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GAME OF THRONES
How I wished it had Ended
CHAPTER TWO

"If I am your Queen, then what if I command you to be my consort? Marry me Jon Snow, and we can break the wheel together!!" Daenerys looks at Jon with her beautiful blue eyes pleading for him to join her.
Jon is still wrestling with the thousands of dead in King's Landing. He has seen unspeakable cruelty and carnage today. He has witnesses the soldiers who fight for her executing people who have already surrendered. He has witnessed those same soldiers raping and pillaging. They follow their leaders, and Jon had no desire to be King of Westeros. He wasn't sure where he wanted to go next, but it wasn't to be the most powerful man in the Kingdom or to fight more wars. He had enough battle.
"I don't want it!" he insisted he did not want the crown.
Daenerys could not imagine anyone not wanting the Iron Throne. It was all she ever wanted since she was a little girl. Viserys her brother would have had the crown, but when he died, she felt the responsibility to take the Iron Throne back for her line weigh heavy upon her. There was nothing she wanted more than to regain her birthright and erase the stigma of her father, the Mad Queen by fighting against tyranny.
She was in denial about the destruction she had caused the city. She had justified all of the actions in her head and was not thinking clearly. She could not understand why Jon was hesitant to accept her offer. Jon shared her bed almost every night when they were together, and she thought his hesitation to marry the Queen of Westeros when she had shown her vulnerable side and asked him to marry her was an insult.
She was about to rescind the offer when a Yara, the Bottomless shouted to get their attention.
"Oi, you two love birds can hump when we've finished rounding up the spoils of battle," the Warrior Queen said. She was wearing a leather doublet that covered her chest and had a scabbard around her waist, but she was completely bottomless from the waist down. Her dark curly pubic hair was completely exposed. She was covered in blood as she had been in the thick of the fighting at the head of her Iron born soldiers with her brother Theon behind her. Theon wore a black suit of leather armor and held a spear to his Uncle's head. They were flanked by several other loyal reavers that served Yara Greyjoy.
Euron Greyjoy was bloody and missing some teeth. He had been wounded and looked thoroughly defeated. Euron wore his torn garish scarlet leather vest, but his pants had been pulled down around his boots so that he had trouble walking. Yara was dragging him by a chain attached to his cock.
"Looks like you can fulfill your vow and finally put on pants!" Jon Snow smiled at the interruption.
"I said I'd wear pants again when my Uncle dies by my hand," Yara smirked and yanked the thick chain causing great pain to her uncle's balls. "He is still breathing!" she smiled.
"Cut it off and make me like Theon and be done with it," Euron spat blood.
"Ramsay Bolton had such little imagination. Cutting off a cock ends all the fun things you can do with it. I can have it pierced and decorated and keep you on a leash by my side wherever I go like my little pet. You'll die by my hand one day but in my own sweet time. Until then, enjoy the view of my ass Uncle," Yara spat upon his head and stuck her ass in his face and ripped a fart while twisting a blade in his side.
"You've done well, Yara the Bottomless. You and your iron born can take any riches from the city that you can carry for your service. You have my gratitude," Daenerys smiled as she looked at the pitiful pirate cowering at her feet.
"There isn't much left to the city after you burned the best bits, my Queen" Yara was never one to mince words.
It was the first time Daenerys truly looked around her. Babies were crying, old ladies lamenting the fallen. People with faces burnt off praying to die as they shivered and crawled through the ashes. It appeared as if it were lightly snowing, but it was hot white ash from the cinders created with the Dragon Fire.
"I did what I had to do," Daenerys made no apology.
"Aye, my queen and more," Yara shrugged and pulled her Uncle along on a chain. "Let's find you a proper healer that isn't burnt to a crisp. I plan to keep you alive for a long time. I think you'll enjoy the taste of thin-paste gruel mixed with the cum of all my sailors. I'll be pissing in the bucket they slop you with personally," Yara tormented him and dragged him down the alleyway looking for anything of value that had not melted.
"I did what I had to do," Daenerys repeated to Jon.
"Are you asking me or telling me?" Jon asked her because it sounded as if even Daenerys did not believe it herself.
A contingent of Unsullied arrived to escort their Queen to the Red Keep. There wasn't much left of it, but the Iron Throne was intact. The great hall was damaged, and a good portion of the roof was exposed to the ash falling from the sky, but the moment she had been waiting for many years was about to be upon her.
Jon accompanied her to the throne room. They left the Dragon to find a perch for itself and enjoy some well-deserved rest.
"There it is," he said as he pointed to the throne made of a thousand swords that had been surrendered to Aegon the Conqueror.
"My brother used to tell me stories about this chair when I was a little girl. You have no idea what a thousand looks like when you are a child. I imagined the chair to be the size of a house," She said as she sat in it.
The metal was still hot from the heat that had destroyed much of the ancient seat of royal power in Westeros. It did not matter to Daenerys. She had endured pain many times, both physical and mental, and this was a trivial matter to sit in the throne finally.
"Somehow I thought there would be more to it," she smiled at Jon playfully as she looked around the nearly empty throne room and waited for something to happen when she sat on the throne.
"Now you see why I don't want it?" he asked her.
"Do you want me?" she asked him.
"Yes," he admitted.
"Then let us share this throne! I can't stop your birthright from being known. It was petty and foolish of me for advising you to hide it. Varys's little birds have already sent the message by raven to a thousand lords by now anyway," she said. She considered executing Varys for revealing the truth, but he was the master of whispers, and his job was to whisper. It was an inevitable secret that would find the light of day anyway. Sansa had told Tyrion, and she would tell others. It could be verified by Samwell Tarley and the Three-eyed Raven.
"I must think about it, My Queen," Jon said politely.
"What is there to think about it? Come break the wheel with me? There are wheels to be broken and tyrants to overcome. I don't want to stop at the Seven Kingdoms. I want to make the world a better place, and I know you do as well. We can do that together!" she promised.
"You are my Queen, now and always!" Jon said, "But I've had enough breaking of wheels and overcoming of tyrants for one day," he said more bitterly when pressed upon the issue. He was about to speak up about the fact she was a tyrant and didn't even realize when there was an interruption.
Greyworm and a contingent of Unsullied marched crisply into the room escorting Cersei and Jaime Lannister. They were in chains, but the Queen still wore the red dress she had on when she was captured. Jaime still had his armor but not his sword.
Cersei was pushed forward to face the Queen's justice.
"Put me to death and be done with this," Cersei's seethed her hatred of Daenerys.
"That would be easy, and if it is a death you wish, then I shall grant it," Daenerys said with a look of magnanimous generosity as she sat back in the Iron Throne. "First, I would see you bend the knee to the crown and recognize me as the true ruler of Westeros," she said.
"Impossible," Cersei laughed at the absurdity of the notion. "My brother slew your Mad King and put an end to the reign of the Targaryans. You have been banished," she said.
"Yet, I have returned, and I sit upon the Throne, kneel, and I shall let you and Jaime live," she said.
"Madness," Cersei said sourly.
"Madness? The Mad Queen?" Daenerys seized upon the word madness and took great offense. "You would like to see Madness?" she asked.
"I've already seen it as I was brought here. You burnt women and children. The so-called breaker of chains is the breaker of bones. You've no more right to that throne then your father," she snarled. It was deeply hurtful, and if Cersei was good at one thing, it was hurting people with words. Cersei held up the chains on her hands to show they were not broken at all. "You placed these here,"
Jaime cautioned his sister to bend the knee. It would make things easier, and it was a simple matter. They were captured, and their end could be swift or painful, but it would come if they didn't bend the knee.
"Kingslayer," Daenerys felt vindicated that he had shown his true colors. "I should have had you executed for slaying my father at Winterfell. You served well, and you had earned my gratitude and forgiveness. It is a pity you squandered that by aiding your sister now. Will you bend the knee?" she said.
"I will your Grace," Jaime knelt while his hands were chains and swore his allegiance.
"We have slain the Night King, but there is still a need for good men at the Wall. You may take the Black and serve there to stop Wildling Raiders from returning," Daenerys said.
Jon was uneasy. He had forged an alliance with the Wildlings and even promised them lands to the south. He did not want to see any more bloodshed over the wall. It had served its purpose. He wanted the people to be as one and pass freely.
Jaime was not interested in going to Castle Black and living a life as a Celibate, but he could always escape later if he lived another day, so he did not protest.
"Bend the knee, and recognize me as the true Queen and you shall still have your head by the end of this day," Daenerys promised Cersei.
"What good is my head without the Crown? When you play the game of thrones you win, or you die," she said.
"If you wish," Daenerys was willing to grant her a public execution. "Strip her naked," she said without sympathy.
The Unsullied wasted no time ripping the fine dress into tatters to expose Cersei's naked body to the room.
Tyrion walked into the throne room with Varys.
"Is this a bad time, Sister?" Tyrion quipped.
Cersei glared at her brother. She had an amazingly lithe and supple body and perfect tits. Tyrion was impressed as he looked her over. He had seen her walk naked during the atonement procession through the streets of King's Landing, but she was covered in mud and dung at the time.
"I have sentenced your brother to the wall, and we are still deciding your sister's fate," Daenerys looked imperiously at her Hand. She had grown distrustful of Tyrion lately. She felt everyone was conspiring against her, and he was always stirring up resentment towards her. The fact that he was closely related to her mortal enemies had made him even more suspect.
"Castle Black!" Tyrion strode confidently towards the throne past his naked sister and his brother. "I'd recommend pissing off the edge of the wall when you are there. It is breathtaking," he shared his gallows humor with his brother.
"I'll try to remember that," Jaime said with a wistful smirk.
"As Hand to the Queen, what would you advise I do with your sister? She refuses to bend the knee to the crown and recognize me as the true Queen of Westeros. She has asked to be executed," she was testing Tyrion. Would he suggest leniency for his sister?
"A marvelous idea," Tyrion smiled at his sister. She would have done nothing less to him if the shoe were on the other foot. "Why not make her do another walk of atonement only to the center of King's Landing where she can be executed? We can make a public holiday of the entire thing, and merchants can sell pastries and wine."
Daenerys was disappointed he didn't caution her to be lenient with his sister. It would have been proof to her that he was working against her as well. She was prepared to make him share whatever fate in a dungeon cell or at Castle Black that he advised. She thought to herself Brienne of Tarth had become a Knight it was probably time for the first female of the Night's Watch as well.
"I was thinking of doing it right here and right now," Daenerys was still testing him to see his reaction.
"That would be fine, but it would be better for the survivors from the city to see their Queen brought low through scorn and then executed. A fitting end for my sister," Tyrion had no love for his sister.
"Grey Worm, march her to the center of the city and behead her in my name. See that there are witnesses," the Queen instructed her grim Commander.
"Yes, there are not many who are melted to the ground so you may need a shovel to scrape some of them off the stones to witness it," Tyrion said sarcastically.
This was a grave insult to Daenerys. "How dare you!" she said.
Tyrion was sarcastic by nature, and he believed even his Queen would understand his sardonic sense of humor. "I am sorry if I overstepped with my joke. It was in poor taste, My Queen," Tyrion looked at Jon as he said the words to implore him to take over.
"I think what Tyrion is suggesting is we hold her in the dungeons until we can repair the city and then make a spectacle of her execution," Jon intervened.
"Do you wish that as well?" Daenerys question was another test. She wanted to see if Jon wanted mercy for Cersei.
"I think it would make a better show. I've no love for walks of atonement. They are humiliating and degrading, but they are far less brutal than an execution. If you are going to grant her both in the same day, what does it matter if she waits a few weeks?" he shrugged.
"Fine, march her as she is to the High Septon, and inter her with the sisters to discipline her every day until the day of her execution. Tyrion will plan the affair and make sure there are enough pastry and wine merchants," she said sarcastically to underscore his lack of importance to her in her court.
"The High Septon is dead, my Queen," Tyrion announced.
"Choose another and make the arrangements," she scoffed.
Cersei was taken to the Great Sept. It had been rebuilt after Cersei destroyed it however it was heavily damaged again from dragon fire. The matronly Septa Unella is there to greet her. Cersei is flogged and beaten for days. She is kept in a small cell and fed gruel and water on the floor in the same manner Maergery Tyrell was. Each day Septa Unella tells her to confess her sins and each day Cersei's resolve to defy her lessens slightly.
Meanwhile, the city does recover from the ashes.
The Queen delivers a speech before the assembled armies of the Dothraki, Unsullied and Northman that survived the battle. ”You kept all your promises to me. You gave me the seven kingdoms.” She gives an impassioned speech about breaking chains and defeating tyrants. The Unsullied pound their spears in the ground and the Dothraki rejoice.
Daenerys speaks to the Dothraki in their native tongue and thanks to them for defeating the men in Iron suits and pulling down their stone houses.
Jon & Tyrion look on in horror. ”Everywhere she goes evil men die & we cheer her for it. And she grows more sure that she is good & right.” Tyrion tries to convince him to end her before she grows more unstable.
She begins talking about plans for the conquest of other nations and how she freed them from slavery and will not rest until everyone is free.
"I want to introduce to you my betrothed," she says as she introduces Jon to the audience and they cheer. He has tremendous support from the soldiers as well.
Jon did not agree to marry her, and he is stunned as he is led before the combined armies. The Queen smiles at him, and she is no longer threatened when the cheers for him are louder than the ones for her. She feels they are the cheers for them both.
"I cannot do this," he said.
"Nonsense," she said. "I am the Queen. If I were the King and I wanted you, then you would marry me without question. Why is it so hard to believe that a Queen would not have the same power to marry who she wishes?" she said as she waved at Yara.
Yara was standing without pants in front of Euron who was on the ground. Euron's eye was black, and he had bruises where he had been beaten. He too was wearing no pants, but now he had on a pink silken harlot's chemise to cover his hairy chest. He was chained.
"We have our first female knight in the history of Westeros. I should allow Castle Black to take women as well. There is no reason they cannot serve there," she said.
"The men of Castle Black take a vow of chastity to give up their lands and lovers to dedicate themselves to the mission," Jon explained gruffly. He took offense to her denigrating their service even though he himself had changed the rules and permitted Wildlings into the Castle.
"What mission? The night King is dead. They are border patrol to stop raiders. I should make Jaime and Cersei do their walk of atonement together to Castle Black and then join the Night's Watch. What do you think? That would be the merciful thing to do, wouldn't it? It was what Ned Stark would do?" she asked.
Jon held Ned in high regard and even mentioning his name in jest was enough for him to take offense. Jon was wary of her behavior.
"Why can't men do walks of atonement anyway? They can be just as unfaithful," she said. Then she ordered the Unsullied to bring Cersei and Jaime both to the Square where she was addressing the troops.
"Bring them both naked," she instructed.
"You cannot make someone do a walk of atonement across Westeros. The snows in the North would kill them before they reached the Wall anyway," Jon explained.
"That would be a pity because?" Daenerys asked rhetorically with a smile before turning back to her soldiers and rallying them with a speech about future glories and the long road to unite Westeros under the Targaryen banner.
"Those of you who know Jon Snow has known him as many things. The King of the North. You've known him as the Commander of Castle Black. He has been victorious in many battles, and his reputation as a man of honor is unparalleled. He was slain and rose from the dead just as I was unburned by fire. He can do what most can never dream of doing. He can ride a Dragon," she said as she pointed dramatically to the fearsome Drogon sitting close guard over his Mother the Queen of Dragons.
"Only a Targaryan can ride a Dragon. I am sure many of you have heard the rumors, and if not, I am here to confirm them. My new Grand Maester Samwell Tarley confirmed he is Aegon Targaryen. Aegon Targaryen, the legitimate son, and heir of my eldest brother Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark!!"
It is the first Samwell. I was hearing of his new position as her advisor and membership in the small council. He wasn't sure what to say about that, but he was enthusiastic. He would send for Gilly at once to live with him.
There is tremendous cheering as she goes over his many titles and his lineage and enjoys the crowd's exultation while waiting for the Lannister prisoners.
Cersei's body has been whipped, and her ass is red from a fresh spanking as she is prodded by King's Guard naked before the soldiers in chains. She looks defiant but somewhat broken by the constant tortures. Her figure is a little gaunter from eating only gruel and water for a few days.
Jaime's beard is unkempt, and his hair is disheveled. He still holds his head with dignity even though he is marched into the square naked. He had been permitted clothes and adequate food while he was in the Dungeon, but at the Queen's order, he had been stripped naked and marched in front of the soldiers in the nude. He had a big cock and a handsome body, and he wasn't ashamed in any way.
Cersei looked straight ahead. She was humiliated inside and felt a fresh wash of embarrassment creep over her as the eyes of thousands of soldiers many of whom had their cocks cut off and couldn't have sex with a woman stare at her nudity in the center of their procession.
"I have decided to offer you another chance at mother's mercy," Queen Daenerys shouted her offer so that the soldiers could hear her on the raised dais she stood upon.
"Save it," Cersei muttered.
"You may do a walk of atonement through King's Landing as we had planned although your brother will join. However, you must make a choice. You and your brother can walk to the headman's ax and offer your heads to his blade of your own free will after confessing your sins," Daenerys paused to let the condition they 'confess sins' sink in.
"What sins?" she scoffed "You are marrying your own nephew!"
"The sins of incest hardly matter in affairs of the heart, which is why I wish to grant you the Mother's Mercy. You do not have to confess what everyone already knows. You confessed it as part of your previous walk of atonement and were forgiven," she explained. The Queen told Cersei that her sin was vanity, pride, and the narcissism to think that she was the rightful ruler of Westeros. "Your sons were never born of the traitor Baratheon blood, and he was the King. You tried to place them both on the throne that belongs to my family. That alone should merit a painful death, but I will grant you another choice," the Queen paused.
Cersei wasn't interested in making a choice OR being a spectacle whose death would amuse her subjects and solidify her reign.
"You can both walk out of the gates of King Landing together," Daenerys paused to allow Cersei to contemplate walking out of King's Landing and away from this place before adding "You will be accompanied by my guard and protected. You will perform your walk of atonement in every city, village or dung heap that you pass until you reach Castle Black where you will BOTH take the Black and join the Night's Watch together," she said.
There were howls of raucous laughter at the very thought of a woman taking the black and walking naked to make the attempt. The walk was hundreds of miles through rough terrain and snow. There had never been a female in the Night's Watch.
"You will be whipped and flogged along the procession and fed only gruel and water. You will be permitted to sleep chained up when the men escorting you need to rest. However, you WOULD be permitted to serve together and spend your days with one another once you arrived and took the black," Daenerys promised that Cersei would never get another chance to live if she didn’t take the offer.
"On one condition," Cersei looked scornfully at the Queen and said that she would do it if Daenerys walked with her.
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