Kingslayer [Game of Thrones] ✓

Supremity and Unity

The woman, expectant of whomever it may be daring enough to request her audience, sits on her throne, opulently dressed in a dress, sheer enough to let the rosiness of her skin show through.
Her dark green eyes framed by long black hair with two white strands in the front focus on the man accompanied by five guards entering the throne room.
"Ah. A lion entering the snakes pit. How refreshing.." Her voice, venomous yet so sweet and seductive catches the men off guard. Getting up she walks right to the edge of the podium. Her eyes narrowed at them. "Tell your father that there will never be business with Westeros again. Under no circumstances." "My father does not like to not get his will. What he doesn't get he will claim himself." Suddenly lances are pointed at them. "He can try. Not even with the golden company or all of Westeros he could win against me. I am not some dimwitted arm accessory, Lannister. I am a snake. I am poison. Slow death. We are superior to your troops since we have the largest water force known to men. Not even the Iron islands can keep up. And our land forces have tripled since I actually started using the money we no longer lose but win in a fair trading deal with Pentos for paying my men. Try it. Try and attack me. I will crush you and kindly take charge of your deserted kingdoms so that they may not suffer without guidance." Looking at her men. "Did you hear him? Westerosi asskissers attacking us! Do you get the joke too?", she snickers. The men exchange looks and soon after all of them break into laughter. Loud, heartfelt laughter of pure amusement. "Try and force us to trade with them.." The laughter gets even louder. The men around Jaime Lannister are visibly uncomfortable while in the blond lion anger rises. With long strides the Queen is right in front of them and suddenly the laughter stops. "Get these classless fools out of here. I've seen enough of their performance and declare it.. worthless. But first.. let them see what our true opinion of them is." "Yes, your highness!" The men are forced to a balcony that the serpent steps onto and drowned in their applause and cheers, all hailing their queen as if she where a goddess. She raises her hand. "Today I was visited by westerosi guests, believing they can threaten us into a harmful deal with them again!" Protests and yelling are heard. "We will not and never again bow down to a drunkard king or an old, toothless lion! We are the poison that runs through veins, burning like fire and killing faster than the swipe of a blade! We are strong! We are united and I will fight with and for you until my demise! My people!! Should these bands of bastards show up on our doorstep, what will we do?!" The crowd chants. Even the women and children. "Slaughter! Slaughter! Slaughter!" "Too long they have used us, used you, my people, used me! But no longer and never again! Never again our children will feel hunger when we can not pay for bread! Never again will we actually lose money when working hard to gain it! Never again will our countries name stand for a cheap whore handing herself out for nothing!!! We are worth more than that and I will defend your honour until my last breath! Tell me! Will you defend mine?!"
The roaring crowd cheers loudly and the Westerosi men can barely believe their eyes. Common folk standing so strongly behind their monarch was a rare thing in Westeros. Only the North was willingly united behind the Stark banner.
But this.. it was intimidating.
"Send them back to the shithole they came from. They shall drown in it alone." As the guards push them out of the room they see her jump off the balcony, entering the masses of her people fearlessly.

This was bad. And they all knew it. Matos was big and if the ships they had seen at the port was any indication she was not wrong. They were far superior. As their ship leaves the port they can see her stand on a hill with the crowd behind her, yelling curses at them. She takes a deep breath. "Slaughter!!!" The people immediately join in and the word echoes with the power of thousands of lungs over the waters surface. Their yells still filling their ears when they are already far out of sight.
Jaime Lannister paces on deck. Neither Robert nor his father would be very impressed.

Walking back to the palace, not without kindly brushing over any child's cheek when it is pushed in her direction she steps back into the throne room. Her eyes meeting grey ones. "I know you are not him. You have been watching me for weeks now.. What is it that you want? You are not him.." She speaks, letting out a soft sigh. The hand of the man pulls off the face as if it were a mask. The man behind it, in her opinion, far more handsome anyways. "A faceless man. What brings you to me? Disguised as one of my temporary lovers of all choices..." "A man was curious. A man came to see the Serpent Queen for himself." She hums. Stepping close she looks him up and down. "Then why not disguise yourself as a servant I paid less attention to? Why would you lie to me?" His eyes look into hers. "A servant a man was before, yet it didn't bring a man close enough." "How close does the man before this queen desire to be?" "How close can a man get with the allowance of this queen?" She chuckles. "Does the training of a faceless man heighten the stamina?" "A man has been trained to be patient and enduring." Gesturing for him to come closer her hands grab the fabric of his shirt, turning him around and pushing him to fall into a seated position on her throne. With a swift move she sits in his lap, facing him. "There are 32 rooms between this very one and my royal chambers. How many rooms can this man take this queen in before he is too exhausted to give her what she desires?" "A man is willing to test his bodies boundaries." The light blue eyes lock onto the full, rosy lips hiding the split serpent tongue dripping with sweet venom and they collide. Strangers, yet already connected, if only spiritually and by desire. It would become much, much more.