Trouble // Loras Tyrell / Renly Baratheon / Rieka Stark

33. Enemies

"The right plan? Your strategy has lost us Dorne, the Iron Islands and the Reach." Daenerys shouted.

" If I've underestimated our enemies --"

" Our enemies? Your family, you mean. Perhaps you don't want to hurt them after all." Daenerys hissed. 

"I'm glad you didnt leave." Jon remarked. "I'm going to need archers like you when we get back to winterfell." 

"Jon-"

"You should have seen them Rieka, they were... awful." Jon remarked. "Monsters."

"Jon-"

"Have you been keeping up with your training? Qarl, ser Qarl must be a good fighter to be a sworn sword, would be and ser loras fight too?" JOn questioned. 

"Im not fighting in this war." Rieka warned jon. "Neither is loras or ser qarl." she added. 

"You are technically wardeness of the north-"

"Im a mother and my place is with him. Not pretending to rule over the fickle Northman." Rieka corrected knowing full well how stubborn she was.

"Rieka are you really going to leave sansa in charge?" Jon countered. Rieka debated the

"She can have it. I got to be queen for a time and it wasnt all its cracked up to be. Wars and long nights. I liked the long nights but not the wars. Jon dont ask me to do this-"

"You are an archer." Jon corrected. She was one of the best archer's he knew. THe north was their home. 

"And if we lose i lose my son."

"If we lose westeros is doomed." Jon corrected

"Jon dont ask me to do this. I cant". Rieka begged. "If you ever become a parent- jon its the best feeling in the world but -"

"Fine." He agreed softly

"If you knew a little life was in your hands. You were their whole world". Rieka went on. "Loras may call me trouble but im a lot more mature than i once was. If the end is coming i want to spend it with my husband and my son."

"Okay Rieka. Im sorry." Jon agreed.

"Im sorry-"

"Dont apologize you are right. You are a mother. Your world has shifted."

"Thanks jon."

"Sorry to interrupt your solace." Rieka remarked. "I just wanted to say bye." 

"You are leaving us." Tyrion shot up. 

"I am. High garden..."

"My brother claimed it." Tyrion agreed. She nodded. 

"Well he cant because Loras and willas are still alive." Rieka countered. "We are getting it back."

"In the name of Daenerys Targaryen?" Tyrion offered awkwardly. 

"In the name of Rieka Stark, pissed off mother that loved walking those gardens with her son." Rieka corrected, a smile curved Tyrion's lips. 

'I hope we meet again, Rieka." 

"Come visit the gardens sometime Tyrion, you are always welcome." 

Rieka hugged Jon goodbye and kissed his cheek. 

"Good luck, Brother."

"You too. Get high garden back." Jon instructed. 

"Look at us, going up against evil." Rieka mused. "Love you jon."

"Love you." He answered watching her board the ship.

"You let her leave?" Daenerys demanded. 

"She isnt a prisoner. She was a guest. She is going to try and reclaim high garden." Tyrion remarked. 

"At least she does something." Daenerys murmured marching off. 

"Not burn him alive alongside his son." Varys questioned

" I am her hand, not her head. I can't make her decisions for her." Tyrion countered

" That's what I used to tell myself about her father. I found the traitors but I wasn't the one burning them alive. I was only a purveyor of information." Varys added getting a drink "It's what I told myself when I watched them beg for mercy, "I'm not the one doing it." As the pitch of their screams rose higher, "I'm not the one doing it." When their hair caught fire and the smell of the burning flesh filled the Thone Room, "I'm not the one doing it."" he sat the drink down beside him again.

"Daenerys is not her father."

" And she never will be... with the right counsel. You need to find a way to make her listen."