Jaime had arrived back in King's Landing. He was making his report to Joffrey and the council.
"Did you take Highgarden?" Joffrey asked.
"Yes," said Jaime. "Olenna and Mace are both dead."
"Excellent," said Joffrey. "And now, our next move will be to sail on Dragonstone and crush Daenerys!"
Jaime was taken aback. "Are you sure we're ready for that? Don't forget, she has dragons!"
Joffrey smiled. "Ah, but Euron here has the means to control the dragons."
Euron stood, brandishing his dragonhorn. "This is Dragonbinder. I found it myself, amongst the smoking ruins of Valyria." Valyria was the country where the ancestors of the Targaryen family had lived, before it was destroyed in a mysterious disaster. "The dragonlords of old sounded such horns before the Doom devoured them. Whoever blows the horn will die, but any dragons that hear will obey the horn's master, said master being yours truly!"
"I want you to take all of our soldiers, and Euron's ironmen, and Bane's foxes to Dragonstone," Joffrey told Jaime. "We'll hit this Targaryen bitch with everything we've got, and if she tries to send her dragons against us, Euron can use the dragonhorn to make them attack her instead!"
Jaime frowned. "I don't like this. It seems like too much of a risk."
"It'll work, don't worry," said Qyburn. "I've been having all the ships outfitted with scorpions. Even if the horn doesn't work, those giant bolts are strong enough to pierce a dragon's skin."
Jaime sighed. "So be it, then."