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[THRONE ROOM]
[A white horse expels manureat the doorway leading to the throne room.]
Rhaegar looked livid at the insult. None of them respected the castle nor the throne that his family built, the legacy, the history and the meaning behind it all. All they see is a room and a throne! These people don't know what being a King means, what all of that means since none of their families were born into a long line of kings! Reason to relent on them but Rhaegar would not take that reason.
[LORD TYWIN LANNISTER rides the horse in, through the gathered crowd.]
"Why is he riding in on a horse?" Gendry asked.
Varys shrugged.
[From his throne, KING JOFFREY BARATHEON addresses the room.]
"I, Joffrey of the House Baratheon, first of my name, the rightful King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm do hereby proclaim my grandfather, Tywin Lannister, the saviour of the city and the Hand of the King."
"Saved the realm while you hid like a simpering babe" Robb muttered.
"Coward" Arya muttered.
[Bowing, a page presents a pillow to JOFFREY, who places the Hand's brooch up to TYWIN. TYWIN bows. He turns his mount and exits.]
[LORD PETYR "LITTLEFINGER" BAELISH steps forward and kneels before JOFFREY.]
Catelyn's form tensed and her eyes narrowed at the man on the wall. No doubt the bastard would reward him now. She wished he'd just drop dead right then and there for all he did to her family.
"For your good service and ingenuity in uniting the Houses of Lannister and Tyrell, I declare that you shall be granted the castle of Harrenhal with all its attendant lands and incomes to be held by your sons and grandsons from this day until the end of time."
Many people gawked at that, some even spitting out their invisible drinks. Harrenhal was a large castle, larger than even the Red Keep itself. Its dominion was also the largest in the Riverlands, even more so than that of the Tullys! For such a rat of a man to get that... Nobody liked that.
"You honour me beyond words, Your Grace. I shall have to acquire some sons and grandsons."
Catelyn spat.
[SER LORAS TYRELL steps forward from the crowd and kneels.]
"Your house has come to our aid. The whole realm is in your debt, none more so than I. If your family would ask anything of me, ask it, and it shall be yours."
"Your Grace, my sister Margaery, her husband was taken from us before... She remains innocent. I would ask you to find it in your heart to do us the great honour of joining our houses."
"Joffrey is still betrothed to Sansa" Myrcella pointed out
"No doubt your mother and Grandfather will find a way to have it undone" Jon Arryn said with a frown. "Knowing Tywin Lannister that would be the route he takes to make his family even stronger."
Joanna said nothing because she agreed with the man's assessment.
"Is this what you want, Lady Margaery?"
"With all my heart, Your Grace. I have come to love you from afar. Tales of your courage and wisdom have never been far from my ears. And those tales have taken root deep inside of me."
Sansa turned and Margaery shrugged.
"False pleasantries, Lady Sansa" Margaery smiled. "A false compliment here and there would get you to many places."
Sansa turned back still frowning. She looked at her mother and saw the discomfort in her eyes.
Was Margaery right then? Of course, she was! The proof was right before her. The world was cruel, and she needed to adapt to survive...
"I, too, have heard tales of your beauty and grace, but the tales do not do you justice, my lady. It would be an honour to return your love, but I am promised to another. A king must keep his word."
"As if he's kept any till now" Tyrion snorted disdainfully.
"Your Grace, in the judgment of your Small Council, it would be neither proper nor wise for you to wed the daughter of a man beheaded for treason, a girl whose brother is in open rebellion against the throne as we speak. For the good of the realm, your councillors beg you to set Sansa Stark aside."
"Ah, so she planned these little theatrics" Jaime hummed. Cerse was always one for the dramatics, no matter how big or small the matter may be.
"I would like to heed your wishes and the wishes of my people, but I took a holy vow."
A few more snorted, one of them being Myrcella. Holy and Joffrey were not fit to be in the same sentence let alone to describe Joffrey.
"Your Grace, the gods do indeed hold betrothal solemn, but your father, blessed be his memory, made this pact before the Starks revealed their falseness. I have consulted with the High Septon and he assures me that their crimes against the realm free you from any promise you have made to them in the sight of the gods."
"So they paid the High Septon to make them agree to this demand"
Oberyn mused. He knew just how corrupt anyone in connection to the Lannisters was, no matter who they were or what position they held.
[QUEEN CERSEI LANNISTER looks across to LADY SANSA STARK. CERSEI is pleased and SANSA is quite worried.]
"The gods are good. I am free to heed my heart. Ser Loras, I will gladly wed your sweet sister. You will be my queen and I will love you from this day until my last day."
"Gods be good someone skip to something interesting!" Robert roared his frustration. He had enough of these sweet simpering and ass slicking!
[WESTERLANDS SHORE]
[LADY BRIENNE OF TARTH pulls the boat up to the shore. SER JAIME LANNISTER waits, his hands chained. BRIENNE pushes him forward. He walks and she follows. They encounter three hanged women in the trees.]
Robb was stunned to see the sights, especially the words written there.
"They lay with lions. Tavern girls, I'd say. Probably served my father's soldiers. Maybe one of them gave up a kiss and a feel. That's how they earned this. The glorious work of the Northern freedom fighters."
"He's lying" Robb turned to his father, almost begging him to agree with him.
But Ned only stared with sadness.
"Some men's blood runs too hot. They see enemies in everyone their enemies walk by. And most do worse than they did here."
Robb sun into his seat in disbelief.
"You're not at fault here" Jon whispered to his brother... No, his cousin. Robb was his cousin.
"These were my men. My men, my responsibility" Robb muttered.
"You can't control them all" Jon insisted. "Otherwise Father would be alive still."
That sobered Robb up, but only just.
"I don't serve the Starks. I serve Lady Catelyn."
"They don't have the time for that" Brandon the Elder grunted.
"So what? They should leave those women hanging?!" Robb exploded.
Brandon the Elder stared him in the eyes.
"If you are being chased you keep running until you lose your chasers. They are already dead, no use getting yourself killed trying to do good for them. There is a time and place for everything."
Robb scowled, teeth grinding. But Jon pulled him back down and glared at him to stay put.
"We shouldn't stay here. We should get back on the river."
"I think these women would understand if I don't care what you think."
"Idiot girl" Olenna muttered.