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

Preparing For The Worse

Tyrion anxiously looked around him to find Unsullied and Dothraki readying the last ships that survived the wildfire attack, seeing the Northmen sharpening their swords, and the other men and knights preparing for the siege of Kings Landing.

   He suspected that his Queen hadn't noticed that he had freed Jaime, for everything around him was already distracting him. But Tyrion knew that if thousands of children and innocents could not escape before the attack and if Jaime could not convince Cersei to surrender, the entire city he was raised in would be destroyed.

   Though, he couldn't instantly try to convince Daenerys's mind, as he knew she had already decided. Seeing Vaerya and Jon trying to reason with her and fail proved his point. He needed to talk to someone else, someone that Daenerys still trusted to even listen.

   Jon was possibly his only chance of trying to stop Daenerys from creating a large river of blood, one that could stop her from getting to the Iron Throne. Perhaps if he spoke with him Jon could calm Daenerys down, just maybe.

   So as Tyrion walked back inside, passing by an Unsullied with eyes glaring angrily and ready to attack the city, he ignored the look and walked into Jon's chambers. The former King of The North already knew who it was by remembering the footsteps, and of seeing a figure's shadow creep up from behind him.

   "I don't suppose you are here to talk about politics and the grand scheme of things?" Jon asked, a bit sarcastically.

   "Perhaps, perhaps a bit more." Tyrion closed the door slowly, taking only a few steps into the room. "Our Queen possibly won't listen to either of those things in the future, however. There is still change in her during tomorrow's attack still, though I doubt a river of blood will be prevented." 

   Jon sighed. He was stuck between loyalty and honor, his loyalty was to Daenerys, but his honor was still devoted to The North. He couldn't turn his back on either one of them, and he couldn't agree with both of them either. Perhaps his honor towards The North was the very reason why the woman he loved was breaking apart in the inside.

   He told Sansa and Arya, the people he trusted the most to keep a secret. He knew Arya possibly better than Sansa--as she disliked him as children--but he still trusted her nonetheless. And yet, Sansa betrayed him by seeping out his secrets to others, Tyrion and possibly others.

   Maybe Daenerys was right, the truth would hurt her more than him. But if he were the male heir to the Iron Throne, then he had every right to abdicate, to reject claiming what his Queen wanted. If was Daenerys and between the Iron Throne, he'd picked Daenerys of course. 

   "I heard Sansa told you, the truth about me?" Jon inquired.

   "She did."

   "Have you?"

   The Hand of The Queen shook his head. "Have never had a reason to betray our Queen, not even if you were the rightful heir. Sansa may have told only just me, but you never know." 

   "I trusted her, I thought she could give me her word."

   "No one is as truthful as you, not even the rest of your pack. You can't help but imagine of how others have done the same to you, even if it broke your heart."  

   "I want to forgive her."

   "You can, not sure our Queen can agree to it." Tyrion replied. 

   Jon could easily remember his time being a part of the Nights Watch, a band of brothers sworn to protect the Realms of Men. When he led the Wildlings into Castle Black to save them from Hardhome being overrun by the Night King's army, the men he led and trusted betrayed him, the boy he trusted the most even plunged a dagger into his heart.