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[The HIGH SEPTON gestures to a stone altar with seven-pointed stars engraved into it.]
"Who carved this altar do you know?"
"I'm afraid I don't."
"No one does. There's no name on it. Or anywhere else in the chapel. The people who built this place didn't inflict their vanity on the people who came after them. The way Baelor did with that great gilded monstrosity out there. Their faith was clean."
"That's the first time someone insulted Baelor for building the Sept" Renly blinked in surprise. "You'd think someone like that sparrow would be happy about it."
"He is a simple man. To a simple man, that thing would be a vanity... That is the image he's portraying after all" JonArryn explained.
"Fair point" Renly nods.
"Strip away the gold and the ornaments, knock down the statues and the pillars, and this is what remains. Something simple, solid, and true. The Tyrell's finery will be stripped away. Their lives knocked down, and their true hearts laid bare for all to see. And so it will be for all of us, high and low alike. What will we find when we strip away your finery?"
[The HIGH SEPTON stares intently at CERSEI.]
Olenna smirked. Good, an eye for an eye.
"A young man came to us not long ago, broken in body and spirit. He had so much to strip away, so much weighing him down. But piece by piece he unburdened himself. Let go of vanity, pride, sin, now his soul is so light he will float through the Seven Heavens like a bird. And he has much to say about you."
[LANCELL enters the room and stands next to the HIGH SEPTON. CERSEI goes for the door and is blocked.]
"Move. Let me go immediately."
"Good" Catelyn muttered. Served her right for using the faith of all things for her benefit.
[CERSEI is grabbed by women and carried away from the room.]
"You will order her to let me go! I am the queen! I am the queen! Have you lost your mind? Let me go! You filthy... I am the queen! Let me go!"
"Queen? I'm sure the pressure of the situation has made her a tad demented, after all, she is the Queen mother" Margaerys sneered.
"Mother didn't care about me did she?" Tommen whispered sadly. "She just wanted to be Queen and hold her power... I'm nothing to her...
Myrcella hugged he saddened brother close, glaring venomously at the image of her mother in the vision.
[CERSEI is thrown into the cell. She looks up at the people who put her there. The door slams closed and is bolted shut.]
Whilst the people cheered or figuratively and literally clapped at Cersei's state, Joanna couldn't help but stare sadly. Cersei was still her daughter after all.
Jaime too looked uneasy. He was not as deeply in love with Cersei anymore, not after all he'd seen. But some part of him still was... and that part was not pleased.
[MEEREEN; PYRAMID]
"Your Grace, I want to say-"
"You will not speak."
"So much for earning his place back" Tyrion muttered with a smirk.
"If you are Tyrion Lannister why shouldn't I kill you? To pay your family back for what it did to mine"
"You want revenge against the Lannisters? I killed my mother Joanna Lannister the day I was born."
"I know, mother. I'm just selling myself there" Tyrion waved off his concerned mother before she could speak. He knew what she wanted to speak about.
Joanna nods gently, reaching out and ruffling Tyrion's hair.
Tyrion rolls his eyes but doesn't bat the hand away.
"I killed my father Tywin Lannister with a bow to the heart. I am the greatest Lannister killer of our time."
"So I should welcome you into my service because you murdered members of your own family?"
"Into your service? Your Grace we have only just met. It's too soon to know if you deserve my service."
"Oh playing it like that are we?" Oberyn smirked.
"If I am to whore my services out, I should at least see who I am whoring them out to" Tyrion countered with a grin.
"When I was a young man I heard a story about a baby born during the worst storm in living memory. She had no wealth, no lands, no army, only a name and a handful of supporters, most of whom probably thought they could use that name to benefit themselves. They kept her alive, moving her from place to place, often hours ahead of the men who had been sent to kill her. She was eventually sold off to some warlord on the edge of the world and that appeared to be that. And then a few years later the most well-informed person I knew told me that this girl without wealth, lands, or armies had somehow acquired all 3 in a very short span of time, along with three dragons. He thought she was our best, last chance to build a better world. I thought you were worth meeting at the very least."
"When he puts it like that, you do sound like someone would put. their faith in," Jon said to Daenerys. "From nothing to something in a few years is an achievement many can't achieve.'
"If I didn't have those dragons, I'd be dead" Daenerys pointed out.
"The dragons are yours, you hatched them after many others failed. That makes you special" Jon countered.
Daenerys shrugged hiding a small shy smile.
"And why are you worth meeting? Why should I spend my time listening to you?"
"Because you can not build a better world on your own. You have no one at your side who understands that land you want to rule. The strengths and the weaknesses of the houses that will either support or oppose you.''
"I have a very large army and very large dragons."
"Killing and politics aren't always the same thing. When I served as Hand of the King I did quite well with the latter considering the king in question preferred torturing animals to leading his people."
"Torturing people more than torturing animals" Sansa muttered darkly.
"I could do an even better job advising a ruler worth the name."
"So you want to advise me. Very well. What would you have me do with Ser Jorah? I swore I would kill him if he ever returned. Why should the people trust a queen who can't keep her promises?"
"Whomever Ser Jorah was when he started informing on you, he is no longer that man. I can't remember seeing the same man as devoted to anything as he is to serving you. He claims he would kill for you and die for you, and nothing I have witnessed gives me reason to doubt him. And yet he did betray you."
[TYRION approaches DAENERYS and MISSANDEI. Her guards raise their spears to her. DAENERYS waves them off.]
"Did he have an opportunity to confess his betrayals?"
"Yes, many opportunities."
"And did he?"
"No. Not until forced to do so."
"He worships you. He is in love with you, I think. But he did not trust you with the truth - an unpleasant truth, to be sure - but one of great significance to you. He did not trust that you would be wise enough to forgive him."
"So I should kill him?"
"A ruler who kills those that are devoted to her is not a ruler that inspires devotion."
"A little late for that" Daenerys muttered, remembering the freed man she killed for breaking the law. He was devoted to her and acted on it. And for that, he died.
"And you're going to need to inspire devotion, and lots of it if you're ever going to rule across the Narrow Sea. But you cannot have him by your side when you do."
"Gods you really like the sound of your voice don't you" Renly snorted.
"The sweetest voice I'd ever heard" Tyrion smirked.
"And here I thought your height was the only stunted thing about you...''
Tyrion rolled his eyes.
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