Seven Dreams One Kingdom

26-Arya

No One

No one was quite surprised when she arrived at Kings Landing, it had changed dramatically since the last time she'd been. Most of all the people had changed and she knew the only person she would know was Cersei herself, everyone else was a mystery. Therefore she needed to disguise herself well to get to Cersei, start at the bottom and work her way up. She wanted to know the people around Cersei before she could do what needed to be done. However, she needed to get into the Red Keep first and find the kitchens, always starting from the bottom. And at least she knew to brown the butter for the pies this time.

Making her way through the tunnels underneath the Red Keep, No One was fully aware of the dangers she was in. every scuttle of a rat had her on high alert. When she came close to the torch lit underground dragon skull chambers and heard voices, she practically held her breath, especially when she recognised the voice of the woman, albeit the man's voice was unfamiliar. She climbed to the edge of the tunnel to give her some vision into the chambers, which was blocked slightly by the skull of one of the dragons, she couldn't tell which one, except it was large and definitely not Balerion which was opposite her. The woman was Cersei, although she looked very different from the last time Arya Stark had seen her. Cersei looked older, more haggard. Her long golden hair now cropped short, her gown was now black, resembling armour. Clearly Cersei was portraying herself as a warrior Queen. With her was a small scrawny man who carried a torch, he wore what looked like maesters robes, although No One couldn't see a chain. What she could make out, was the glint of gold on his right shoulder, it looked like it was in the shape of a hand. Whoever this man was, he was the hand of the Queen and a Maester of some sort. She briefly wondered what had happened to the old smelly Pycelle, not that she cared. No One lay flat on the ground and made herself as small as possible while she listened to the conversation the two were having while they walked through the dungeons.

"Have you ever been down here, Your Grace?" the hand asked.

"No, I can't say I have. I haven't seen these since Robert had them removed from the Throne Room." Cersei replied.

"Curious that King Robert did not have them destroyed." the hand mused.

"They were his trophies." Cersei told him. "He couldn't keep them around. They would have made him look small. Sometimes he would come down here and look at them. I believe he brought his whores on occasion."

The hand and Cersei arrive at the end of the dungeon. They were looking at the largest dragon skull in the room, Balerion the Black Dread.

"Balerion the Dread. The beast that Aegon rode across the sea. Its flames forged the Iron Throne and brought the Seven Kingdoms to heel. Powerful, but not invincible." The hand declared, then turned and walked away from the dragon skull.: "Apparently one of Daenerys' dragons was wounded by spears in the fighting pits of Meereen." The hand told her. "If they can be wounded, they can be killed." He walked up to a machine covered by a cloth, which he pulled off, revealing an artillery-sized crossbow aimed at Balerion's skull. "The finest artilleters and blacksmiths in King's Landing have been labouring day and night, Your Grace. If you'd kindly pull that lever." He smiled.

Cersei pulled the lever on the machine and launched a giant bolt directly into Balerion's eye socket. The bolt buried itself deep into the skull and gets stuck. Cersei stood behind the machine smirking. "Perfect Qyburn." She smiled. Make as many as possible. I want that bitch and her dragons dead. What about the Targaryen in the north? Are the reports true that he doesn't have a dragon?"

"From what I can tell he has many supporters but no dragons. His supporters mainly come from Sansa Stark. The Targaryen loyalists are torn between the two factions, although I hear he has no interest in the iron throne. He seems more concerned with threats north of the wall."