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GAME OF THRONES
How I wished it had Ended
CHAPTER THREE

"I told you to make a choice not to make a deal," Queen Daenerys was annoyed with Cersei's response. She had heard Cersei was cunning and vicious. She wished she had her on her side. She could have used someone with her willingness to do whatever it took to rule if she had been loyal to Daenerys, but lately, she began to wonder who truly was. She no longer trusted Varys and Tyrion fully and would need to consider replacing them on her small council and choosing a Master of Coin who wasn't going to loot the treasury and become a whore monger. She had already decided that Greyworm would be her Commander and Brienne of Tarth would serve as the Captain of the King's Guard.
"If it is the company you are after on your journey then I'll send my Uncle to keep you warm," Yara the Bottomless laughed wantonly and twisted a pin she had driven through her Uncle's bare, shaved cock to cause him unbearable pain.
"Why would I ever cut off such a source of constant amusement for me, Uncle?" Yara asked him with a wicked grin as one of her reavers kicked Euron with a boot to the back of the head before he could stand up and defend himself.
"Stay down unless you want this pin up your asshole as well," Yara said adding "Unless you like that sort of thing? You seem like the type who likes things up his asshole, don't you? How many of my Reavers have buggered the great Euron Greyjoy?" she pulled his nose and made him answer her.
"Fifty-Seven, my Queen," Euron said through broken teeth. He was missing most of his teeth now as they had been extracted during one of her many torture sessions.
"Is that all? I had more than fifty-seven on my first day with your crew. You can't become a bottomless cum receptacle if you don't take more cock! Perhaps your ass isn't as pretty as mine though? Gormund and Ladric will take you, won't you boys? Show him a good time! And prepare him to go follow the Lannisters," She made a show of turning over her prisoner to the tender care of her ruffians who kicked and beat the former legendary reaver.
Once the spectacle of Euron's public humiliation was overall attention shifted back to Cersei. The Queen was waiting for an answer.
"I say go to hell," Cersei shouted defiantly.
"If I could arrange for you to walk that far I surely would!" she said that since Cersei could not make up her mind that she would do it for her. "You've failed to take either of my generous offers. You could have been with your brother at Castle Black. You could have a swift death, and you've chosen neither," The Queen was toying with Cersei.
"I said, have the courage to do it with me!" Cersei repeated her earlier request. "You've burned King's Landing to a crisp. You killed more people than your Father ever did with his Wildfire. You've certainly killed more than I did at the Great Septon. Yes, I destroyed the Great Septon to stop my enemies and even as monstrous as it was it does not pale to what you have done for your throne. Look around you," Cersei implored Daenerys to look at the devastation. Ashes were still falling as white-hot embers fell from the towers and buildings that had been ruined by Drogon's terrible breath.
"In war," Cersei explained "Men die in the clash of steel. Women are raped. Wealth is looted. All of that would be expected for you to take King's Landing. You did so much more, though. So much killing? Have you ever counted the dead yet? It's been four days, and I'll bet you have no idea how many children you have left fatherless and motherless?" Cersei's voice was accusatory and scolding Daenerys.
"How dare you!" Daenerys did not wish to hear what she knew in her heart was true. It was not Cersei's place to publically accuse her of anything. This was her Crown and her rule.
"The great breaker of chains and mother of dragons," Cersei scoffed at the at Daenerys like she was a pretentious little girl who didn't deserve her titles. "You dare sentence me when you have done far more to create suffering then a hundred Targaryan's before you," Cersei declared her the Mad Queen and began shouting it.
There were murmurs in the crowd. Surviving refugees who were fleeing the burning city could hear the spectacle and stopped to listen.
Daenerys could not handle being called the Mad Queen. She felt this oppressive guilt pressing down on her like the heaviest weight she had ever felt. She could see the faces of her victims in her mind. She could see that noble pale horse as clearly as it had been when she cut the beast's throat. The one she calmly walked up and killed simply because it refused her touch. She stood there, watching it die and did nothing. She began to wonder if she truly was mad.
"Chain her and her brother together in the center of the square under constant guard. Anyone may use them as they see fit but see that no one kills them. When Cersei is ready to give me her answer we shall talk again," Daenerys declared abruptly and left to seek the council of Melisandre the Red Witch.
Jaime and Cersei were bound with their arms over their heads to wooden stakes driven into the stone in the drill square where the army had assembled to hear their Queen as the majority of soldiers returned to their duties or to looting the wealth of the dead. They were face to face within inches of each other but unable to touch. Cersei was on display before all of her former subjects. No one dared to touch the former Queen, but many stared at her and her brother and laughed. A few threw tomatoes and jeers at the defeated Lannisters.
Daenerys went to seek the Red Witch in her chambers. The Red Witch appeared to be expecting her as she lounged in a plush chair drinking wine.
"Do you know why I am here?" Daenerys asked.
"You seek my counsel," the Red Witch said coyly as she set down her wine.
"Do not play games with me, Witch" Daenerys was impatient, and she wondered if the Witch planned to betray as she had Stannis with bad advice.
"You do not trust anyone, and yet you seek me out," the Red Witch appeared flattered as she stood and approached Daenerys. Melisandre had a way of wielding her tits the way a man wielded a sword. She could mesmerize with her exquisite beauty. She had a mystical and dangerous quality about her and a morbid expression of detachment at all times. She did not fear death or the wrath of a jealous queen. She knew exactly why she was here.
"You wish to know if the dreams will end? No, they will not," Melisandre' said.
"Are you sending these accursed nightmares to me?" Daenerys accused.
"If I wished you harmed I could have done so many times with far more effective means than a dream," Melisandre assured her and Daenerys assumed this to be true. The Red Witch could summon shadow demons after coupling with a man. "You have saved my life despite the many things I have done that deserve execution, and I am grateful," Melisandre assured her that she was an ally.
"I can tell you how to appease the madness that has its hold upon you, but you will not like my answer," Melisandre' didn't need the power of prediction to know that much. "You must do the walk of atonement for your crimes against King's Landing and its people. You must do this walk for the people you have burned who did not deserve it before this as well. Do this, and you shall appease the fires inside of you that are driving your madness," Melisandre said like it was a medicine to walk naked through the streets.
"How can I have the respect of the people if I walk in disgrace through the city streets exposed and naked?" Daenerys was considering her words although she thought it impossible given her station as the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.
"How can you ever hope to have their respect if you do not atone for your crimes? You burned your Grand Master's older brother because he refused to bend the knee, but you are not the rightful ruler of the Iron Kingdom. You know this, and you announced it to your legion of soldiers. I serve the lord of light as well all do in our way. He demands a sacrifice in fire and purging of the unclean and unworthy, but what you did was not in his name. It was in your OWN name. If you want my advice then before you marry Aegon Targaryen you must do a walk of atonement from the High Septon to the Red Keep and then announce that Aegon is the true King and you are his consort," she said.
"Never!" Daenerys demanded.
"You were on fire and yet did not burn, and when you emerged, you stood naked before the Dothraki and declared yourself the victor. Did they look down upon you then?" The Red Witch said.
"No," Daenerys considered her words. She also remembered that Yara was a Queen in her own right and although the uncouth Iron Born are a bawdy folk even they had a difficult time accepting Yara's odd vow of nudity and austerity. It was only through her command and ability did she gain their respect after spending four months chained up on Euron's ship as his plaything.
"I shall accompany you," Melisandre slipped out of her red gown, revealing her perfect tits and shaved pussy. She explained to a stunned Daenerys that she had done many things that she regretted. "I will kneel before Ser Davos and beg his forgiveness for burning Princess Shireen as a sacrifice to bring a victory that never came. I failed my God, and I failed my King. Shireen's mother could not live with herself after she willingly offered her daughter to the Red God at my command and took her life.
"Ser Davos will never forgive you even if you did such a walk," Daenerys pointed out that Ser Davos had counseled her to kill Melisandre many times before this.
"It is not about obtaining his forgiveness but asking for it. That will quench the unwanted fire in my soul. I will be waiting for you at the Great Sept. They have an empty dungeon cell now that you have changed Cersei outside," Melisandre said in a whisper and casually walked out the door wearing nothing but an amulet around her neck leaving the stunned Queen in shock.
Daenerys needed several days to decide what to do next. She appointed Brienne of Tarth her Queen's Guard. She was still deciding who should be her Master of Coin. She had sent for Sansa Stark and was considering offering the position to her. Dany had sent for Sansa a few days earlier. She did not trust Sansa, but by bringing her closer to the court, Daenerys felt she could keep a closer hold on the North. If Sansa were left alone in Winterfell, she might start a rebellion, and Daenerys knew she would burn the entire North as she had King's Landing if that happened.
She did not sleep with Jon or talk to him during that time. She avoided him and made herself busy with the affairs of the court. There were ravens to be sent and announcements to be made. Titles to be granted.
All the while, Tyrion directed builders and merchants to begin rebuilding King's Landing. He was focusing on the harbor area and working diligently.
Every day Daenerys made the trek accompanied by her guard to the center of the drill square to address the Lannisters and ask if Cersei had made a decision. Today it was lightly raining, and that was raising the dust and ashes into the air. The sky was overcast and gloomy like it was in mourning for the fallen and ruined city. Despite the rebuilding effort it still looked like a mass grave for the fallen.
"Why don't you ask me what my decision is?" Ser Jaime asked.
"I do not care what your decision is," Daenerys said dismissively.
"I'll walk when you walk," Cersei answered the same thing every time.
Daenerys was considering it. She had her Master of Whispers confirm that Melisandre had walked naked to the Sept and voluntarily asked to be beaten and kept in Cersei's cell. The little bird that spied upon said a sister was whipping the bottom of her feet and making her squat over a little candle an inch from her pussy when he saw them in the torture chamber of the Temple. Melisandre was listing off names to numerous to remember of people she had murdered or betrayed.
The sister called her Melony, and she had been branded with the number 7 on her ass. The branding had not been there when Melisandre left.
"You may walk with the Red Witch. I hear she is occupying your old cell," Daenerys offered.
"I care not," Cersei said with an economy of words that suggested she really couldn't give a shit and had no idea who the Red Witch was.
"She says that atonement will quench the fires of rage that burn within your soul," Daenerys promised. She was trying to see if Cersei would confirm that for her since Cersei had made the walk once before.
"The only thing it will quench is your thirst if you hunger for piss when a man pulls his cock out and squirts you in the face," Cersei scoffed. She didn't want to admit to herself that after being thoroughly humiliated in her walk there was 24 hours immediately afterward where she wasn't mean to anyone and didn't feel rage and scorn for the imperfections of lesser people. However, shortly after that, she returned to her normal haughty and wicked self.
"You have been on this pole for four days. You will not leave until you make a decision where you are walking. Has anyone fucked you since you've been here?" Daenerys asked.
Cersei wouldn't dignify that with a response, but there was dried semen on her butt cheeks and chest.
"I am afraid that people are less inclined to come to a public square for sex out in the open then one might expect," Jaime said. His cock was semi-hard.
"I have no interest in your jests. They are in poor taste just like your brother," Daenerys dismissed him.
"His jokes in poor taste were his funniest ones," Jaime smiled.
"I can have you beaten," Daenerys threatened.
"Would you? I've been standing here all day, and I am starting to get bored," Jaime had been chained up for months in the Stark army camp and had endured many humiliations after he had his arm chopped off by bandits. He would not surrender his dignity or his attitude. He always remained above the indignities of his captors.
"I have been told by Tyrion he is arranging for a circus to be here on the day of your execution or your walk to King's Landing. They have a bear trainer who I am told has trained them to fuck a lady. They are not gentle," Daenerys promised Cersei.
"Perhaps they will be more willing lovers than Jon Snow your betrothed," Cersei said. Daenerys wondered how Cersei could play her emotions like a skilled musician strums an interest. Anger was coursing through her breast as she realized the naked, powerless woman that was her prisoner was getting the better of her in this exchange.
"We shall speak tomorrow," Danerys promised and retired to the Keep.
"Do try to bring some wine with you next time? my throat is getting parched," Jaime called after her.
"Have a soldier rape him and piss in his face," the Queen commanded to the guard's on duty as she stalked away in anger.
Later that evening while she was at dinner, she was eating next to Jon but not speaking to him. He excused himself and said he was not hungry and left the table.
"More for me," Tormund the red-bearded Wildling who was seated next to him grabbed his chicken and put it on his plate to stuff his face. He had been eyeing Ser Brienne as she stood behind her Queen. It made Brienne uncomfortable.
"You still have feelings for Jaime," Daenerys asked Brienne without looking up at her.
"That I do, your Grace," Brienne said while remaining at attention.
"Have you been to talk to him," she asked her Captain of the Guard.
"I have not," Brienne sighed.
"Do you think my punishment too harsh? Too wicked?" she asked.
"It is not for me to say, your Grace," Brienne said.
"If I ordered you to accompany them to Castle Black and have them beaten and humiliated would you do it?" She asked Brienne.
"I will obey any order you give me," Brienne answered and reminded Daenerys as she often did of her vow of loyalty and devotion to death.
"If I ordered you to accompany me on a walk of atonement, would you allow the citizens to beat and whip me? Jeer at me and pelt me with rotten tomatoes?" Daenerys asked.
Brienne was suddenly unsure of her answer. She had answered the other questions without even thinking because her duty to obey her orders was always clear. She was sworn to protect her Queen's honor, and it was an absurd question to Brienne to ask if she would ever allow her Queen to come to harm.
"If you ordered me to allow it then I would," Daenerys could tell Brienne answered the question diplomatically but that she did not approve of her Queen taking the walk of atonement.
"I would be happy to pick up a stick and beat the Red Queen myself though across the buttocks and other private areas, and I can hit quite hard your Grace," a trace of a wintry smile fell across Brienne's face as she pictured beating the snot out of the Red Witch. She did not like her at all and could not forgive that she had sent a shadow demon to kill Renly Baratheon. She had been his Captain of the King's Guard, and when he died, the blame fell to her since she was the only one with him at the time.
After dinner was over, Daenerys went to visit her advisors one at a time. She was always escorted by her Queen's Guard wherever she went, but they remained outside of their chambers.
Much of the Red Keep had yet to be repaired, but the royal chambers had been a priority.
She stopped first to speak with Ser Davos, the Onion Knight. He had been the King's Hand to Stannis Baratheon. She wanted to ask him about Shireen.
Ser Davos was quietly reading a book. He was moving his mouth quietly as he did so. The Queen inquired if she was interrupting and he quickly put the book down and politely invited her inside his chambers.
"I am sure you have heard that Melisandre has voluntarily surrendered herself to the High Sept to perform a walk of atonement," Daenerys said.
Ser Davos had hoped the matter was something of import. He looked down at the table and said that unless it was a walk to a pyre to burn for the things she did, he didn't care.
"Have you been to see her?" the Queen asked.
"I have not. My Queen" Ser Davos said firmly that such tortures had no interest to him. Even for one as wicked as Melisandre'. "She is probably enjoying it. I watched her put slugs on Lord Gendry to draw the blood of kings from him while she made love to him as he was bound," Ser Davos said with disgust. That hardly seemed all that painful and Gendry was getting to make love to a very lovely woman.
"You didn't see the places she put the slugs," Ser Davos frowned and suggested they had been on his penis and asshole without saying as much.
"It is unfortunate that holds no interest to you. Do you think that my sentence to Cersei and her brother is unfair?" she asked.
Ser Davos naturally declined to offer comment and question the judgment of his Queen. Cersei clarified the question and said that if he were passing judgment, would it be fair.
"I would prefer a nice clean kill without any muss or fuss. Your Majesty" Ser Davos admitted he would be satisfied with the executioner's ax. "I can see why you would make a show of her death for the sport of the people. They are hurting after what happened, and this will solidify your reign," he said.
"If I asked you to accompany them to Castle Black and ensure that they were beaten regularly and stopped at every dirt hovel along the way to dance and walk to the jeers of the crowd would you do that?" she asked.
"I've been many things in my career, but that sounds like a job for a member of the Sept. I am a simple man," Ser Davos said modestly.
"You are far from simple, Ser Davos," Dany told him before adding that he was fair.
"I would like to offer you the position of Justiciar and Master of Laws on my Small council," she said. The request was a formality. This was a command from his Queen, and no noble in the Kingdom could shrug off a calling from their ruler to the small council.
The position would advise the Crown on all matters of justice and enforcement. Acting as not only the realm's chief legal advisor, but also manages the Red Keep's dungeons, and supervises law enforcement.
"I would be honored," Ser Davos said with gratitude. It was real work, and he was excited. "I've been a smuggler for many years it will be interesting to finally work on the other side of the law for a change," he smirked.
"As your first act, I would like you to go to the High Sept and speak with Melisandre about her decision to submit to the walk of atonement. I would like you to tell me if you feel she is sincere," she said.
"Aye, I can do that," Ser Davos would go to the Sept if he must.
"I want you to secure her release and return her to the Red Keep," The Queen commanded.
It was rare if not unheard of that a woman submitted to the Inquisitors within the High Sept. However, it was asylum and holy ground. Even the Night's Watch could not extradite a deserter from within the walls of a Temple of the Seven. Ser Davos appeared concerned about the task at hand because it may be impossible even for a newly appointed Master of Laws to go against an ancient law.
"You will march her naked as she is and continue her tortures within the Red Keep where I can more easily observe. I do not want to be seen standing in the Great Sept watching her be tortured," she said.
"Your grace, I know very little about torturing and a woman like Melisandre is likely a very decadent vixen. I'd probably bring her more pleasure by tying her up with rope than discomfort," Ser Davos said. He was reminded of a young girl he used to know in Fleabottom who got the greatest joy out of waking up bound in rope and being hung from a tavern rafter and passed around from stranger to stranger having their way with her. As he recalled, so did her mother as well. That was a peasant whore though and not a noblewoman or a red witch. This was an entirely different manner.
"Talk to Ser Bronn or Tyrion. I am sure the two of them can help you secure a brute of low morals who will make even Melisandre' sweat in anguish. Get the routine from the Holy Sisters for her daily ablutions and punishments. Make it as there. I want a private viewing area where none can see me observe her punishment.
Daenerys was considering what it must be like for Melisandre, and she wanted to see it first hand without allowing the common folk to think she was obsessing over her curiosity.
"I hope I am not asking out of turn, your Grace, but can I ask why?" Ser Davos said. "I understand it won't do for the commoners to see their Queen watching a torture session. I am asking what you hope to learn?" Ser Davos added dryly.
"I am hoping to understand that as well. If there is any benefit to it or it is simply another means to inflict humiliation and degradation on women so that we know our place," the Queen replied.
"Shall I have a man brought here as well so you can observe the differences," he asked.
"Excellent idea, ask Yara if we can borrow Euron for a time and have the brute punish him as he would a man in the care of the Sept. I want to observe the differences."
"As you wish, my Queen" Ser Davos was discrete, and he would do exactly as she ordered. Melisandre's magic embers were dying after her battle with the Night King. She had reverted to who she was before her magical powers as Misony the slave of Lot Seven. The innocent youth that she was over a century ago when she first wore the magic amulet that sustains her. Misony had provided instructions to the sisters to use candles and fire in her discipline without explaining that they were serving the purposes of the Red God. The close proximity of the flame to Melisandre's skin and the pain that it was creating was regenerating her magic rapidly, and after a week, she would emerge like a fire butterfly from her cocoon recharged. It was a pain she had endured every decade or so to extend her life. However, she could usually return to a Red Temple, where they knew the exact rituals to perform. Melisandre would be reborn through fire and would have to suffer terrible humiliations and sexual depravity as well as a sacrifice to the Red God to gain his favor. All things considered, It was better than dying to gain the Lord of Light's favor, which was something even the Red Witch had yet to accomplish.
Queen Daenerys visited the remainder of her small council while they were in session. She sat imperiously at the head of the table of the council chairs after waiting for Tyrion to vacate it in a less than courteous silence.
Samwell Tarley and Tyrion both had important business they wanted to discuss the progress rebuilding King's Landing and the cost of the standing armies now that they were not immediately needed.
Yara the Bottomless served as the Mistress of Ships on the council. The remaining Navy was small, and she had no interest in politics. She was here mostly out of boredom and morbid curiosity. The Ironborn Queen sat with her legs spread apart in a chair exposing both her wet hairy pussy and the pucker of her brown ass in flamboyant fashion. Euron Greyjoy was chained elsewhere and being tormented by one of her Ironborn. Even he was not permitted to attend the small council meetings. Yara was openly bored and distracted until the Queen walked in and hoped that things would get more lively.
Commander Greyworm was in attendance. He was silent and had been so the entire meeting. Greyworm followed orders and took commands. He had no interest in affairs of state.
Varys was also quiet, but when he was quiet, he was often the most dangerous. The bald Master of Whisper's appeared nervous. He could read from her disinterested face that the Queen did not attend this meeting for status reports and to decide on mundane matters on the priorities of construction and market place security.
"I am here for your opinion on a matter, and I may as well ask you together," the Queen interrupted Samwell and Tyrion from their well-meaning but misguided attempts to inform their Regent of treasury funds and granary stores.
"Cersei has demanded that I walk atonement for the destruction of King's Landing and says that she will only agree to do so herself if I walk it with her," she scoffed.
"My sister excels at finding ways to stick a needle underneath a wound. She knows you must be feeling guilty about the destruction. This is a manipulative attempt by her to force you to admit it was excessive and lose the respect of the people in an attempt to chastise and punish her," Tyrion suggested she kill his sister or force her to walk the atonement. "She can't very well resist the prod of pointed spears from the King's Guard," the Imp explained.
"What of your brother?" she asked.
"I would implore you not to make the poor sod walk the atonement to Castle Black in the nude but knowing Jaime he would have a trail of curious ladies following his retinue to throw roses, not chamberpots. I don't think I can be entirely objective when it comes to him," Tyrion recused himself from further comment.
It was not what Daenerys wanted to hear. She turned to Samwell and said
"I executed your father and brother with Dragonfire because they did not bend the knee to me," she said.
Samwell had come to terms with that decision. She was the Queen, and if they were disloyal, then that was their fate. "What is done is done, my Queen," he meant what he said. He had no love for his Father, but he felt Dickon deserved mercy. He knew Dickon was a dutiful son and would never have turned on his Father, and for that, he felt Dickon had no choice but not to bend the knee if his Father wouldn't.
"Jon Snow," Daenerys started to say that name and stopped herself "Aegon Targaryan is the rightful ruler. You were the one to bring that to my attention. If he is then what I did was not justice. Would you like to see me walk atonement for what I did to your family?" she asked.
There was something implicitly pointed about how the question was put to him. Samwell knew that he should not question his Queen's decisions in these matters even as her Grand Maester. He also knew the Queen was trying to determine if he supported Jon or her to rule the Iron Kingdom.
"I do not think it would bring them back, your Grace," Samwell answered diplomatically. He pictured the beautiful Queen walking naked with her long blonde hair down as people jeered and humiliated her. It did seem like a novel fantasy, but he added, "I think it would impede your ability to rule and impune your honor. I don't' see the value in it," he said.
"Walk naked through the city while people check out your backside? Ooh, such a scary concept," Yara the Bottomless laughed at the Queen's concern. "I am a Queen, and I walk it every day. I own the shame of being tied up this way on Euron's flagship, and everyone can see I am not afraid of it. If you want company, I'll accompany you with a dozen whores with our backsides uncovered and our tits bare as we escort Cersei to the gates of Hell if you so desire," Yara chuckled.
"Thank you, Queen Yara," Daenerys considered those words. That was a clever way to get Cersei at her own game. She could have her Dragon perched nearby to burn anyone who dares to mock her. She could be flanked by Yara and armed females in the nude.
"I too would march naked if you desired," Brienne of Tarth said flatly as she stood at attention near her Queen. She was Commander of the Queen's Guard and looked regal in her ornate golden armor. She attended the Queen on business so frequently no one had even acknowledged her when she escorted her in. "If we had several naked women in your contingency it would distract from the impact of Cersei and you doing the walk alone," Brienne added.
"You could do the walk before Cersei does hers," Varys shifted in his seat and looked at the Queen to explain his clever plan. "If you were to walk atonement now while the city is rebuilding it would be over. The city is in no mood for spectacle. It is a dark and somber time where fat men fear walking around the city because the starving may see them and try to steal their food. You could do the walk without much fanfare, and then Cersei would have no right to ask you to walk it with her. You would have atoned for any real or imagined slights you have done, and she would be required to walk or die," Varys was pleased with his solution. "You would be free to marry Jon in a ceremony at the great Sept afterward cleansed of any
guilt about your actions in the past in the eyes of the people," he added and asked what Jon thought of it.
"I have not asked Aegon what he thought about it," Daenerys said bitterly as she considered her council. Jon had no official position on the council. He was by all rights the King although he had not been coronated or recognized by the church and the people yet. It was common knowledge to most of his heritage, but Jon had not asked anyone to call him Aegon and continued to tell people that he did not want the Crown.
"I appreciate your advice," the Queen stood to leave and added that she felt it was courageous of the females of the council to volunteer to walk with her and she would consider it.
Yara was not in the least bit concerned about the walk. She would not permit anyone to rattle her cage. If a man whipped his dick out around her, he had better be ready to use it or lose it.
Brienne was self-conscious about her appearance. She was a giant of a woman and did not want the humiliation of being naked. She feared the walk more than she feared the battlefield, but she would do so to protect her Queen.
"If it would please the Queen, then I would walk with you as well," Tyrion volunteered with a trace of sarcasm.
"Aye, so would I!" Samwell smiled with good-intention as he assumed Tyrion was serious about his offer.
Daenerys could tell Samwell was sincere and Tyrion was not. "If I need a good contingent of whores to follow me and shield me from the prying eyes of my people I'll rest well knowing my Hand knows how to pick the very best ones," she said as she left the council chambers.
"That I do," Tyrion took a large quaff of wine "Ones with great big fat milk sacks for tits and giant asses that you could lose yourself in for days," he said as he looked at Brienne. She glared back at him at the implication she was one such well-endowed maiden. "No offense intended, Milady" Tyrion smirked.
Tyrion noticed that Brienne had smallish breasts when she didn't have armor to hide them, but she had an incredible ass. He imagined what it had been like for Jaime in her bed as he got back to the business of affairs of state. Tyrion imagined himself atop Brienne like a white Destrier. He could squeeze his cock between her mighty butt cheeks and ride the big woman around like a mighty steed. It was a very perverse fantasy about a noble warrior but he was a very perverse man.
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