Hey!
This was fun to write.
Slight warning that there is a bit of romance or people getting together in this chapter but nothing too detailed (I think) and if you were a fan of Chapter 37 you might like this chapter and if you weren't a fan of Chapter 37 as soon as you see things you don't like you can immediately skip to the Author Notes as I placed the scene at the end.
Enjoy :)
Chapter 77: Madness of Grief
Next day in the morning…
Coast just south of Sunspear, a few miles from the city walls, East Dorne
Jaime watched as Kenna dipped the point of the arrow in the fire of the torch Lord Royce was holding and lifted her bow.
She took a few deep breaths before pulling the string back and finding her aim.
A few more moments of silence passed before she let the string go. The flaming arrow swiftly shot through the air, moving over the rolling waves of the sea crashing onto the sandy beach, until it found its destination.
If the crowd had missed the distant thud that rode the wind back to them, they could not miss how the boat carrying Lord Grafton's body out to the open ocean started to catch fire.
Kenna promptly turned from the sight with an unreadable face and left with Lord Royce following her closely. Jaime noted how the young King Artys stayed put, staring out at the burning inferno now completely covering the drifting boat with his shoulders drooped.
Jaime felt Myrcella shuffle nervously beside him, "Your wife isn't as intimidating in stature as I thought she would be from the tales I have heard."
Jaime thought he saw his father expel a little huff of amusement at Myrcella's remark but as soon as he blinked the deadpan face of the Lord of Casterly Rock was back in place.
"Oh, believe me sometimes looks are deceiving," Jaime said humorously, sparing Myrcella the details on how the Sand Snakes had died.
"How are my cousins? Yohn and Jorge I think their names are," Myrcella asked sticking to the theme of family.
You mean your uncles, Jaime japed in his own mind.
"I wouldn't know," Jaime said too casually for a father, "The twins are in Winterfell under Sansa Starks care and have been since their birth."
"Sansa was always kind," Myrcella trailed off as she spotted Artys standing on the sandy shore alone.
Jaime laid a comforting hand on her shoulder, guessing where her thoughts were.
"I knew what the Sand Snakes were going to do and I didn't consul against it .. I could have stopped the ambush and prevented all this death … the council Trystane left in charge wanted to surrender the city," Myrcella confessed as she brought a hand up to her mouth.
Jaime opened his mouth to reassure his daughter but his father reacted faster.
"If you had advised against the Sand Snakes, we might have found you hanging in the Water Garden's as well," Tywin said matter-of-factly as his eyes surveyed who had remained on the beach in Queen Kenna's absence, "You made the right decision."
Myrcella's eyes met her grandfathers in slight shock, "I am the consort of Dorne they would never have killed me. Trystane would never have let that happen."
"Trystane wouldn't have let his own noblemen be hanged either," Tywin half snorted at the total lack of control the new Dornish leader had displayed over his cousin's actions, "but your husband isn't here to stop anything."
"We are at a funeral," Jaime said trying to deflect his father's attention away from his daughter.
"Queen Kenna has left. The funeral is over. Why did Oberyn take your mother to Meereen?" Tywin said continuing his interrogation.
"So she could directly petition Queen Daenerys to spare Tommen's life when she takes the Iron Throne," Myrcella said before her eyes darted hesitantly between her Uncle and Grandfather, "and because I suspect he wants to sleep with her."
Jaime's hand on Myrcella's shoulder stiffened.
"Why did Trystane leave Sunspear so unprotected?" Tywin carried on as if Myrcella's reveal of Oberyn's designs on Cersei had meant nothing to him.
"He thought Daenerys would have arrived before you returned from Pyke. He didn't anticipate you attacking Dorne from the South."
"Will Trystane surrender his army and return to Sunspear for you and your child?" Tywin asked, not hiding the underlying threat in his words.
"I do not know Grandfather. Perhaps you should ask him," Myrcella said firmly back before walking away from her family members.
Tywin was about to stop her but Jaime stepped in front of him.
"Let her go. She is not our enemy. She is a Lannister," Jaime said containing his fury at how his father was treating his daughter.
"She is a Martell now Jaime," Tywin said sharply watching as Myrcella approached King Artys, "and the sooner you realize that the better."
"You would, wouldn't you?" Jaime accused, his eyes burning into his father's before leaning forwards, "It's not like you haven't killed a grandchild before."
Tywin inhaled slowly as he looked down at his son. Jaime's nostrils were flaring and his hands were clenched into tight fists.
"Good. If you think I am capable of killing her then Trystane certainly will and if he values Myrcella and his future child's life he will stand down his army and surrender," Tywin said attempting to get past Jaime to return to Sunspear but his son wouldn't let him go.
"And if he doesn't?"
Tywin sighed in frustration, "I won't kill her. Unlike with Joffrey, I am proud that Myrcella is my blood. Joffrey was an embarrassment, a precursor to another Aerys. Myrcella is competent and will make a good mother just like .. Joanna did."
Jaime was so shocked at the mention of his mother that he let Tywin slip by him without another word.
That evening …
The Prince of Dorne's solar (currently occupied by Queen Kenna), Old Palace, Sandship, Sunspear, East Dorne
"To Lord Gerold Grafton," Kenna toasted.
All four glasses clinked together before they found the lips of Lord Royce, Artys, Lord Redwyne and Kenna.
The men only mirrored her morose mood and silently downed their cups. Kenna followed their lead and emptied her goblet then placed it down on the table.
Men always seemed to need a few stiff drinks before they could show their emotions to each other.
The jug of Dornish red wine was passed around and the cups refilled.
"He will be missed," Kenna added sombrely as she took a large gulp of Dornish red wine.
"Yes," Lord Royce agreed finishing his second cup just as quickly as the first, "but he wouldn't want us to mourn him in silence. He would want us to celebrate his life with drink and tales."
"Agreed," Redwyne said before pointing to a crate at his feet, "and that is why I had my men take this from my private supply on the Arbour Queen."
Artys looked over the crate, "Is that Arbour wine?"
Redwyne picked up two jugs and pushed them into the centre of the table to join the lone Dornish red wine one, "Yes I always thought it superior to this Dornish swirl. Will this be your first taste?"
Artys nodded and watched as the Reach Lord grabbed his empty cup, filling it to the brim before returning it.
"Go on," Redwyne beckoned to the young King as Artys hesitantly brought the goblet to his lips.
"Tastes .. smooth and … strong," Artys replied, attempting to hold a cough in, which prompted hearty chuckles from both Lord Royce and Lord Redwyne.
Kenna smiled into her own cup as the atmosphere of the room started to warm up. She finished the dregs of red wine left in her own cup before sliding it over to Lord Redwyne who happily obliged her.
"I don't want it said that a Queen couldn't keep up," she grinned mischievously at the men around the table.
A few hours later .. approaching midnight …
"No," Kenna gasped in joyous surprise.
"Yes, it is true," Lord Redwyne insisted, "the night I met Gerold he saved my life. I had been drinking heavily and gotten into a fight with a young arrogant loud mouth Lord and we got into a brawl onboard one of my father's ships. The Lord knocked me clean out and over the side of the ship."
"Lord Grafton dived in and saved you?" Artys questioned with his head held up in one hand as the other brought his nearly finished goblet to his mouth.
"Yes," Lord Redwynde smirked before leaning over the table towards the youngest member of the party, "but only after he had knocked me overboard."
The entire table rumbled as Lord Royce laughed at the tale, "That sounds like him. When he returned from Oldtown we were constantly duelling over this or that with each other but we always shared a drink afterwards."
"Another?" Lord Redwyne questioned Kenna.
"If you still have some left who am I to refuse your generosity," Kenna handed over her goblet and watched as Lord Redwyne lifted another jug of wine from below the table.
He handed her cup back to her and placed the jug in the centre of the table to join the eight empty jugs already consigned to the middle of the table.
Kenna sipped on the exquisite wine as her the pleasant sensation of being drunk washed over her muscles and clouded her mind but it wasn't enough to clear the floating image of Lord Grafton's body from her inner eye, "He saved my reign when we were all in King's Landing. He brought Stannis and the Golden Company. He saved the Vale and I will never forget that for as long as I live."
Lord Redwyne and Lord Royce nodded gently at her statement. The wine had gotten to everyone in the room. All movements were slow and clumsy.
Artys's cup landed heavily on the wooden table gaining him the attention of everyone around the table.
"He was the father I never had. He taught me how to be a man … he .. I miss him," Artys announced in slurred words.
At seeing her nephew on the verge of tears Kenna got up to go comfort him but immediately had to grab the table for support as the world shook around her.
She saw Lord Royce stand on unsteady legs and each step he took towards her seemed to shake the room.
"It's okay I haven't had that much," Kenna muttered.
"We have all had too much," Lord Royce laughed, "Just as Gerold would have wanted."
A sharp knock at the door of her chambers pierced though the air and everyone creaked their necks to look at the door as if it had burst into flames.
"Allow me," Lord Redwyne offered as he slowly pushed himself from his seat beside Artys who's forehead was now touching the surface of the table with his arms resting either side.
Both Lord Royce and Kenna watched impressed as Lord Redwyne was able to navigate from the table to the door leading to the corridor without any drunken stumbles.
He gave a good pretence of a sober person in his movements; the only visible sign of his current state was the way in which he gripped the wall for support when he opened the door to reveal a fine dressed Westerlands man on the other side.
"This had better be fucking important," the Reach Lord snarled at the interruption to his so far pleasant evening.
The lone Lannister man was clearly taken aback by the aggressive greeting, "I .. ah .. have a message for Queen Kenna from Lord Tywin."
"Go on then give it," Lord Redwyne said moving aside to let the long-haired blond man into the room.
The cleanshaven man eyed the copious amounts of wine jugs displayed on the table as he moved forward into the room.
Kenna couldn't decide if the green-eyed man was swaying from side to side or if she was but the rocking movement was stopped as Lord Royce gently pushed her back down into her seat before he hovered over her shoulder.
The messenger stared at Artys who had totally collapsed onto the table face down.
"He is fine," Lord Royce declared, "now spit out your message so we can continue our night in peace."
"Of course, my condolences for the loss of Lord Grafton," the man spluttered before addressing Kenna, "My Lord request your Grace's presence in his chambers. He would like-"
"He what?" Lord Royce roared exploding up from behind Kenna and taking a few stomping steps towards the young Lannister man.
"He has just received a letter by raven which he wishes to show Queen Kenna," the man quickly explained back peddling away from the boulder like Vale Lord but his retreat was blocked by the now closed door.
Lord Royce grabbed the collar of the thin blond man, yanking him towards himself so the smaller man was on his tiptoes. The joyous atmosphere had left the room and it was rapidly becoming sour but Kenna would not have this sad day made worse with unnecessary violence.
"Yohn," Kenna warned but the tone was more or a request than an order.
Lord Royce dropped the cloth in his hand but kept the messenger pinned against the door with his sizable bulk.
Kenna concentrated and gathered all the coherent sense she had left, "Can your Lord's summons not wait till morning? It is rather late and we were mourning a lost friend before your interruption."
"Lord Tywin was insistent that you should come as quickly as possible despite the hour," the pensive man said with a hint of fear in his voice.
"I guess I should be flattered he wants my opinion on something," Kenna chuckled from her seat, letting the wine flowing in her veins dictate her words.
"Kenna let him wait till the morning," Lord Royce boomed, still rattled by the unfortunate wording the messenger had chosen.
"Please your Grace," the young man pleaded as if his life depended on getting Kenna to Lord Tywin.
Kenna calmed the man's worries, "Fine, fine."
"Kenna-"
"It's fine Yohn. Stay with Lord Redwyne. Enjoy the rest of the night and the few jugs of Arbour wine left," she stood up from her seat then looked to Artys who was gently snoring now, "and look after my nephew."
"He is safe with us," Lord Redwyne said crossing the room and placing a hand on both of Artys's slumped shoulders.
Kenna smiled at the tall but slim Lord before turning her attention to the fidgeting Westerlands man, "What is your name?"
"Lancel Lannister. I am Lord Tywin's nephew as well as his squire."
"Really? You are Lancel Lannister," Kenna said as she walked slowly up to where Lord Royce and the man were standing, "I don't remember you from King's Landing at all."
"We didn't spend any time together," the shaken Lannister replied, clearly just wanting to get out of the room and complete his task.
The more Kenna looked at the Lannister the more Jaime's initial suggestion of Lancel being the father of her children made her want to just laugh and laugh. The man was a poor substitute for Jaime let alone his father.
Kenna held her tongue while Lord Royce stepped far enough away from Lancel so he could open the door.
"Led the way then," Kenna uttered to Lancel while waving away Lord Royce's silent protests as she slipped through the door.
A few minutes later …
A Prince of Dorne's solar (currently occupied by Lord Tywin), Old Palace, Sandship, Sunspear, East Dorne
Tywin sat behind a large dark wooden desk with a goblet of wine in his hand. The desk had stacks of paper, ink pots, stamps and a jug of wine around the edges but in the middle there was only an open letter than had two neat creases in it. On that letter were the scrawling scribblings of his younger son informing him of two crucial pieces of information that Olenna's spies had managed to uncover in the war against Daenerys Targaryen.
Two crucial pieces of information that had left him cursing the Gods and drinking more than was befitting a man of his station and reputation.
It had taken him a full hour to calm himself down, assess the Crown's new position in the war with the Dragon Queen and call for Lancel to fetch Kenna.
He had been simmering for the last fifteen minutes, sipping on his wine, and occasionally glancing at the letter trying to solidify what he was going to say in his mind as soon as Kenna entered the room.
All his prepared points of strategy and carefully chosen words remained unspoken though as Lancel opened his door and Kenna sauntered in with a carefree smile.
Tywin could see how her body swayed with each step and didn't need the glassy look in her eye to know how she had been spending her evening.
"Go," Tywin dismissed Lancel and his nephew was happy to get out of his sight.
"I would offer you a glass of wine but I think you have had enough for one night," Tywin said watching the Queen walk in-between two lines of statues to teeter to one of the many pictures hanging on the walls in the room.
She turned to him like she hadn't heard his comment, "Interesting choice of … décor."
Tywin knew what she was driving at. All the paintings that adorned the walls and the statues that occupied various areas of the solar all had a single theme.
The paintings all depicted naked men and women in various states of intercourse while the statues were all chiselled as close to physical perfection a naked human being could get.
"Not my choice," Tywin snapped back, regretting his use of these chambers now and drinking all of what remained in his cup.
"No, not your style. Not enough gold and I can't see even one depiction of a lion anywhere," Kenna teased clearly entertained by the setting she had walked into.
She twirled around to get a complete look of the room.
Apart from the desk Tywin was clearly fuming behind and the pictures and sculptures there were two plush looking recliners either side of a low table in the corner closest to the door she had come through. Next to the door, to what Kenna presumed must be the bed chamber, was a rack of well-maintained spears.
The realisation of whose chamber she was currently standing in sobered her up significantly.
"This is Oberyn Martell's chambers," she stated with absolute certainty, not able to ignore the fact she had directly killed three of his daughters and indirectly killed another two.
Tywin nodded reluctantly, placing his empty cup beside the letter.
Kenna clung onto the adrenaline that had just shot through her body, "What did you want to show me?"
"Perhaps you should come back in the morning," Tywin said flicking his eyes to the letter resting on his desk then back to Kenna who had stepped closer towards him, "You are drunk."
"And you are doing that thing you do with your face when you are incredibly angry but you don't vocalise it, you just … stare," Kenna said with alcohol making her say out loud what would have normally stayed in her head.
Tywin felt his annoyance bubbling over into rage, not used to having to deal with drunken behaviour.
"Yes, that is the look," Kenna chuckled across from the desk she now rested her hands on.
"You should leave," Tywin said sharply hating how Kenna's laughter was bouncing around the chamber and making him relive some unpleasant memories.
"You dragged me away from my mourning," Kenna gave out a low laugh, "No. I am here now and I am not going anywhere until you show me what was so important, I had to see it in the middle of the night."
Tywin simply held out the letter, able to contain his anger for now.
Kenna leaned over the desk and snatched the offered piece of parchment from his hand.
She read the letter.
Then re-read it before scrunching it up and tossing it back down onto the desk's dark surface.
Kenna brushed a hand over her cheeks and down her chin as her mind tried to pull itself together and get to grips with what she had just read. She placed both hands flat on the desk and bowed her head.
Tywin didn't interrupt Kenna, knowing it had taken him an entire hour to process the information.
Kenna only took a minute.
She exploded into life grabbing Tywin's cup and launching it at the rack of spears causing them all to spill onto the floor.
Kenna kept her eyes locked on the spears rolling along the stone floor, not daring to face Tywin until the battle for control over her emotions had ended in her favour.
It was a battle she would have gladly lost if she had not been in Tywin's presence.
She slammed her fists down onto the desk, causing a few pieces of paper to float to the floor. She exhaled two calming breaths before looking directly at Tywin who had been watching every expression that had crossed her face.
"What are we going to do?" she asked as calmly as she could manage.
"Are you ready to discuss our options?"
"Don't act like this news didn't affect you either," Kenna growled back losing some of that hard fought composure.
Tywin ignored her aggressive tone, "We need to deal with it and decide what we are going to do, and quickly."
"Daenerys now has one hundred thousand Dothraki horse riders and a fleet in which to transport them to Westeros. Without even counting her three fucking dragons and her Unsullied army that horde alone would be a force that could conquer the Seven Kingdoms," Kenna vented as she started to pace back and forth in front of the desk.
"Fuck," Kenna shouted in frustration, not noticing how still Tywin had become, "This is utterly ridiculous. The Gods are laughing at us, did they think killing three dragons wasn't enough of a challenge?"
Kenna continued her rant as her fast pace of walking increased to frantic dashes from one end of the table to the other, "Seven years ago she was a lost little girl surviving on scraps in Pentos under the thumb of her brother and now she is sailing to Westeros in a better position that Aegon ever was. She has the support of Lord Varys, Ser Barristan, that exile Jorah Mormont, the sons of whores that fight for the Second Sons and whatever men Trystane has in the Red-."
A loud crash stopped her triad.
Kenna turned back towards the desk. The ink pots, metal stamps, and the wine jug were now on the floor. The stacks of letters and correspondence were sinking through the air and landing in the river of wine that was pouring from the jug.
Kenna looked from the mess on the floor to the man who had caused it. Tywin was standing above the desk taking in heavy breaths and that look of annoyance had morphed into something darker.
Kenna was about to open her mouth when Tywin charged from around the desk and half pushed, half wrestled her to the nearest wall.
Kenna let out a small grunt of pain as her back was slammed into the cold stone wall. Tywin's hands were around her wrists, pining them beside her head while his body trapped hers against the wall.
"I will not let my family be destroyed by the daughter of Aerys," Tywin declared with a burning determination in his eyes that both frightened and emboldened Kenna, "I will not let everything I have built crumble to dust. I will not."
Kenna experimentally tried to wrench her wrists from Tywin's grip but he didn't relinquish his tight grasp.
"Anger won't help us," Kenna said as evenly as she could manage as the issue of Daenerys Targaryen started to slip from her mind.
"It is a delicate dance we are doing," Tywin said leaning in so close to Kenna's face that he could smell the sweet notes of the Arbour wine on her lips," "Do you think you are leading it?"
"Do you?" Kenna fired back with fury in her eyes.
The alcohol was mingling with her aggravation at being physically held against the wall and she could feel the heat rising throughout her body.
In that moment Tywin dipped his head and poured all his rage at the situation into the kiss that claimed her mouth.
Kenna wasn't shocked when she felt Tywin's lips on hers. She had sensed the moment coming since she had walked into the room.
Tywin pulled back but kept Kenna's hands where they were with his own, "If you won't let me have my anger let me have this."
Kenna had spent the entire day mourning her losses and remembering all those that had not made it this far. In this moment, battered by the draining emotion of loss and the overwhelming challenge ahead of them, she grabbed out at something familiar. Something recklessly indulgent but wholly necessary. She welcomed the opportunity to forget about everything that troubled her, even if only for a few hours.
Kenna leaned her head forward and kissed Tywin harshly, leading him back to kissing her deeply against the wall.
Tywin released her wrists so he could pick her whole body up and carry her towards the other door by the fallen spears. Kenna instinctually curled her legs around his back as her arms circled his neck for balance. She didn't allow Tywin a breath until the door had closed behind them.
Author's Notes
For those thinking 'Dorne' fell too easy please see my review reply to Mathdump.
I promised a section in King's Landing in the teaser/Next Up bit of last chapter but including that would have made this chapter incredibly long so I decided to add it to the next chapter.
Did people like drunk Lord Royce, Lord Redwyne, Artys and Kenna? It is what Lord Grafton would have wanted I think XD
On Tywin and Kenna, I know they are both practical people and will want to prepare for the increased numbers of Dany's forces as soon as possible but I think the situation (Lord Grafton's funeral, wine consumption of both, news of Dany's departure from Meereen with a massive army and three dragons, their natural chemistry and past liaisons) would push them together in this way so that sleeping with each other would be considered a stress reliving activity.
Reviews:
Mathdump (commented on chapters 75 & 76) – Mmmm I think many people will be thinking the same as you on the Dorne 'too easy' point so I give my logic below and let me know if I missed something.
My logic for what is happening in Dorne and specifically how Sunspear fell so easily to Kenna and Tywin is:
The entirety of Dorn's military is basically camped in either the Princess Pass or in the Boneway, not at Sunspear. Trapped there by the Tyrell forces at the top of each passageway and by Strickland and Robb at the bottom. Trystane is young and inexperienced he was counting on Dany joining the fight earlier than she has so didn't think to fortify from an attack from the sea/South.
Since the Targs took a year (I am guessing this is marching soldiers through the Red Mountains with the effects of the hot climate on them as well as fighting their way through the Dornish resistance). Honestly, I don't know why the Targs didn't just ship their troops there with their Dragons protecting the fleet. As for me what made Dorne 'unconquerable' was their defensive use of the Red Mountains and guerrilla tactics that made conquering Dorne worth too much for Aegon, in terms of men that he would lose, as well as holding it with a puppet (think that Tyrell guy that got murdered) doesn't seem to be feasible.
Kenna and Tywin are able to bypass the issue of the Red Mountains, the hot climate (in terms of exhausting their men) and the 'who do you leave in charge' issue because they used ships to transport their men so they weren't too tired and didn't suffer from the heat for an extended period of time and they have a ready-made Dornish leader in the form of Myrcella's unborn child. BUT just to be clear they haven't conquered Dorne, they have only captured Sunspear for the resources & hostages. Trystane still has control over a considerable host in the Princess Pass (30,000) and there is a smaller force in the Boneway (10,000). There is the issue of wear and tear from the Pyke Siege and all the travelling but because there are so little soldiers left to defend Sunspear it wasn't significant to the overall outcome.
Mister LaGuardia – I think that they were they type of people who would just charge in and not really consider death an issue. They just saw an opportunity to kill Tywin and Elia Martell's death must have been hanging over the Martell family for the last twenty years.
Lord Demolitions – Very true. When we return to King's Landing Tyrion comes back into the story. I thought for sure you would comment on the trebuchets last chapter XD
Antares Graceford – Lol you really disliked them.
Ksyushangel – What does 'Second bottom, or third' mean? Everyone should always be suspicious if I haven't killed anyone for a while ! I was hoping someone would connect Elia Sand with Elia Martell and the connections between Tywin, Oberyn and the Sacking of King's Landing!
I could have had Kenna choose but I just thought that Lord Grafton as a person would give his life for Artys and make that clear to Kenna. I mean I have faked killed Lord Royce once and nearly turned him into Zombie Royce …. ;D
Okay I think it was actually three chapters without deaths but I totally made up for that in the last chapter XD
Awkward emojis?
Quite a little family empire Tywin will have if everything goes the way he wants … ;) The whole picture I guess is a bit sprawling.
NightlyRowenTree – Yeah, the TV series didn't show the Sand Snakes in the best of light.
Laisrmartinelli – Haha I like ruthless Kenna too but there are still clear lines that she hasn't crossed yet (killing children) and she did waver over Elia Sand. Their personalities and goals make them a force to be reckon with. Will they be able to stop Dany though …
Guest (commented 27/11/2020) – Not sure on that. Oberyn showed in canon he only blames the direct people who have harmed his family e.g he only went after Tywin, not his children or his grandchildren, for Elia's death.
Guest (commented 27/11/2020) – I mean Dany isn't one of my top tier characters but everyone has their part in this story. Oh well Brienne and Yara are already dead in this story .. opps. But I think you are right it is annoying when a character just stomps past opponents because .. magic. Kenna, and the Crown Alliance, are in a spot of bother now with Dany having the 100,000 Dothraki hoard added to her forces as well as the ships to transport everyone to Westeros so …. Kenna is going to have to pull something out the bag if she wants to secure the Weirwood Throne and Casterly Rock for her children.
DannyBlack70 – I was building up to it! XD Yeah having Lannister blood ruling Dorne is a bit of a coup but Trystane still has his split forces in the Red Mountains and will he throw away his rule for his wife and unborn child?
Next Up: Lord Royce goes looking for his Queen, King's Landing descends into chaos (for real this time), and Qyburn's clandestine efforts finally bear fruit.
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