Through the narrow windows of the throne room rays of the dazzling sun flowed, and falling on the jewelry and metal, shone with all the colors of the rainbow. When Tyrion Lannister squinting, he got up from his chair and the noise in the hall stopped immediately. Everyone was waiting.
- Greetings to you, Lords and Ladies. - After a little coughing, he turned to all the Hand, leaving his piercing eyes on those present. His wrinkled face was not a shadow of a smile, his hands were glued together in a castle, and his whole posture expressed sorrow. - We all know the reason that made you come a long way. Bran Broken was a wise, worthy king, and for twenty years Westeros was thriving under his government. Alas, the fever took his life too soon.
In the hall ran barely audible hormone. People nodded their heads and sighed sadly. Tyrion looked at Sansa Stark, frozen in her place and looking nowhere with a face that was completely cold and indifferent.
- Now," the Hand continued, raising his voice slightly, turning his eyes away from the Queen of the North. - We need to choose the New King or Queen.
Having said this, Tyrion felt the tension in the room begin to condense. Looking at his son, he saw that Titos' lips were smiling a bit crooked and his eyes glowing with a mysterious shine. Besa's heart suddenly clenched with an anxious foreboding. Dried up in his throat. Coming up to the high table on thin carved legs, he filled the silver cup with cool water. After taking a few sips, he wiped his lips with the back of his hand and continued.
- So. Our contenders for the throne were Sansa Stark the Queen of the North, Titos Lannister the Lord of Casterly Rock and Edmur Tully the Lord of the Riverlands. You will need to vote for one of them.
After hearing the list of candidates, people in the hall noisily looked at Lord Tully sitting next to his wife and son in bewilderment. Having pressed her lips, Sansa, either with surprise or with reproach, looked closely at her uncle. Edmur Tully, an old man with a shiny bald head, stepped up from his seat and looked at the crowd.
- Yes, I decided that I would be a worthy king for Six Kingdoms. I have experience in management, I have survived several wars and I come from the noble house of Tully. - He said with confidence.
Immediately the Queen of the North got up from her seat, took an arrogant look at everyone, and prevented Uncle Edmund from continuing her speech in a voice that was not opposed:
- I am Bran's closest relative, and I am the one who should take the throne.
- Forgive me, Your Majesty," her son, Tyrion, interrupted her completely without holding back her snide grin. - You are the Queen of the North. And your place is in the North.
- My son will rule the North. - The first time I saw you, Sansa Stark was parried. Her eyes sparkled blue; she did not intend to retreat so easily.
Titos Lannister was about to give the Queen of the North a worthy fight back,
as, suddenly, a loud voice sounded and a man in black attire, distanced himself from the marble column, removed the hood from his head, hiding his appearance. All faces turned towards the tall, black-haired young man who had entered the center of the throne room.
- I am also putting forward my candidacy.
Samwell Tarley, who had frozen until then at the foot of the throne, made a loud, frightened cry:
- Oh Gods! John!
Nathan turned towards the Grand Maester and answered with contempt in his eyes:
- No, I am not John. My name is Damion. - The young man was saying, "No, I'm not John. - I am the son of Jon Snow, or rather Aegon Targaryen, the rightful heir to the throne of the Seven Kingdoms. And this is my brother Orvin.
At that moment, two more figures rose from one of the long wooden benches, which nobody had paid attention to before. One of them was a dark-haired, curly woman in camping clothes and tall hunting boots, and next to her stood a boy who looked like Damion. He came up to his brother and stood beside him, shaking his dark, curly hair, and shone with his gray eyes.
There was such silence in the room that it seemed as if one could hear the beating of hearts.
Suddenly there was a cry from somewhere in the back row:
- Oh! It seems that the fun begins! Well, at least we came for a reason.