My version of Game of Thrones season 8

Episode 6: Lines of Succession Part 2

TYRION

The feast was uneventful for him. Podrick had never had to do so much fighting in such little time and had been sleeping since the moment he spotted a bed. Brienne didn't really make for fun conversation unless Jaime was present, and Jon and Daenerys had disappeared from the feast. Most likely finding the nearest room with a lock. He thought to himself. Eventually the dull conversation grew tiresome for him so he decided he would go and find someone he enjoyed conversing with.

As Tyrion walked further and further into the keep the noise of laughter and conversation faded until he couldn't hear it at all. Cersei had certainly redecorated the halls immensely with Lannister lions etched into the walls that would take some time to remove. He finally found a room lit by a few candles and the moonlight shining through a lone but large window. If you looked out the room you would be able to spot the Great Sept of Baelor, or what's left of it anyways. He looked around the room and noticed the feminine but drab decor and figured it was probably somewhere Cersei spent a fair amount of time.

He looked back to the window and saw a figure whom he hadn't noticed when he entered. "So this is where you're hiding," Tyrion said pulling a chair to sit beside Jaime.

"Look up there," Jaime said pointing with his good hand. Tyrion brought his chair and looked to where Jaime was pointing. He saw the moon but right next to it was a star that shone brighter than all the others. "Cersei used to say that was mother watching over us. That only mother would shine so bright." Tyrion bowed his head with a small sad smile. Would she have still hated me had my mother lived? "I didn't notice at first but now that I look there's six more stars." Tyrion looked up and saw six others that surrounded the bright star. They didn't shine much brighter than the other stars in the sky however. "Do you think that's them? Father, Tommen, Myrcella, Cersei, my unborn child. Even Joffrey?"

Probably not. It's probably just something Cersei used to say. But that's not really something he should say in his brother's emotional state. He looked at his brother who seemed to know it wasn't true but still waited for an answer. "I suppose it could be," Tyrion responded. Jaime bowed his head as if he knew it wasn't but just wanted to feel better. "Would you like to continue drinking with the people you saved?" Tyrion asked. Jaime looked at him then slowly shook his head no. "Well then, I guess you'll have to settle for drinking with one."

JON

Jon bolts through the halls with Daenerys close behind him. By now Sam is nowhere to be seen behind them being unable to keep up. Once they arrive at the room that they decided to keep Bran in they see him in his wheelchair. His face held the same expression as if he hadn't been asleep for weeks. Jon was across the room in seconds to embrace his brother. "Bran, are you alright? What happened?" Jon asked. Sam had finally caught up and was now standing in the doorway trying to catch his breath. "Why didn't the Night King kill you?" Jon asked again.

Bran ignored his question and turned to Samwell. "Leave us." Both Sam and Daenerys began making their way to the door. "Not you." Sam and Daenerys turned around confused. Sam turned around slowly and left and Daenerys pulled up a chair to seat herself in front of Bran.

"So why didn't he kill you?" Jon asked again.

Bran once again ignored his question. "Daenerys, you carry a child within you."

Time came to a sudden and screeching halt. Daenerys has a- what? Daenerys was the first to speak. "I'm afraid you're mistaken, I can't have children." Even though she had been so sure every time the subject was broached now she seemed to be pondering what Bran had said.

"Bran, that is very big news. I need you to be certain," Jon said hesitantly. Please let it be true, she deserves this.

Bran nodded his head once again. "I've seen it, I am the Three-Eyed Raven. Of course I would know."

Jon slowly turned his head to Daenerys who seemed to be staring into blank space, hands upon her belly. Jon took one of her hands in his and that seemed to take Daenerys from her trance. She turned her head to him, slowly, then looked at him, unsure. Jon gave her a reassuring smile and that seemed to do what it needed. She smiled with tears pouring out of her eyes and leapt into his embrace. "Thank you, thank you so much." Jon hugged her closer.

"Now to answer your question, the Night King didn't kill me because wanted me to tell you this."

Jon pulled away from Daenerys slowly and stood to go closer to Bran. Worry plastered across his face. "Why?"

"Because he wants your son," the way Bran said it was as if it meant absolutely nothing.

The Night King wants his- his son? "Why?!" He demands. He'll burn the whole world down before he let that happen.

"Like all things the Night King's time in this world must come to an end. And like all kings he needs an heir." Daenerys looks like she's ready to break into a million pieces and rage takes over Jon.

He flips his chair and screams in anger as he pounds the wall so hard it cracks, the blood from his knuckles now drip onto the floor. "Why my son!? Why not any other child, why mine!?" He demands. It's not really fair to direct this anger to Bran as he's just the messenger but hearing him utter the words from his mouth so carelessly as if it doesn't matter enrages Jon.

"Because he has the blood of Valyria and the First Men, he's the child of ice and fire. The only child that would be able to hold all the power that the Night King possesses."

It was too much for Daenerys at that point. She ran from the room and slammed the door behind her. "Daenerys!" Jon yelled after her but she was already all the way down the hall. He turned back to Bran and charged his way towards him. "There has to be a way to kill him! Tell me how!"

Bran nods. "The only way to kill him is by carving out the dragonglass in his chest using Valyrian steel."\

"Good, then I'll do that. I'll carve the dragonglass out of his chest. Then shove it through his FUCKING FACE!" Jon said striding out the door and slamming it behind him. He needed to go somewhere. He needed to be alone.