Game of Thrones season 7 fanfiction

THEON

"For the love god!" Theon Greyjoy yelled. "I am not doing this!"

Yara Greyjoy paced nervously around the room. The sunlight streaming through the window reflected on her face. "Brother," she said restively. "It is all planned. All I am asking is to lift your lazy arse and come with me."

Theon walked to the window and clutched the grills. "No," he said harshly.

"Coward," Yara mocked him. "Where is the ironborn in you, Theon? Did it vanish when that bastard cut off your member?"

Theon looked at his sister angrily. "You....." he said through gritted teeth. "Daenerys Targaryen is our queen and we will do nothing that will hurt her. She has promised to support your claim to the Saltstone chair."

"You blithering idiot!" his sister yelled shaking him by the shoulders. "We will be forgotten! Once the dragon hag plants her butt on the iron throne, she won't even bother to help the ironborn who came to her aid. So all we have to do is steal some of her ships and army and march home to take it back from Euron Greyjoy!"

"Well, that's very easy," he teased her. "Two iron scums facing the world with a teeny tiny army."

Yara slapped him. The force of it was so great that it sent him staggering backward. Blood oozed from his broken lip.

"Who wanted to cross the Narrow Sea in the first place?" he roared. "Whose idea was it to form an alliance with the Targaryens?"

"Mine!" his sister yelled back. "I regret it! I really do!"

A knock on the door interrupted their fight. It was a messenger. "The queen has called a meeting for the small council."

The meeting was already going in progress when they entered. The dragon queen, the dwarf, the bald eunuch, the leader of the Unsullied, the Dornish beauty and the cranky old woman were sitting around a circular table staring at a map of Westeros.

"To the Krakens," the Imp said raising his goblet. "May they continue to be on time." Theon did not answer and took his seat.

"So, where was I?" Tyrion asked. "Oh, yes, so we travel with the Martells and the Tyrells..."

"This one begs to differ," said Grey Worm. "Daenerys Stormborn brought us across the narrow sea to fight for her. The Unsullied will not let her fight the battle alone."

"Dear friend," Tyrion told him. "Fighting doesn't always mean battle. You will fight to keep peace after our queen sits on the Iron Throne. I know how you feel. But we cannot waste all our army at once. The Tyrells and the Martells have fought here in many battles before. They know their way around the war field."

"How are you so sure that Cersei won't summon the Freys?" Olenna Tyrell interrupted.

"I have lived with this woman for more than thirty five years. I pretty much get what's going on in her mind."

"But what if she does?" asked Ellaria. "If not the Freys, what if she calls the Boltons from the north?"

"The Boltons are gone. The Starks have taken their home back. Ned Stark's bastard Jon Snow has risen as the king in the north."

This was news for Theon. He suddenly felt happy and full of hope. "We need him on our side!" he exclaimed. "He wants to Cersei Lannister dead as much as you."

"And he has a big force," Varys added.

Daenerys looked daggers upon them. "Are you expecting me to unite with the people who brought down my father?"

"Jon Snow didn't!" Theon trembled.

The queen gave him a cold look. "But his father did. Rhaegar would have been alive if it wasn't for the Usurper and his friend! Once I am done with the south, I will have this bastard kneel to me."

Theon was flustered. Across the table, his sister flashed him a mocking grin.

"Well," said Olenna. "I suggest we send ravens to all the houses asking them to give up all their claims and swear fealty."

"And why would they?" the Imp asked bitterly.

"Why won't they?"

Tyrion leaned back on his chair. "Tell me Lady Olenna, if some foreigner breaks into your kingdoms claiming to be the true heir and tells you to give up all your titles, would you?"

The Queen of Thorns didn't utter a word.

"So, everything is great then!" Tyrion said jollily. "On the morrow, we set sail for Kings Landing..."

"Dragonstone," the queen interrupted. "Before taking my father's home, I will take my brother's home back."

Varys leaned over the map searching for the island. "An astute move, I must say. Being very near to Kings Landing, we can easily retreat there if we lose. Also, you will get to keep an eye on Cersei."

"Who holds it now?" asked Ellaria.

"Last it was held by Stannis Baratheon," said Varys. "But now house Baratheon is gone. So this will be a piece of cake for us."

"Leave the Dothraki and the Unsullied here. You won't be needing them for a while, I guess."

Everyone agreed upon that. "Does anyone else wish to express?" Daenerys asked.

"Yes." Theon looked across the table. Yara cleared her throat. "Cersei Lannister isn't your only enemy. Euron Greyjoy marches upon you with his ships and a wedding proposal."

"We certainly hadn't thought of that!" Varys exclaimed.

"But I and my faithful brother will banish him. The only worry is...."

"We don't have an army and enough ships." Theon completed the sentence for her.

"Well," the queen said. "We aren't using the Dothraki and the Unsullied. You can take half from each."

"Being a bit overgenerous, are we?" the dwarf mocked.

Daenerys ignored him. "But you have to swear to remain loyal to me till the end of your days."

"It is the word of an ironborn," Yara declaimed. "Once I sit on the Saltstone chair, I will get all the krakens to worship you."

"Good," said the queen. "You have my word."

Theon looked at his sister awestruck. She flashed him a grin. He nodded back. We are coming for you, Euron, he thought. This time, we WILL make sure that no ungodly man rules the Iron Islands.

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