Northern Conqueror

Chapter 53: What is Dead May Never Die

Chapter 53: What is Dead May Never Die

Sat atop the Iron Throne Cersei wore a victorious grin watching Daenerys Targarayen and Sansa Stark being brought before her bound and gagged. At her side Petyr Baelish stared at Sansa hungrily while Harrold Hardyng stood off to the side looking disturbed at the sight of their queen's haughty grin. If Jaime hadn't betrayed her she would have found him that night and taken him until she couldn't walk.

Her eyes drifted from their captives to her would be king, her brow sinking as she saw his pale skin and darkened eyes. "What happened to you?"

Euron held up his arms with a grin, the others coming to a stop while he continued toward the throne. "I'm a new man."

"What does that mean exactly?" She asked, shifting in the throne as he came up the steps.

Coming to a stop in front of her he smirked. "It means I look forward to bending you over that throne and putting undying krakens up your cunt to replace the worthless lion cubs your brother put there."

Cersei felt tears sting her eyes as she gasped at the audacity of this man. "Gregor," she spat.

The queensguard unsheathed his sword and stepped forward, sticking the blade through Euron's stomach.

She smiled watching Euron stumble back with the sword in his torso, groaning and moaning until her face fell watching him start to laugh. His eyes met hers as he pushed the sword to it's hilt in his abdomen, leaving it there as he held up his hands. "As I said, I'm a new man."

"How?" Qyburn asked, stepping forward in awe.

"I have my ways," Euron said, grinning as he started toward Cersei again.

"Gregor!" Cersei demanded in a panic.

When Gregor started to move toward Euron, Qyburn held out a hand to stop Tyene from leaving his side as he called out, "Wait."

Cersei gaped at her Hand as Euron's men rushed forward and slaughtered the rest of her queensguard, leaving only Gregor Clegane at her side. "Qyburn, you-"

She turned when Euron's hands wrapped around her throat, grinning as her eyes met his. "I don't really need you to make heirs when I can't die, but I'll make sure your corpse won't be of use before I throw you in the bay."

Cersei was sure someone would stop this, yet everyone in the hall simply stood and watched in shock and fear as she tasted her own tears. This couldn't be how she died. Maggy the frog had been right about everything else. It should have been Tyrion that tried to killed her, and yet looking into Euron's eyes she remembered he was the younger brother to Balon Greyjoy. Could she have been wrong the entire time?

Once her body fell still and lifeless, Euron threw her body from the throne and looked to Qyburn. "You can bring her back like this one?" He nodded toward Gregor.

The Hand stared at Cersei's corpse before nodding to Euron. "It should be possible."

"Good," Euron smirked. "Let's see if we can make some true undying krakens worthy of the new king, otherwise I'll find another to try."

Euron turned and sank into the Iron Throne with a content sigh. Three children stepped toward him and their bodies shimmered before they were replaced by three gaunt, blue lipped men who took positions around the throne.

"Take the queens and throw them in one of the rooms," Euron said looking at his hostages.

Petyr dared to take a hesitant step forward. "Excuse me, your grace." Seeing the man's black eyes turn on him Petyr fought a chill. "If possible I thought we'd take Sansa Stark and return to the Vale to wed her to it's heir."