[King's Landing - Red Keep, Cersei's Chambers]

Cersei's demand was met with a mixture of shock and amusement by her daughter, Aelinor. She had not seen her mother in montgs and had thought she was content with her life on Dragonstone, far away from the political intrigue and backstabbing of King's Landing. At least, until a greater threat presented itself in the form of the army of the dead.

But here she was, being summoned to the Red Keep, accused of being a pawn in her husband's supposed betrayal.

"Mother, what are you talking about?" Aelinor asked, her voice firm but controlled. She had learned to keep her emotions in check around her mother, for fear of being manipulated or hurt.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Aelinor," Cersei snapped, her voice icy cold.

She sat down on her one of her chairs, her heart heavy with a mix of sadness and anger. She had alwys known that her daughter, Aelinor, was the one person she could nevr truly possess, the one person who could nevr be controlled or manipulated. And yet, she had alwys believed that Aelinor was hers, that she was the one who had given her life and purpose.

She was the only child she had by Robert. Praise the Seven she didn't look it. Truthfully she looked like neither of them.

For though she was born to a Baratheon father and Lannister mother, her features were not those of the rugged and stern-faced men of the Stormlands, nor did she bare the blonde hair and green eyes of the Lannisters. Instead, her eyes were bright and amethyst, her hair a wild tangle of silver and gold, and her skin a smooth and creamy complexion, like the Targaryens of old.

She was a dragon in human form, and she knew it from the very beginning.

But now, as she looked at her daughter, she saw a woman who was happy, truly happy, with her husband, Daemon, and their twin children. Cersei couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, a bitter taste in her mouth. With both of her sons gone, Aelinor was meant to be her trophy, her legacy, her way of securing her place in the world.

But fate had other plans. Aelinor had found her own happiness, her own purpose, and it had nothing to do with Cersei.

"Mother," Aelinor said, her voice soft and gentle, "I know what you're thinking. You think Daemon stole me from you, that he took my happiness away from me. But the truth is, he gave me everything I evr wanted. He gave me a family, a home, and a love that I nevr knew was possible. My children are far away from the dangers of King's Landing. I ran away because you were making dangerous decisions, and I feared for our lives. I nevr wanted to cause you any pain or harm."

Cersei scowled, her heart hardening against her daughter's words. "You were alwys meant to be mine," she spat, her voice cold and bitter. "You were alwys meant to be my legacy, my way of securing my place in the world. Your brothers are gone. You and Myrcella are the only semblance of happiness I have."

Aelinor looked at her mother, her eyes filled with tears. "Mother, I am still your daughter," she said. "I may be married to Daemon, but I am still your child. I can't go back to that life. I can't go back to being a pawn in your game of power and manipulation. I have my own life now, my own family, and I won't let you take that away from me."

Cersei's heart ached with a mix of sadness and anger. She had alwys believed that her children would be her greatest achievement, her greatest legacy. But now, she saw that they were not hers to control, not hers to own. They were their own people, with their own lives and their own destinies.

And as she looked at Aelinor, she remembered the prophecy of Magy the Frog, the prophecy that had haunted her for so long. "Two will die beforr you, the other two will leave you," Magy had said. And now, Cersei knew that the prophecy was coming true. Her two sons, Joffrey and Tommen, had died, and now, her two daughters, Aelinor and Myrcella, were gone as well.

But even as she mourned the loss of her children, Cersei knew that she could not turn back the clock. She could not change the course of events. All she could do was accept the truth, and move forward, alone.

Cersei's face contorted in rage, her hand clenched into a fist. "You will regret this, Aelinor. You have your little family, but you will wake up and realize it is all too good to be true. Maybe he fathers bastards on whores, or you walk in on him with one. But, it won't last, and you will regret running off with him."

Aelinor knew that her mother believed every word she was saying. But she also knew that she had made the right decision, for herself and her children. And with that thought, she turned and walked away, leaving her mother and the lifr she once knew behind.

Alone, Cersei sat in her chambers, her heart heavy with grief and regret. She had lost all four of her children, just as the prophecy had foretold. Her sons were dead, her daughters had turned against her. She was alone, with only her own thoughts to keep her company.

She thought back to the day she had given birth to Aelinor, her only trueborn child by Robert. She had been so proud of her, had seen so much potential in her. But now, Aelinor was the one who had turned away from her, who had chosen to side with her enemies, the Northern Bastard and Dragon "Queen".

Cersei sighed, tears streaming down her face. She had alwys known that being a queen would come at a cost, but she had nevr imagined it would be like this. She had lost everything that mattered to her, and was left with nothing but her own guilt and regret.

[King's Landing - Brothel, Littlefinger's Chambers]

Sansa Stark sat in the opulent chambers of Petyr Baelish, the former master of coin and the man she had once thought of as her saviour. But now, she saw him for what he truly was - a manipulative, power-hungry schemer who had played a hand in the deaths of her father, mother and brothers.

As part of the deal struck by Jon and Daenerys to secure the Vale Knights, Sansa had agreed to meet with Littlefinger, to hear his proposals and to decide if she would accept his offer. But Sansa had no intention of accepting anything from him. She had her own plans for Littlefinger, and they did not involve his survival.

Littlefinger, for his part, was confident in his own charm and charisma. He had always been skilled at manipulating those around him, and he saw no reason why Sansa would be any different. He began to speak, his voice low and seductive, as he poured her a glass of wine and leaned in close.

"My dear Sansa," he said, bowing low. "It's been too long since we've had a chance to speak. I must say, you look absolutely stunning today."

Sansa forced a smile and curtsied, trying to keep her cool. She had played this game beforr, and she had learned how to play it well. She leaned forward, her voice low and husky. "I've missed our little chats, Petyr. But I'm afraid I have little time for idle conversation. I trust you have come with news of our alliance."

Littlefinger's eyes narrowed, but he smiled, his lips curling up into a sly grin. "Ah, but that's where you're wrong, my dear. You see, I have a proposition for you. One that will benefit us both, I think."

Sansa leaned back in her chair, her heart racing with anticipation. She knew where this was going, and she was ready to play along. "Do tell," she purred, her voice dripping with sweetness. She knew that Littlefinger was cunning and ruthless, and she had to be careful not to let her guard down. But, she also knew that she needed his support if she was going to save her family and Westeros.

Littlefinger leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "I propose that we... explore our feelings for each other. I've alwys had a soft spot for you, Sansa. You're so... delicate and refined. I could make you queen of the Seven Kingdoms, if you'd only let me."

Sansa's smile nevr wavered, but inside, she was seething. She had heard enough of his empty promises and manipulations. She had a different plan in mind, one that would see Littlefinger pay for his treachery.

Her heart raced as she played along, her mind racing with all the possible scenarios. She knew that she had to keep him close, no matter what. She couldn't let him know that she had no intention of ever being with him.

"I... I don't know, Lord Baelish," she said, her voice trembling. "I am not sure if I am ready for such... intimacy."

Littlefinger chuckled and took her hand, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "Ah, but that is where you are wrong, my dear. I assure you, I will make it worth your while. We will have so much fun together, you and I. We will be like two peas in a pod, ruling the Seven Kingdoms with an iron fist."

Sansa forced a smile and leaned in, playing along with his game. She knew that she had to keep him close, no matter what. She couldn't let him know that she had no intention of ever being with him. She would use him, just like he had used her, and when the time was right, she would strike. She would make him pay for his everything he had done, and she would save her family as well as the kingdom.

And so the game began. Littlefinger, convinced that he had the upper hand, began to reveal his plan. He would help Sansa secure the loyalty of the Vale Knights, in exchange for her...favours. But what he didn't realize was that Sansa had a plan of her own. A plan to use his own tactics against him, to bring him down to his knees and make him pay for his treachery.

And so, as they played their game of seduction and manipulation, Sansa Stark smiled to herself. For she knew that she was the one who would emerge victorious in the end.

[King's Landing - Hostel, Solar]

Sansa sat in the solar, sipping a cup of tea and listening to Jon and Daenerys talk about their next battle against the Night King.

As the conversation turned to Lord Petyr Baelish, however, Sansa's thoughts drifted elsewhere. She had met with Littlefinger earlier that day, and the conversation had been...unsettling.

"So, what did he want?" Daenerys asked, noticing Sansa's distant expression.

"He...he wants me to marry him," Sansa said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jon and Daenerys exchanged a look of shock. "What? Why?" Jon asked.

"He thinks I share his feelings," Sansa explained. "Honestly, I believe he views me as a second chance with my mother.

Dany and Jon exchanged a look of confusion, and Dany spoke up. "What do you mean? What does he have to do with your mother?"

Sansa took a seat, trying to compose herself before recounting the story of her past. "Beforr she was betrothed to my father she was betrothed to Jon and I's Uncle Brandon. Littlefinger challenged him to a duel for my mother's hand. Of course, he lost. Now, he sees me as a second chance."

Daenerys's eyes narrowed. "And what did you say to him?"

"I told him I would consider his offer...but I already have a king," Sansa said, looking at Jon. "I will not betray my brother's trust."

Jon nodded, but his expression was troubled. "We need to be careful, Sansa. Littlefinger is a snake. He will stop at nothing to get what he wants."

Dany leaned forward, her eyes filled with compassion. "This a heavy burden to carry, Sansa. But why do you think he wants you now, after all these yeas?"

Sansa hesitated before answering. "I think he sees me as a way to gain power and influence in the North. He believes that if he can win my hand in marriage, he can use me to control the North and gain their support in his ascent to the Throne. He wants the throne, and he hopes that anyone with a claim to the Iron Throne will die in battle against the Night King, leaving him free to marry me and take the throne for himself."

Jon's jaw clenched in anger. "We can't let him do that, Sansa. We'll protect you from him."

Sansa smiled weakly, grateful for her brother's support. "Thank you, Jon. But I fear it may not be that simple. Littlefinger is cunning and ruthless. He will stop at nothing to achieve his goals."

Dany nodded thoughtfully. "We will have to be vigilant, then. But for now, let us focus on the present. We have a war to win, and we need your help to do so."

Sansa nodded, her mind racing. She knew that she had to be careful, but she also knew that she could not simply dismiss Littlefinger's offer. He had too much power, and he would not hesitate to use it against her if she refused him. She had trusted him once, and he had betrayed her.

She would have to play this carefully, she thought. Very carefully.

[King's Landing - Hostel, Aelinor & Daemon's Chambers]

Aelinor entered the grand halls of hostel they had been granted temporary residence in, her heart heavy with the weight of her recent conversation with her mother, Cersei. She had always felt like an afterthought in her family, compared to her siblings, Jaime and Tyrion. But sincr her marriage to Daemon Targaryen, she had found a sense of happiness and purpose. She could be anything, do anything.

As she made her way to their chambers, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She knew that her mother had never approved of her marriage to Daemon. She'd even had Aelinor's first husband, Loras Tyrell, arrested by the Faith Militant. The same men who would arrest her and Aelinor. But, her mother had blown up the Sept on the day of her trial, killing her husband, goodfather and goodsister, among many others, including her own, Uncle Kevan.

As she made her way through the bustling corridors, she noticed the curious glances of the other guests and hostel staff. They whispered among themselves, their eyes fixed on her silver hair and her regal bearing. Aelinor knew that she was the talk of the hostel, but she paid them no mind. She was too busy thinking about Daemon and the secrets she had to share with him.

When she finally reached their chambers, she found Daemon lounging on the bed, his dark eyes fixed on her with a heated gaze. "My love," he whispered, as he rose to meet her. "I have missed you so."

Aelinor smiled, feeling a rush of happiness at the sound of his voice. "I have missed you too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I have so much to tell you."

But before she could begin, Daemon pulled her into his embrace, his lips claiming hers in a passionate kiss. Aelinor melted into his arms, her heart pounding with desire. She felt alive and free, surrounded by the man she loved.

When they finally broke apart, Aelinor took a deep breath and began to tell Daemon about her conversation with Cersei. "She thinks you stole me from her," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "She said that Myrcella and I are the only sources of happiness she has left."

Daemon's expression darkened at the mention of his mother-by-law's name. "Cersei is a fool," he growled. "She does not understand the true meaning of love and happiness."

Aelinor nodded, feeling a pang of sadness. She knew that her mother would nevr approved of her marriage to Daemon, and that she had alwys felt like an afterthought opposed to her siblings. But with Daemon, she had found a love and a purpose that she had never known before.

"I know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But she is still my mother, and I cannot help but feel a sense of empathy for her."

Daemon pulled her back into his embrace, his arms wrapping tightly around her. "Do not worry, my love," he whispered. "We will face whatever comes our way, together."

And with that, Aelinor knew that she had found her true home, not in the halls of King's Landing, but in the arms of her beloved husband, Daemon Targaryen.

But as she entered their chambers, she found Daemon waiting for her, his piercing violet eyes filled with love and concern. He took her in his arms, and she felt a sense of comfort and security that she had nevr known before.