She Wolf • |Book 2|

• Chapter Sixteen •

[ I am ending this story]

Time had passed since Rhaella renounced her claim as Queen in the North. Only those apart of the council knew this, and that she had declared Sansa Stark her successor. Many who did not, clung to the hope that Jon Snow would come to his senses and come back to aid those he carelessly abandoned.

In the South, however, Jon had found himself in a situation that prevented him from doing just that. He had spared the North, however, but it came at a price.

And when the North learned of Jon Snow's fate, they marched south, enraged and led by the Starks of Winterfell. They were well recovered now, and there had been many ready to fight once again.

But no fighting would come of it. Sansa and Rhaella had a plan. King's Landing was without a ruler. In fact, all of Westeros was, but not for long.

They sat together, the Lords and Ladies of the seven kingdoms, discussing both Tyrion Lannister and Jon Snow. The North demanded Jon Snow be freed. Many, those who supported Daenerys, disagreed.

"Jon is no different than any other who's slayed a king or queen at one point." Rhaella defended. "She burned thousands."

"She did what she had to."

"She did not have to incinerate innocents because they refused to accept her as queen." Rhaella turned in her chair. "You do not kill innocent subjects just because they refuse to accept you. What kind of ruler says "choose me or die"?" She enquired. "Do you know what kind? A tyrant. That's what kind. She was no different than her father. And all of Westeros turned on him and his family."

Blood began to boil as those who defended Jon argued with those who defended Daenerys. It had been because of Tyrion the shouting ceased.

"Look at you all," he said. "Bickering over the past."

"You do not talk!" Ordered the unsullied standing beside him. Rhaella recognised him as the one who stayed close by Daenerys side and lead the unsullied. His name was Grey Worm.

"He may talk if it pleases us," Rhaella announced. "Who are you to say otherwise? Who are you to even decide his fate? You are not from Westeros. You are a foreigner with no real authority. We do not take kindly to foreigners trying to tell us what we should do with our own people. Your queen is dead. You have no reason to even be here."

"We seek justice."

"You will have none here." She replied.

"And who are you to decide that?" Greyjoy spat.

"She is the rightful Queen of the seven kingdoms." Arya answered.

"Six." Sansa corrected, pulling attention toward her. "It has been agreed the North will remain an independent country."

"But if she's already Queen in the North-" Arya began, bewildered by Sansa's statement.

"You were away when Sansa and I agreed, she will take the North in my place and I will assume the position that many have wanted since I was born." She explained, turning to look at Tyrion. "Is that right, my Lord Tyrion."

Placed on the spot in such an uncomfortable situation, Tyrion hesitated. "She speaks the truth." He replied at last. "But you never wanted it. Why now?"

"I admit, Robert Baratheon was no great King. But his reign did not ensue so much hatred and violence. Joffrey was no better, but I did not have any desire to take the Seven Kingdoms then either. It was not until you brought her here that I knew the people of Westeros deserved better. We deserved peace. I admit, I had no plans of taking King's Landing as my home again either until I saw first hand the kind of ruler she would be." She turned to Yara and added, "I could see why you followed her. I could see why many chose to. She may have had potential, but she would have never allowed the North to remain it's own country. And then there was Jon. I knew it then. The way she'd look at him as if he was a threat to her rule."