Euron took his time readying the Red Keep for his rule. His navy had sealed the Blackwater and patrolled a wide span. Euron systematically eliminated all the Unsullied and Dothraki that had remained in the capital.

As he awaited word from Harry Strickland from Bitterbridge, Euron decided it would be a great time to introduce himself to his people. He had his people spread the word throughout the city that an important message from the king would be made at midday. When people heard the news they assumed the queen had gotten married privately. Euron's men made sure to get the crowd interested so they would gather near the Red Keep. And they did.

Euron stepped out onto the high wall of the Red keep with an Iron born on either side of him. He stood smiling for a moment at the enormous crowd his men had gathered.

"People of Kings Landing. For too Long War has torn Westeros apart. Kings and queens roll through here sit on the Iron Throne, and shit all over you. They bring death and poverty to you while you cower in fear. Fear of starvation. Fear of living in filth and disease. Fear for your children's mortality. Fear for your own mortality. Just when you thought the wars were over, a foreign invader took your queen and cast her out. I ask you....Have you seen your queen? I haven't. It was supposed to be a peaceful transition, that's what they said. Where is your queen? They didn't want to kill the innocent people they said. But do you know what happened to house Frey? She killed them all. That's what. An old man living in his castle, not bothering anyone. The dragon queen said bend the knee. Lord Walder Frey, a man who saw 93 name days at least, refused. For his loyalty the foriegn invader, the dragon queen killed him and every Frey know to live. Tell me people of Kings Landing." He paused for effect. "Is that what you call peaceful?" The crowd was captivated and let out a collective no, followed by a din of negative feelings. " No. That is murder. THAT. IS MURDER!!! " the crowd began to chant murder almost uniformly. Euron waited a moment so he could take in the sound. His ego swelling as he did. Then he raised his hands to silence them. "People of Kings Landing. I am Euron Greyjoy of the Iron Islands. My ancestors once ruled from the Islands to Harrenhal before a foriegn invader brought his dragons here and killed thousands just as the dragon queen did. And it should be no surprise that it was her ancestors that drove mine to the grave." The crowd erupted again throwing curses at the Targaryen dynasty. Again he let them throw their curses for a moment before raising his hands again. "It is time for a Westerosy to again rule these lands. I have eliminated the dragon queens threat to us. " He held up the head of Daenerys Targaryen for the crowd to gaze upon. The crowd exploded into a hostile cheer at seeing her head. Euron held it up showing it from side to side, then tossed it into the crowd. "People of Westeros. People of Kings Landing. Will you make me your KING?!?!" Again the crowd erupted, this time chanting Euron's name over and over. He stood on his wall smiling and chanting with the crowd. After a while of enticing the crowd to follow him as their king he bowed to them and retreated into the Red Keep.

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A raven had come from the Twins. Arya had rode hard to get there quickly and immediately sent word of all she had learned. She also sent a raven to Edmure Tully to warn him as well.

"Your grace. "Sansa turned to see Tyrion carrying a letter and a most grim face.

"What is it Lord Tyrion?" His expression was enough to make Sansa worry. Tyrion tried to find the words but he couldn't, so he gave Sansa the letter from her sister. As Sansa read it her face matched Tyrion's. They shared a despairing stare before Tyrion spoke.

"It would appear I am no longer hand to the queen." His words were slow and sad. "Euron Greyjoy. Has taken Kings Landing. "Tyrion had to force the words out. "He will come north. Maybe not right away. But he will come. He has a navy. He has the largest group of mercenaries in Westeros, perhaps the world. They have elephants I'm told. Elephants will make any cavalry look like ants under our feet. Does the north have the numbers to resist, are they recovered from the war at the Wall? Will they be able to rally to protect their freedom?" Tyrion had no more words. Only a look of a doomed man.

"The North is different. We are strong. We will resist." Sansa was trying to convince herself as much as she was Tyrion. "You are staying here aren't you?" Tyrion gave a half hearted smile.

"Where else would I go?" His smile melted into sadness again.

"Good. Send ravens to all the northern houses, and Theon. They must all know, and they must all start preparing. Euron's mercenaries are southern, or at least from a southern climate. They don't know what winter is like in the north. At the very least we have that advantage. We can all hold up in our castles for quite a long time and they will freeze to death outside our walls. The dead are gone but winter is not." Sansa sounded like a seasoned commander leading her troops, it's just too bad Tyrion was the only one hearing it. "Tell Theon to abandon his home and bring his people and supplies here. They don't have enough there to hold up against Euron. He will loose. Tell him that's an order." Tyrion gave her a smile. Her demeanor and composure gave him hope. Tyrion bowed and took his leave.

With clay doh, because there was nothing else to do.

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As the rider approached the Bloody Gate the guards were in disbelief. They had heard that Lord Baelish had been executed and yet here he was. Lord Baelish was immediately granted entrance and escorted to the castle. He was lead to the throne room where he would meet with his nephew in private.

"Uncle Petyr, I was told you were dead. I was also told my cousin can change into other people. How do I know you are my uncle?" Robin was trying to hide his immaturity but his joy to see Petyr was bubbling in his face.

"Ah yes, it is true. I was indeed executed. The king slayer drove his sword into my belly, and left me to die on the cold hard stones of the crossing. But my dear nephew, did anyone tell you what happened after that?" Robin gave a simple nod indicating no one did. "It's simple. I was tossed into the raging river. Left to drown or bleed out. Perhaps both. But I am not so easily disposed of. I washed ashore far down river and found by a fishing community. This fishing community had, as it happens, a fantastic healer and a maester on his way to the Twins. They patched me up good. They wanted to send word of my survival, but with the Starks and Lannisters after my head I could not risk it. I am so sorry for not sending a raven. Could you ever forgive me dear nephew?"Robin sat quietly in his throne for a moment to consider what his uncle said. At least he was trying to make it look that way.

"How do I know you are not my evil cousin in disguise?" Robin squinted his eyes to make his asking seem serious. Petyr raised his arms out to his side an spun around slowly.

"My lord, does this look like a disguise to you? Don't be so quick to believe the bedtime stories that men will tell to hide their shortcomings." Petyr gave his lord nephew a smile most would see as deceitful, but the fool boy saw it as loving.

"Welcome home uncle. " Robin gave an over joyous smile in return.

"I hear that Jon Snow has left this world. Your men tell me you didn't attend this funeral. May I ask why? He was your cousin. "

"So what? I never even met him. None of them ever came to my fathers funeral. Or my mother's. My army marched north to save them from the Bolton's. Then they wanted me to keep my armies in the north. Why should I go?" Robin sounded like a spoiled brat as he spoke.

"It is all true my lord. But perhaps diplomacy if nothing else would have been.... a better option. After all, the north is full of stubborn fools. Some day you might need their armies. But those Stark mules can hold a grudge. " Petyr was talking sense but only if the person listening wasn't a boy in a mans body.

"Uncle Petyr, I won't ever need their army. I have new allies since you have been gone. " Petyr looked confused. "I was made an offer that will make my house rich and powerful. Richer than the Lannisters and more powerful than the Targaryens. " Robin was so proud of his accomplishments even though he hadn't said what they were yet.

"My lord. What allies bring such treasures?"

"A new king. By now the dragon queen is dead, or married. But probably dead. Euron Greyjoy is our new king. And my forces will march along side the Golden Company. We will destroy anyone who opposes us. Then we will march north and force them to bend the knee. They are week now, and they will submit. " Robin was smiling like a little boy who found a hidden stash of sweets.

"But the north is ruled by your family my lord. You would kill your family?" Petyr was hoping for the answer he didn't expect.

"I don't want to. But if they don't obey me then I will have to. Besides, it's not like it's my sister. And Sansa was mean to me when she was here before. " Robin found it hard some times to hide his immaturity.

"Well then. Your choice is made. Come my lord. Let us take in the view through the moon door. We can dream of your cousin flying without wings." Robin got excited at the thought and walked down the steps to stand beside Petyr. Petyr put his arm around Robin as a warm gesture. " Now my dear boy. Things you must remember when making allies, and choosing sides. The side with the biggest army doesn't always win. The allies with the most gold, don't always win. Look at me. A lesser lord from a small house, and I served 2 kings on their small council. I was made lord of Harrenhal. Those kings I served. The had more gold than me. They had bigger armies than me. They are all dead, but not me. Do you know what you have in common with all the kings I served?" Robin looked puzzled.

"No uncle, what?" Robin had a moment of pride being compared to kings. Petyr turned to look him in the eye. He put his hands on Robin's shoulders.

"Your...dead." Robin's face dropped into fear and confusion, but before he could react he was following his mothers flight path.

Petyr Baelish left the empty throne room through the primary doors, making sure he was seen. When the Knights of the Vale discovered what had happened the alarms were sounded. Every guard in the Erie was searching for Lord Baelish. The guards at the Bloody Gate found a servant girl trying to leave on horse. The girl swore the castle was cursed and wanted to flee from it. The knights decided she was no threat and couldn't have had anything to do with their lords death, and she was sent on her way.

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Winterfell was once again alive with people. It had been a long time since it was that way. Sam had returned to the Citadel to beg for a second chance. Brienne remained to continue her oath of protecting the children of Catelyn Stark. In this case only one needed protection. Anguy had asked permission to stay as well. He was fond of Sansa and had hoped to win her favor, that was no secret he tried to keep. As a result he became the castles man at arms.

Sansa was walking the battlements as the winter snows fell. She was watching Bran move towards the Gods Wood as he so often did. She was happy to have her brother there, but the castle still felt empty to her. She smiled a sad smile when Anguy began teaching his archery to the castle boys. She remembered when her brothers were the ones practicing, now they are all dead except Bran, and he is crippled. Sansa's silent thought was interrupted by a large voice.

"Hello little bird." Sandor stood big as ever. His weight was as it used to be. The only difference in him was his eye patch, and something in his demeanor.

"I thought you left Ser Clegane?" Sansa used to fear the look of him, now she was grateful for all he did for her that she hadn't realized in Kings Landing.

"I did. But I'm back. " Sandor seemed sad himself. Maybe displaced.

"What is it I can do for you Sandor?" Sansa was curious, she couldn't quite place Sandor's mind set.

"I want to stay. I'll serve you." He paused briefly. "I have no where to go. My friends are all dead. My enemies are all dead. My brother, is dead. I have no purpose beyond these walls." Sandor looked like a lost puppy. The hound was broken from his life of killing. Sansa pitied him.

"What about Arya? You took care of her for so long, why not go to her now?"

"Arya? You haven't spent much time with her, have you? That girl doesn't need me. She don't need anyone looking after her. Besides, I'd be afraid to piss her off." He said the last part half jokingly. Sansa gave him a warm smile.

"Winter is here. There is much to be done. It would be my honor to have you." They shared a smile before Sansa spoke again. "Your grace."

"Hm?" Sandor was confused.

"I'm not a little bird, I'm queen. It's, your grace from now on." Sansa gave a slightly playful, slightly serious smirk to Sandor. In return he rolled his eyes and gave what could only be conceived as a sarcastic bow.

"Your grace."

Arya had brought the Unsullied and Dothraki as close to the Twins as she would. She handed Greyworm a sealed scroll and instructed him to give it to the guards at the gate. He and his soldiers would be granted up to a weeks rest, and no more. Daenerys would be expecting her army back, and despite Arya's abilities she could not defend the Twins from dragon fire. She recalled her time at Harrenhal and the condition of the castle, even after a good portion had been made inhabitable.

"Where are you going? You are supposed to take us there. Not send with letter." Greyworm didn't trust Arya. He had seen her do things he could not explain.

"I have things I must tend to with my cousin. He dealt a great insult to my family. I intend to ask him why. Go to my castle, you will have every hospitality you require. Do not stay more than a week. Your queen will be expecting you. Don't forget to have the maester send word of your arrival. Your queen will want to know. " Arya gave orders like a seasoned commander, something Greyworm could respect.

" She is your queen too now." Greyworm insisted.

"Well she is the queen of Westeros. And I gave her the throne. So you are right. She is ...MY, queen. " Greyworm didn't at all like what Arya was implying, but there was nothing he could do about it. He took the scroll and the army and began his way down the road to the twins.

Arya departed for the reach. Her cousin wasn't expecting her, but he would have no choice but to host her.

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The Golden company had landed near Bandallon and marched their forces to Hornhill. An easy castle to take being that the family and its armies had felt the warmth of dragon fire. Sam the heir to the castle was still in the North.

Once they settled in they moved on towards Highgarden. They had expected to find nothing more than peasants there again, after all the last bit of information Euron could give them was the Tyrell family was extinct. What they found however was not in their plans. Harry called a parley with Bronn.

"So gentlemen, what can I do for ya?" Bronn was his typical calm self.

"My name is Harry Strickland. This is the Golden Company. We have orders to take this castle. " Harry was all business.

"Well, when I saw you lads marching up looking all pretty in your armor, I didn't think you wanted tea. Tell me, who hired sell swords to steal my home?"

"Your king." Harry spoke plainly.

"My King? Did the dragon bitch get married?" Bronn was a little confused but he was smart enough to know something wasn't right.

"If she didn't, then your queen is dead."

"Uh uh. No. Not my queen. I don't give a fuck who sits on that chair made of swords. She wasn't my queen, neither was the one before her. I don't care bout any of them fancy dressed cunts in that shitty city. Ya know what I care about. I care about what's owed. This castle, was owed to me. Now it's mine." Bronn was was a little irritated.

"And now it seems it will be ours. It was promised to me by our new king. I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you for keeping it warm and clean for me." Harry was getting a little cocky and indignant.

"See, thing is I have an army too. Maybe not as big as yours, don't have them elephants like you. But this place. I know how to defend it. The Tyrells, they didn't. I basically walked right in and took it. Did I mention I have enough supplies to last 2 years. That's a long siege. I'll kill your men 1 at the time over the course of the next 2 years. If I kill 1 an hour every day for the next 2 years that means you will lose.....well a lot of men. So enjoy your siege. I'd apologize to your men now for getting em killed." Bronn turned to walk away then stopped. "Oh, welcome home Harry. "

"Wait!"Harry got Bronn to stop and turn back to face Harry. " There is another option. I'll fight you for it. You and me. I win I take your castle. You win you keep your castle." Harry gave Bronn a smile only Bronn could appreciate.

"Nah, that doesn't work. You win you get something that doesn't belong to you. I win, I get to keep what is already mine. Seems like a shitty wager to me." Bronn raised his eyebrows expecting a counter offer.

"Very well. What do you want?"

"Elephants. "

"You want an elephant?" Harry couldn't believe Bronn was going to put Highgarden against an elephant.

"No. Not 1 elephant. All your elephants. I'm guessing you have about 500. It's not quite the same value but you ain't got much else. Oh and when you're dead your men leave here and never take up arms against me again. I want to hear you and your commanders vow it, and give the order to the others. I know your reputation. You are men of your word. Never broke a contract. That's our contract. Oh and when I kill you I'm taking your pretty little sword. Valerian steel ain't it? Every great house needs a valerian steel sword." Bronn gave Harry his famous smile, and Harry looked quite pissed.

"Fine. Tomorrow morning after we break our fast. We will vow it. Then we will fight." Harry turned to walked away.

"Just in case you are thinking of pulling something tonight, know I will double my guards and check points. Don't make me start counting hours." Bronn returned to his castle and Harry to his camp to wait for their water to be settled.

With the North recovering from the war Daenerys Targaryen flew back to kings Landing. Jorah Mormont was granted permission by his queen to visit his ancestral home before returning to the capital. The Unsullied and Dothraki would follow the kings road south, lead by Arya Stark to the twins where they would rest before moving on to the capital.

Theon Greyjoy, once healthy enough, would take leave back to the Iron Islands. His intentions were to solidify the islands to defend against his uncle should Euron decide to come home again.

Daenerys Landed at the Red Keep and visited the throne room where she shared stories with Varys. Varys had nothing of note to share, the 6 kingdoms had been quite. This in itself made Varys uneasy, though Daenerys smiled at the thought. She felt a small sense of pride because she was able to bring peace to her 6 kingdoms immediately. Though deep inside she knew it was Arya who broke the wheel. History would say Daenerys did it.

Daenerys's only concern right now was Arya Stark. She was leading Daenerys's army south, but there is no way Arya had forgotten about the attempt on her life after handing over the throne. But there was an awkward exchange between the two women and at the end, despite Daenerys's discomfort, she felt trapped into granting Arya permission to guide the army home. At least that was the term used by Arya. Arya may be the only person Daenerys had ever truly feared. Even with her dragons, if Daenerys didn't know what Arya looked like, how could she defend against Arya?

Varys excused himself to tend his whispers, and Daenerys went about her business recieving the common folks problems. She spent the entire second half of the day receiving her people and making good by them. After her dinner she sat on her balcony watching her dragons fly off in the distance and read a few books Tyrion had suggested, as queen, she should read. Books that would give her not only a better sense of her people but also her own history. She for a moment stopped to think that maybe she should not have allowed Tyrion to stay at Winterfell and instead had him return with the Unsullied and Dothraki. But Tyrion insisted that he should stay behind and reunite the south to the North. And what better time to strengthen their ties than right after a war that you aided them in.

Daenerys had been in Kings Landing for almost 3 days when she sat on the throne waiting for Varys to Join her. She waited near half an hour before she finally asked where he was. Her Unsullied guards insisted they did not know, as did her blood riders.

"I shall go to his room and bring him here my queen." The unsullied was about to turn and leave when Daenerys spoke.

"No. I will go. Wait here incase he is coming from somewhere else. If he shows up let him know how displeased I am for having to wait. Don't let him go anywhere. " Her Unsullied escorted her across the keep to Varys's room and her Dothraki waited for Varys in the throne room. Daenerys knocked on the door and called out to him. When he didn't respond she ordered her unsullied to open the door. Daenerys stepped into the room and moved towards the large balcony that Varys enjoyed sitting on.

"Varys. I've been waiting for you in the throne room for quite some time. And you didn't respond when I knocked. Varys. " Daenerys approached him from behind as he ignored her. As she came up beside him she was startled and nearly let out a scream. Before she could however a large hand covered her mouth from behind and another reached around her waist and she was dragged back inside.

"Hello dragon queen. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is King Euron, of house Greyjoy. " he whispered so softly in her ear, but even in a whisper his cockiness was evident. "I'm going to let you go now...but, if you scream, I will kill you.....and I will make it last a long time." He slowly released Daenerys from his grip and pushed her against a wall in the dark corner of the room.

"My Unsullied are right outside, all I have to do is scream and they will come in hear and you will be dead." Her threat made Euron laugh through his ear to ear smile.

"Oooo. Oh, you didn't notice?" He laughed again. "Your Unsullied, are actually mine. See while you were gone I replaced a good number of your people with mine. " Euron's eyes were as wide as his smile.

"Impossible. " Daenerys was in denial, but the way Euron carried himself she knew he wasn't lying.

"Ah but it's true. Maybe you didn't know this, but I use to fuck the queen that was here before you. She was a bit shy you see. She snuck me in through all the hidden passages this beautiful keep has. Bet you didn't know about them, did you?" Daenerys was truly scared. Her army was in the North still, most of her guards were not hers, and her dragons were off flying around. She was completely defenseless.

"What do you want?" Her eyes were filling with tears of rage, and fear.

"Straight to the point. I like that." Euron was right up in her face. "I want to be King. But I want to have dragons too. So that would make you....my bride." His smile never seemed to waiver for more than a second. He stepped back and looked her up and down. "See I'm going to need an heir, but an heir that comes with dragons is so much better than one that doesn't. Don't ya think?" Daenerys was furious. Her fear turned mostly to rage.

" I will never mary you. My dragons will burn you and all your men. I will sink every ship you have...." Euron was more than happy to cut her off.

"Yes! That is the fire I like in a woman." He slammed his hand against the wall beside Daenerys's head and got real close to her face. "Thing is you don't have a choice...well not really. See I have kept my pretty little niece alive...barely, as a token of my intention. I will allow her to live in the Iron Islands if you say yes." He widened his eyes as he stepped back and turned his back to her.

"I will never, ever marry you. Not now, not tomorrow, not ever. DO YOU HEAR ME?" Euron stood silently for a moment with his back towards her. Then he snapped his head to her over his shoulder with a near crazy look in his eyes.

"I see. Well. I guess there is nothing more to say. ...are you sure?" He again gave her his smile. She said nothing in defiance. "Ok then. Have it your way. " Euron spun quickly and Daenerys found a dagger in her chest. She looked down at it in shock but before she could react Euron had pulled it out and planted it in her stomach. He gave her a kiss on the mouth as he withdrew the dagger and then drove it up under her ribs. Daenerys fell slowly down the wall as her life faded from her eyes. "To bad. We could have been so good together. " He told her lifeless body. Euron sauntered over to the wall and opened a secret door. His men filed into the room. "It's time boys." He said with his usual cocky demeanor.

Hehehehe it was suggested to Kristofer that he drink Giant's Milk to cure him of COVID-19! What would qualify as a giant to him? The actor is only 6 feet tall which really isn't tall! Lol

I can't find anywhere that says he's going to be on season 2 on the Witcher but I found an article that they stopped filming bc of him and are doing a "deep cleaning" of the Witcher set. Was he going to be on it? IMDb doesn't say anything...?

It had been a fortnight since the dead were defeated. Most of the wounded men were either well enough to return to their homes in the North, or had already died from their injuries. An enormous funeral had been conducted on the south side of the Wall for the dead except for two. Tormund would have wanted to have his funeral north of the wall, and so it was done. Jon was returned to winterfell to be buried with the other northern kings. A separate funeral for the Bastard king was insisted upon by the northern lords, and no one questioned it. Many southern lords marched north for the service.

Daenerys Targaryen arrived with her dragons as a sign of respect, and was allowed to speak briefly at the funeral. She did take the opportunity to kiss the asses of the northern lords and extend her open arms to them as well. The northern lords played along but they all knew her purpose. Daenerys felt their rejection behind all their polite courtesies.

Tyrion also made the journey to Winterfell though Varys was asked to remain in the capital to tend the queens responsibilities. Tyrion didn't speak during the services, however he did share his interactions with Jon while drinking wine and mingling. He also found time to reconnect with Sansa. Despite the less than desirable way they had been joined, they never had a bad relationship. Tyrion was fond of her and she at the very least respected him. More than that now she was able to appreciate how Tyrion treated her.

Arya had come north as well. She and Jon were close. Arya made her way through the crowd of lords and ladies. She made sure Daenerys saw her, and caught her icy stare, a not so gentle reminder of their arrangement. She also made time for Sansa. They had a lot of catching up to do.

Theon Greyjoy had been wounded pretty badly, but made the trip from the wall. He wasn't far from Jon when he saw Jon fall. He wanted to run and save him. But it wasn't possible. He tried but the dead were all around him. His effort was what cost him a chunk of his left arm, and numerous stab wounds.

Melisandre was there. She had traveled with the hound despite him objecting constantly and never hesitating to be his nasty miserable self. His attitude did quite some when she worked her magic and was able to get him one eye back. She credited the lord of light or at least tried to until Sandor cut her off the way he always did to Beric. Sandor looked like a much larger version of Beric now, he donned an eye patch like him at least.

Some notable lords that did not attend, Bronn of the Blackwater, Jamie Lannister, Robin Arryn and no one from Dorne bothered to go north. Bronn was surely not expected to show up, after all he was really just a sell sword with a castle. Had Jamie Lannister shown that would have been more surprising than him not. Dorne was never expected. But Robin Arryn, he was cousin of the king. Cousin to lords and ladies of Winterfell. His absence was noted by many. None more than the stark girls, and it didn't sit well.

In the days to follow the funeral all the northern lords gathered to determine their new king. It had always been a Stark in the North. Bran refused the title for numerous reasons. When the northern lords tried to insist that the title be Bran's their was 1 voice who spoke up.

"Their is another stark in Winterfell!" Jorah's voice was loud and strong enough to silence the crowd. A glance was shared with the lady of Bear Island, and then she spoke over the silence.

"Sansa Stark. Queen in the North!" It only took half a second for the lords to look each other over and return the cheer. Sansa was immediately escalated from Lady to Queen.