[King's Landing - Red Keep, Throne Room]

Cersei sat on the Iron Throne, Euron and Harry Strickland stood opposite her. She was still paranoid due the unknown assassin on the loose, but Euron had returned with the Golden Company from Essos, led by Harry Strickland.

"Twenty-thousand men, is it?" She asked.

"Yes, Your Grace. A few died in transit." Harry said.

"They cheated at dice. Or maybe I cheated. Someone cheated. They weren't good fighters. You won't miss them." Euron explained.

"Horses?" Cersei resumed her questioning.

"Two thousand." Captain Strickland replied.

"And elephants?"

"Uh, no elephants, Your Grace."

"That's disappointing. I was told the Golden Company had elephants."

"They are excellent beasts, Your Grace, but not well-suited to long sea voyages."

"In any event, you are most welcome here in King's Landing, Captain Strickland."

"We look forward to fighting on your behalf, Your Grace." Harry bowed, exiting.

"Am I most welcome here?" Euron asked.

"You are a true friend of the crown and an honored guest."

"Good. As a true friend and an honored guest"

Euron started to walk forward but The Mountain stepped in the way. He stopped but leaned towards Cersei.

"I was hoping we could talk in private."

"After the war. That was our agreement." Cersei told him.

"Wars sometimes last yeas."

"You want a whore, buy one. You want a queen, earn her." Cersei stood and starts to walk out.

"How?"

Cersei stopped.

"I've given her a chance for justice, an army, and the Iron Fleet, yet she gives me no sign of affection. My heart is nearly broken."

Cersei turned around to face Euron. "You're insolent. I've executed men for less."

"They were lesser men."

Cersei walked towards the door but halted. She turned around and looked at Euron, who chuckled and followed her, staring at The Mountain as he passed him.

[Red Keep - Cersei's Quarters]

Cersei was standing behind a chair and sighed. "I wanted those elephants."

Across from her, Euron stood getting dressed. He sighed and Cersei walks around the chair and sits down.

"So, how do I compare to the fat king?"

"You're insulting my late husband?"

Euron walked up to her and whispered in her ear. "Are you offended?"

"Robert had a different whore every night, but he still didn't know his way around a woman's body."

"And the Kingslayer?"

Cersei glared at Euron. "You enjoy risking your neck, don't you?

He chuckled. "Life is boring."

"You're not boring, I'll give you that."

Euron smiled and approached, standing over her. "Do I please the queen?"

"You might be the most arrogant man I've evrr met. I like that."

He chuckled.

"But now I want to be alone."

Euron leans down and spoke softly. "I'm going to put a prince in your belly."

He exited and tears started to form in Cersei's eyes.

This was not all what she wanted or imagined as Queen Of The Seven Kingdoms. Her brother abandoning her, being manipulated into another loveless marriage.

At least with this, she could pretend the baby she was carrying was Euron. She wouldn't need to sleep with him if she was pregnant.

[Iron Fleet]

A door could be heard opening and then close, a bow string creaked and then an arrow pierced a man's head. More and more of EURON's men drop dead and a group of men walk over their bodies.

Yara, who was still her uncle's hostage, was tied to the post in the cabin and looked up when she heard a bang. Suddenly, a body fell through the door with an axe in his face.

Theon Greyjoy walked in after it, retrieving the axe and untying his sister.

Theon helped her to her feet before she turned to him, headbutting him. Theon fell to the floor, stunned, and Yara extended a hand. Theon grabbed her hand and they both exited the cabin.

[Theon's Ships]

Three ships from the Iron Fleet sailed together.

"Euron can't defend the Iron Islands, not if he's in King's Landing with all his men and his ships." Yara noted.

Her and Theon stood on deck next to one another.

"We can take our home back." She continued.

"Daenerys went north."

"Daenerys will need somewhere to retreat if they can't hold the North. Somewhere the dead can't go."

Theon paused, sighing. "You're my queen. I go where you command."

Yara turned to him. "You want to go to Winterfell. To fight for the Starks. Go. What is dead may nevr die."

Theon turned to his sister. "What is dead may nevr die."

They embraced and Yara leaned to his ear.

"But kill the bastards anyway."

[King's Landing - Brothel]

Bronn was on a bed in brothel with three women around him; Dirah, Crayah and Marei.

"I hear the dragon burnt up a thousand Lannister men." Dirah noted.

"Burnt up some of my favorite boys." Crayah remarked.

"Archie, was it?"

"And William."

"Tall handsome William?"

"Yeah, tall handsome William."

"They said what's left of him could fit in a wine glass."

"I am the only man you evr met who shot a dragon." Bronn interjected.

"Did you?" Crayah asked.

"Nearly killed it."

"That's brave." Marei pushed Bronn back, climbing on top of him.

Crayah and Dirah climbed on the bed on either side.

"That boy Eddie." Crayah replied.

"The ginger?" Dirah asked.

"That's him. Came back with his face burnt right off. He's got no eyelids now."

"How does he sleep with no eyelids?"

"All right, can we stop talking about the fucking dragons now?" Bronn said.

"Ser Bronn of the Blackwater." A voice called from outside.

Bronn sat up and all four of them look at Qyburn who was standing in the doorway.

"You're kidding me." He muttered.

"Apologies for the interruption, but the queen did urge me to hurry.

Bronn sighed and removed Marei from his lap. "Sorry, ladies. Another time perhaps." He stood up and started dressing himself.

Crayah walked up to Qyburn. "You evrr get lonely; I am partial to older gentlemen."

The three women left.

"Poor girl. The pox will take her within the yeat."

Bronn choked on his drink, coughing. "Which girl?"

"The queen's brothers made promises to you and broke them. Her Grace wants to rectify their mistake."

"She once gave me a castle and a wife, then rectified me right out of them."

"That was Ser Jaime's doing, not hers. When Queen Cersei wants something, she pays in advance and in gold. Several chests of it, in fact. Waiting for you in a wagon just outside."

"So, she wants to murder someone, but she can't send her soldiers. If it's the Dragon Queen she's after-"

"She has other plans for the Targaryen girl."

"Yeah, well, good luck with that."

"Our queen's brothers are unlikely to survive their Northern adventures. But in the event that they do-"

A guard brings in a large crossbow, the one that Tyrion had previously used to murder his, Jaime's, and Cersei's father, Tywin Lannister.

"She has a keen sense of poetic justice." Qyburn uttered.

"That fucking family."

"When the Citadel expelled me, I thought I would die poor and alone, but in exchange for my service, Queen Cersei made me her Hand. What would she do for the man who rids her of her treasonous brothers?"

Qyburn walks up to Bronn and holds out the crossbow. After a short silence, Bronn took it. Qyburn exits whilst Bronn looks at the crossbow in his hands.