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Third Person POV.
King's Landing.
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"So this is where we are going to live?" Val murmured beside Daemon, watching men going in and out with reports for their captains and commanders, who filtered the best information for the king, in case something relevant about the control of the city happened.
"Yes, this will be the place... Well, you get used to it. You will wear a dress every day, always put on makeup, and you must behave like a southern lady.", Daemon replied, winking at her.
"Great...", Val murmured, huffing.
"Your Majesty", a man approached bringing a prisoner. "This is a Lord Serrett, from the West."
Daemon stared at the man, who did not stop trembling under the king's gaze on the throne. "I understand. Just put him in the Black Cells. We will decide what to do with each of the lords of the West at another time."
"My lord, I only followed orders! I could not go against Tywin Lannister! We had no idea we would lose like this!", the man pleaded.
Daemon shook his head. "Go to the Black Cells to cool your head. Later we will talk about what happened."
These last words were heard as the man was dragged away by the king's guard.
Afterward, the king looked at Sandor Clegane, who was standing in position, as if no one could come near without passing through him. Lafy was in a corner, still trying to recover, waiting for any order from Daemon.
"Did he kill anyone?", Daemon asked as he turned to Val.
Val looked at Lady and nodded. "Yes. He was a bit clumsy at first, but he got the hang of it. He faced a man, struck with the spear in a charge, and then fell from the horse. With no choice, he had to fight with swords. He managed to win. The armor protected him from losing his arm before I could reach him after he killed a second Lannister soldier.", she replied.
Daemon nodded, satisfied.
Lord Stark entered at that moment along with Robb and some lords of the North, stepping into the throne room. His uncle's gaze went straight to Tywin, suspended in the air in chains.
'A fine war trophy', he might say.
Even the lords of the North looked at it immediately, beginning to tremble.
"Your Majesty", as he approached, Lord Stark stepped toward the throne and knelt, along with the other men of the North.
"You fought well. How is the city?", Daemon asked.
"It is peaceful, my king. The civilians suffered little damage. They are all under control. We also managed to capture the entire Lannister army and even Bolton along with the Gold Cloaks, but many fled among the crowds", Lord Stark said, with some regret.
"Well, you cannot catch everyone in the middle of a crowd...", Daemon nodded, understanding. "But you said you captured the Boltons as well?"
"Yes. Roose Bolton is dead. I cut his throat, my king", Robb said, omitting the fact that he had used a trick to reach Bolton.
Daemon merely showed a faint smile. He knew what had happened and did not care in the slightest. People who broke oaths and even sacred rituals did not deserve honor. Roose Bolton would have no honor; why should Robb have to?
Daemon said nothing. He was certain that Lord Stark must know what had truly happened, and Daemon saw him becoming a little disappointed with his son after the account of how he defeated Bolton, but Daemon remained silent. He did not judge Robb.
Lord Brynden entered the throne room at that moment, bringing men who were coughing up blood. This made many step back immediately, looking in horror at the dirty and weakened prisoners.
Daemon narrowed his eyes. He already knew that Cersei had made her move. "So the Lannisters poisoned them?", Daemon murmured.
This was the work of Cersei Lannister, out of hatred — for what Damon had done, having captured and beheaded Jaime Lannister — she had poisoned all the prisoners to a slow death. Thus, if he truly managed to win, he would only be coming to see his allies die.
The two missing Umbers were among them. Also there were Alys Karstark's older brother and other nobles from the North and the South captured at the Red Wedding and during the war. Some of them should have been at the Twins, which led Lord Bolton, when descending from the North, to pass through there and take the prisoners by Tywin's order.
In desperation, the late and filthy Walder Frey had agreed, counting on the Lannisters to help them, and they never came, staying to protect King's Landing — which also became useless in the face of Daemon's army.
Thus, the prisoners were brought to King's Landing. Damon already knew everything and they would have to do something. In truth, he had no attachment to them; two of them he himself had broken every bone during the confrontation with Robb when he encountered him as an enemy in the riverlands.
And the most important among the prisoners was Brynden Tully's nephew, Edmure. He was spitting blood, looking at his uncle in despair.
"My son... my wife...", he spoke, losing himself in his own words, as if he could not even pronounce them properly before starting to cough and spit blood again.
"They poisoned the prisoners", declared a southern lord, in disgust.
"Yes. It seems they all have only a few hours until nightfall before they drop dead", Daemon analyzed the situation with his keen eyes. It was cruel. They had left them tormented by a poison that acts over twenty-four hours.
"Is there no way to save them?", Brynden asked urgently.
"Only if they can obtain the antidote, but I doubt they can get it. What I can offer is a painless death, so they may stop suffering", Daemon replied.
Brynden clenched his teeth. His nephew was dying.
They had already lost Hoster, Catelyn, and now Edmure would fall as well. He wanted to shout that they had made an agreement with Damon to save the Lannisters, but Brynden did not even know that there had been no negotiation at all. Damon would never let the Lannisters go in exchange for the prisoners. He had no love for Edmure or the Tully family, especially because of Catelyn.
"Very well. Then end their suffering." That was the decision Brynden made. He looked at Lord Stark, saw the lords of the North suffering as well, then faced Damon, who nodded in agreement.
"I leave this to all of you." Damon made a box appear before them. There were more than a few dozen vials.
"Those who do not use them, return them to me", he said.
A man approached the throne and picked up the box.
"Let me do it", Brynden said, stopping the man who was approaching Edmure.
He himself handed the vial to his nephew. "Where are my children?", Edmure murmured without seeming to know where he was or who stood before him; he was delirious, in his final words, before feeling the silent poison take effect. The light began to fade from his eyes, and he fell, just like all the others.
The poison Damon had created was one of his tactics: offering a quick death to those with whom he could not negotiate.
"My lords, I know this was not honorable, but the Lannisters will pay for this. Their family will be destroyed in a day at most. They will pay for all their crimes, and their name will never again exist among the nobility of the Seven Kingdoms", Daemon declared.
Many men stirred with a bitter taste of vengeance.
After all the chaos caused — since the night of the sack in King's Landing, after Robert killed Rhaegar, then the chaos Tywin created with the War of the Four Kings and through the attempts to keep his nephew in power — the Lannisters had never been punished for their actions.
But now they were paying.
And none of them failed to feel a satisfying taste in knowing it.
"Release me! Get me out of here! I am the king!", a voice shouted from the corridors, as a group of men brought none other than Tommen's older brother.
King Joffrey. Or rather, the former King Joffrey.
Everyone in the hall hardened their expressions. And for a simple reason: no one there liked that little shit.
"Look who stands in our presence", Daemon's voice sounded cold.
Joffrey lifted his gaze and was surprised to see someone sitting on the Iron Throne — the royal throne that should have been his and on which he had never had the opportunity to establish himself, because it had been taken.
"You!", Joffrey shouted.
"Hey, do not be so loud, you little shit. Throw him forward", Damon ordered.
The men shoved him, making him stumble and fall to the ground.
Joffrey rose in anger, but there was fear in his eyes. He looked around and no longer saw a single ally. Lord Stark stared at him with a hard look — the same look of someone who wanted to kill him, since the last time they had seen each other, Joffrey had given the order to execute him.
Robb was even less friendly. He seemed even more willing to kill Joffrey right there than Lord Stark.
No one there looked at him without disgust.
Joffrey turned his gaze forward and finally saw his mother fallen, unconscious, beside his brother. He also saw Grand Maester Pycelle thrown into a corner with his cousin Lancel, and his grandfather bound in chains, suspended in the middle of the hall above him.
His gaze fell upon the Iron Throne, where he saw Damon with an amused expression, violet eyes reflecting his satisfaction. Beside him stood a blonde woman in armor, and the Hound himself remained standing as the king's guard.
"Hound, how can you?!", Joffrey shouted in desperation. "I order you to save me! Kill this bastard!"
Joffrey hated Damon for everything he had done: the sparring in Winterfell, the accusations and rumors in the city, Robert's death, the theft of the Iron Throne, the arrow that remained in his leg and the entire advance that made him lose all his allies — from the Iron Bank to the Tyrells.
No one had stood by the Lannisters, though for different reasons that Joffrey did not know. To him, Damon was behind everything. He was the cause. He had destroyed his destiny of being king.
Some in the hall laughed upon hearing Joffrey demand Damon's head, while the Hound merely snorted.
"Take him to the Black Cells as well. Bind each of the Lannisters and place them in separate cells. With the exception of Tywin, of course. He is very well where he is at the moment." Daemon mocked after giving the order.
The men began dragging Joffrey away as he shouted, "You mangy dog! HM?!" The guard punched him, knocking him unconscious after Damon ordered them to silence the screaming.
The Lannisters, one by one, were bound together with Pycelle and taken away.
"There is still one Lannister left, is there not? You said there was a dwarf", Val commented.
Damon smiled. "Do not worry. He did not even take part in the fight. He simply hid in a tavern and began drinking. We caught him along with the sellsword he hired. They are coming at this moment."
It did not take long before Tyrion Lannister was brought along with Bronn before the throne.
Bronn was tense, while Tyrion was completely drunk, collapsed on the floor. He began to rise slowly and stared at Damon seated on the Iron Throne.
"Is it just me, or has the war already ended?", he said, staggering, while some men in the hall whispered at the shameful scene.
"Look up and you will have your answer", Damon replied calmly.
Tyrion almost burped and coughed before continuing: "Well... if you are my father? It is my father, is it not?! You put my father up there and certainly this is a sight I never imagined seeing in my small existence. After all, I will die along with him, will I not?", the dwarf asked, still stumbling over his words.
"I still do not know what to do with you. You are an adult Lannister, but you also did not have a great impact on your father's crimes", Damon said, considering.
"Well... what is left for me now? You are going to kill my entire family. You killed my brother, killed my aunt, and I saw my uncle's head as well!", Tyrion babbled.
"It is true. Well, in any case, take him to a cell", Damon ordered.
Not only him, but Bronn was taken along as well.
With that, all the Lannisters were under custody. The execution would be carried out the following morning. But for now, there was work to be done.
Damon rose.
"Everyone, let us organize the city. I want the number of casualties. I want the prisoners transferred out of the city. Search for those who escaped and keep watch everywhere.", he said, pointing to Tywin suspended above. "The lords of the West will be placed in the Black Cells. I also want you to gather food supplies and bring them into the city. We will replenish the place."
Now they only needed to organize King's Landing, because it was already a conquered city at this moment.
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