King Stag with all his court makes merry, giving hardly a thought to all the death and destruction outside the city walls. They bring out the dragon skulls and the Red Witch, as some have taken to calling Queen Shireen's little helper, sacrifices men to her God just to mock the hollow sockets that used to be eyes. Edric drinks deep from his cup, his arm around his other Queen's waist. It is a strange sight, one golden haired lioness and two tawny stags that have taken to living together.
Shireen and Myrcella, night and day, they sit next to Edric, obsidian and gold, power and love. King Stag smiles at one and holds the other, and they rule this vast empire all three of them together as they should.
Sweet wine and meats, they cover the rotting corpses in the streets with veils of music and cheer. And the world spins on as it has always done. The fires burn and the bodies pile, and King Stag and all his court make merry, for there is the glory and theirs the triumph. And you may hear it whispered that Edric spoils both his Queen, granting their every wish. For one hold his heart, the other his crown; and together they are almost one woman whole.