𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 | Meddling Targaryen

{ Lyra }

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𝕿he letter from Eliza was unexpected, but brought more problems that Lyra didn't want to deal with. She already was dealing with a financial crisis, with the crown in debt due to poor choices by earlier rulers, and the news of Daenerys Targaryen settling on their shoreline and demanding those around her to bend the knee didn't sooth her worries.

"She's on Dragonstone." Lyra told Joffrey, running her hand through Mikael's hair as he sat curled up in her lap. "She's invited Robb and Eliza to bend the knee but Eliza says that Jon, Aoife and Ser Davos are going instead."

Joffrey huffed, leaning on the side cabinet by their crowns.

"Jon and Aoife should be able to handle it then." He muttered, shrugging his shoulders, "and we know that Robb and Eliza share a similar thought process to us. They also believe that Daenerys has no claim to the throne."

"Of course she doesn't," Lyra scoffed. "Her father was usurped and the Baratheon's took power, meaning the only rightful heir to the throne is Mikael, no one else."

Mikael perked up at his name, smiling up at his mother. 

"She has no control here." Lyra cooed to her son, pressing kisses to his cheeks as the boy giggled and squirmed away from her grip. "She's struggling to find allies to help her so she's panicking and that's means she's making poor decisions."

"Yes, inviting Robb to bend the knee even whilst knowing that you two are related is not the smartest move," Joffrey muttered, wandering to Lyra's side.

"She was probably trying to think strategically." Lyra gave the woman some credit. "After us, Robb has the next largest kingdoms so it seems smart to try to form an alliance with him."

"I suppose Jon and Aoife will be trying to barter for her help with the Night King then?" Joffrey asked, one eyebrow cocked as Lyra hummed and nodded. "We need to finish preparations for marching north then. If Robb and Jon think that it's time, then we should be ready to leave at any moment."

"Completely agree," Lyra nodded her head, setting Mikael on the floor. The boy huffed and whined momentarily, before hurrying off to go and find Elia so that he could play with the large wolf. "Tylar was saying that the food rations are all being prepared for a trip north and new armour is being fitted to keep the soldiers safe from the cold."

"Why does he tell you this and not me?"

"He was going to, but he found me first and I'm telling you now." Lyra smiled, squeezing Joffrey's hand before a knock at the door disrupted them from their planning.

"Come in." Joffrey's voice echoed around the stone walls, as Rolan stepped into the room. He bowed his head to Joffrey and Lyra, before starting to speak.

"Your Grace, the Lords of Westeros are here to speak with you." Rolan bowed his head again, before walking out as Joffrey tugged his jacket on over his shirt, doing it up swiftly.

"Are you coming, My Love?"

"Aye. I want to see Olenna before she leaves for Highgarden," Lyra replied, smoothing out her dress, made of golden silk from Dorne. It had been a present from Myrcella, who had sent it for her sister-by-law, along with a box of Dornish treats for Mikael to enjoy. "Mikael is to come as well, as Arah is on leave to be with her sister."

A rare smile appeared on Joffrey's face as he leant down to pick his son up into his arms. Mikael giggled, though Elia opened an amber eye and glared, before relenting and returning to Lyra's side. 

The small family headed down to the main throne room, where the sound of chattering lords and ladies could already be heard drifting towards them. As they grew closer, Joffrey passed Mikael back to Lyra, his face falling into a mask of cold indifference. 

The doors were already open, waiting for the king and queen to enter, and Lyra fell back behind Joffrey as he stormed into the room, authority radiating off of him. Lyra smiled at the power her husband wielded, watching as those assembled dropped into bows and curtsies, before following along behind with Mikael.

The little boy had his head buried in the crook of her neck, still too nervous to greet new people, and his blond hair tickled Lyra's neck. She smiled again, before taking a seat at her throne with Elia lying beneath her.

"My Lords, and Ladies, thank you for travelling here at such short notice." Joffrey's voice brought the room out of reverence, as they all looked up at the man. Lyra soothed Mikael in her arms, as he slowly brought his head out of her shoulders to watch over the crowd. "We're here to discuss Daenerys Targaryen, who has recently been found to be back on Westerosi shores, and what should be done about it.."

The lords and ladies all continued to nod at that statement, murmuring between themselves before Joffrey carried on with his talk, catching them up to speed on some of the more recent developments.

"Daenerys Targaryen, we have just been informed, has landed on Dragonstone. She has with her; four dragons, a hoard of Dothraki and an army of Unsullied." Lyra nodded along to her husband's words, stroking Elia's head as the wolf huffed softly. "Tyrion Lannister and Varys are both working with her. What are everybody's thoughts?"

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The meeting ended after a long debate over the topic of creating a treaty with the Dragon Queen, and Olenna marched over to where Lyra and Joffrey stood conversing with Randyll Tarly as soon as it did. 

"Your Grace, my Dear," Lyra smiled, placing a hand on Mikael's head as he leant into her leg, sucking on his thumb. "Mikael, you grow taller each time I see you."

"Olenna." Lyra pressed a kiss to the older woman's cheek, smiling. "I have missed you. Are you back in the capital for long?"

"Sadly not. I came only for the meeting and to see you," Olenna smiled, though there was sadness hidden in it. "I don't want to stay in this gods forsaken city for long."

"Then maybe Mikael and I might come and visit you in Highgarden once this business is all done with."

"I would like that very much." Olenna smiled, before turning back to business. "I heard about the Iron Bank situation."

"I'm not surprised you did." Joffrey muttered, a small smirk on his face as he leant down to pick Mikael into his arms. "You seem to have ears everywhere."

"My house is not as it once was." Olenna ignored Joffrey's words, smiling at Lyra. "I want to front the gold to you. I am getting older and I have no heirs to follow after me. It would soothe my heart to know that you two are still on the throne without the threat of the Iron Bank following after you."

Lyra and Joffrey stood stunned, neither knowing what to say.

"Thank you for your generous offer, my Lady, but we can not..." Joffrey began, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Nonsense, you'll take the money and that will be all I hear about it." Olenna cut him off, staring the king down until Joffrey relented, before looking over at Randyll. "When I die, I would like Randyll to become the liege lord in my stead. He is the next largest house after my own and has a son and a daughter who can continue the legacy. Consider it my final wish."

"Don't speak like that." Lyra muttered, her eyes going soft as she reached for Olenna's hand. "We will sort this out, Olenna, and pay you back."

"Don't make promises you can not keep, my Dear." Olenna smiled sadly. "I am old now. My time is coming soon, preferably before the war because the only thing more annoying that a trial, is a war."

Lyra smiled sadly, before hooking her arm through the older woman's, who she had come to see as a grandmother, and walking her out. Despite Olenna's acceptance of her fate, Lyra couldn't bare to think on it. She didn't want to lose someone else close to her.

Hiya,

Uh, fair warning, Daenerys gets bashed in this book because it's from Lyra and Joff's pov, however she has her own book called Angela where there is no Dany bashing, so have that. This was supposed to be up like a week ago, but essays stressed me out so I couldn't get them up. 

Let me know what you think.

Love Li xx