The camera pans down to a room in Meereen, with Queen Daenerys and Lord-Commander Barristan of the Queensguard. The Queen speaks.
"Ser Barristan, before you take a relaxing stroll through our city that is currently going through civil unrest, I insist that you wear a set of armor, and to hide your identity, cover it with a cloak."
"Your Grace." Ser Barristan replies with a nod.
A Short While Later
The Sons of the Harpy are fighting The Unsullied. Grey Worm is injured, and it looks as though the Harpies are about to succeed in assassinating him. A cloaked, hooded figure appears at the end of the hallway. The voice of an old man is heard..
"All of you must throw down your weapons and surrender. I will ask the Queen to show you mercy."
The Harpies laugh at him, several taunts are made in their native language, asking how a lone, old man can stop them. None drop their weapons.
The old man removes his cloak, and drops it to the floor. His shining Queensguard armor blazes in the light. One of the Harpies, recognizing him, bolts out the other end of the hallway, closes a large door behind him, and quickly attempts to bar it before fleeing, abandoning his fellow Harpies. One of the Harpies jeers at him for fleeing from an old man.
Ser Barristan draws his sword.
The correct Barristan Theme music begins to play in the background.
The Harpy closest to him flinches and takes a few steps back. One of the Harpies shouts to attack. The group charges to Ser Barristan.
Over the next 45 seconds, the Sons of the Harpy are slaughtered. After the first couple of Harpies go down, one closer to the door begins to bang on it, shouting "HELP US!" while attempting to open the door. But the Harpy outside is now well out of earshot, and would not have returned if he could. They are trapped with Ser Barristan. Soon, the Harpy cowering by the door is the only Harpy still alive.
The Harpy gazes upon Ser Barristan, his sword is now completely coated red with blood. It appears as if glowing bright red for a few moments, gleaming from the light shining through the hall windows. The Harpy knows that if he fights the Lord-Commander of the Queensguard, then he will die. This... Dark Lord Barristan outmatched him, with his glowing red sword.
He throws down his weapon, kneels to Lord Barristan, and pleads for mercy.
Lord Barristan helps Grey Worm stand, whom leans on his spear. Grey Worm thanks him for saving him a Harpy.
"He's not for you to kill. Prisoners can be interrogated, and he is now our prisoner."
Grey Worm regards him with surprise, but grudgingly agrees. After a pause, he states "We needed more prisoners anyway."
Lord Barristan chuckles. "Heh.. all too easy."
The camera cuts to the throne room of Daenerys, the bound Harpy sits on his knees in front of Grey Worm, whom is sitting on the lower steps as his wounds are tended to. Grey Worm and several other guards are scowling at the prisoner. The prisoner asks what they are going to do with him. A Dothraki guard steps forward and looks over the prisoner, inspecting him, before idly remarking that his skin would not make very good leather. Too poor quality.
Queen Daenerys quickly enters the room, and rushes over to Grey Worm, asking about the injuries. Grey Worm insists that he is fine - and that he was saved from significant harm by Lord Barristan, whom slaughtered a dozen Harpies alone - but Daenerys insists that he get some proper rest. Missandei helps him walk out of the room and to his quarters.
Queen Daenerys turns to Lord Barristan, whom is idly grooming himself and attempting to wipe any remaining spots of blood off his clothes. She speaks.
"Didn't they cause you any trouble?"
Lord Barristan turns and smiles to her, shaking his head. "Like carving a cake, your grace."
Some Time Later
The camera pans down to Daenerys and Tyrion. "You're going to advise me." Daenerys says. Tyrion smirks and lifts a glass to toast the decision, before quickly having his smirk turn into a frown as Daenerys snatches the cup. "While you can still speak in complete sentences."
Tyrion pauses for a moment, sighs, and asks if he can choose the execution option.
"Your Queen forbids it." Daenerys replies.
Tyrion lowers his head for a moment, grumbling. "Oh, very well.." and grudgingly agrees to limit his alcohol consumption to no more than five times the legal carriage-driving limit, before rushing on to squeeze in saying "and what would you like me to advise you on?" in an attempt to rapidly change the subject from his Queen-Imposed alcohol regulations.
"How to get what I want." she answers.
"And what is that?" Tyrion asks.
"The Iron Throne." she answers, with a stern, authoritative glare.
Tyrion leans back in his chair, looks up at the ceiling, sighs, and folds his hands in his lap. "It's really not all that great.. perhaps you should try wanting something else."
"If I want jokes, I'll get myself a proper fool." Daenerys responds, glaring.
Tyrion begins to respond, while leaning forward, grabbing a cup, and begins pouring wine into it, "Is the Iron Throne what you want, or is that what Viserys told you to want? I know it's difficult to not want something you've been told to want all your life, but it can be - "
Tyrion stops speaking as Daenerys again snatches the cup away from him. He takes a drink directly out of the jug, before placing the jug back down in his lap, out of her reach. Daenerys raises an eyebrow at him and continues glaring.
"You don't seem to be very good at following your own advice." she observes.
Tyrion sighs, and grudgingly places the jug back on the table, before folding his arms on the table, and wearily resting his head on them. "I havn't wanted wine all my life. Just most of it. However, I am keenly aware wine is not what I really want. It just makes the pain of not getting what I want easier to stomach."
Tyrion stares at Daenerys for a few pensive moments, before continuing, "As your advisor, I'd like to keep you from being in my situation.. so it's important we establish, what do you want?"
Daenerys glares at Tyrion, impassively. She ponders for a few moments, before breaking eye contact and looking around the room.
"You seem to quite enjoy freeing slaves.." Tyrion observes.
"Yes, I do." Daenerys says, for the first time in the scene, a slight smirk appears on her face.
"Do you think you can do that better ruling from here in Essos, or across the sea in Westeros? I saw many slaves and slavers on my way to Meereen, was even sold as a slave myself at one point, this continent is filled with slavery. Who's going to save them if not you? Who's going to maintain the peace if your armies sail away?"
Daenerys leans back in her chair and studies Tyrion for a moment. "It's true, maintaining the peace has been hard. Obviously it would be harder without my armies or my dragons. But there is no Iron Throne in Essos."
"There can be." Tyrion states, leaning closer in interest, "A thousand blades, forged in dragon-fire. Howabout ten thousand broken chains? A new Iron Throne, not from the swords of the conquered, but the broken chains of the freed." he pauses for a moment before continuing, "You may as well put all that iron to use."
Daenerys tilts her head to the side and stares at him for a few seconds, before smiling. "I think I'm going to like you."
A Short While Later
The camera pans to the front of the city of Meereen, at twilight. Daenerys' theme music plays. Nightfall is setting in, as carts full of chains are being unloaded into a massive pile. Tyrion and Missandei are looking over shipping manifests and ledgers, discussing the amounts of iron being shipped in from other cities Daenerys had visited, and inspecting shipments of stone. Tyrion and Missandei stand and observe the first of a large, stonework outdoor smithy in front of the city, too massive to be kept inside. Drogon stretches his wings in the background and roars, breathing fire into the air.
A laborer reports to Missandei that the first stonework is completed and the first pile of chains are nearly done being thrown into the cauldron. After the laborer leaves, Tyrion and Missandei walk over to Drogon; Daenerys and Lord Barristan are standing beside him.
"The first batch is ready, my Queen." Tyrion states. Daenerys nods, and motions for Drogon and the others to follow her. She stands in front of the small mountain of chains, all that could be fit into the large stone cauldron. She quickly cautions Tyrion, Missandei, and Barristan to step back, before looking up to Drogon.
"Dracarys."
A gigantic flame lights the night, as a collection of smiths place a blueprint on a large stone slab. Tyrion, Missandei, Grey Worm, Barristan, and Daenerys stand with the smiths and the camera pans down to the blueprint - it depicts a new Iron Throne.
The scene ends.
~Fin~
Submitted November 16, 2019 at 10:43PM by pooky207 https://ift.tt/2CTRaxu
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