There would be an execution before dining commenced in the royal hall this evening. And the person that would lose their life on this day would be none other than Shae.

Cersei knew it would wound Tyrion to the quick to see his mistress die. After all, whore or not, she had loved him despite his imperfections. And she planned to allow Tyrion out of his cell to watch.

Joffrey now stood before Cersei and Margaery, who were sitting side by side on thrones. He thought they looked ridiculous! He also thought that HE should be sitting up high, looking down on these two silly bitch...

"Your graces," Joffrey said between clenched teeth, "you summoned me?"

Margaery grinned! The Incest Bastard had slain her dear brother, Ser Loras. And she still planned to make him pay for that, somehow, someway. But she said nothing. Cersei had business with him.

"My son, I have decided that you should marry."

Joffrey rolled his eyes!

"Really? And who do you plan to marry me off to? Oh, don't tell me: Sansa! Once you execute Uncle Tyrion, you'll expect me to be a father to her imp bastard child."

"You will watch your tone!" Margaery snapped.

Joffrey smiled at her.

"Is it Queen Margaery, Mother?" he asked, while still staring at Margaery insolently. "We never had a proper wedding night."

Margaery looked at Cersei.

"Make him show me the proper respect, or I will call the guards!"

Cersei sighed deeply.

"Joffrey, you will marry Lady Brienne of Tarth. She is also known as 'Brienne the Beauty'."

Joffrey stroked his chin. Brienne the Beauty. That sounded promising.

"Who is her father?" Joffrey asked in wonder.

Margaery's mouth was still open!

"Damn the Gods, Joffrey, you are an imbecile! And Queen Cersei, your attempt to rid yourself of your brother's wife is beyond disgusting!"

Joffrey gasped!

"Mother! You want to marry me off to Uncle Jaime's beastly wife?! Gods, why?"

"Yes, Queen Cersei, why?" Margaery asked knowingly.

"I don't have to answer to either of you," Cersei said in a surly tone, "and your uncle Jaime cannot marry, period. That is not a true marriage. I am doing this for him. He would not want Lady Brienne discarded without someone proper to replace him."

Joffrey's eyes narrowed.

"I would rather marry Sansa or ugly Cousin Shireen in the dungeons. I'd also rather take it up the arse again with a hot poker than..."

Cersei jumped up from her throne!

"I have just about had enough of your ingratitude, boy! You will do as I say or suffer the consequences! Now leave my sight!"

Joffrey clenched his jaw and refrained from grabbing Cersei by the throat. He avoided Margaery's eyes as he bowed, then left the room. Margaery just shook her head.

"You are that desperate to share your own brother's bed again, that you would do this?"

Cersei slowly sat back down on her own throne.

"Do what? I have just told you why I am commanding this. Jaime's marriage is not a real one. He cannot marry, period. That means that Lady Brienne is mistakenly defiling herself, everytime she shares a bed with my brother. I am only thinking of her."

Margaery said nothing more. She had to think of a way to stop this. And she decided she would need her grandmother's council on the matter.


Tyrion could not believe what was about to happen! Shae was to be executed on this evening? Why? She had done nothing but love him!

He cursed Cersei, as Shae was pulled screaming from her cell. Then his door opened and he was pulled out. Tyrion could see Littlefinger's eyes glittering from his cell door window.

Meanwhile, many within the kingdom were assembled to watch the disgraceful spectacle, that was about to take place. Joffrey liked executions but was a bit saddened that he himself had not called for this one. His eyes wandered over to Jaime and Brienne. The thought of being married to someone so ungainly...he honestly thought about fleeing the kingdom for awhile, until his mother came to her senses.

It wasn't that deep down, he did not understand why his mother was doing this. Joffrey understood why his mother was punishing his uncle. He had been a coward, fleeing Westeros and then slithering back once they had done all the work they had done, to get a foothold back on the throne.

But why him? Why did HE have to be the one to make the sacrifice? Why not order his imp uncle to forsake Sansa and marry the bigfooted beast? He watched Jaime kiss Brienne's hand. Maybe...just maybe, his uncle could be used, Joffrey thought. Maybe if he warned him about what his mother had planned, JAIME could stop this.

"Why is Joffrey staring at us?" Brienne asked between gritted teeth.

"I do not think the two of you have been properly introduced." Jaime answered instead.

"Jaime, I do not think a beheading is the proper place to make introductions." Brienne argued, trying to weasel out of it. "Oh and look! There is Sansa. I think I will make my apologies."

"For what?" Jaime asked, irritated.

"For what she and the Queen walked in on earlier."

"I heard you apologize when they first interrupted us."

"THEY interrupted US?" Brienne asked, trying not to smile.

But Jaime changed the subject slightly.

"What Cersei is about to do goes beyond cruel. Tyrion cared for Shae and he is being ordered to watch her die. He will need Sansa to get through this."

Brienne could not quite follow where Jaime was going with this, but said nothing. He continued.

"I don't want Sansa distracted in anyway from her purpose here or in Tyrion's life. Please do not entertain her thoughts in learning the ways of the sword."

"I understand that her condition makes such an exercise perilous. But after the child is born..."

Jaime gave his wife a hard look.

"Darling, I think you have misunderstood. No lessons at all."

"Why doesn't Tyrion try and understand then? With Melisandre's whereabouts unknown, this will always prey on Sansa's mind."

"Tyrion is Sansa's lord husband. He doesn't have to 'understand' anything! He has been very understanding with regards to..."

Suddenly, Sansa stood before them.

"My Lord." she said to Jaime coldly. She then smiled brightly at Brienne.

"My Lady. I was on my way to sit with the Queen and my Lord husband."

Before Brienne could speak, Jaime did.

"I am glad. This will be hard on Tyrion."

Sansa said nothing to that. It would be hard on her as well. Shae was once a friend. But her running to Tyrion and telling him about her and Sandor Clegane, ended that. And Tyrion's insistence that she stay in their household, further poisoned the well. Sansa also suspected that Tyrion had sought Shae's bed while nursing his hurt over her indiscretion.

"Well, I must get to the Queen." Sansa replied and turned to walk off. Brienne stared after Sansa, then looked at Jaime.

"What was that all about?"

"My brother's wife is a child, that is what that is all about. I fear for my brother. He has fallen hard and fast for this young woman. And she has already betrayed him."

Brienne turned so that she was facing her husband.

"I know Sansa has confided in the Queen about the state of her marriage. I was not privy to the details. But I do not get the sense that she is out to hurt Tyrion. I do believe she was forced into a marriage where love came later, but not before feelings for another man had not died."

Jaime smiled patiently at his dear wife.

"Pretty words."

"Really, Jaime, is your brother not blameless? This woman that is to die before us, WAS his mistress. She was in his bed while he was married to Sansa. Sansa had a lover as well and soon both will be dead. Sansa is not the enemy here. Your sister is, God help me. And if we do not help Tyrion, soon we will be attending his execution."

Jaime said nothing. He could not tell Brienne that he had been offered a way to make that not happen.

Suddenly, hissing and boos could be heard! Shae was brought through a crowd, looking truly petrified. Her hair was uncombed and her clothing was tattered. But oddly, she was not crying. Not anymore.

Queens Cersei and Margaery stood as Shae was positioned next to the axe-man's block. Tyrion closed his eyes. There would be no stopping this. There would be no begging for Shae's life.

Sansa, who now sat beside Tyrion, looked at him, then looked over at Shae, who now glared out at the crowd.

"WHORE! THE IMP'S WHORE!" someone screamed.

Tyrion opened his eyes, then looked over at Sansa.

He reached for her hand.

"I love you dearly, Sansa. You know this, do you not?"

Sansa squeezed his hand.

"Of course I do, my Lord."

"So after this, we will not allow anyone else to come between us. I will not take another mistress. You will not allow another man to touch you. Swear this to me, Sansa. I could not stand losing you. Or our child. Swear it!" Tyrion whispered fiercely.

Before Sansa could say anything, Cersei spoke.

"My good people, as you well know, we are still looking for all traitors that took part in the Targaryen Rebellion. The first of many, will die here today. A whore. A useless one, but a whore none the less. She serviced many men, including Targaryen guards that used information she had when she served the House of Baratheon. That information was used against my son, the former King, to displace him."

Shae looked right at Cersei.

"Lying cunt!" she snapped. "I can barely read! How am I going to be 'carrying messages', huh Queen Whore! TYRION!" Shae screamed.

Queen Margaery took over.

"Shae, do you have any final words?"

Shae looked at Margaery.

"You know she's a lying cunt. Why don't you help me?"

"You will not address your betters in such a manner." Queen Margaery told her.

"My betters? I never fucked my own brother! My only crime is that I loved Tyrion Lannister! I loved him even when he threw me aside for Sansa Stark! Sansa, I once considered you a friend! But you..."

Sansa could not stand it anymore! She slowly stood and Cersei grinned! Oh this was going to be good!

"I was a friend until I dared to have feelings for my own husband." Sansa said calmly.

Tyrion, who did not want Sandor Clegane's name brought up, stopped this.

"Shae, I'm sorry. That is all I can say."

"And that is all that should be said." Queen Margaery said, signaling to the axe- man to position Shae on the block. Shae struggled as her head was forced down. Sansa slowly sat back down and Tyrion tentatively reached for her hand again.

Then, the damnedest thing happened...

Just as Shae's head was chopped off, Visarys flew in squawking and belching fire! Shae's body and the axe-man were burned to a crisp! Everyone began screaming and running! The end of Cersei's dress was singed with a fire blast and she screamed for help. Two knights helped put out the fire.

One knight, who was scared witless, just stood still, shocked, as he was killed by a blast of fire! Brienne hurried to what was left of the knight and picked up his sword!

"COME ON!" she screamed. "COME TO BE YOU BIG BASTARD!"

"BRIENNE!" Jaime screamed. Brienne evaded two blasts of fire, then swung and cut deep into the dragons leg before...

Before she was hit with a blast of fire and felled! Jaime ran to his wife with Tyrion following behind his brother. Visarys then flew up into the air high, before turning and swooping down low, casting a large, frightening shadow over the crowd and then...

He picked up Tyrion between his teeth and flew off with him!

"TYRION!" Sansa screamed. Margaery hurried to Jaime's side and kept vigil over the now dying Brienne. Cersei's smile grew larger and larger, as Visarys flew off into the distance with her much despised brother.


It seemed like hours since that vile incident took place. Sansa was curled up in bed, sobbing over her husband. Visarys knew Tyrion. He would not eat him, would he? How could Jon have let that dragon get aloose like that? Why had that happened? Poor Brienne...

The door to her room opened and Jaime entered. He looked haggard.

"Brienne?" she questioned.

"Brienne is asking for you. She only has moments left." Jaime said in a hollow tone.

Sansa got up and quickly left the room. She hurried to where Jaime and Brienne's quarters were, and saw the very badly burned Brienne Lannister, lying on her death bed. Sansa made her way to her and picked up her hand, which oddly, was not that burned.

"Sansa..." Brienne rasped. "Sansa..."

"I am here, Brienne." Sansa replied.

"Jaime...Jaime..."

Sansa looked around and saw Jaime was standing behind her.

"Sansa...your mother was a proud and loyal warrior. Stannis killed Renly right in front of me as on one of those Shadows...he and his witch. Then they killed your mother. She should be avenged...Jaime, teach her the ways of a sword..."

"I am not listening to this! You will be fine! Just hold on!" Jaime yelled.

"To what, my love? I am burned and am slipping away...I can feel it. I love you, Jaime Lannister. My love...my love..."

Suddenly, Sansa felt Brienne's hand slip from hers. She was gone.


Visarys dropped Tyrion on the beaches of Dragonstone, then flew up and away again! Bronn and few other guards, saw this occur and ran to him!

"Seven hells, my lordship! How did this..." Bronn began.

"For the love of good wine, help me up, Bronn!" Tyrion demanded. "That dragon is out of control! He showed up AFTER Shae was beheaded. Before would've been nicer."

"Shae was beheaded?" Bronn asked. "Why? She knew nothing about nothing!"

"Because my bitch sister hates me. And I shudder to think of what will befall my wife if I'm not there. Where is Jon Snow?"

"It's Jon Targaryen," Bronn warned him. "And we're waiting until the other dragons are slain to attack."

"I don't think Sansa has that long."

"Well then maybe we'd better ask the Red Woman."

Tyrion's eyes grew huge!

"Pardon me? The Red Woman? You just said that as if you could put your hands on her right now?"

"She surrendered herself hours ago. She's in our prison talking in riddles."

Tyrion just stared at Bronn.

"What, my lordship?"

"Sansa wants her dead. And there is a large reward for her in King's Landing."

"I bet the fuck there is!" Bronn replied. "But she isn't going anywhere right now."

"We'll see about that. Take me to Jon Targaryen." Tyrion insisted.


Cersei summoned Jaime to her quarters, knowing he would need some comforting after his giant sized wife had perished.

When he entered her room, he found his sister naked. Jaime ran a hand down his face.

"Not now. Not today."

"Jaime, you didn't just lose a wife. I lost a brother."

"You mean Tyrion? I am supposed to believe that you are actually upset over him?"

"Of course I am! I know I was not the most affectionate sister, but I loved him deep down."

"Very deep, since it was never clear to Tyrion, nor myself, that you felt that way." Jaime answered. "I need wine."

Cersei poured him a cup herself, as he collapsed on a small sofa. She sat down next to him and stroked his hair as he drank.

"You are free. I am free..."

Jaime put down the cup.

"You need to be thinking about WHY that dragon appeared here at all. And why did it take Tyrion? Why didn't it kill him just as it did my wife?"

"Because it lived with Tyrion at Winterfell, remember? Tyrion probably mistreated it and it came back for revenge. How would I know?"

"You had best find out." Jaime answered, removing her hands from his hair. He then stood up, bowed, ignoring her nudity, before leaving her quarters. Down a hallway, he ran into Sansa.

"Lady. Why do I find you up and about during these late hours?"

"If you must know, I plan to ask Queen Margaery to send soldiers out to search for Tyrion. Visarys would not just..."

"Visarys?" Jaime asked.

"Yes. That is the name of the dragon."

"Ah. Yes. Your bastard brother named him that?"

"I would assume," Sansa said with exaggerated patience, "that Daenarys Targaryen named him such. Now if you will make way..."

"Actually, I will not. I just wanted to inform you that my late wife was in pain when she made that deathbed request. "

Sansa folded her arms.

"So you lied to your wife when you promised to help me?"

"I don't seem to recall 'promising'." Jaime countered. "Brienne did not know what she was saying. And it pains me that my wife had something so asinine on her mind during her final hours, over regretting bearing me children or our life together."

"Oh well, my lord. Now if you will make way..."

"Oh well? That is all you have to say to me?"

"No, my lord, " Sansa said, "there is this."

And she spit in Jaime's face again!

"THAT is for crippling Bran!" she yelled and ran around him! Oh he made her ill! Positively ill! Brienne was the fortunate one to have died before he broke her heart! And she had no doubts whatsoever that he was still sleeping with Cersei...

Sansa suddenly felt the back of her hair being held in a vise like grip, and knowing that she had not escaped Jaime after spitting on him, she began screaming bloody murder!

Jaime wrapped his arms around Sansa to keep her still and she tried to bite him! It was then that Margaery's door opened and Jaime and Sansa stopped their tussling.

A naked Joffrey stood in the doorway. And inside, on the bed, an equally naked Margaery was lounging about.

"I demand that one of you tell me what all of this noise is all about?" Joffrey asked, sounding very much like a king again.