King Joffrey and Queen Margaery were in the throne room when a squad of the Faith Militant came in, dragging Margaery's brother Loras with them. The Faith Militant was the military order of the Faith of the Seven. They had been officially disbanded two centuries ago, but Joffrey had recently reinstated them as part of his plan to get rid of the Tyrells.

"What are you doing with my brother?" Margaery cried.

"We caught him in a brothel having sex with a male prostitute," said the High Sparrow, leader of the Faith Militant. "Such perversions are against the laws of gods and men."

"I've been having sex with other men for years and no one cared," said Loras. "This is just political! Someone wants me out of the way!" He appealed to Margaery. "Help me!"

Margaery turned to Joffrey. "Release him at once!"

Joffrey only smiled. "Wasn't me who arrested him. It was these guys. You'll have to ask them to release him."

"No one is above the laws of the gods," said the High Sparrow. "All sinners must be punished."

"No one is above the law of the gods, you say?" Joffrey asked with interest. "Not even a king or a queen?"

"Not even a king or a queen."

"Well, that's good to know."

"If our father were here, he would never stand for this," Margaery said angrily.

"Well, he's not here, is he?" Joffrey said. Mace Tyrell had departed King's Landing a few days ago, to go deal with the Iron Bank of Bravos.

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Jaime woke up in a bed. His head was aching badly, but oddly he couldn't seem to feel anything below the neck. He hoped he wasn't paralyzed.

Doran came into the room. "Ah, good to see you've regained consciousness. That was a nasty knock you took."

Jaime sat bolt upright. Apparently, he could still move, he just couldn't feel anything for some reason. "Where's Myrcella?"

"She's right here." Myrcella came inside and stood beside Doran. She had two ears again!

Jaime was confused. "How did you get your ear back? I thought Gerald cut it off!"

"That wasn't really me," said Myrcella.

"It wasn't the real Myrcella you absconded with in the night," said Doran. "It was her maid Rosamunde. I had her placed in Myrcella's room as a decoy so I could find out who wished Myrcella harm. Judging by the way he savagely mutilated the fake Myrcella, I'd say it was Gerald Dayne who sent the threat."

"But he told me you did!" said Jaime.

"Well, he was lying. I told you, I don't want to hurt Myrcella. Gerald must have been trying to provoke a war between Dorne and the crown, which is something I don't want at all. And now it looks like the only way to avoid a war… is to send the two of you back home to King's Landing."

"Where's Gerald now?" Jaime asked. "Did you capture him?"

"No, he escaped into the desert on his horse."

Jaime wasn't happy to hear that. But at least he and Myrcella were safe.

By evening, he was walking about again, but he still couldn't feel anything below his neck. He met with Bane and Bronn (Bronn's arrow injury had not been fatal) and told them they would head back home with Myrcella tomorrow.

But when he took off his shirt to change for bed that night, he realized that his chest had turned dark purple. The same color as his tentacle.

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Margaery wasn't looking forward to spending another night sleeping in the same room as Joffrey. Not only did he smell terrible, she knew he was behind her brother's arrest.

But when she came to her bedroom that evening, Joffrey wasn't there. Instead Osney Kettleblack was. "Hey, babe," he said. "Ready to get it on?"

"What are you doing in here?" she demanded.

"Didn't Joffrey tell you?" Osney asked. "He wanted me to come in here and have sex with you tonight."

"You fool!" Margaery said. "Who asks another man to fuck his wife for him? This must be a trap!"

Just then the High Sparrow came bursting in. Joffrey had written him a note asking him to come to the royal bedchamber that night, but hadn't said why. "What are you doing in the queen's room?" the High Sparrow yelled at Osney. "Were you having sex with her?"

"Well, not yet," said Osney.

"This is adultery! And because Margaery is the queen, it's treason too!"

"This is all a misunderstanding," Margaery tried to explain, but he wasn't interested in hearing it.

Just then Joffrey came into the room. "What's going on here?" he asked, as if he didn't know.

"Your Grace, I caught this man in the act of adultery with your queen," the High Sparrow said.

"Caught in the act? I hadn't even taken my trousers off yet!" Osney protested indignantly. "Joffrey, tell him you asked me to do this!"

"I don't know what he's talking about," said Joffrey. "I really had expected better of you, Margaery. I guess we'll have to lock them up in the black cells."

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Gerald Dayne had been riding across the desert all day. Suddenly Bill appeared before him.

"You failed me, Gerald," said Bill. "You were supposed to manipulate the Martells and Lannisters into fighting each other. Instead, they realized what you were up to, and now Doran is sending Myrcella and Jaime back to King's Landing."

"I-I'm sorry!" Gerald blurted. "I don't know what went wrong!"

"Well, I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself," said Bill. "I have another task for you. I need you to travel to Oldtown."

"What do you want me to do there?"

"Nothing, at the moment. But sooner or later, a certain young man will show up there, and I'll need you to make a bargain with him."

"What sort of bargain?"

"Oh, I'll tell you when the time comes," Bill said. "All you need to do right now is go to Oldtown and await further instructions. And if you play your cards right, you could still become the new ruler of Dorne, like I promised you before. Just do what Bill says. Always listen to Bill…"