Mind Of Three Queens

Gulltown

Sansa read the letter again, not believing that Tywin is actually dead, it seems impossible to be since the man has lived for so long.

"Your Majesty, a message from Lord Umber." She turned to the handmaiden her 'host' had given to her, Rodrik Arryn has attempted to be generous and kind but she still doesn't trust him, but apparently, her sister thinks otherwise, especially after what he did a week prior to now.

She read the message of SmallJon stating their support to her, Rodrik had sent ravens to all of the Lords of the North to tell them she and Arya are in the Vale and safe. Umber, Karstark, Manderly, Reed, Mormont, and Forrester and Glover sent replies of waiting on her word to gather. House Bolton isn't without their allies as Dustin, Ryswell, Whitehill, Cerwyn, and Hornwood have bent to them; some even willingly.

Word came that Stannis had also gotten the allegiance of the Mountain Clans of the North for his war going south. She was hoping Stannis would take the capital, to free her much sooner than now.

She also had given her hair its original color, red like her mother. Rodrik mad sure she was given much comfort while he was away, she assumes he feels responsible for her and Arya with his friend and her father gone like Robb and mother, Bran and Rickon are dead too, and Lady; her beautiful Dire Wolf is gone as well or owned by the turncloaks.

"Thank you, you may go." She commanded and the servant left without complaint, an effect of being a monarch.

She dreamt of being a Queen all her life, the moment Old Nan told all the stories of knights and fair maidens, saving the princess who becomes Queen with a gallant husband. Joffrey was supposed to be that Gallant King but was a nightmare, Loras was next and was a schemer with his sister as she was told. Rodrik seems the same sort, southerners are all alike and she wanted to be part of it once a long time ago, now she wants nothing to do with it or the people.

She missed Arya who snuck off to join the army that marched out of the passage, she wished her sister was a lady; the child doesn't need to be on the field of battle. She sighed and sat down and began writing the replies to her new lords, promising them much for their support in her claim over the domain of the Northern Kingdom, hopefully, it takes.

King's Landing

Cersei drank her wine in complete and utter anger towards the Wingless Falcon of the Vale. The vile would be King would dare house not one but two little wolf bitches, Sansa killed her son along with her imp brother, then in the North the Boltons are already having trouble in controlling the remnant rebel lords, and that pathetic Stannis and his group. Her father's death also opened the gates to the fanatics known as the Sparrows, her cousin Lancel among them.

Her anger increased upon looking at the viper on her father's desk, House Martell must be insane to believe they have a single chance in taking on her family. Oberyn's own death has opened the door to having Dorne rebel all over again, enemies in the north, northeast, northwest and possibly the south, then there is the Dragon Bitch in Slaver's Bay.

She now knows who Rodrik sides with and will forever be an enemy to her family, and his daughter. She will grow to hate him, loathe him and wish his demise and she will work for that, same with Sansa and her sister, with Stannis, the Martells, everyone and especially the new Queen herself who has all but stolen her second born son from her.

Smiling she drank the last of her wine. She has a plan to deal with that problem, just the right plan.

"Ser Meryn," she called and the knight walked in without complaint, smiling she ordered, "Prepare an escort, I will personally see this 'High Sparrow'."

Moments later, an hour at the most she met the man himself. Talking of the Seven and that the poor are more important and that he would give even his own shoes if someone were to need them. She could see he was a clear fanatic from just the way he spoke, the perfect weapon to turn on the Tyrells and the enemies to her families rule.

It wasn't long before she had commanded the man to meet and named him the new High Septon after the last shockingly perished inside of the Black Cells. She would use him to deal with Margaery and then cut loose ends, after that she will turn her sights on the red-haired harlot in the Vale along with the man she thought she had fallen for.

[Mereen]

Daenerys Targaryen, Queen of Westeros and Mereen watched the small man pour them a cup of wine.

"So have you decided, if I am worthy of your service?" She asked him, remembering what had been said after he and Jorah were discovered in a show of men killing each other, Hizdar believes she would embrace the Great Games if she would see what is to come. Suffice to say, she was not convinced, but she was found in rage to seeing the man she banished for betraying her and Tywin Lannisters son, Tyrion Lannister.

"Have you decided whether or not you'll have me killed?" Tyrion asked her back, she cracked a smile and looked away from him.

"That would be the safest option, wouldn't it." She retorted, the man wants to be cheeky then so can she.

"I would assume you are right, its what your father would have done." A frown took her over at the mention of her father.

Ser Barristan told her of the man before his death, that he laughed at innocent men burning and was mad beyond description. Her brother had also told her of their father and that he was, that he was a just and kind and that when the rebellion began that they were evil and ambitious men looking to take the Targaryen power from her family. She doesn't entirely know what to believe, though Barristan seemed a lot more believable than her mad brother who would let her be raped a thousand times to make him King.

"I know who my father was, Barristan told me. I know why the Mad King earned his name." She started and added to the subject with a question, "And what would your father do in my place, instead of speaking about mine?" Tyrion's expression became sullen at the mention of Tywin Lannister, the man who truly sacked her home and killed her family.

"I'd say my father's thoughts on having me killed were abundantly clear, he publicly sentenced me to death for a crime I didn't commit." Pity for the man now, she didn't know that lions killed or wanted to kill their own cubs. She frowned once more before looking into her cup of wine, "So here we sit, two terrible children of two terrible fathers."

"I'm terrible?" She responded in surprise to the Dwarfs words.

"I've heard stories."

"Then why come thousands of miles away to see me if you heard 'stories'?, A wasted trip." She stated to him, "I can understand, under my rule, I am reopening the fighting pits. So maybe I am terrible." She went on and thought to herself that maybe she was terrible, bringing a tradition back from a time of cruelty.

"You might be the right kind of terrible, you halted slavery, freed many from suffering, agreed to marry someone to make peace with the nobility, wise choices; all of them," Tyrion said to her and in that moment, she saw that he meant every word.

"Thank you."

The conversation took a turn, question for question and answer for an answer. From arguing about Varys, the Spymaster and Jorah the Traitor, all the way to his sister. He then went on to talk about his brother and she reconsidered killing him for mentioning the Kingslayer himself, a man she hopes to never meet for fear of letting her anger take her over.

"I have decided, you are going to advise me- While we can still speak in complete sentences." He looked miffed at the swiping of his wine, "Tell me how I can get what I want? Westeros?" She asked him and he looked like she was arrogant, she won't argue as she grew this from ruling here in Mereen for as long as she did.

"Ah The Iron Throne, perhaps you should want something else- "

"If I want jokes then I will find a proper fool, everything I have done was for taking what I have inherited. Westeros is mine, and I will reclaim it." She snapped and was angered at the little man jokes.

"I'm not entirely joking, look at what you did here? All the lives you changed for the better, maybe this is where you are meant to be. The Iron Throne and Westeros is only a small place compared to the future you can build here." He preached to her and she only grew flustered and angry, what was all this meant for if not to retake the Iron Throne.

"I will continue my work here and beyond, but this is not my home- " She tried to interject and he stopped her.

"Who will support you? Yes, you have the army but the North had an army and were defeated." She retorted with the comment that the common folk will support her claim, "Without the rich and high nobility, you will be defeated once more, like here you had to give and take with both the nobility and common people." He argued back and she found herself quite annoyed with Tyrion already. "House Targaryen is gone! Not a single one that shares blood with you is alive, the Stark's are gone, our terrible fathers saw to that, the remaining Lannisters won't support you; not ever, Stannis's whole claim is like yours and won't bend, then there's House Tyrell and Arryn which is not impossible, but not enough- " she stopped him there, she needs to stop him.

"Stark, Targaryen, Baratheon, Lannister, Arryn, Tyrell. They are spokes on a wheel, this ones on top then that ones on top and on and on it spins, crushing those to the ground." She said with bold words and thought she finally got it through, but Tyrion is not convinced.

"Beautiful dream, stopping the wheel. You are not the first dream it, and you won't be the last."

"I'm not going to stop the wheel... I'm going to break the wheel."