Game of Thrones season 7 fanfiction

TYRION

Tyrion Lannister retched for the fourth time. Clutching the rail tightly, he looked across the deck at Varys. The Spider did not look pleased.

"Drinking less won't hurt, you know," he said making a disgusted face.

Tyrion chuckled. "That's like getting telling the dragons not to breathe fire." He took a deep breath and exhaled. "How long till Highgarden?"

"Not much, I think."

"Good," Tyrion replied cheerfully. "I have been waiting since forever to leave this stinking piece of wood you call a ship."

He began walking towards his cabin, as fast his stunted legs could carry him. Varys followed him.

"Do all the eunuchs act like shadows?" Tyrion asked bitterly.

Varys raised his brows. "Do all the dwarfs act like imbecile creatures?"

"Fine," Tyrion said rolling his eyes. "Just don't touch my sword. I will need it when I lead the battle."

His cabin was a nice and cosy place. It included a featherbed, a table, two worn out chairs and three big barrels of Dornish wine.

"Fancy a game of cyvasse?" Tyrion asked, sitting on his bed.

"There are many more interesting things than board games," Varys told him. "Did you know that Daenerys Targaryen has finally decided to chain up her dragons?"

"I'm not surprised," Tyrion admitted. "Three brilliant fire-breathing creatures in a world full of hate. I would have done the same."

The rest of their afternoon was very lazy. The ship rocked slowly on the waves as Tyrion beat Varys in three straight games.

They arrived at the royal cabin in the evening, where the small council meetings took place. Tyrion opened the door and entered a brightly lit room.

A map of Westeros was sprawled on the table. Daenerys was studying it keenly. Black circles had formed beneath her eyes.

"Where is everyone else?" Varys questioned, closing the door.

"This meeting is not for everyone," the mother of dragons stated. She beckoned them both to sit. "You both have known Westeros a thousand times better than me. It is your counsel I need the most to win this war."

"Our pleasure," Varys said. "I have been meaning to say this from days. I think you should take the Targaryen banners down."

Tyrion cast him a very strange look. Which tricks does he have hidden up his sleeves? Daenerys looked shocked as well.

"Please do not take this the wrong way," the eunuch stated. "Your father was the last Targaryen Westeros had witnessed. He did many evil and unspeakable things. He burned people alive, butchered babies in front of their mothers. Everyone hated him though no one had the guts to say that. My biggest fear is when people see your banners in King's Landing, they will take you for your father and go against you."

"So what are you suggesting?" the mother of the dragons asked.

"Fight without banners or perhaps under the Tyrell or Martell banners," Varys said. "When we finally win the throne, you host the banners to tell the people that their true queen has returned."

"You are not as clever as I thought, Varys," Tyrion laughed. "Banners, no banners, it won't make a difference." He turned to Daenerys. "Your deeds make or break your life, not your bloodline. I have a much clear plan."

"Go on," said Dany shifting restlessly in her seat.

"We keep the banners and sail to Kings Landing with the Tyrell and the Martell army. No dragons. They will frighten the people. Once we set foot there, you will offer Cersei peace."

"Absurd," the eunuch said at once. "Why offer Cersei terms of peace when you know she won't accept them?"

The Imp grinned. "Exactly! We offer her to surrender the throne in seven days. If she does so, allow her to go back to Casterly Rock to spend the rest of her days in peace. As far as I know Cersei, she won't accept these terms. So, we have a siege outside the Mud Gate. My sister is fool enough to meet you in open battle with whatever strength she has which according to Varys is really very less."

"Just a few Freys at the Twins, a few at Riverrun and some Lannisters at Casterly Rock. That would be half of our entire host." Varys pointed out.

"Now, the Freys have been turncloaks before, so Cersei won't risk calling them. By the time the Lannisters reach, King's Landing will be taken." Tyrion concluded.

"Just the Martells and the Tyrells?" Daenerys asked. "Will that be enough? What about the Unsullied and the Dothraki?"

"They will do the job of maintaining peace when you rule the Seven Kingdoms," Tyrion said. "We should save as many men as possible. The Tyrells and the Martells alone make twice the soldiers in King's Landing."

"If we have twice the soldiers, we could just take King's Landing without a siege," Varys argued.

"You're missing the point," Tyrion Lannister snapped. "Offering peace will tell people that Daenerys is not her father. Giving a chance to Cersei will make her look good in the eyes of the people."

The mother of Dragons nodded approvingly. "Seems good to me."

"It is a mystery how such a small man can conjure such great ideas," Varys said. "What is your secret?" he added ironically.

"There is none," Tyrion replied. "I drink and I know things."