Power is Power // AU GoT

The gleaming train is iconic even before it rolls into the District station. Citizens have spotted it along its journey, spreading the news like wildfire. Some shut their windows and lock their doors. Lilibet understands; usually when a train arrives it is filled with Capitolites making some onerous decree. But this train, sleek and new, seems different. Full of promise.

She paints her face carefully, piles her dark hair atop her head. So crowned, Lilibet weaves her way through the crowd. She pouts prettily in the queue until it is finally, finally her turn.

“Name?”

“Lilibet Lyon,” she says, the vaguest hint of an eye roll.

The ticket keeper squints at his tablet.

Lilibet sniffs. “Lilibet Lyon-Johnwayne.”

“Ah, there you are,” he says with a terrible grin.

She digs her black nails into her forearm to keep from clawing out his eyes. He ushers her inside, turning her over to masked workers. They sit her down, test her vitals, and then ruin her hair crown with a tentacled device. The wires run every which way and before she can ask too many questions, she slides from this realm of consciousness into another.