Queen | G.O.T.

Betrayal

We stood outside the gates of King's Landing. Cersei and her allies stood at the top with Missandei in chains. Our Unsullied was behind us.

The doors open and the hand of Cersei steps out and walks towards us. Tyrion starts to walk ahead as well, meeting the old man half way. They spoke a couple words before Tyrion ultimately continues walking forward. Her army notches their arrows at him as he walks closer to the wall.

Cersei didn't move at all. Up until she stepped closer to Missandei.

"Dracarys!" Missandei shouts.

The big burly knight walks forward unsheathing his sword and cutting the head off of Missandei. I breathed hard war ch ing her body fall to the ground 40 feet's in front of us.

I turned around expressionless and left to go back to DragonStone.

|•~•|

A few days pass and We all haven't came out of our room. We did eventually gather inside the council room together. I still feel the pain of Missandei's death inside of me.

Footsteps can be heard behind us, but we never moved. "Your Graces'? There's something you need to know." Tyrion says.

"Someone had betrayed us." Daemon stated

"Yes." Tyrion confirmed.

"Jon Snow." Daemon answered.

"Varys." Tyrion corrected, a bit confused as to why he would say Jon Snow.

"So Varys knows the truth about Jon." I said turning around to face him.

"He does."

"Because you told him." Daemon said. "You learned from Sansa. Who learned from Jon, though Daenerys begged him not to tell her. As I said... he betrayed us."

"I'm glad Sansa told me. I am your Hand. I need to be aware of any threats you're facing." Tyrion says.

"And Varys?" Daenerys asked.

"Your Master of Whispers needs to be aware too." He answers.

"You spoke to him first. Without coming to one of us. Without asking for our permission." Daemon scolded.

"It was my mistake." He says. It's always a mistake with him. A mistake we can't afford to have anymore.

"Why do you think Sansa told you? What do you think she hoped to gain?" Daemon asked him.

"She trusts me." Tyrion quickly answers.

"Right. She trusts you. She trusted you to spread secrets that could destroy your own king and queen. And you did not let her down." Daenerys says.

"If only those stupid rumors were true." I said and Tyrion looks at me all confused. "Rhaegar wasn't the next in line for the throne. Daemon is. Daemon is the first born son of the Mad King, I am the true first born, then it's Rhaegar, Viserys, and finally Daenerys." The truth made Tyrion appalled as he realized we still have a claim to throne so Varys attempts to over throw us will be futile.

"If I have you, Your Graces', please forgive me.
Our intentions were good. We just want what you want. A better world. Varys as much as anyone." Tyrion says.

"The world won't be better if we keep letting every backstabber stay alive." Daemon says. We left it at that and turned back around blankly stared at the horizon.

|•~•|

Late at night a small group of us, stood in the beach as our men brought Varys to us for his death. The sound of waves crashing on the sand was peaceful to my ears, but my hidden rage won't let me enjoy. Tyrion walked up beside him. "It was me."

Varys nod his head at that. "I hope I deserve this. Truly, I do. I hope I'm wrong. Goodbye, old friend." He says.

Tyrion out his hand on Varys wrist wishing him goodbye, before stepping away, and so did the Unsullied soldiers that brought Varys here.

"Lord Varys. We, Nesaerys, Daemon, and Daenerys of House Tagaryen, First of Our Name, Breaker of Chains and Mother's and Father of Dragons..." Syrax low growl was heard above our heads looking directly at Varys, "sentence you to die."

"Dracarys." We said together.

Syrax crawled forward still looking at Varys. He lifted his head up then blasted fire down upon the man. Varys didn't make a sound. His death was silent and we just watched him burn alive before the fire died out and we left as Syrax started to eat the body.