Lone Wolf || Tyrion Lannister

Chapter Forty One

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With furrowed brows, Jon began to read the letter he was given. While there was some good news, Sansa wrote that Arya and Bran were alive and home as well, there was absolutely terrible news as well.

"I thought Arya was dead. I thought Bran was dead." Jon said, in a slight state of shock. While he was happy to hear that, he was disturbed by what he found out.

"I'm happy for you." Daenerys smiled, however, it faded once she saw the expression on Jon's face. "You don't look happy."

Jon took a breath before he sighed. "Bran saw the Night King and his army marching towards Eastwatch." He stated. "If they make it past the wall-"

"The Wall has kept them out for thousands of years," Varys said, trying to not only comfort Jon, but everyone else. However, Jon wasn't listening, and he didn't think they had time to listen. "Presumably-"

"I need to go home," Jon stated. Daenerys took a step forward, a frown on her face.

"You said you don't have enough men."

"We'll fight with the men we have," Jon replied, shaking his head, though he spared her a glance. "Unless you'll join us."

"And give the country to Cersei?" Daenerys asked before shaking her head. As much as she wanted to help Jon, she couldn't just give up the fight she currently had. "As soon as I march away she marches in."

Taking a moment to think, Tyrion finally spoke. "Perhaps not." He stated, which gained everyone's attention. "Cersei thinks the Army of the Dead is nothing but a story made up by wet nurses to frighten children. What if we prove her wrong?" He suggested.

While it was an interesting idea, Jon didn't see how it would work. "I don't think she'll come see the dead at my invitation." Tyrion walked closer, his mind working.

"So bring the dead to her." He stated.

"I thought that was what we are trying to avoid," Daenerys said in confusion.

"We don't have to bring the whole army. Only one soldier."

"Is that possible?" Daenerys asked Jon.

"The first Wight I ever saw was brought into Castle Black from beyond the Wall," Jon said, remembering that day well.

"Bring one of these things down to King's Landing and show her the truth," Tyrion said.

"Anything you bring back will be useless unless Cersei grants us an audience and is somehow convinced not to murder us the moment we set foot in the capital," Varys said, bringing back in a bit of reality.

Tyrion out of all of them knew that the best, so he merely nodded in return. "The only person she listens to is Jaime. He may listen to me." Though, Tyrion knew that Jaime may not be particularly happy with him, considering he did murder their father.

However, out of his siblings, Jaime was less likely to hurt him should he be seen in the city. "And how would you get into King's Landing?" Daenerys asked, worried. Everyone was quiet for a moment before Davos stepped forward.

"I can smuggle you in, but if the Goldcloaks were to recognize you, I'm warning you, I'm not a fighter." Tyrion nodded in understanding.

Then, of course, the topic of how they were to get one of the dead and bring it to King's Landing came up. Jorah volunteered to help, while it was noble of him, Jon knew it had to be him. "The free folk will help us. They know the real north better than anyone." He said.