Game of Thrones - the Remix!

Tyrion Meets Steffana

Steffana was back. This time, she'd opted  for the full immersion experience. She knew how dangerous it was, especially for her. But she had nothing left. She hated life, she especially hated her life, and she needed a diversionary tactic just to cope.

She was so very angry! Just deeply enraged about all of the losses. She wanted to fight, and better yet, she wanted to win. She decide to start playing wargames.

They'd never been of much interest to her, despite that her husband Kieron had spent most of his formative years, running around inside of them, with her brother Othello. Game of Thrones was their favorite.

It was nearly everyone's, and yet she never been much into it. Until now. She'd been playing - not  virtually, but visually. But it was time. She wanted to go all in. She wanted to experience it. The thrill of combat, Kieron has said,  there was nothing like it...the adrenal rush, was unlike any other...it all felt so real. And so finally, she decided to do it.

She had to pick a time stream.  She choose, "The Mountain and the Viper."

She decided to just appear in the dungeon where Tyrion was housed, awaiting his trial by combat. 

"And you are?"

Tyrion looked at Steffana incredulously. Of course she was a sight to see, standing a good six feet, six inches, and being lavender tinged as she was. She was nearly hitting her head against the dungeon ceiling.

"I'm Steffana, your angel of mercy."

He was simply in awe. She wanted to ask, Do you like my costume? She wore a long silver cape, with a lightning bolt  and a lowcut jumpsuit. Both the suit and the bolt were made out  of shimmers. She decided to go with shimmers, as there was nothing like it in their world. It was mindboggling enough, to distinguish her as a sort of futuristic royalty, little flashes of light, jumped and danced as she walked. The shimmers.  Some thought the shimmers ridiculously tacky, but Steffana thought, if they were delightful. If tastefully done. maybe she should have worn wings. No, that was overdoing it.

"Do I look like an angel of mercy?"

"Indeed you do. But you're cutting it a little close, don't you think?"

Clearly Tyrion was intrigued if not just a bit relieved, but Steffana was such an extraordinarily strange looking being, he wondered if she was in fact some kind of deity, and if he what he was witnessing was even real, or was she some kind of stress-induced hallucination.

"Actually, I'm right on time, we've got a bit of time before you're escorted out so let me formally introduce myself, I am Steffana Scott, of the Shakespearian Scotts."

Tyrion racked his brain for the name but he simply could not recall any such family, or lands associated with such a name.

"The Shakespearian Scott's...I'm sorry that's not a house a familiar with."

"Well of course not. We're not of your realm."

"And this..."

His small hands touched her shimmering lightening bolt. 

"Is this the sigil of your house, a lightning bolt?"

"Why yes it is!" But it wasn't entirely. The entire Sigil was a lightning bolt in front of the entire world.

"What are your words, if I may ask?"

Now this she had actually given a great deal of thought to:

"Power of the Sky."

It really was: Rulers of the Three and Free. But that would make no sense to anyone here. So she had changed it to something  that would. It was probably less confusing than the Kwests: They Code, we Hack. Now that she'd never be able to explain.