The Dragon's Sister || Game Of Thrones (Under Rewrite)

Episode 5: Kings Landing Part 1

Kings Landing

When the army of her sworn enemy stood outside her city's gates, Cersei felt anything but intimidated. She feared that the words Euron promised to her were false, lies; that her enemies were still large in numbers and were ready for a comeback. If anything were said from the Crow's Eye, it was mainly a key in being used against her. 

   Instead, Cersei's expectations had not faltered, and her enemies' forces were beneath her concerns. Though it did little for her to summon her archers and personal guards to her, standing above the main gates to Kings Landing with every ballista, arrow, and sword aimed at the little army she held no fear against. All she saw was an opportunity. 

   On the ground in front of the main gates, Tyrion stared up to his sister, eyes filled with pause at an illusion only his sister could break with one word or move. His Queen's forces had left for Kings Landing not even a day after the Siege of Dragonstone, when news of Missendei's disappearance was heard. Everyone was aware Cersei had ordered Euron to take her. 

   But there was little his Queen could do with only her Unsullied and black Dragon nearby, as so much of a twitch would end their fates right where they stood. Tyrion felt his hand clench even as he did not do so. His sister was winning, and with each step, she was outsmarting him. 

   Ironic, as he was the one who outsmarted her, but only for a time. 

   When Missendei was brought forth atop the gates with a monstrous guard behind, the man felt his Queen's worries explode. The former slave was a dear friend and advisor to the Dragon Queen in the past few years. Losing her would rip Daenerys from her only, good memories in Essos. He would not fail her again. 

   Tyrion then brought his attention to the gates as they were pulled open, revealing Grand Maester Qyburn walking out. Tyrion knew very little of the man, other than his rise to power after the death of Maester Pycelle. Tyrion's eyes then traced to the left on the man's chest, spotting the golden insignia of The Hand of The Queen. He had to admit, the man seemed to be favored by his sister. 

   Slowly, Tyrion began to walk forward towards Qyburn, feeling the nervous glare from his Queen and worried look from the princess. Neither wanted him to die, but if it would take his life to spare Missendei's and those trapped within the city, then so be it. Afterall, he had failed his Queen too many times already for her to forget. 

   Within seconds, the two men stopped when nearly six feet apart. Tyrion was first to speak. "Qyburn." He greeted. 

   "Lord Tyrion," the other man responded. "Traitor to the crown and advisor of Daenerys Stormborn." 

   Tyrion rolled his shoulders. "Queen Daenerys has come to demand Cersei's surrender."

   Qyburn's brow rose. "Queen Cersei has come to demand an immediate surrender of Daenerys and Vaerya Targaryen. Otherwise, Missendei of Naath will be executed immediately." He retorted. 

   "If you execute her, you'll be executing the lives of thousands by your own hand." 

   "Have your Queen acknowledge her wrongful actions and accept the terms for surrender, none will ever come to reality. That, I assure you."

   The Dragon Queen's Hand rolled off an uneasy feeling. Qyburn was a smart man, perhaps smarter than him. But only by a little. "You're a smart man, Qyburn. Help me see your level of knowledge by preventing a slaughter. I do not want to see the city burned or hear the screams of those trapped within these walls." 

   "Even the smartest man alive cannot prevent wars. Even you, Lord Tyrion, could not see through the Queen's plans on the attack on Dragonstone." Tyrion recalled the vivid memory of such a devastating battle. "If you were smarter than I, all those lives could have been saved."