Trouble // Loras Tyrell / Renly Baratheon / Rieka Stark

34. King Renly

It had been three moons since they took back high garden when rieka was summoned to the capital. 

"I never thought I would be back here." Rieka remarked. 

"me either." Loras admitted. 

"Is it always this disgusting?" qarl questioned. 

"No." Rieka admitted. "It used to be beautiful."

Rieka ran to Bran and held him tight before looking to Arya she was a woman grown. She was surprised that they were here, alive and well. When they wrote, she had stared down at bran's words in disbelief so hugging him the little man he was made her heart swell. 

"Where's Jon?"

"He is our prisoner." Grey worm demanded. Renly was running the colosseum rieka had to keep grabbing him and holding him hostage in her arms. 

" So is Lord Tyrion. They were both to be brought to this gathering." Sansa added.

"We will decide what we do with our prisoners. This is our city now." Grey worm corrected

" If you look outside the walls of your city, you'll find thousands of Northmen who will explain to you why harming Jon Snow is not in your interest." Rieka added. "And if you look at me you will see that I'm willing to go to extremes to get my brother safe. Can you see it in my eyes, worm?" She demanded. 

"And you will find thousands of Unsullied who believe that it is." Grey worm countered

"Some of you may be quick to forgive. The Ironborn are not. I swore to follow Daenerys Targaryen." Yara demanded.

" You swore to follow a tyrant." Sansa corrected

" She freed us from a tyrant. Cersei is gone because of her, and Jon Snow put a knife in her heart. Let the Unsullied give him what he deserves."

" Say another word about killing my brother and I'll cut your throat." Arya warned. There was her little killer.

" Friends, please. We've been cutting each other's throats long enough. Torgo Nudho. Am I saying that properly?" Davos begged. " If it weren't for you and your men, we would've lost the war with the dead. This country owes you a debt it can never repay, but let us try. There is land in the Reach. Good land. The people that used to live there are gone. Make it your own. Start your own house with the Unsullied as your bannermen. We've had enough war. Thousands of you, thousands of them. You know how it ends. We need to find a better way."

"We do not need payment. We need justice. Jon Snow cannot go free." Grey worm countered Davos took his seat once again.

"You are not in charge here buckaroo!" Rieka demanded, Loras nodded grabbing renly as he attempted another escape. He was a fast one. 

"It's not for you to decide." Tyrion spoke up

" You are not here to speak! Everyone has heard enough words from you."

" You're right. And no one's any better for it. But it's not for you to decide. Jon committed his crime here. His fate is for our king to decide. Or our queen." Tyrion agreed looking to rieka but she turned her cheek glancing behind her, who? Her? No. SHe was trouble, she wasnt queen material.

" We don't have a king or queen." Yohn remarked.

" You're the most powerful people in Westeros. Choose one." Tyrion suggested. Grey worm shook his head dismissively.

" Make your choice, then." He agreed edmure seized the moment. He stands and moves towards the center of the dais.

" My lords and ladies. I suppose this is the most important moment of our lives. What we decide today will reverberate through the annals of history. I stand before you as one of the senior lords in the country. A veteran of two wars. And I like to think my experience has led to some small skill in statecraft - and underst-''