Chapter Two- Conflict Always Persists

Author- I guess this story is a crack-fic, but I'm bored and can't sleep.

In a trivial room no superior than the hall of winrterfell the sun had no partition in the lure of darkness. The hall was filled with a lone brother and sister sat among a dark table no longer the bright duo they once were. Nothing was said, nothing moved expect for the occasional nod. The constant sound of the crack of the fire loomed over them, all consuming. The room's solitary light was the fire in the corner of the wall. Blaring and swirling before their eyes. The room bare, nothing to grace the walls except for a long table rested in the middle of the hall, where a few unlit candles and the cloth lannister of lion ran. Among the table the lion and the lioness sat, neither carried smiles, but emotionless. One with long golden hair that ran past her ears in beautiful waves. Dressed in the traditional red and gold garments of her house, the lion embroidered on the cuffs. The other also carried gold but it was his hand that was lush rich material. In tight rec leather and black trousers. The two sat, no arguments to leave their once running mouths with ideas and ways to run the realm. They were no longer what they once were, but broken down to their last will. Their once vast resources not but the remaining food they had to barely feed their people, their armies few in number. Nothing to dent the vast Targaryens armies that roamed the lands, with generals and thousands of infantry.

The room was shrouded, shadows crept in close threating to strike them down for good. A telling of what they have become. A shell of their once formidable power and wake. Neither knew what was left but only any way to still fight.

Assembled, both waited in silence. After an hour the lion looked over tired of being here, waiting. "What did he say?" The lion broke the silence. The lioness looked over all to bored to give as much as a slight movement.

"Told me, he knew some new way to defeat our enemy." She told without emotion or love.

At this a single man crept forward. "Our one true enemy." The brother and sister duo abruptly stood from their seats, the screeches filling the hush. Their eyes rested on the lord ascended from the darkness into the light. His face crept leisurely from the darkness, his smile first to see so normal for him but still unwanted.

The lion drew his weapon taking a single step forward, his blade resting against the lord's neck, ready for a blow. His eyes narrowed, muscles shook with anger, mind filled with images of the lord, dead.

"Tell me right now, why I shouldn't gut you and let the blood drain from your body." Jamie asked with narrowed eyes. The lord straightened himself and stood with a smile.

"I have a proposition, I believe you might find interesting." The lord said with not so much as a flinch. Jamie turned his head to the side where his sister waited. With a wide smile the lord gazed.

"Why would we trust a evil man such as yourself. Whom brought our enemy's closer and have destroyed us."

"Because they have vexed to kill me. They cast me aside like a rat left to die. And what else do we have, but revenge." Jamie observed over at Cersei, whom nodded. Jamie against his better judgment sheathed his weapon. With the sound of steel the weapon destining far from any damage that may be dealt. Petyr was gracious but wrapped his hand around his throat, rubbed it gently. A few drops of blood lingered against his fingers. Warm and sticky to the touch. For a moment he stared at the blood, realizing his own mortality. He knew it better in the recent year. That bastard seized her, stole the one woman, like his uncle before him.

While this was common every exchange was just a plot for himself. Another way to further his progress. With a light and a slight smile he moved forward. The intact period Cersei watched him, the lioness staked her prey, if a slight miss would appear she would not hesitate and strike. Cersei stood promptly, not wasting any time. "What you have to say. Say it. Or my brother can spill your guts for a sight I would soon never miss."

Petyr did not speak to this, simply went and rested himself before the fire. Staring into the crackling flames. "It appears we both have a problem, that we painfully need to erase." Cersei scoffed at this.

"Do not remind me. That little bitch." Petyr smiled and nodded at this.

"You are alone. The Lannisters are alone. You are against, well, everyone in the realm have praise for the Targaryen's and it doesn't look that in the near future anyone will oppose the dragon. They have no enemy, they are loved for ending the darkness."

"And we know all of this already."

"But they do not know they still have a fight ahead of them. The enemy has a number that far reaches more than you. Here you are left, to rot, being backed into the corner, starved, under siege. But I know someone who can help you. Who carries a hates the Targaryen's more than you."

"Who would that be?" From the darkness a man came with bright silver hair and purple eyes that drew the light.

"The true Targaryen king." He declared.

King's Landing-

The day was light with a slight breeze. Dany by her lonesome traveled through the vast castle. No longer her enemy's castle but hers. The red keep was a gracious sight for the queen as she went hall to hall. From the vastness to the large keeps with a wealth of furniture. Descending the marble steps she found herself in the red keep. Onto the grand room she came to a halt and couldn't help but notice two of the seven champions of the queensguard. In their white armor and snowy cloaks they were easy to spot and lingered in the keep, deep in conversation. The two distant from what the queensguard ever saw, no glory, no honor. But her husband knew both were paramount with a blade and spent days convening them to join the seven.

And so they wore the cloak. One stood on the steps towards the throne his arms crossed over his chest. While the other stood near the bottom of the steps, his right hand resting on his sheathed sword. Without knowledge, she knew less than little of these two men. Tormund, whom stood several feet off the floor, was a man close to her husband, devoted even. With his massive beard he was hard not to be seen, with the beard that ran down his chest, or even more intense, his laugh. Anyone caught it through all of the castle, booming. Yet his laughs were only shared with the northerns. The man was rarely seen with anyone but the men and women of the north, in particular the wolves. They themselves never spent their time with Dany.

And the other Ser George. Before him with his feet resting on the steps was the much shorter queensguard. Both shared a laugh about something she couldn't hear. The men were foreign to her, but loved by many. Men whom fought beside their commander in more battles than she cared to count.

Without knowing her steps brought her closer. Upon her entrance as if a veil fell before them, they came to a halt in their conversation. Turned and gazed the queen, eyeing her with puzzled eyes. Their eyes were anything but approachable, but men she did not concern herself to trust. Their frowns were the motives she couldn't trust them. Men north of the wall. Not south. Even they had the grace of the king they still kept the customs of the real north. Carrying no love for this land, only their king. That was very much apparent.

"What is it your grace." Ser Tormund asked turning his full body towards her. Dany didn't reply, simply stood before them. She noticed Tyrion came beside her from another hall. Gazing the three he looked to the two men.

"Excuse me, aren't you supposed to be guarding someone." Tyrion asked standing promptly. It wrapped around him so tightly the words hung in the air. Ser George turned on the dwarf before him looking down with piercing eyes.

"I do not take orders from you dwarf." He shot his voice a quake of anger. Tyrion simply smiled. With nothing to say to these royals Ser left the hall in rapid pace all to happy to leave, his body disappearing far leaving Tormund whom smiled solemnly.

"Don't mind him, it's not fitting for a man like Ser George. He doesn't like this scorching weather. It gets him in a temper." Tyrion smiled and curtly nodded. Before he left however Dany's eyes met his for a moment. She knew, he knew. His small group was always vital, someone her king could trust to protect them most often. The wolf pack trusted the men of the north and no one else. With a final look into her eyes Tormund took his leave his hand resting on his sheathed sword, the sound of his heavy amour ringing into the light. She watched him down the hall until he departed. Unknown to her Tyrion was watching her.

"What pardons my queen?" he spoke softly. She didn't recognize Tyrion eyes were set on her as she stared to nothing. With a slight nod she acquired her time.

"I fought to acquire all seven kingdoms. To come home. The home I knew for to long. But here I am dwindling with my husband. The last Targaryen, the man who should stand by me." Tyrion did not smile only nodded.

"Men of the north can be a brute. He'll come around. Trust me, you could do much worse." Dany smiled at this.

"Come join me." Together they left the red keep out into the light of the day. She led him through the towns with high building rising up to the sky on either side of them. Out in the roads villagers praised the queen of the seven kingdom as they passed. Yelling for her she smiled at all times. Through the towns the dust and dirt littered the roads as merchants yelled selling their wares. All the while Tyrion didn't know where they headed until he saw in the distance. The great dragon pit looming over the city. For years once vacant now booming with dragons once again. They went heading to the dragon pit. Tyrion could see it plain as day blaring in the sun and slowed his pace. At that moment his legs grew weary tied and his mind began to twist around him.

"I think maybe this journey is not suited for me. I am quiet parched. I should go rid myself of this. I have other, Important matters to attend." Dany turned with a knowing smile coming to a halt.

"No, no. You must come. You agreed to join me remember. You cannot allow your queen to go alone." Tyrion looked over the pit again knowing what waited him and nodded to her.

With a smile Dany pushed the doors open. Tyrion reluctant following, his eyes darting around from shadow to shadow. Once in the pit the dragon's squealed to see their mother.

Although in the darkness three dragons kept to themselves'. They were once three eggs found only a year ago. All girls and not Dany's. They waited for another. The entire time Tyrion stayed close to the walls and far from the dragons. Several flapped their wings. The sun excelled bright into the dark room. Dany went and pressed her hands to the dragon. Tyrion watched as she looked peaceful with them but sad as well.

"I want my king." She sad pressing her hand close to the dragon.

"Tell him what troubles you more."

"Nothing works with him. He already loves another."