Daenerys
A fortnight after the loss at the Battle of Ice and Fire the remaining living forces retreated to Dragonstone. The sun has set and darkness has enveloped the sky. The remaining leaders stand around the painted table and discuss their losses and how they're possibly going to fight back now. Around the table sits Jon, Grey Worm, Varys, Tyrion, Jaime, Sansa, and Arya. They finally received a final count on the Unsullied and Dothraki. "Half of Unsullied are gone," Grey Worm said as he pulled pieces from the board and threw them into the flames of the hearth. "13,000 bloodriders are left khaleesi," said one of her bloodriders in dothraki copying the actions of Grey Worm. She turned her head to meet Jon who had been looking away from her the entire meeting. "How many northerners and knights of the vale remain?" she asked. She was annoyed by his distance during this meeting but just as annoyed as she was concerned. "Still waiting on an official count," he finally said, she turned to Varys. "Have you sent word to Yara Greyjoy," she asked. "I have, however ferrying the dornish army would take far too much time. We don't know how much time we have because the only person who can tell us is currently in a deep sleep," Varys said. Ever since his confrontation with the Night King, Bran had not awoken but was still breathing. "The Second Sons numbers have grown exponentially, they now command a force of 10,000. In order for you to retain the peace in Meereen they would only be able to send 8,000." Varys finished. "Good send for them," she said. "I already have your grace," he said. Sudden realization came to her head. "Daario won't be coming correct," she said hoping he wouldn't but knowing Daario he probably would. "I'm afraid he insisted your grace," he responded. "Of course he did," she huffed. She looked right at Jon who for the first time that meeting met her gaze. "Who's Daario?" he asked. Daenerys began stuttering before Tyrion interjected. "Ex-lover," he said. Jon closed his eyes and sighed. "Of course he is," he said. Tyrion gave a tired look to Jon after he said this. "Emphasis on 'ex'," he said. Jon nodded looking to his side.
"So what's the next move?" Tyrion asked. Daenerys walked around the board and landed on King's Landing. "We can't fight the army of the dead this close to Cersei, so we take King's Landing." she said. Sansa looked at her annoyed. "We're in the middle of the Great War and you want us to go right back into your war?" Sansa yelled. "We cannot fight them with Cersei right behind us while we barely have an army," Daenerys argued. Her calm tone somehow more intimidating than angry yelling. "We won't have any army at all if we storm King's Landing!" she screamed. "Or maybe it'll be bigger," Tyrion interrupted as he stood from his chair, tossing his wine glass to his side. "Most of the Lannister forces fight for Cersei because they fear her, if we take King's Landing with as little bloodshed as possible, we could recruit the Lannister forces into our armies and intimidate the Golden Company with Drogon and Rhaegal into fighting with us without pay." Tyrion spoke. "Euron Greyjoy will have the iron fleet here," he said pointing to Blackwater Bay right next to the Red Keep. "Unfortunately he will never bend the knee and most likely neither will his warriors therefore that would be 8,000 good men gone," Tyrion sighed. "Well we have a faceless assassin right here," Sansa argued pointing to Arya. "Should we not just send her to kill Cersei?" "Cersei will be taking every precaution there is. She is well aware of the existence of the faceless men and will only allow a select few near her." Jaime said.
"Gather our forces," she said to her hand. "We storm the city in four days." Varys immediately halted this suggestion. "If we storm the city then thousands of innocents will die, believe me this is not the right way" Varys said. "Thousands more innocents will die if we don't take the city," Daenerys responded giving her advisor a nasty glare. "We storm the city." Varys then turned to Jon in hopes he could sway her. "She listens to you, convince her this isn't right." Varys said. Jon gave him a gave him an unreadable glare before he answered. "We storm the city." Varys closed his eyes and sighed before Daenerys dismissed her council. As everyone cleared out Varys was the last to leave eyeing Daenerys with his chin held up before bowing and exiting the room. The only ones remaining being Jon and Daenerys.
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My version of Game of Thrones season 8
FanficThis is my version of season 8 because as of right now I don't really like the direction season 8 is going for and I'd prefer to write my own version. Purely for my own entertainment and if others decide to read this and enjoy then for theirs as wel...