I Can Do It With A Broken Heart / Joffrey Baratheon /Rieka Stark (2.6)

21. Westeros is Closed

"There it is. Home.' Daenerys remarked seeing the shores.

"There they are." Sandor remarked notifying Rieka.

"Places people!" Rieka clapped out. "We have a war to prevent!"

"You ate sexy when you are in charge." Joffrey decided. She tossed her hair over her shoulder.

"Get used to it." She agreed. "Now move it! Oh and Joff," he stared back at her. "Dont die," he smirked.

"Im going to live forever."

"So does the night king." Jon chimed in.

"Lets focus people!" Rieka instructed. "You know your goal, take them out, watch your back, dont let them get the castle." Joffrey pulled rieka to her kissing her. 

"I fucking love you." Joffrey breathed back. 

"I'm loveable." Rieka agreed heading off. Joffrey watched her go. "Love you too." Rieka called back over her shoulder, she saw a real smile appear on his face. "Knock it off Joff!" Rieka demanded. "You are going to die if you are staring at me with that goofy smile on your face." 

"I dont know if you forgot but Rieka left me in charge." Robb reminded Tywin. 

"And I am hand of the king. The king, not the queen." 

"Yes and the queen and king both named me protector while they were gone." Robb agreed. "Stop questioning my every move old man, you forget I won how many battles against you, easily." Robb smirked back at him. 

"Beginners luck." Tywin scoffed. 

"Or you are old and outdated." Robb countered. "And dont know what it takes to win anymore. I'm holding the capital for my sisters return. SHe left me in charge, so you need to take a step back." 

"Just listen to him father." Cersei murmured. 

"Lady Rieka?" barristan questioned seeing her wolf emblem on her jacket and her tully blue eyes as she turned to him, there was no one else it could be.

"Selmy?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm Queen now." Rieka remarked lowering her bow. "What are you doing?"

"I'm helping my queen... you are queen?"

"Yes." Rieka agreed. "and I want to keep it that way. We have bigger issues than a Targaryen, I need her handled."

"Rieka your father-"

"She has dragons, she will burn Westeros to the ground."

"You dont know her-"

"And you do?" Rieka countered.

"She helped people-"

"I heard what she did." Rieka assured circling him carefully. "I heard that when she murdered the slavers no one but the slavers complained when she crucified hundreds of nobles, who could argue they were evil men apparently." Rieka agreed. "I heard she burned the dorthraki alive, they would've done worse to her I assume." Rieka went on and Barristan's face fell. "Everywhere she goes evil men die and you and her savages cheer her on for it. And she grows more powerful and more sure that she is good and right. Clearly by how she marched into her, right into my trap. She didnt even think we would be waiting for her, ready for her." RIeka chuckled. "Because she was so confident in herself. She believes her destiny is to build a better world for herself.... If you believed that...  Wouldn't you kill whatever stood between you in paradise?"

"No."

"No." Rieka agreed. "Because you are not her."

"Your father..." Barristan sighed seeing not rage and blind hatred but logic and strategy running through her mind, she was nothing like Roberts rage for killing the Targaryens she was thinking this through and no one else had looked at what Daenerys did from the outside before, but RIeka did. She got word from her spies and she knew that Daenerys was not to be handled lightly, she had to kill her, free westeros from the monster that would control them, make them bend or make them break. "Your father would be proud of you stepping up."

"Thank you." RIeka agreed. "Bend the knee to the rightful king and queen and you won't be harmed." Rieka instructed. Barristan took the knee to her then and there.

"My queen." He agreed.

"Joffrey has changed." Rieka assured.

"I'm sure you changed him. You tend to do that." He agreed.

"Learned from my daddio." Rieka agreed. "Stay out of our way Selmy." Rieka requested. 

"I am Daenerys Targaryen Stormborn, The Unburnt, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Queen of Meereen, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, and Mother of Dragons." 

"I'm Rieka Stark Baratheon, queen of the andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, lady of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, mother of wolves." Rieka countered. "Avalon." She growled back at Daenerys. 

"Who are you? This is my home." 

"This is mine." Rieka countered. "Sorry." Rieka shrugged. "You are a foreign invader." 

"I have dragons." 

"I have men that know how to fight." 

"I have-" Daenerys glanced back at her men, still getting used to their land legs they were easily torn down, the unsullied were putting up a fight but they were ambushed, they were not ready. They had grown lack being with Daenerys their bodies hadnt trained for weeks while traveling while Rieka's men were training and mining from dragon glass, preparing for this moment.

"A bunch of dead savages." Rieka agreed. 

"Wow, hello beautiful.' Jon whispered moving to the dragons. They seemed to like him. He hesitated as the biggest of the three bowed his head to Jon. Rieka smirked back at them. 

"And it looks like you lost your dragons to my brother." Rieka added. "Bend the knee-"

"Never!"

"I'm a northern woman, Daenerys." Rieka remarked. "That means I'm a warrior. I can kill you here and now or you can leave and take the rest of your men and never come back to westeros, claim the rest of the world, but westeros is closed." Rieka demanded, Joffrey gripped his blade coming up behind Daenerys, Rieka kept her gaze locked on Daenerys as to not give him away. 

"I'm the queen, you are nothing but a northern whore." Daenerys corrected. 

"Am I a whore Joff?" RIeka questioned as his blade plunged through Daenerys, she gasped for breath, choking out blood. 

"I would kill you again for calling my wife such things." Joffrey spat as Daenerys crumbled before them. 

"Not much of a challenge, I was hoping for more." Rieka admitted. "Jon be careful over there!" Rieka called out letting Daenerys silver hair turn red with her blood. Joffrey linked his hand with hers as they went to finish the job, as a team.