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War of the Five Queens: Fire and Blood

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She had been staring at the Arbor wine in her goblet for far too long, she gently swilled it around the sides of the cup, watching the blood red liquid crash against the rim like a wave against a rocky shore, bringing the chalice up to lip level she stopped taking a slightly defined sniff, letting the deep floral and sweet notes reach her upper palate, she almost couldn't hear the old man prostrate and complain about recent events, lost in the moment but dragged back to reality by his insistent whining.

"Your grace, the crown is deeply indebted to the iron bank of Braavos, as I said before defaulting on the crowns loans is not a prudent choice in this ones opinion, there's still time to change your mind" The old man sputtered on the last word, tugging on his beard and grand maesters chain, long a loyal advisor to the crown, Grand maester Pycelle was frozen in fear, the stern gaze of the queen mother held him in place, she didn't say a word but he felt his insides twist. The long table of the kings small council sat mostly bare, only a few seats were occupied by various sycophants allied with the Queen mother, most chosen by her personally? Her mind drifted to the thought of the king newly crowned probably of playing with his kittens, she had tried to do everything in her power to shelter and protect him and instead she had created a soft, weak boy.

"It is true my queen, its often said for every debt that goes unpaid new enemies spring up, funded by the iron bank under promise of whence crowned that they will pay back there debt, If some rebel or beggar king like Stannis Baratheon gets the Braavosi's money it could be disastrous for the King." Gyles Rosby master of coin finished his statement hacking blood and flem into a handkerchief much to the disgust of those around him.

"The iron bank will have its due" Orton Merryweather, hand of the king nodded in supplication, his orange hair covering his eyes, for all she knew up to this point she had assumed him asleep, perhaps he had just awoken?

"The Braavosi are all talk, words are wind..." Cersei spat out, raising her hand for silence sharply before anyone could speak up, the assembled small council kowtowed to her will, a small satisfied smile crept on her face, taking another deep sip she watched the men squirm, true power finally in her grasp.

"Your all dismissed, except you Qyburn, we have much to discuss" Cersei flicking the golden locks from her eyes stood, her elegant golden, red dress trailing her as she went to fetch more wine, Qyburn had been sitting patiently at the far end of the table, as the new master of whisperers he had assumed the title well, always listening, speaking only when spoken to or unless of grave importance, his face and voice a kindly grandfather but Cersei knew the truth of it, an ex maester, his chain removed for questionable experiments and ideals.

"What have your little birds told you Qyburn, what of the status of the realm?" Cersei's attention still almost fully on her wine, but such matters couldn't be left to fate or worse of left to lesser men, her attention turned to the smiling old man's face.

"Stannis Baratheon has raised an army, gathering allies from a few minor houses it seems, he has been quick to gather northern supporters and I suspect will be marching on winterfell soon. Your grace shouldn't concern herself we have spies in his camp close to him, Karstarks... It is only a matter of time before either the elements or Lord Bolton, your warden in the north catches up to him" Cersei nodded, her face turning to meet his, almost pleading, or as much as someone of her temperament and position could.

"Jamie Lanister, He continue's to bring the river lands under heel, his father's skills in diplomacy clearly tempers him as well... He's fine your grace" Cersei silently sighed to herself, the river lands could burn for all she cared so long as her twin brother Jamie stood alive and triumphant, she turned to leave the chamber, Qyburn quickly raising his voice in a manner which was both courteous but demanded attention.

"More troublesome your grace is word from the east continent, in essos. Though the slave trade is outlawed here as your grace knows, the cities of Slavers bay and the slave trade themselves are no more, Volantis lies in ruin as your grace surely knows is one of the larger procurers of slaves, reports speak of an army comprising of countless sell sword company's, unsullied, an ex slave host, the golden company themselves broke there contract with Volantis to join this, throng..." Cersei had heard the golden company was unshakeable in there contracts.

"All supported by a Dothraki horde the likes of which essos has never seen..." Qyburn sweated, something Cersei had never seen before, he looked worried but hid it well, years of living in Kings Landing had taught her to spot such signs, an able lying and manipulator was the only way to survive.

"Who leads this army..." Cersei croaked. "They speak of her as a goddess, revered above all gods our own seven included, the dragon queen your grace. Rumour has it she immolated herself with dragon eggs and was reborn as a being of divine will" Cersei scoffed and laughed a single note in contempt.

"Rumours and hearsay, told from essos slaves to peasants and brought across by superstitious sailors to westeros no doubt"  Cersei laughed at the absurdity of it all before Qyburn spoke up.

"What ever the case she HAS managed to procure a sizeable army and her sphere of influence is growing I..." A messenger quickly walked up to the spy, a child no more than ten name days, Cersei reckoned, whispering in the maester's ear at an inaudible level before leaving quickly.

"Your grace your are needed in the throne room, there is an audience who awaits you, a representative of the dragon queen herself..." Qyburn nodded before shuffling out of the room, Cersei nodded to her kings guard protector to follow before stomping of down the long halls to the throne room, passing nobles whispering and gossiping no doubt in relation to the summons, word travelled fast in the capital. Entering the throne room, Cersei stared at the throne for a second in apprehension. Long ago the conquered swords of the lords and self proclaimed kings of this continent of Westeros were melted down to make a throne for the invading Targaryens with there dragons fire, the ugly throne a symbol of there power, Cersei hated it, it had a tendency to snag her clothes and cut her, quickly she ascended the iron throne careful not to get caught upon the many melted blades which comprised its mass.

"Bring them in" she spoke once comfortable, adjusting her dress and sitting in a manner which asserted dominance of all who entered. No great queen or attendants entered though, just a thin man, middle aged who had seen perhaps too much sun, a noble from essos perhaps though his clothes were plain and unassuming, with one hand dismissively she entreated him to speak.

"I am Raznas na Idhak, free man of Mereen, ex slave and now I serve at the dragon empresses leisure, we believed we were going to speak to the king this day?" the thick ghisicari accents attempt at the common tongue was insulting to Cersei's ears, but not only that this empress had sent an ex slave to entreat with her, her fury bubbling to just below the surface, hidden by years of practice.

"The King Tommen is currently predisposed, You will address me the Queen mother as if you were speaking to him, what does the dragon empress require of the Iron Throne? Trade links perhaps? or perhaps some of the Arbor's finest vintage?" Cersei turned to her kings guard, scoffing in jest who returned the laugh back in earnest, the court laughed along like well trained dogs.

"Fire and blood" the ex slave spoke, his words a much a threat as a proclamation for the entire court to hear, Cersei's attention turned immediately back to slave, turning a slight shade of white, the words caught in her mind. Targaryen words, a house deposed, there children killed under her father's orders years ago. "Who do you speak for?"

"Dragon Empress Daenerys Stormborn Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Khaleesi of the Great Grass, Princess of dragonstone, breaker of chains, and doom of Volantis." The man listed of all her titles proudly as if he himself was there bearer.

"You speak of half those titles as if she has already earnt them, lord of the seven kingdoms!? The title isn't hers, the title belongs to Tommen first of his name and my son the king, do you wish to invade and take them by force?" Fury raged through Cersei now, her emotions open for the court to hear.

"They are hers by right of her ancestry and splendour, her magnificent is beyond your comprehension, she will take them with fire and blood, her armies are vast her fury and mercy without measure, unless you kneel before me, here and now.." His eyes full of conviction stared into her own, she looked away momentarily.

"Seize him..." Cersei spat, the gold cloak city guard escorts for the slave that stood either side seized his arms in vice like grips, he didn't budge, still staring intently.

"Do you think we weren't prepared for such an assault? Do you think are spies are blind? The strongest and most experienced navy in the world sits at our doorstep north of kings landing, the redwynne fleet will crush your fleet if you dare set into the blackwater bay or any territory be it north or south, are scouts are numerous" Cersei snarled, her face a shade of red in anger.

"Who said anything about a fleet?" A brief smile spread across his face, "you can still end this if you but take the knee..." He was almost pleading now, but not for his own life, strangely he felt it was for hers, Cersei turned to her master torturer ser Ilyn Payne, who stood grim faced at the side of the court.

"Make it slow, then when he is sufficiently bloody, burn him. I'll give you fire and blood slave!" Cersei stood to leave to her chambers, all the while the ex slave shouted, "You've doomed your city! Doomed everyone here! Your arrogance has ended you and your children!" Cersei took no heed as the shouts became softer and softer till like all her enemies they were none existent.

Cersei, sat for some hours in her chambers in the red keep, no doubt a war council was in session, she didn't care all of the Lannister's enemies lay broken and defeated what was one more? Turning to the window the sun was setting, his words still ringing in her head, taking another deep gulp of wine to quiet the voices. It started almost like a clap of thunder and with a sickening crash ended with a loud explosion of rubble as if a siege had begun, Cersei had lived through one siege and knew the tell tale signs of a trebuchet, but never on this scale or power, she didn't expect war so soon, how had her spies not noticed...

Rushing to her balcony window, wine goblet in hand the city was in disarray, the tiny citizenry below rushed around trying to  put out a fire that was quickly spreading amongst the poorer quarter's of flea bottom. There a ship lay, splintered in large pieces, a large sail flag lay sprawled across a buildings roof clear to see the houses sigil, grapes on blue, the symbol of house Redwynne from the fleet stationed north of the city. Cersei gasped in shock, buildings were crushed under its impact, Cersei begun to wonder how such thing was possible, before turning her attention to the blackwater bay as a tidal surge pushed its way upon one side of the city wall and gate, flooding the streets, pulling all the grime down with it, the commoners of flea bottom pushed and pulled down the narrow streets those that were weak enough drowning in the salty water, with one more tremendous wave, it emerged.

One thick calloused hand pulled from the surf onto the rocks before the city walls, then another with one large grunt it pulled itself out of the blue waves slowly at first, as a large head crowned by white long locks and purple hue eyes visible even at this distance to Cersei, peered out into the sprawling city with disgust.Thick muscular neck muscles and traps rose level to the top of her head, her face a grimace of anger and vengeance.

With her impossibly muscular forearms she pulled the rest of herself out slowly at first, her breast tissue was none existent, only large muscular pecs which jutted out obscenely making her look like some type of beast, all the more absurd in contrast to her beautiful delicate facial features, her torso was visible now, a wide thick set of abs each cobblestone the size of a small house, wide muscular hips and upper legs with unbelievable sized gargantuan calf's loaded with untold power, overall in size and power she put the legendary lighthouse the 'titan' of Braavos to shame. Quickly one foot reached the shore, the impact sending up dust and causing the ground to shake from her power, Cersei almost losing balance, staring upwards even from the solar she stood in at the colossal sized woman.

The other leg quickly pulled up from the surf onto the city wall nonchalantly turning that section to rubble with little to no resistance. There before the city, peasants and nobility alike saw her, gazing in awe, the dragon empress had arrived, proud and mighty observing the city like a predator watches prey. Cersei's mouth was agape, her wine goblet fell from her hand spilling onto the stone floor, a sense of dread coupled with a cold sweat was upon her now, her tremendous size and fury apparent to everyone in the city.

Daenery's Targaryen stood triumphantly, large hands on her hips as she observed the inhabitants a smile emerged upon her lips. "Subjects of kings landing, I am Daenerys Stormborn, your wars have left your kingdoms spent, I am here to unite you, protect you... I ask only your love and obedience, know that my wrath and fury is without measure people of Kings Landing." her voice was deep and voluminous even from this distance, loud enough to hurt Cersei's ears, silence fell upon the city save for the beasts breathing, almost on cue a rain of arrows hit into her flank followed by a ballista siege bolt slamming into her side, with a bestial like roar the fate of kings landing was sealed.

Raising one large muscular foot up and lowering it with magnificent force the archers were crushed the rest scattered as the earth shattering blow fell with great malice she stood upon them like a child crushing ants on a stone pavement as they tried to flee, the ballista upon the gatehouse turret now reloaded, she turned her impressive bulk to it, snatching it up in one hand before crushing it into twigs and dust between her mighty palms, her monstrous biceps flaring, savouring the moment, flexing to her self and her captive audience.

Indiscriminately Daenerys stepped through the city, destroying all who got in her way, her attention turning to the red keep and by extension Cersei, frozen on the spot she could only watch as Daenerys rampaged through the city crumpling houses under foot, all the while getting closer like a great shark, the stone buildings falling to pieces as if they were made of paper, she took particular attention to the great sept of baelor, the cathedral like structure a hallowed place of worship for centuries "From where there was seven, there shall only be one, my will!" She bellowed, pulling her hulking muscular leg back and punting the structure into fragments slamming all over the city destructively.


Licking her lips at the sight of the red keep a symbol of power and oppression  throughout Westeros, the gargantuan woman swaggered over to the sprawling, spire like structure. Cersei begun to weep, thinking of her son she fell to her knees as the titaness laughed with glee digging her fingers into the base of the red stone keep, the interiors crumbling and rocking as she hoisted the structure above her head grunting and straining under the weight, her biceps and neck muscles flared outwards under the resistance, growling triumphantly and deeply as she slammed the keep into the blackwater bay with an earth shaking explosion as the structure disintegrated into rubble causing another further tidal wave to crash against the ruined city, she roared like a beast in victory instinctively beating her thick pecs and crab flexing as a show of dominance over her defeated foes, this city like Volantis would serve as a lesson. Surveying the scene of devastation she had wrought across the city she smiled, the rest of the seven kingdoms would fall in line, the age of Daenerys first of her name had begun, the seven kingdoms no more. 

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Authors note: I hope you guys enjoy this little story and the fantastic morph by JD even more so :) (Smile) this is based more on the book than the TV series but I did try I to make it accessible for everyone who hasn't seen the show or read the books. There are alot of nods and faithfulness to those who have read the books themselves but I had to straddle that balance! Hopefully you'll like this one enough for a few other morphs and stories involving a few different characters pre Daenerys landing in Westeros! P.S they won't be giantesses :p (Lick)

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This story has been written by my good friend :iconaafsa: Please be sure to drop her a line of compliment if you like the story!

Finally its finished!!!! This was the incredible complicated piece I had been working on this past few weeks. It took me hours and hours to make this! I tried various new techniques on this morph and even made her modified clothing from the original dress the wears in the series. I hope it shows and you all like it! 
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