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After the battle, Sofina approached the remaining Lannister army. They were covered in filth, blood and cinders. It was truly a war they'd never forget. "I know what Cersei has told you, that I've come to destroy your cities, burn down your homes, murder you and orphan your children. That's Cersei Lannister, not me. I'm not here to murder. And all I want to destroy is the wheel that is rolled over rich and poor to the benefit of no one but the Cersei Lannisters of the world. I offer you a choice. Bend the knee and join me. Together we will leave the world a better place than we found it, or refuse and die." Sofina told fiercely. Drogon stood strongly right behind her, Viserion and Rheagal had already flown back to Dragonstone. They served their purpose.
A few soldiers kneeled, obligingly. Drogon roared, angrily, and then most of the soldiers kneeled. "Step forward, My Lord." Sofina pointed to one of the older soldiers.
"You will not kneel?" She asked after he approached.
"I already have a queen." He told.
"My sister, she wasn't your queen until recently though, was she, until she murdered your rightful queen and destroyed House Tyrell for all time. So it appears your allegiances are somewhat flexible." Tyrion, who recently joined the scene— as it was his job to be with the queen— spoke up.
"There are no easy choices in war. Say what you will about your sister, she was born in Westeros, has lived here all her life. You on the other hand, you murdered your own father and chose to support a foreign invader. One with no ties to this land, an army of savages at her back." The old man spoke with pride.
"You will not trade your honor for your life. I respect that." Sofina snapped for one of the Dothraki to take the man.
"Perhaps he could take the black, Your Grace. Whatever else he is, he is a true soldier. He would be invaluable at the Wall." Tyrion suggested.
"You cannot send me to the Wall. You are not my queen." The old man shouted. Sofina smirked, the Dothraki proceeded to take the man.
Another, younger soldier, stepped forward. "You will have to kill me too." He told.
"Step back and shut your mouth." The old man hissed at what seemed to be his son.
"Who are you?" Sofina asked, wanting to remember his family's name.
"A stupid boy." The old man spat.
"I'm Dickon Tarley, son of Randyll Tarley." He introduced.
"You are the future of your house. This war has already wiped one great house from the world. Don't let it happen again. Bend the knee." Tyrion snapped at the boy.
"I will not." Dickon huffed.
"Your Grace, nothing strips bold notions from a man's head like a few weeks in a dark cell." Tyrion suggested to Sofina.
