Crossing the Divide 28

Each of my footsteps fell with a reserved anger. Those watching would think I was calm but strong. I walked past Littlefinger's men, Sansa Stark, the Wilding, and Jorah. It took all of my control not to go to him. The brief moment I looked at his face I saw a great pain turn to anger as he saw what had been done to me. Bronn stood at the foot of the Iron Throne as I sat down and Jaime Lannister stood beside the treacherous human.

"Lord Petyr Baelish," I began. "I have heard many stories about you coming from the lips of my men. I did not expect your presence here and not with prisoners in tow."

My clothing was like it was the majority of the days after my coronation. A lot of skin showed and it was almost as if I was wearing no clothing at all. My t*** were the only things that were covered besides my legs. My t*** were allowed much room to breath, though, and so it seemed they were barely covered. The reason was selfish on my part as I needed reassurance that my torture hadn't left me undesirable.

"I regret that I couldn't inform you beforehand." Littlefinger replied, fake modesty soaking his voice. "I was already on my way here before Cersei met her end."

"Cersei is not dead." I told him. "She is being held until Daenerys Targaryen comes to King's Landing. The former queen will be an offering. A gift. Your lack of knowledge on that matter is overshadowed by the fact that you have my husband as one of your prisoners."

I was rewarded with a small shiver, barely noticeable, from the man. While he was controlling himself, I saw Sansa squint her eyes at me. However Daenerys, Jorah, Tyrion, and the others had described me would not match how I currently looked. My husband and I were connected on a level beyond words so of course he would always recognize me. It was possible that Littlefinger had kept the change of command from his captives. That would explain why I hadn't been recognized by the others.

"The Targaryen has spoken highly of your mercy." Littlefinger said, losing any sign of his nervousness. "I don't think such a wise ruler like you would kill me over simple anger."

"You are right that I am more merciful than others." I told him. "I met Daenerys when I saved her life and helped her retake Meereen because I felt it was the right thing to do. I have an instinct to know a person's soul that goes beyond logic and reason. Release my husband and we can continue talking about my mercy."

-This is a Mature Story (if in content if not plot)
-It's a Game of Thrones/Resident Evil Fic
-It's a Jorah Mormont Fic

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Crossing the Divide 27

The battle continued with all of us sustaining damage. Mine was more of annoyance, though, as the right hits hadn't penetrated my skin yet. After an hour of fighting there was only one more helicopter. I managed to close one claw around it and easily penetrated it. I breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at my two remaining helicopters. I roared in delight and then ten other flying vehicles came towards us. This time they were some form of fighter planes which meant Umbrella was close by. I knew this as fighter planes wouldn't be able to reach Malana's island without help. I growled as I realized we would need to find out where they were or face endless waves of enemies.

My two helicopters positioned themselves on either side of me and we flew towards Umbrella's planes. I couldn't communicate with my own men so I would just have to trust they made the right calls. If they didn't...I would worry about that later. As the first shots were fired I felt a strange substance on my face. I looked up and saw the impossible. A fighter shot my head and I fired flames from my jaws. As the pilot flew in confusion of what had happened, I bit the vehicle in two. It fell down as the full force of the rain started.

The five remaining fighters were distracted for a moment. It was a miracle that the clouds above us had started to produce rain after so long. After the moment was passed the fight continued with lightning and thunder providing music. It was odd fighting in the rain as I had never done so in the Nightmare. Fighting in the rain was more difficult than I had anticipated as my two helicopters weren't flying as well as they usually did.

Two fighters were on me and kept just out of reach of my flames. One of them always remained below me while the other remained above me. I played their game as I kept track of the weather to see how best to win. Some turbulence provided the answer to one as the fighter below me tried to make corrections to his flight before I could attack. It was only a half-second of an opening but I made the shot. I couldn't watch it fall as I had to worry about the second fighter as the rain increased.

-This is a Mature Story (if in content if not plot)
-It's a Game of Thrones/Resident Evil Fic
-It's a Doctor Isaacs Fic

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Crossing the Divide 26

"You should've killed her." Arya told me as I sat on the Iron Throne.

My coronation had ended thirty minutes ago but I couldn't seem to make myself leave this seat. I had been able to remain calm even though I couldn't comprehend how this could be reality. I had been able to deal with many strange things but this...this was the pinnacle of insanity. The crown on my head felt wrong and I couldn't wait until Daenerys came to take it off of me.

"I'm a little sister." Arya said. "I could be the one in the prophecy."

"We've gone over this before." I said, recounting two hours worth of the same argument. "It could be that Daenerys will ask you to kill Cersei thereby fulfilling the prophecy. You don't need to do it now if it is you. The gods won't allow another to take her life if it is by your hands she is destined to die."

She stopped and sighed. I could feel the bloodlust coming off of her in waves. It was as though I were viewing myself in my younger years. The years when I lived in Westeros and was known as Scourge to few. But to those few my name made their blood freeze. Khaleesi was my daughter in the Nightmare and part of me wanted to give the same role to Arya here. Like me, the Stark girl could easily go into darkness with no way out. It had only been because I had survived grey scale and then the death of Franc that I had been able to come back into the light. I could make sure that she didn't need that pain in her past. She already had enough.

"If you want to kill her so bad, why are you following my orders?" I asked Arya. "You just met me and yet you held back."

"You saved the city and now you're the queen." Arya said.

"Vengeance does not tend to bow down before sympathy and rulers. Some part of you isn't overcome by blood lust."

-This is a Mature Story (if in content if not plot)
-It's a Game of Thrones/Resident Evil Fic
-It's an Arya Stark Fic

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