Game Of Thrones (Season 8 Rewrite)

Episode Four: The Dawn (Part 4)

》Tyrion POV

Night fell on Dragonstone and the Master of Whisperers and I found each other talking alone in the throne room. I was seated on the steps, drinking my sorrows away. He approached ever so concerned as he could be.

Tyrion- You sent out the ravens?

Varys- Indeed! Now the realm knows of the dangers up North...even your sister.

I stared into my cup as I picked it up to drink.

Tyrion- You think she'll believe it?

Varys- She could.

The eunuch took a seat next to me on the stairs.

Varys- Then again, even if she does, I doubt she would care that much.

Tyrion- Everyone keeps saying that.

Varys- Everyone but you. Tell me, why is that my lord?

I gave Varys a brief glance. My hands were temporarily free from the goblet of wine. I had been drinking a lot recently...more than usual. I needed to stop.

Tyrion- You know what she said to me...the day of the Dragonpit meet?

He shrugged.

Tyrion- I may not have been responsible for Joffery's death...but Myrcella...Tommen. She told me my actions endangered them. That, if I hadn't killed my father for wrongfully accusing me of murder...Tommen and Myrcella would still be alive; that she would still have two beautiful and innocent children.

Varys remained silent, finding it hard to sympathize. I was staring at the ground

Tyrion- I proved her right...I was truly made to destroy the fate of House Lannister...I am and have always been the destruction of my family.

Varys- You've done a great deal of things for your House and your family but now you serve House Targaryen.

Tyrion- Now and always...doesn't mean I don't feel bad.

Varys- For your sister?

Tyrion- For her child.

I faced Varys.

Tyrion- I thought that if I managed to keep her unborn child alive at the end of this war...it would be as if made amends with her; for all the bad things that have come across.

I pick up my cup at took another sip.

Varys- Well, I can't speak for your actions but I'm afraid how ever you feel about your sister's unborn child won't matter...You know our queen better than I do; do you really believe she'll spare her life?

Tyrion- Of course she won't.

I held the top of my cup with both my hands, staring at the opposite end of the room.

Tyrion- Just wish it was under different circumstances...

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》Cersei POV

Every night I would find myself staring at the city from the comfort of my balcony. I ruled it all, yet only remained in the Keep. I made sure I could see every scorpion on the walls and all the elephants from afar. I should've gotten used to watching out for these things for when the battle with the invaders would commence.

Qyburn- Your grace...there's been word from Dragonstone...concerning the dead.

I didn't turn to face Qyburn. Instead, I stared helplessly at the scorpions; the elephants; the city.