Seven Dreams One Kingdom

23-Tyrion

The room where the painted table should have stood was a feeble attempt at recreating the glory of what Tyrion imagined the room looked like before it was looted. Out of everything which was stolen, this was what he'd been most annoyed about. To him, the table was a signature of Targaryen power, a way of planning battle in style. Now it was a kitchen table with a pathetic map on top. A second class attack. As were the people who surrounded them. Of course he couldn't say that to their faces, or to Daenerys. The lack of support from the Lords of Westeros was going to make their life very difficult to re-take the Iron Throne without using fire and blood. And the people who had allied with Daenerys were a bloodthirsty bunch and all in favour of going down that route. Stood around the map; ready to listen to his plan was Daenerys, Yara and Theon Greyjoy, Ellaria Sand, Varys, Grey Worm and Missandei.

Tyrion started. "To win the war, first we need to win..."

"If you want the Iron Throne, take it. We have an army, a fleet, and three dragons. We should hit King's Landing now. Hard. With everything we have. The city will fall within a day." Yara interrupted.

Tyrion rolled his eyes. "If we turn the dragons loose, tens of thousands will die in the firestorms."

Ellaria sighed in what Tyrion interpreted as disgust with his lack of desire for revenge. "It's called war. You don't have the stomach for it, scurry back into hiding."

"I know how you wage war. We don't poison little girls here. Myrcella was innocent." Tyrion snapped.

"She was a Lannister. There are no innocent Lannisters. My greatest regret is that Oberyn died fighting for you." Ellaria snarled.

"That's enough." Daenerys intervened. "Tyrion is the Hand of the Queen. You will treat him with respect." she paused for a moment to choose her words carefully. "I am not here to be queen of the ashes. I am grateful to you all for your council. I truly am. But you have chosen to follow me. I will not attack King's Landing. We will not attack King's Landing. Not yet."

"Then how do you mean to take the Iron Throne?" Yara asked. "By asking Cersei if she'd kindly move over, because she won't."

"We had hoped to have the support of the Tyrell army, but and lay siege to the capital surrounding the city on all sides. Cersei will have the Iron Throne but no food for her army or the people. However, that is not an option. Although I do still want to ensure the capital is starved out." she turned to Tyrion. "Go ahead."

"We can't use Dothraki and Unsullied to lay siege to the capital, the Lords of Westeros won't like it. They will especially see the Dothraki as savage, foreign invaders. We have to change their minds and prove we are peaceful towards those who follow us. Tyrion began to walk around the table. "Cersei will try to rally the lords of Westeros by appealing to their loyalty, their love for their country. If we besiege the city with foreigners, we prove her point. Our army should be a mixture of Dothraki, Unsullied and Westerosi, working together."

"And I suppose we're providing the Westerosi?" Ellaria sighed.

"You are... for now." Tyrion nodded. "We must target each Kingdom individually. Surround the Kingdom with a mixture of Westerosi, Ironborn and Unsullied to hopefully take each Kingdom." Tyrion reached down and picked up a counter with a painted image of a sun on it. He looked to Ellaria. "Lady Greyjoy will escort you home to Sunspear where you will head the Dornish army and lead it up to the Princes Pass." Tyrion walked to the south of the map and picked up a counter with a picture of Kraken painted on to it. "The Ironborn fleet will then sail for Oldtown, blocking the port from transporting the goods by sea." Tyrion then reached for the counter which resembled an Unsullied helmet and begins walked around the table and to the western side of the map of Westeros. "None of this can happen until the Unsullied have achieved their objective. For decades House Lannister has been the true power in Westeros. And the seat of that power is Casterly Rock. Grey Worm and the Unsullied will sail for the Rock and take it." Tyrion stopped at Casterly Rock where there was a counter with a painted lion on it. He placed the Unsullied counter on top of the lion. A small contingent of Dothraki will wait until the rock falls, they will take over Casterly Rock while the Unsullied make their way south, hopefully in a peaceful manner. They will march south as the Dornish army marches west, until the Reach is eventually surrounded. Then we will discuss terms with Lady Olenna once more."