Roshambo / Tormund Giantsbane

25. Roshambo

"Hey Gregor, remember me?" Salem purred. "No? Well I'm Queen Salem Stark. I would say I would give you a moment of silence after you pass but... well I'm kind of a woman on a mission. Where is Cersei?" Gregor stared blankly back down at her. "Sandor, get rid of him, he is of no use." Salem declared marching past. Gregor turned his head watching her and a blade collided with his neck, once, twice, three times, until his head was severed. His eyes still blinked as his head lay severed on the ground. Sandor kicked Gregors body, it was stiff and upright, he kicked it over and waited until it was motionless and the eyes stopped blinking.

"Cersei?" Salem sung out. "Oh cersei! Its your favorite little monster." Salem chuckled as she ascended the steps.  "Come out come out wherever you are..."

"Hell." Cersei whispered. "How did she get in?"

"Past the guards..." qyburn agreed. "Without a single warning. She shouldnt have been able to get here."

"Cersei, im here for my crown. Dont deprive me of it any longer. You know I hate to be kept waiting." Salem purred.

"Get the guards." Cersei demanded.

"This is so much fun," tormund remarked as he and sandor rounded up the guards.

"Meet me at the throne honey!" Salem called out her voice echoing.

"Kill her." Cersei demanded.

"Im not a fighter my queen."

"Then-" cersei stopped in her tracks when she saw a dead gregor. "Gods. I dont want to die."

"You dont seem upset that your queen is dead," jaime remarked.

" no you don't seem upset, but Salem is headed south after you're a queen." Tyrion countered. Jaimes eyes went wide.

" do you think she's going after cersei?"

" why else would she go south? With a Wildling? To go indiscreetly and kill our sister." Tyrion agreed.

"Fucking... and I'm here in the frozen north and she's down there and she's going to die before we ever..." jaime huffed out a breath getting up.

" you're lucky she didn't kill you." Arya remarked. Jaime turned around. "Salem told me what you did to Bran."

" I was a different man back then."

" I really don't think so. You see I agree with my sister when she says people don't really change. And I think given the chance you would stab us in the back." Arya took a step forward. She grabbed the lapels of jaimes shirt and gave him a forceful shove. Tyrions eyes went wide as jaime was falling flailing and landed with a hard thud. Magnus in rickons arms clapped out as jaime went smack on the ground.

"Definitely a Bolton." Theon remarked.

"Im..." tyrion sighed. "We are okay right?"

"Hello Cersei."

"Salem."

"Shall we get this done with?" Salem questioned.

"Where are my men?"

"Being handled. Delicately." Salem remarked. "Or not." She shrugged. " you didn't get the throne for very long but it's probably for the best your family mucked up everything for far too long if you ask me but don't worry." Salem sighed a smile on her perfectly devious face.

"You cant have it," cersei declared. "The people will never follow you."

"They already so." Salem countered. "Now... if you go down easy i might do you the honor of burning you. Because i liked your boss bitch in charge attitude." Salem remarked. "So dont fight back. Its been a long day and my throne is calling to me." Cersei grit her teeth. Salem nodded taking a step closer the blade rammed out before cersei could think. Qyburn ran off. Ran right into tormund.

"Thank you for teaching me a valuable lesson cersei." Salem remarked rwisting the blade. "Never to trust anyone but my family. To get what you want you sometimes need to get a bit bloody. And dont be afraid to aim for the head, hold no punches." Another twist. "But i will care for my people." Salem remarked. "Because i learned more than you in my short years of life. I learned that you need others. I dont want to be queen of the world if my world is just me. I want to be queen of everyone and everything. Your sights were shortsighted. Mine, well I aim much higher." She pulled the blade free and cersei dropped to the ground. A satisfied smile curved salems face as she made her way up to the throne.

"Hello gorgeous. Did you miss me?"

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"I like you tormund but I dont need a king." Salem remarked as she sat the throne. He smirked he held up his hands. One flat the other fisted on top of it.

"A wager? You wanna play for it?" Tormund countered.

"Its a game of luck." Salem reminded him.

"You want to risk forever with me?" Tormund waggled his eye brows back at her a smirk tugged at her lips. "Because im feeling lucky."

"On three." She agreed mimicking him. "One."

"Two."

"Three..."

"Roshambo."

Salem looked disappointed and Tormunds face fell eyes wide.

"Best two out of three?" He begged. Salem smiled.

"I like a man willing to work for it."

"For you." He agreed. "You are worth it."

"I am." Salem agreed easily.

"Roshambo."