***TYRION***
Gathered at the town square not far from Casterly Rock, Tyrion and his wife, including his seven blades, were in attendance, along with soldiers, lords, and ladies loyal to him from the beginning of the civil war. Tyrion was seated on a golden lion-themed throne made for him by goldsmiths using gold from the river of gold deep beneath the rock. Anaissa Sat on a throne made of pure silver with designs of eyes and moon on it.
"With the aid of Spies already embedded in each house and the help of my wife, Anaissa, who can see everything happening with the help of her eye in the sky, I had all of the traitorous lords and ladies who backed Loren Lannister and all of his supporters dragged out here and forced to kneel before me. Confess your crimes to your lord and everyone outside Casterly Rock. Refusing to admit you backed a traitor will cost you not only your life but the life of every single man, woman, and child connected to you in any way." Lord Tyrion spoke.
"And if we don't deny but admit our wrongdoing, what then?" asked a lord kneeling with his hands tied behind his back."
"Only you get to die and be reborn as an undying loyal servant in my service, sparing your spouses and children, and if someday you decide to take vengeance and take my husband's life or the lives of my children, then you will be sent out to take the lives of your spouses, children and grandchildren. Their souls will come into my collection for me to torment for as long as I live. Now, choose." Anaissa said coldly yet softly.
"You are neither fit nor capable of being the head of Casterly Rock, House Lannister, or being Lord Paramount of the Westerlands, regardless of what that impotent King Bran says. I lay my life so my family can continue to live, I only pray that they outlive you, your foreign whore wife and your monstrous children. Take my life and do what you will with my body."
Tyrion looked at one of the Seven Blades and nodded at them, "Take Lord Rock's life, but please don't mess him up too much."
Lord Rock had his throat slit in the blink of an eye. Blood sprayed outward from his wound and painted the ground red before him. Lady Dove was next, and like her fellow lord before her, she confessed her part in helping ship in assassins from Essos for Loren Lannister.
"I Lady Dove confess here before my fellow damned lords and ladies of noble houses of The Westerlands and in front of Tyrion Lannister and his wife, the lady Anaissa of Ibben, that I was a major contributor to Loren Lannister's rebellion by buying Assasins from Essos and providing ships masked as trading ships to bring them here to kill Tyrion Lannister. I give my life so that my surviving children may be spared and learn never to turn against their Lord Paramount and protector of The Westerlands."
Tyrion, moved by her sincere confession, tasked Anaissa to take her life painlessly, which Anaissa did by touching her forehead and uttering something in her native language. Lady Dove's eyes rolled back in her head, and her body slumped forward lifelessly on the ground. One by one the lord and ladies had their throats slit or were stabbed in the heart, as much as all of them wished they could save themselves and their families, Tyrion gave them no such mercy, it was either them or them and their entire families. But when it finally came down to rounding up all of the Lannisters roaming around in Lannisport and elsewhere, none were spared.
"When this civil war happened, none of you, my extended family, came to my side, not one of you. You are all Lannisters, but you're also fathers and mothers, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, and more, but most especially, you're all traitors to your Lord. I don't have anything else to say to traitorous family members except tell my sister, Shae, and my father burning in Hell that Tyrion Lannister sends his regards!"
About two hundred men and women, including children and teenagers who had their hands and feet tied and were on their knees, were in four columns of fifty. On Tyrion's silent order, he watched his seven blades and knights from all the houses now loyal to him join and start murdering every single Lannister who cried and begged and shouted for mercy. In the middle of this copious amount of bloodshed and tears, Maester Donald came over and whispered in Tyrion's ear.
"My Lord, the Dwarf loving goddess has performed a miracle on the day you won the civil war. A lioness with three cubs was found hiding and living deep within the earth located not too far from the rivers of wealth. We captured her by feeding her meat pumped with milk of the poppy. Before ending the life of the last Lannister, let him meet the mother lioness."
A path was made for a large rolling metal cage that had a very large dark tawny lioness that anxiously paced back and forth in her metal cage. The metal wheels rolled through pools of blood and rolled over bodies and came to a stop in front of Tyrion and Anaissa. Tyrion stood from his throne like seat and walked over to the lioness who beared her fangs at him and false charged him. She was a lot bigger than any lion from written and artistic documentation. Her coat looked dirty, darker and shaggy. Mosty likely she and her cubs have adapted to living inside of the earth.
"How on earth have you managed to survie this long. Perhaps you venture out to hunt and drag whatever you can get your claws on and bring it back inside of your cave."
The Lioness was getting fed up with Tyrion eyeing her directly and went all in to reach through the space between the bars and she would not fake it this time. With a mighty sharp growl she reached her paw out and stopped halfway as she seemed to pause before pulling her arm back inside and relaxing. There was a subtle red glow in Tyrion's eyes which paired with a subtly dark blue glow in Anaissa's own eyes that everyone could see.
"Throw him in with her" Tyrion said, looking directly at his last living distant Lannister relative, shaking from terror. The guards grabbed him and opened the cage's door. Tyrion's gaze kept the lioness relaxed but when he looked away, The lioness pounced on the young man, ripping him apart starting with his head using her large powerful jaws.
Blood sprayed as the young mans let out his final cries of fear, pain and agony. Tyrion looked on with emotionless. He was joined by Anaissa who stood next to him and held his hand. He turned to face all his lords and ladies along with their knights who accompanied them here.
"This civil war is officially over. Everyone here is to take a single body back with them and burn them and offer their souls to the moon, except for the traitor lords and ladies, they're not done or finished being useful for me."
"My god king, now that this problem has been settled, there Is the other matter of officially consumating our marriage."
"Yes of course, a moment ive been waiting as badly as this one that just passed. Please have this lioness returned back and have a place in the westerlands made for her and her cubs. The reintroduction of lions in this part of the realm is surely a good sign."
***JON***
Jon and Soma wandered through the woods near their tribe's encampment, walking hand in hand while Soma's family and relatives watched over their daughters.
"Dont you ever miss being a knight or a crow, dear?" Soma asked. The snow beneath her fur and leather laden boots crunched beneath the snow.
"Sometimes I do, and then I remember everything I did or had to do to leave that life behind. Had I known how much I never wanted to be king, that I would have to forsake part of myself just to go along with a woman who could kill scores of innocents made her no different than Cercei. I don't mind visiting my sister and perhaps ill visit Bran when the situation calls for it. Tell me my love, is there any place you wish to visit later in the year?"
"I always wanted to see the beaches in Dorne and see a giant kraken near the Iron Islands."
"We could also go picking flowers near around Highgarden with the girls when they are older. I would love that. Snow may be my birth and my name, but sun and light and flowers will be a treasure to see and feel."
"Darling look over there, I think its a weirwood tree. It looks like a really old one too." Soma pointed out.
Jon walked over past some bushes and joined his wife in a sectioned off area where there was in fact one giant weirdwood tree protected by thick thorny brush and bushes. Judging by its face and the faded color he could tell it was truly ancient.
"This tree probably dates back to the time of the children of the forest. To think that you and I are standing before it just like them so very long ago. What do you think of tha---"
Jon saw his wife standing motionless just staring blankly at the tree almost as if she was entranced by it. He tried touching her but she felt stiff down to her very bones. A very bright oval light appeared in front of the weirwood tree. The light looked like white fire that opened up and what or who came forward shocked Jon beyond belief.
"Jon...are you there, its me, Dany" Jon heard Daenery's voice call out to him. He stood closer to this flaming white oval and could see her.
"Are...are....are you really there, or is this magic from the children playing tricks on my mind" Jon asked.
"Jon, its really me, Daenerys. I have to hurry because we only have a few minutes before this magical connection closes. I wanted to ask you, if I was there with you right now, would you kiss me. Would you tell me that you love me because I know what I would tell you if you were here with me."
"I...i don't even know if I should be talking to you right now. Why, why would you kill all those people in Kings Landing when the bells were ringing, did sitting on that god forsaken throne really matter all that much to you, did it matter more than...than...ME"
"...Jon, Aegon. Prior to giving way to madness, I was blinded by rage, anguish, pain, loss and betrayal by so many people that Drogon felt it too as if it were his own. By my own hand and command I took the lives of hundreds and by your own hand you took mine. I don't deserve to sit on the Iron throne, I never was destined for it, I see that now. I had to die and come back to see that it was not written in my life. But I wish and desire to sit on a different throne, one that I want more than anything in the world, do you know where that throne is located...Jon."
For reasons he couldn't understand or explain, her words echoed and revererated with him so profoundly that he felt tears roll down his cheeks and drip onto the snow below.
"Jon...please don't cry. I forgive you for takng my life, if you hadn't, id be burning in Hell. Jon, I love--"
