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[DAENERYS has been looking at the young enslaved children who watch from above.]
"I have dragons. I'll give you one."
"Daenerys please don't, I know you are desperate but I beg you don't think about selling your dragon. Dragon's aren't sothing to sell but your companions" Rhaegar said in desperate tone. If it weren't for his son Jon who had scolded him before he would have shouted at Daenerys.
"You will win the throne with dragons, not slaves, Your Grace."
"Khaleesi, please."
[DAENERYS approaches the platform.]
"Three dragons."
"Greedy bastard" Daenerys muttered angrily. She understood what Rhaegar was saying but she also trusted herself that she would never sell her dragons.
"One."
"Two."
"One."
[KRAZNYS consults with GREIZHEN.]
[KRAZNYS speaking Valyrian]
"They want the biggest one."
"Done."
"I'll take you as well, now. You'll be Master Kraznys' gift to . A token of a bargain well struck"
[OUTSIDE THE COURTYARD]
[DAENERYS strides purposefully. JORAH and BARRISTAN try to keep up.]
"Khaleesi, a dragon is worth more than any army."
"Aegon Targaryen proved that."
"You're both here to advise . I value your advice, but if you ever question in front of strangers again, you'll be advising soone else. Is that understood?"
Olenna smirked. The girl was green and still soft, but there was a fire in her that she relished. Oh, how she had not seen such a fire in so long!
[JORAH and BARRISTAN nod. DAENERYS walks away and joins MISSANDEI]
"Do you have a na?"
"This one's na is Missandei, Your Grace."
"Do you have a family? A mother and a father you'd return to if you had the choice?"
"No, Your Grace. No family living."
"You belong to now. It is your duty to tell the truth."
"Yes, Your Grace. Lying is a great offence. Many of those on the Walk of Punishnt were taken there for less."
Many spat in disgust.
"I offered water to one of the slaves dying on the Walk of Punishnt. Do you know what he said to ? 'Let die.'"
"There are no masters in the grave, Your Grace."
"That's sad" Margaery muttered softly.
"Only way they can escape such cruelty" Olenna muttered, oddly sombre for the first ti.
"Is it true what Master Kraznys told about the Unsullied? About their obedience?"
"All questions have been taken from them. They obey, that is all. Once they are yours, they are yours. They will fall on their swords if you command it."
"And what about you? You know that I'm taking you to war. You may go hungry. You may fall sick. You may be killed."
"Valar morghulis."
"Yes, all n must die. But we are not n."
"Yes, but that statent stands for all, Princess. n here refer to all that live" Varys explained with a smile.
Daenerys nods.
[RIVERLANDS, NIGHT]
[LOCKE's n have made camp for the night. BRIENNE and JAI are bound to trees while the n are gathered around a nearby fire.]
"I forgot I was a prisoner to worse company" Jai muttered.
"These n look like they'll do worse than Lady Catelyn would have done" Joanna muttered with worry.
"Let us hope not" Tyrion muttered. "Else they'll lose their heads, be it by my father's n or Robb Starks'."
"Certainly not hoping it for brother" Jai smiled tightly.
"No need to be jealous. I always think the best of you" Tyrion rolled his eyes with a smirk.
"I'll take the big bitch first. When she's good and wet, you lot can finish her off."
Sansa and Margaery made faces of disgust.
[LOCKE approaches. Two n help BRIENNE to her feet.]
"My lord, I am Brienne of Tarth. Lady Catelyn Stark commanded to deliver Ser Jai to King's Landing."
"He's no Lord" Oberyn pointed out.
"Catelyn Stark's a treasonous cunt."
Catelyn stiffened.
"Orders were to take the Kingslayer alive. Nobody said shit about you."
[BRIENNE headbutts one of the four n around her. But with her hands bound, she has no chance. The n hold her and punch her into submission. BRIENNE headbutts him again, and gets another series of blows in return.]
"Take her over there where it's dark. I'd like a little privacy."
[BRIENNE yells and screams as they lead her away.]
"You know who she is, don't you?"
"A big dumb bitch from who cares where. Never been with a woman that big."
"She's Brienne of Tarth. Her father is Lord Selwyn Tarth. Heard of Tarth? They call it the Sapphire Isle. Do you know why? Every sapphire in Westeros was mined on Tarth. Sapphires are gemstones. The blue ones."
"I know what they are."
"Lord Selwyn would pay his daughter's weight in sapphires if she's returned to him. But only if she's alive, her honour unbesmirched."
[BRIENNE screams and n yell in the distance while LOCKE processes this information. Then he turns towards his n.]
"Bring her back here. Unbesmirched."
[The n tie BRIENNE to her tree once again. JAI looks at her. Brienne screams.]
"That's one way of thanking your saviour," Jai said blandly.
"No doubt she feels sha at not being able to protect herself" Joanna muttered.
"What's there to be ashad of? Against that many, she can't fight on her own."
Joanna smiled.
"If it were though-"
Joanna sighed.
"Fancy word for a fancy man."
"I hated to read as a child, but my father forced to study the books every morning before I could practice with sword or horse. Two hours every day holed up in the maester's chambers. I learned a lot of fancy words."
"I bet you did. Your father, he'd pay your weight in gold to get you back?"
"You'll be a rich man till the end of your days. And your sons will be rich n and their sons after them. Lands, titles- you'll have them all. The North can't win this war. You're a smart man. You understand that. We have the numbers. We have the gold. Fighting bravely for a losing cause is admirable. Fighting for a winning cause is far more rewarding."
"Northern loyalty is not so easily bought" Ned muttered coldly.
"Hard to argue with that."
"Now that we're speaking together man to man, I wonder if you need to keep chained to this tree. I'm not asking to be freed from my constraints, but if I could sleep lying down, my back would thank you for it. I'm not as young and resilient as I was once."
"None of us are. Unchain Ser Jai from the tree."
[The n unchain Jai.]
Ned's face fell.
"The North has changed since my ti" Rickard muttered with a sigh. Or perhaps with all that has happened, the n have lost faith in House Stark. Whichever may the reason be, it was not a good thing.
"Suppose you'll be wanting sothing to eat."
"I'm famished, actually."
"I think we've got a spare partridge on the fire."
"Well, I do like partridge."
"I don't trust this" Tyrion muttered.
"I just bought him, brother. He'll serve so get on my good side" Jai assured him with a smile.
But Tyrion was not assured. He had been around n like that a lot more than Jai had, in the brothels or the gambling houses. Sothing was wrong.
[LOCKE helps him up. JAI groans from his soreness. BRIENNE watches them walk away towards the fire.]
"Bring the bird over here and the carving knife. Will this work as a table, my lord?"
"Oh, yes. Yes, this will do nic- ah!"
[One of the n kicks JAI's knees out from under him. He falls to the ground.]
"Told you" Tyrion muttered worriedly.
Jai's smile fell.
[Another man forces JAI's right hand onto the stump while the others hold him down.]
"No" Jai muttered horrified.
[LOCKE grabs JAI's face and draws the large carving knife, then places its point at Jai's eye.]
"You think you're the smartest man there is. That everyone alive has to bow and scrape and lick your boots."
"My father-"
"And if you get in any trouble, all you've got to do is say 'my father' and that's it, all your troubles are gone. Have you got sothing to say?"
[JAI does not respond.]
"Yes keep silent" Joanna's heart raced. She prayed her son kept his silence now.
"Careful. You don't want to say the wrong thing. You're nothing without your daddy, and your daddy ain't here. Never forget that."
[Locke stands back up, releasing Jai's face and withdrawing the knife.]
"Here, this should help you rember."
[LOCKE winds up and cleaves the huge knife through JAI's wrist in a single blow. JAI looks with disbelief at his severed hand, and then screams in agony.]
Jai scread to match his future self as if he felt the pain right then and there.
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