Game Of Thrones (Season 8 Rewrite)

Episode One: Winterfell (Part 4)

》Cersei POV

Qyburn made his way to the walls of the Red Keep, where I was overlooking the Blackwater. Euron had arrived with the Golden Company on his Iron Fleet. I could see all of his ships sailing closer and closer to the city, to me. Qyburn approached.

Qyburn- Your grace, I'm afraid I bring you terrible news. The dead have...broken through The Wall.

It was adorable; he actually cared about all of this. To his surprise and horror, I simply replied...

Cersei- Good.

I left my outlook on the bay, making my way back to the Red Keep as Qyburn turned around to see the bay, littered upon hundreds of Ironborn ships.

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》Yara POV

Euron made his way down the decks, where I've been tied up to a post. Surprisingly he never tortured me; he never had the intention to do so. He grabbed his cask and sat next to me.

Yara- Why don't you get over with it and kill me?

Euron- It wouldn't be right. We're family; the last of the Greyjoys; the last ones with balls at least.

He laughed out, his breath reeking of ale. He began drinking, and with a moment of realization...

Euron- If I kill you...who can I talk to? I got a crew full of mutes.

Yara- You picked the losing side you know.

He came closer to my face.

Euron- Then I'll sail the Iron Fleet back to the Iron Islands. I have no intention of staying here, especially with the dead now past The Wall.

Yara- The dead march south?

He took another sip of his ale.

Euron- Aye! And when they come...you won't find me here.

Yara- Here? We're in King's Landing, aren't we?

Euron- Aye.

Yara- Huh, never knew you grew to be such a coward.

He had no reaction, no expression.

Euron- Say what you will; the dead scare you too.

Yara- Aye I can agree to that, but at least I'll be fighting them.

Euron- How do you plan on fighting tied up to a post?

I didn't reply. He smirked, took another sip of his drink and got up.

Euron- Keep talking; while you'll be here trying to escape, I'll be in the Red Keep...

He came closer to me to finish his sentence.

Euron- Fucking the queen.

A nasty smile grew on his face as he began climbing to the deck. I will get out tonight I kept thinking to myself. I just didn't know how...

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》Cersei POV

That night, Euron entered the throne room with the captain of the Golden Company, Harry Strickland. He was rather charming and quiet, unlike Euron.

Cersei- 20,000 men is it?

Harry- Yes your grace. Along with 4,000 horses and 800 war elephants.

I was delighted. The Golden Company exceeded my expectations. It was good to know that we looked like the winning side. I had recently gotten word that one of Daenerys's dragons had been killed. Sitting upon the Iron Throne, I contemplated; once the battle up north is dealt with, the usurper's army will be depleted enough that finishing up the survivors would be easy.