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KINGSLANDING
TYRIONS POV
It had been two moons since his queen had taken the iron throne. She had done so with zero bloodshed. She had the whole realm turn against Cersei. Cersei had been dethroned, trialed and executed. He had gotten exactly what he had wanted. If only Cersei had been a decent sister to him, things could’ve ended up much different.
He was sat in the council room waiting for his queen to arrive. Other members of the council were Lord Varys, master of whispers also known as the Spider, Lady Olenna Tyrell as Master of Coin, Ser Jorah as Master of War, Lady Yara as Master of Ships and Edric Dayne as Master of Laws.
In the two moons that Daenerys had been ruling, Kingslanding had been prospering. The Small Folk had enough food and many new opportunities provided to them by the queen.
DAENERYS POV
She had restored the Targaryen Dynasty and she was proud of herself. From this position of power she actually had a chance to make the lives of the people better and take Westeros through a new age of prosperity and peace.
She had also entered into a betrothal with Willas Tyrell, Warden of the South. Lady Olenna had pushed for this match. Her hand had advised her that it was a good one and it would create more stability. Willas was a gentleman. Despite having a crippled leg he was still able to move around without crutches. He was tall and had light brown hair and brown eyes and a kind bright smile. She enjoyed his company well enough, he was well educated and often told her interesting stories that he had read about. However it was not love. Passion had been missing, but she would do her duty and marry him in a moons turn.
All the kingdoms except the North had bent the knee to her and recognized her as the Queen. The North had crowned their own King, a man by the name of Jon Snow. She did not know much of him other than the fact that he was the Usurpers dogs bastard son. He had been a man of the nights watch until he forsaken his vows and taken Winterfell back from the Boltons.
A moon ago she had received a raven from this ‘King’, he had declared that he was on a ship to Kingslanding to meet with her. He would be arriving today according to her advisors.
She made her way to the council room, all members of her small council bowed.
“Your Grace, we have just received word that Jon Snow has arrived with a small party” said Lord Tyrion.
“I have organized sufficient chambers for this Jon Snow and his party” said Missandei her dearest friend.
“Thank you Missandei” she replied with a nod.
“How do you think we should proceed with dealings with this Jon Snow, my lord hand” she enquired.
“The best thing would be to get him to bend the knee quick. The northerners are stubborn lot but I’m sure if you show Jon Snow the kind of queen that you are he will be willing to bend his knee and recognize you as his queen. I don’t see why else he would be making this trip if not to bend the knee. I suggest we have a private supper with him this evening” answered Tyrion.
“Very well. Any other matters that need to be addressed ?” She questions.
“Your Grace, I would request funds to build more ships in order to be able to bring more goods from Essos” enquired Lady Yara.
“Lady Olenna, do we have the funds to spare ?” She asked.
“Yes, Your Grace. The Reach will be more than happy to provide coin if the crown runs short. We are to be family soon enough” replied Lady Olenna.
“I thank you” she replied with a smile.
The small council all made their way out of the chamber room, except Missandei and Ser Jorah.
“Ser Jorah, do you think the North will ever accept me as their queen” she asked.
“You are the best ruler they could hope to have. The north cannot sustain themselves without aid from the other kingdoms. They will see reason why their best chance of prospering is to stay apart of the seven kingdoms” he replied.
Ser Jorah had always believed in her and that she would be the right queen, from the start and she appreciated his unyielding loyalty to her.
“Thank you for the counsel Ser Jorah” she nods and dismisses him.
“So how do you think this Jon Snow will look ? ” asked Missandei with a grin on her face.
She was curious herself to see what he looked like.
JONS POV
After a moon of traveling they had finally reached. He had been sea sick for a good portion of the journey. He was relived to be finally on ground. He looked around a spotted a party of guards as well as the Imp making their way towards him.
“The Bastard of Winterfell” came Tyrions voice.
“The Dwarf of Casterly Rock” he replied with a smirk on his face.
“It seems that you have accomplished much since the last time I saw you. King in the North. I do hope that you are here to bend the knee to Queen Daenerys” said the Imp cheekily.
“I am here to seek assistance to fight the Great War” he replied sternly.
He knew that it would be hard to convince them that the Night King and White Walkers were real but he had to if they were going to stand a chance to defeat them. He needed Dragonglass, Dragons and a big army all which could be provided by Queen Daenerys.
“The Great War ?” questioned Tyrion.
“I wish to discuss the matter with Queen Daenerys alone” he answered.
“This is my Hand, Ser Davos Seaworth” he introduced.
“Pleasure to meet you Ser Davos” replied Tyrion.
“You as well, My Lord” said Davos with a nod.
“Follow me as I lead you to the queen” came Tyrions voice.
After a while they finally entered the chamber and there appeared the Queen sitting on the Iron Throne. She was much tinier than he had imagined. Silver hair intricately braided, and violet eyes. The only word he could think of to describe her was exquisite. Her beauty was otherworldly. She was exactly what you’d imagine a Targaryen to look like.
“You stand in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, rightful heir to the Iron Throne, rightful Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the Mother of Dragons, the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Unburnt, the Breaker of Chains” said a lady that was stood next to the throne.
“This is Jon Snow, He's King in the North” announced his own Hand.
“Pleased to meet you Jon Snow, I hope the winds weren’t to harsh” said Queen Daenerys. Her voice was gentle and yet it still commanded attention.
“The winds were fine, Your Grace. I was hoping I could speak to you in private about an urgent matter” he enquired.
“Very Well. My advisor Missandei will lead you to your chambers. A bath will be drawn for you and you party and supper will be served. You will join me for a private audience in my solar” replied the queen.
DAENERYS POV
She was sat in her solar with her hand awaiting the arrival of Jon Snow. He was incredibly handsome, dark hair and eyes so dark it appeared as ink. He also seemed very muscular and well built. Her hand had told her that he means to discuss a Great War. She was curious to hear more about it.
“Perhaps he means to join the North and South together through marriage to gain your aid for this Great War ? “ said her hand.
“Mayhaps. However, I am betrothed and I don’t think the Reach will appreciate me breaking it off to marry some Northerner that’s in open rebellion to the crown” she replied.
“But this would join both sides and the Northerners will be more willing to accept you if you marry their King” her hand replied.
She heard a knock on the door. “You may enter” she called out.
Jon Snow enters. He appears much cleaner than he was earlier. His wet locks are tied back. He looks very handsome.
“Your Grace” he nods.
“Lord Hand, you may leave” she commands.
“Please take a seat, my lord. Would you like some wine ?” She asked.
“Wine would be fine. I much prefer ale though” he responds.
She pours him a glass and takes a seat across him.
“Ale ?” She questions.
“Aye, it’s a drink we have in the North. Much stronger and bitter than wine. I get the impression that you would not enjoy it much” he responds with a grin.
“I’d be willing to try it, have you brought any with you ?” She questions.
“Aye, there is some in my chambers, I’d be willing to bring some tomorrow to supper, that is if you would be willing to dine with me ?” He responded.
“I would be willing. Tell me about yourself and what has brought you to Kingslanding. My hand has told me you speak of a Great War” she said.
“As you probably know I’m Lord Eddard Starks bastard son. When I was old enough I joined the nights watch, there I became the Lord Commander. I discovered an Army of Dead. The Night King is the one that leads him. They are an army of 100 000 dead. If we don’t unite they will make a graveyard of Westeros. They can only be killed by Dragon fire, and Dragonglass. I need you help, if any of us are to survive this war” he said in a serious tone looking straight into her eyes.
“An Army of Dead ? Am I suppose to believe this tale” she questioned.
“Says the woman who has dragons. Magic exists and I have no reason to lie. I’m desperate for help” he then reaches across and takes her hands in his own. Immediately she feels a spark, and overwhelming warmth floods her body.
“Please help us” he pleads.
“Bend the knee and I will help you, Jon Snow” she responded.
“I never asked to be King, the North appointed me and then they wed to me of to Wylla Manderly. If I bend the knee they would see it as a betrayal, it would cause havoc in the North and we need to be United if we’re to stand a chance”
“You would keep the North together as the warden. That is my offer Jon Snow. If the Seven Kingdoms are to prosper we need to be United. I cannot have the North in open rebellion. How would you even provide food and other goods for your people without help from the other kingdoms” she questioned.
“Aye, I realize we do not have the means to survive through the winter without your aid. But what would you have me do ? The Northerners will not accept you Daenerys” he replied in his deep Northern voice.
“After saving them from this army of the dead I am sure they will. Bend the knee Jon Snow” she challenges.
“Allow me to think about it, Your Grace” he nodded and exited the chambers.
JONS POV
He had been up all night thinking about what Daenerys had said. The only way he could gain her help was if he bent the knee. He had nothing else to offer, perhaps if he had still been unwed he could’ve offered a marriage alliance to unite the North and South however he had been forced to wed Wylla two moons ago.
She was a nice girl and pretty enough, but they just didn’t connect. When he had bed her it had not been passionate and felt like him just performing his duty. She however hadn’t gotten with child yet. He wondered if he was the reason why since he did not even get a babe on Ygritte. Perhaps the gods would not allow him a bastard to produce more bastards.
When he had grabbed Daenerys hand the previous night he had felt passion and a fire burning in him. He could not stop thinking about her, it was undeniable that he wanted her. But alas he couldn’t do anything about it, firstly he was married and he would honour his vows and secondly which Targaryen queen would be attracted to a bastard.
The Next Morning
TYRIONS POV
He made his way to the queens solar to enquire about how the meeting had went with Jon Snow.
He knocked on the door and entered when he heard Queen Daenerys say enter.
The queen was reading over some scrolls.
“Your Grace” he said and bowed.
“My Lord Hand” she replied not lifting her eyes from the scrolls.
“How did the meeting go with Jon Snow” he enquired. “Northerners can be quite dull company”
“Jon Snow wishes for aid against the Great War. According to him there is an Army of dead that are coming for all of us. They can only be stopped by dragonfire and Dragonglass” she responds tirelessly.
“Do you believe him ?” He asked.
“I don’t think he would lie about something like this. I myself have brought dragons back, I can’t deny that magic exists in the world and this army of the dead could possibly be real” she replied.
“So are you going to help him ? I would suggest offering help in return for the north bending the knee. We all know they cannot survive without the aid of the other kingdoms” he responded.
“That’s precisely the offer I made to him. I’m waiting for his response” she replied.
“He will be smart to accept. A marriage alliance would’ve been perfect” he suggested.
“He is already married, Lord Hand. To Wylla Manderly” she responded.
“Ahh, I see. Such a foolish move from them. They could’ve secured aid from another kingdom if they chose a bride from elsewhere. Perhaps you could marry your heir to his heir one day. To form a strong bond between the North and South. That should satisfy the northerners as they will one day have Northern blood on the throne. It will also ensure more loyalty” he replied.
“That is a good idea, however you know I cannot have a child” she replied with a sad look on her face.
“I don’t believe in witches curses. I think Daario probably could not have children” he replied.
To that the queen does not respond. She just continues reading over the scrolls.
“I’ll take my leave” he then bows and leaves.
He makes his way around the castle and eventually finds Jon Snow in the courtyard engaged in a conversation with Ser Davos.
“How are you enjoying Kingslanding ?” He asked them with a grin.
“I have to say, My lord, it’s looking far better than when I was here last time. The people look well fed and actually happy. The city is no longer stinking of shit. It seems your queen has done quite a good job” said the Onion knight.
“That’s our queen, always trying to improve the lives of the small folk. You should just bend the knee, Jon. It will be in the best interest of the North. She’s got some amazing ideas about the world she wants to build” he suggested.
“Aye, I don’t doubt that she’s a good queen. But I know the Northerns they will not accept this decision” replied Jon.
“They chose you to lead them. You’ll make them see reason. You need her help for this army of the dead, you bending the knee will ensure that you get it. The whole seven kingdoms United to defeat this army” he advised.