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[KING'S LANDING, SMALL COUNCIL ROOM]
[OBERYN ets with CERSEI, VARYS, MACE TYRELL and PYCELLE]
"These etings aren't always going to be this early, are they? I was up late last night. So, does this an I am a master of sothing now? Coins, ships?"
"Lord Tywin and I already determined that I shall be the Master of Ships long before you-"
"Gods give my son so wit about him in there" Olenna sighed.
[TYWIN enters and everyone rises, save OBERYN. TYWIN sits and the head of the table.]
"Lord Tywin, it's a great honour to have been granted a seat on this council I-"
"He is supposed to be a Lord Paramount" Margaery muttered, disgusted by how much of a boot licker her father was being.
"The trial begins this afternoon. We only have the morning for affairs of state. Shall we begin?"
Tyrion made a sound of disgruntlent.
"Sandor Clegane has been spotted in the Riverlands, my lord. My birds tell the Hound slaughtered five of our soldiers. I believe the phrase "fuck the king" was uttered."
"What would it take to make the common soldier stupid enough to try his luck with the Hound?"
"10 silver stags seems a generous bounty."
"Make it 100. What else?"
"A 100 when the crown's already in debt and still recovering from a war?" Tyrion raised a brow.
"It's a show of strength, that even after it all the Crown stands strong and proud" Joanna answered.
"Absolute bullshit if you ask " Tyrion muttered. "We should be focusing on other things than showing we are strong still."
"Image is everything" Joanna reasoned. "Even if you are not alright, the image of being alright sends a ssage to enemies and allies, that you are still a threat to your enemies and a pillar of support for your allies."
Tyrion disagreed, but he made no further argunts in his favour.
"More whispers from the east, my lord. Daenerys has taken up residence in ereen. She has conquered the city and rules as its queen."
"Conquered with what?"
"She commands an army of Unsullied, my queen. So 8,000 strong. She has a company of sellswords- the Second Sons. She has two knights advising her- Jorah Mormont and Barristan Selmy. And she has three dragons."
"Baby dragons. Larger every year, Your Grace."
"I don't think they understand how big 'baby' dragons are" Rhaegar muttered.
"They are still more vulnerable than full-grown ones, and less of a threat" Varys argued..
Rhaegar muttered and nodded. Dragons were a real threat once they could carry riders, people who could redirect their might towards a target.
"Mormont is spying on her for us."
"No longer. He appears to be fully devoted to her. As for Ser Barristan, it would seem he took his dismissal from the Kingsguard a bit harder than anticipated."
"He's an old man. He wasn't fit to protect my son."
"Joffrey didn't die on his watch. Dismissing him was as insulting as it was stupid."
Tyrion smirked behind his cup of wine. No matter what, he'd always be amused by Cersei getting insulted for things she considered smart.
"Don't tell you're worried about a child halfway across the world."
"A child with two seasoned warriors counselling her and a powerful army at her back, Your Grace."
"One seasoned warrior" Ned pointed out evenly. "Ser Jorah is nowhere near Ser Barristan's level."
"He doesn't need to be, to be considered a seasoned warrior" Brandon pointed out. "His experience on the other side of the world has surely enriched him with valuable knowledge."
Ned huffed. His brother wasn't wrong, but Ned was still hesitant to call Jorah that.
"Lord Varys is right. I have been to Essos and seen the Unsullied firsthand. They are very impressive on the battlefield. Less so in the bedroom."
"There was a particularly handso one" Oberyn shrugged at the look from his sister.
Elia snorted.
"Dragons haven't won a war in 300 years. Armies win them all the ti. She must be dealt with."
"How, my lord? By force?"
"Eventually, if it cos to that. Can your little birds find their way into ereen?"
"Most certainly my Lord Hand"
Daenerys furrowed her brows in worry. What would he do against her?
"Mmm. Lord Tyrell, be a good man. Fetch my quill and paper."
[MACE stands to retrieve them, and exits.]
"That utter buffoon! Tywin uses him like a page boy and he Follows!" Olenna spat in disgust. Her son was always a simpering bootlicker, but to see him go this low. Her blood positively boiled.
Margaery was no less insulted by this, angry both at her father for not protesting and at Tywin for even doing It in the first place. The disrespect made her skin crawl.
[TYRION's Cell]
[JAI peeks through the window of the cell. TYRION sits on his bed. JAI asks the guard to open the door, then enters the cell.]
"Let guess, I've been pardoned."
Jai snorted.
"A man can dream" Tyrion sighs dramatically.
[JAI nods an order to the guards behind him. They put him in manacles.]
"Really?"
"Father's orders."
"Well, we mustn't disappoint Father."
"And now it begins" Tyrion raises his cup of wine, "a farcical trial to throw into the Starnger's arms!" he declares and inhales the contents of his cups.
[KING'S LANDING, THRONE ROOM]
[A door opens, and JAI and TYRION enter. TYRION walks down the aisle through the crowd, flanked by two guards. TOMN sits on the Iron Throne, TYWIN at his side. TYRION Is led to the accused dais, where his wrists are freed. JAI steps away, as do the guards. OBERYN and MACE TYRELL stand just to the right of the Iron Throne. TYRION takes asure of the room. TYWIN motions to TOMN, who rises in response. Everyone in the hall does as well, including MARGAERY, LORAS and CERSEI.]
"Don't I look good on the throne?" Tomn whispered to Myrcella. "Everyone says I'll make a good King. I'll do my best to be the best King Tomn whispered excitedly.
Myrcella grasped his hand gently.
"Tomn... you can't be King" she whispered kindly.
Her brother looked at her with wide surprised eyes.
"But I'm King in the future! You see it too" he whispered back.
"They don't know who our real father is in the future" Myrcella explained, her voice gentle and kind. "Now they do. Once we return, we won't be Princes and Princesses anymore. Our real father will be sent to the wall for us to be conceived with our brother who is a monster. Uncle Tyrion will take you in and na you his heir. You'll be Lord of Casterly Rock one day."
"But-" Tomn's bottom lip wobbled.
Myrcella gave his hand a tight reassuring squeeze.
"You'll be Lord of Casterly Rock one day" she went on, "and maybe if you do that well, learn from everyone teaching you, you could beco Hand of The King like our grandfather. The second most powerful man in the realm!"
His lip stopped wobbling and tear-filled eyes stared at his sister.
"What about you?"
"Lord Stark will take as a ward."
"Like Theon? So uncle behaves?"
No, it was not that. Lord Stark may have said it like that, but it was not the reason. Myrcella knew for certain that Jon or Robb had talked their father into it at her request. She knew for certain that Lord Stark was trying to help her like he helped Jon and tried to get justice for Elia's children.
"Maybe" Myrcella shrugged. "But don't worry about . Promise you'll be the best Lord of Casterly Rock there was."
Tomn nodded, wiping his tears with the sleeve of his tunic.
"I promise."
Myrcella smiled, leaning over and kissing him on his forehead.
"Good boy."
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