At the Red Keep…
Daveth moved several pieces of cyvasse on the board, all whilst keeping a close eye on his son Lyonel and daughter Cassana. So far the children were being well-behaved with Catelyn playing with her grandchildren. The Young Stag's headache had gone away, but his mind drifted to the conflict with the Sparrows. With the City Watch along with soldiers from the Baratheon and Lannister barracks patrolling the streets and atop the ramparts, the Tyrell and Royce volunteers had blended in the streets to keep a close eye on suspicious activities.
During playtime, however, the Prince tossed one of his toys and hit Cassana on the head—causing her to whine 'eeek' in surprise and held her head. Their grandmother noticed the rough housing and intervened.
"Lyonel, don't throw your toys at your sister," Catelyn firmly told him.
"Sowwy, gwammie," the young Prince apologized, giving sad puppy dog eyes.
Cassana luckily didn't cry, but merely rubbed her head from where one of her brother's toys bounced off. If the Princess was an angel at her age, then Lyonel was certainly being a handful.
"Lyonel," Daveth called to his son, "look at your sister and tell her you're sorry."
He turned to Cassana. "I sowwy."
"I's okie," she replied.
Catelyn nodded in approval. "That's good, children."
The twins resumed playing with their toys. Catelyn and Daveth were pleased that they had already learned their mannerisms and proving to be adept studies. The Young Stag believed if Lyonel and Cassana maintained their progress at this rate, they could one day end up surpassing him. But only time will tell whether or not this might be accurate or exaggerate.
"Is it always like this?" Daveth asked.
She looked at her son-in-law. "It gets challenging the more they grow up, but so far you and Sansa are off to a good start."
"That's… reassuring, mother-in-law. Sometimes I doubt my ability to parent. We're doing everything we can to give them a better life."
*KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!*
"Who is it?" the Young Stag called out.
"It's Bodrin, Your Grace," a voice answered on the other side of the door, "and Lord Royce. Our patrons and we wish to have an audience with you. It's rather urgent."
Daveth slowly rose to his feet. Bodrin? He hadn't seen or heard from one of his close informants in over four years since Joffrey's purge of Robert's bastards. Last he heard Bodrin had fled King's Landing into the Riverlands before any form of communication was severed. All this time he thought the old man was dead.
"Come in."
The door pushed open, revealing Bodrin, Yohn Royce and two dark-haired individuals the Young Stag hadn't seen before. Catelyn recognized one of them while Lyonel and Cassana tilted their heads to the side in confusion; who were these strangers?
"Four years, Bodrin. Where have you been?" Daveth mentioned.
"It's a long story, Your Grace," he replied. "But I spent the last year recuperating in Riverrun. Bandits."
"I see."
Yohn stepped forward. "Pardon the intrusion, Your Grace, but our informants have discovered where the Sparrows are hiding. We're beginning a three-phased strategy to bring this minor squabbling to a quick, decisive conclusion as we speak."
"Already? That's good news, Lord Royce. Our city could certainly use it," Daveth noticed the two individuals look at him intently. "And who are these… companions of yours?"
"Ah, yes. Your Grace, these people are-"
Before both Bodrin and Yohn could turn to introduce them, they stepped forward in front of them.
"It's Gendry, Your Grace," he introduced himself with pride. "I'm Robert Baratheon's son. Bastard son."
"And I'm Mya Stone, Your Grace," she introduced herself. "I'm Robert Baratheon's bastard daughter."
Despite Bodrin and Yohn frowning in disappointment at their conduct, Daveth blinked at being relayed with such information and looked at both men with incredulous confusion etched on his face. What in Seven hells is going on here? How many illegitimate offspring did Robert actually sire? Was there something he did himself did not know?
"Wait, wait, wait! Hold on a minute. Can someone please explain to me what is going on here?" Daveth beseeched.
"They were meant to keep that part to themselves," Yohn said.
Gendry brushed his concerns off. "The three of us share the same father. Why shouldn't we trust each other? We're family after all, trueborn or baseborn, right?"
'Yet you realize that I've never met any of you until now, right? So you'll have to excuse me that is all new to me,' Daveth eyed Gendry and Mya up and down. "When and where were each of you born?" he asked.
"Flea Bottom, year 282 AC," answered Gendry.
"The Vale of Arryn, year 279 AC," Mya replied.
Bodrin decided that now with everything out in the open, he might as well relay the private sensitive details to the King. "I know this might come across as a bit of a surprise, Your Grace, but believe it or not they're the last of King Robert's ba…" he stopped when he noticed the children so he decided to rephrase his words, "…ah, illegitimate offspring. Hence why they closely resemble you in regards to appearance."
"I… see," the Young Stag replied still trying to absorb as much detail. "Bodrin and Lord Royce informed me you two played a role against the Sparrows, yes?"
His bastard half-sister nodded. "Pests were everywhere, but one of your eunuch's spies told me and Lady Myranda where they're hiding… and more."
"Meaning?"
"One of the Most Devout was funding them and providing them with weapons. Some old crow clergy, Unella? I think?"
Daveth shook his head. "Unbelievable. And the others?"
"Held prisoner, but if we're to get them and Ser Loras out of their custody – it has to be now."
Gendry agreed. "Bodrin told us the plan and who we're up against, Your Grace. Let us help you."
Bodrin looked at him. "Gendry, don't be a fool. This is much bigger than it seems. You're not a soldier."
"No, but I'm a fighter. And he won't be needing a smith when the time comes."
"And he won't need a guide to herd the troops to flush 'em out," Mya pointed out.
Daveth sighed and shook his shoulders. "Do you have any experience in close-quarters combat? Do you know how to use a sword?"
"No," Gendry replied. "I prefer a hammer."
Mya unveiled her specialized ice hook. "This is mostly used for climbing steep mountains, but can also be used as a weapon. Don't worry; I know how to use it."
"Gendry can handle himself in a fight," Bodrin vouched for him.
Yohn begrudgingly resigned. "Mya… is more than capable of looking out for herself," he said.
"Good," the Young Stag replied. "Then it's time we bring the fight to the Sparrows."
Throughout King's Landing…
"But first we'll need the extraction team to be ready. They need to be on the move before the High Sparrow catches wind of our plans and alert his followers. He might've caught us off-guard the first time. He thinks he's outplayed us with his small-scale hit-and-run tactics. But all that's about to change; we know every inch of this city more than he does."
Throughout the capital city, merchants and civilians close down their shops and border up their homes to keep themselves out of the crossfire. A mother picked up her children and hurriedly made their way into their homes. With tensions boiling over, they knew trouble was coming. Throughout the streets, the gold cloaks quickened their pace and moved to close key central points: the Dragon Gate, Old Gate, Gate of the Gods, Lion Gate, King's Gate, Mud Gate, and Iron Gate. With every entrance and exist of King's Landing sealed off, no one was getting in or out until the uprising was dealt with.
"Gendry, you and Mya will lead a small strike team to infiltrate the Sparrows' hideout through the sewage systems. It's too narrow for our troops, so your people will need to be sent in one at a time. Once inside, find Ser Loras Tyrell and the remaining Most Devout. Get them out post haste. My youngest brother, Prince Tommen, has insisted on helping out so he'll be going with you. Once you're out, take this bow and arrow with you and shoot it up in the air. The contents inside contain an explosive powder from Essos that, upon detonation, emanates a green flash. Once our troops on the ground see it, they'll know the mission's been successful."
At one of the sewers, Gendry and Mya held their noses and pried open on of the bars encircling the pipes. Although the capital city was much cleaner and healthy, the sewage systems still stank of bile. Covering their noses and mouths, keeping themselves from retching to prevent any loud noise, the Baratheon bastards one-by-one navigated their people through the pipes with Prince Tommen at the very front. A lot of pained, cramped movements later, they reached their destination. Gendry pushes up a manhole cover and emerges into the hideout. Sparrows are seen walking by and don't notice Gendry, Mya and Tommen or any of the strike teams sneaking in one at a time.
"Just keep him safe. Tommen might be a young and inexperienced lad, but he's determined to prove himself. Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."
Tommen sneaks past a Sparrow; though when one turns around, they are immediately met with Gendry's war hammer while another is felled with Mya's ice pick. Having dispatched the nearby guards, Tommen locates his brother-in-law's cell and pushes it open.
"Loras?" he whispers. "Loras, it's me. Tommen Baratheon."
Curled up onto the floor, a dejected Loras is curled upon onto the floor but turns his head over his shoulders. The heir to Highgarden looked a complete mess: dirtied, his hair matted and tangled and beard grown out. Loras appeared beaten up, almost ready to give up resisting until his saw his rescuers.
"To… Tommen?" Loras asked tiredly.
The Young Cub nods. "I… i-it's gonna be all right now. We're getting you out of here. Your father, Margaery, they're all waiting for you back in the Red Keep," he said untying the rope restraints.
"Father? Margaery? They're… they're still here?" he asked hopefully. "I want it to stop. Just make it stop."
"My brother's not going to let the High Sparrow win, I promise." Tommen undid the ropes and threw one of Loras' arms over his shoulder to help him up. "Come on. We can't stay here. We have to go. Now."
In another room, Gendry and Mya forced open a cell door—revealing the imprisoned Most Devout.
"By the Gods!" Torbert exclaimed.
"Are you the Most Devout?" Mya asked.
Helicent coughed. "We are, but… Who are you, my child?"
"Mya Stone, King Robert's bastard daughter," she answered. "And this is my half-brother, Gendry, another of our father's bastards."
Gendry smashed apart the chains restraining them. "You're safe now. King Daveth sent us to get you out of this place. We're taking you home."
"Oh bless the Mother above us!" Luceon praised. "The Faith will not forget this!"
Back above, soldiers from the Baratheon, Lannister, Tyrell and Royce garrison took their cue to splint into different squads on every street—cornering unfortunate Sparrows who weren't able to escape in time. Ser Barristan and Ser Arys were successful in apprehending and eliminating the Faith heretical movement; although the Sparrows fought back, they learned they were no match for well-armed, well-trained, disciplined soldiers. From the Hook, the Street of Flour, Silk, Sisters, Steel and Seeds, the Sparrows were quickly getting dispatched as more civilians began diving for cover to avoid being caught in the crossfire.
"While you do that, Commander Duran's men will do what they can to keep civilians away from the fighting so as to avoid collateral damage. The new and improved City Watch is the one Duran has built. Well trained and well provisioned, up from 2,000 men to 4,500. Once the Sparrows have been rounded up, Ser Kevan Lannister will take over."
From atop the battlements, gold cloaks under Commander Duran's instruction run across stocking arrows for the archers. Below them Sparrows were being backed into a corner by Lannister soldiers led by Lieutenant Tyral and Captain Graige—all under the commander of Ser Kevan Lannister himself.
"Draw!" shouted Commander Duran.
*STRETCHING!*
"Loose!"
*THWANG!*
*SCHHWAFF!*
Archers loose a set of arrows down onto rows of Sparrows huddling around the streets and corners—easily picking them off. Each Sparrow is felled by incoming arrows one by one before they had a chance to flee or get themselves out of the trap they found themselves in. Whenever one tried to make a run for it, a Lannister infantryman held his shield up and forced them back. Other gold cloaks who did not have a bow or arrow merely threw rocks from the top of the battlements.
Ser Kevan, meanwhile – although his mind was on the objective – was worried for at least one in particular. "Lancel…" he mused mournfully.
"Lastly, Ser Jaime and Lord Mace will lead a contingency of Tyrell troops through the Street of Steel and up Visenya's Hill where they will focus their attention on funneling the last remaining Sparrows in the city out into the open – leading them straight into the arms of Lord Tarly and his men. From there, it's checkmate with the knights of the Vale cutting off their only means to escape. The High Sparrow will make his last stand there."
"And should the plan backfire?"
"Then simply pray, Lord Royce. Remember, we only get one shot at this. It's risky. So let's make it count."
Flushed out of their hideaway, the High Sparrow was being escorted by Septa Unella, Brother Lancel and what few remaining followers he had left. His knees were hurting him, yet forced himself to keep moving. It didn't take long for the High Sparrow to realize Daveth Baratheon was already on the move—striking hard and fast in such a short span of time. Before he could rally the rest of the Sparrows, he learned they were completely cut off, isolated and eliminated. Those who resisted were put to the sword, those who fled were put to the sword. And with the only known escape routes blocked, the High Sparrow's only way out was forward.
Far too late did the Sparrows come to understand that they had underestimated the Young Stag's tenacity and ferociousness of House Baratheon, yet ruthless and calculating decisiveness of House Lannister; a dangerous combination mixed into one being.
"The way out should be this way," Brother Lancel pointed to a bright light at the end of a long tunnel. "With luck, we should be able to avoid the Oathkeeper and his men."
By the time they had stepped out into the opening, the High Sparrow, Unella, Lancel and the other Sparrows suddenly stopped in their tracks when they saw many Tyrell soldiers and mounted Arryn lancers cutting them off. Behind them stood a large gathering of commoners who stand at the foot of Visenya's Hill. If there were citizens assembling in large mass, then the High Sparrow confirmed his suspicions that his followers were utterly wiped out.
"We're trapped."
"Steady, Brother Lancel. Remain calm."
Jaime and Mace arrive at the center, leading the soldiers behind them. On the side, a smaller group of soldiers sets down a carriage—revealing Olenna Tyrell, who steps out of the carriage fanning herself. Around the corner rode in Ser Kevan and Lord Royce with their troops; Commander Duran and the City Watch approached from behind. All of them form up and turn to face the hillside.
"Company, halt! Face front! Turn!" the captains order.
The High Sparrow remained calm and composed as did Septa Unella, even as Brother Lancel and the six remaining Sparrows began to feel themselves waivering.
"Lancel! My son," Kevan hoped to reason with him. "It's over. Please. Abandon this futile crusade and come home with me to Casterly Rock. Your mother and I miss you. These Sparrows will get you killed if you stay here with them."
Lancel shook his head. "I'm already dead, father," he refused. "We of the Holy Faith abandon our family names to carry out the Gods' will. And I know what the Oathkeeper intends to do to me when we cross paths once more. I die with no regrets."
"Lancel!"
"May the Mother accept me in her warm embrace."
Kevan's face looked saddened at what he hoped would not come to pass: to see that not only was his son refusing to see reason, but that he had come to terms with the inevitability. Though he cared about Lancel, the deed was already done the moment he set foot in King's Landing—in clear violation of the terms presented to him after the trial. The High Sparrow looked down at the Kingslayer.
"Ser Jaime," he acknowledged.
"Sorry to interrupt," Jaime remarked brazenly. "Well, maybe not considering everything that's happened to us. We're here for Ser Loras Tyrell and the other members of the Most Devout. Give them to us and we'll be on our way."
"This is your last warning: return my son to me at once!" Mace shouted.
"I don't have the authority to give them to you until their trial begins," the High Sparrow replied. "And you don't have the authority to take them."
The crowd starts murmuring. Feeling his patience wearing thin, Jaime ushers his horse forward and rides it up Visenya's Hill and halts in front of the remaining Sparrows. Lord Mace turned back at his men as he saw Randyll Tarly with his spearmen surround them on all sides.
"Spears out!" Randyll ordered.
"A'oo!" the Tarly footmen grunt and point their spears towards the Sparrows.
Jaime leaned in close. "You've done well making it this far, but I'm done playing your little games. We all are. Now, this is the last time I'll be saying it. So listen closely: return Ser Loras of House Tyrell and the other Most Devout. I speak for my nephew King Daveth of the House Baratheon, the First of His Name."
"The Gods don't recognize his authority in this matter."
"You already insulted not one, not two… but three Great Houses. Not only that, but you physically assaulted the Oathkeeper himself. You know the punishment for attacking the royal family, I hope?"
"To die in the service of the Gods would please each and every one of us. We yearn for it."
*BOOM!*
The High Sparrow, Jaime and everyone gathered high atop Visenya's Hill looked at the sky to see an exploding flash of green tilting across the sky. It was bright, but the troops on the ground knew that was the signal.
"A'oo! A'oo! A'oo!" the soldiers steadily made their ascent.
"You'd be willing to spill blood on holy ground?" the High Sparrow asked daringly.
"You had your chance to leave peacefully, old man, but you unfortunately gave us no choice," Mya appeared from the crowd with Gendry, Tommen, Loras and the other Most Devout in tow behind her. "I can see why the Oathkeeper doesn't tolerate people undermining every attempt at peace when you're the ones stirring up trouble in the first place."
Mance saw his son. "Loras!" he exclaimed with relief.
"Father!" Loras turned to Mace.
The High Sparrow noticed them. "Each of them swore sacred vows before the Gods and lied. The Father judges us all. Rich or poor, noble or common. If you break His laws, you will be punished. The sacred tenants of the Faith—the 'Holy Texts', the 'Seven Pointed Star'—are to be applied to all of us equally, but betrayal and corruption runs deep in every corner. The Sparrows set out on a holy mission to purge the wicked and cleanse the impure. Ser Jaime, by dishonoring your house, you've shown yourself to be the greatest sinner of all. And you, child, you will surrender the Tyrells and the corrupt clergy into our custody. To defy us is to defy the gods."
The crowd murmured again, increasing steadily in volume.
"We will do no such thing!" shouted Gendry. "Just look around you, old man. Your followers beat people up who can't even defend themselves! Men, women and children from every corner of the world. I've seen what your people did to them at the Street of Steel."
"Everything was fine until you Sparrows showed up," Mya chimed in. "The people of this city have had good days and bad days just like everyone else, but at least they were safe. Who do you think provides it for them? You?"
Loras intervened. "Your Sparrows had the nerve to attack me in plain sight of witnesses! You drag me to your dungeon, you question me on charges I deny, you mistreat not only me but the clergy who tend to the needs of the unfortunate!"
"That's more than enough. You've made your points clear," a voice rang from the crowd.
All heads turned to see none other than Daveth—accompanied by every single Kingsguard—riding through the crows atop his white stallion. In the carriage behind him contained Catelyn, his twin children and Tyrion, all of whom remained hidden and out of sight.
"It's King Daveth!" remarked one of the citizens.
"The Oathkeeper is here!" exclaimed another.
Daveth strolled forth until he passed Mace. "You've done well, Lord Tyrell. All of you have. But it's high time we put all of this behind us now that winter has come."
"So the Oathkeeper himself pays us tribute," the High Sparrow acknowledges him. "Tell us, Your Grace. How many people have you killed to get here? Brothers of the Faith, unarmored. Helpless, defenseless. How many of the Faith had to leave this world before their time?"
Daveth stared intently at the High Sparrow, calm and in complete control. "If you wish to see more bloodshed, then you will have none of it today. Not in my city, High Sparrow. All of it stops right now."
"So you deny your sins before the Seven?"
"How about your sins? Whether it was done by your hand or any hand you command?" He countered. "There's been a lot of violence these past few years. Once you told me that the many can overthrow an empire? But have you even considered what would happen afterwards? Chaos would ensue. Now that winter has arrived, the people here will need food and warm clothes—not supposed pious upstarts harassing the unfortunate. Create chaos and anarchy, push will come to shove. Nobles and commoners alike will starve and freeze."
"Yet you purposefully hide abominations, protect sinners and bathe yourself in corruption. Still you do not understand at how much wealth and power blinds you from the truth. How woefully you believe yourself above the laws of Gods and men. The Warrior punishes those who believe themselves beyond the reach of justice. But it is not too late for you to kneel before the mercy of the Mother and repent, King Daveth."
"That is where I'm afraid you are sadly mistaken. My eyes were opened a long time ago to the harsh reality we all live in when I was very young. But clinging too tightly to the past will never allow old wounds to heal, some things we ourselves have had to learn the hard way. It's a vicious cycle we're trapped in. Every reprisal is itself an act of aggression, and every act of aggression triggers immediate reprisal. Breaking the cycle takes time, High Sparrow. Whatever wrongs that occurred in my rule, I take responsibility for the mistakes I've made so that good people wouldn't have to."
The crowd murmured even louder—causing most of the smallfolk to gather around the Young Stag in support. He glanced at his left and right, noticing how many were standing up for him and themselves. Oh how quickly the High Sparrow and Septa Unella observed how many were rallying to Daveth's side.
"As King of the Seven Kingdoms it is my solemn duty to protect the people—rich and poor, noble and commoners alike, but this goes beyond titles. What the meaning of the word 'family' means and how it applies to us all. It's not always about blood ties or noble houses, but rather it is a bond between those around you. The ones who want you in their life just as much as you want them in yours. It is that bond no one can ever take away. The North, Vale, Westerlands, Riverlands, Stormlands, Reach, Dorne… everyone living in the Seven Kingdoms is like family. And I will protect them from anyone who seeks to harm them with my life, even it's from people like you."
"A'oo! A'oo! A'oo!"
"All hail the Oathkeeper!" the crowd cheered. "Long live Daveth Baratheon!"
Daveth rode up until he stood next to his uncle. "Enough is enough, High Sparrow. Does a dream to realize a better world where there is no more conflict, no more suffering end with the Seven Kingdoms and its people worn down to nothing?" He noticed the few remaining Sparrows moving in. "It would be a poor choice to force my hand into action again."
By then, the Tarly and Royce troops were quick to intervene and apprehend the Sparrows before they even had a chance to react. Even the High Sparrow and Unella were taken aback when they roughly tackled them to the ground, though Daveth moved his hand up.
"Leave this one," he said referring to Unella. "The Most Devout will decide her fate."
"And the Sparrows, Your Grace? The High Sparrow?" asked one of the troops.
Daveth looked at the High Sparrow. "Know that I take no pleasure in doing this, but what you and your followers have done to these people under my care… cannot be forgiven. High Sparrow, I hereby sentence you and your followers to be hung by the neck until dead. Take them to the gallows."
"All of them?"
"All of them."
With that, the Tarly troops and Royce men-at-arms led the High Sparrow, Lancel and the remaining Sparrows away for execution. As for Septa Unella, she glared dagger eyes at the Young Stag as Ser Barristan and the Kingsguard cuffed her and brought her before the Most Devout members. The ruling council of the Faith of the Seven would decide what becomes of her before motioning to elect a new High Septon.
Jaime, meanwhile, was somewhat surprised at Daveth's move. To be honest, the Kingslayer was expecting violence and a pile of bodies to pile up – to see it end without further bloodshed was somewhat perplexing.
"Sometimes you have me wondering which method you prefer, nephew," he said.
The Young Stag shook his head. "Believe me, uncle, I was very tempted to crack their skulls."
"Then what stopped you?"
Daveth pointed to the carriage; by now Catelyn, Tyrion, Lyonel and Cassana all stepped out – though the twins' eyes were shielded by their grandmother. "I made a promise to my family that I'd at least try to take better care of myself. Not just my own sake, but for my children too. Still not used to having to rely on others for help, though I realize now that there are things I just can't handle on my own."
"And those things you said back there, about family, who told you that?"
"Jon Arryn," the Young Stag answered. "Yes, I know, even grandfather had wisdom to share on the art of governance and family. Both were good tutors in their own right. But did you think I listened to grandfather and Lord Arryn for 15 years and learned nothing? No, each one filled in the gaps of the other. The tricky part was applying both into practice. Now that winter is here, we'll need to look beyond the horizon. Until then, let's focus on the here and now."
Chapter End
Author's Note: A tactical strategy deployed into three phases on Daveth Baratheon's quest to take down the Sparrows. Which man in Game of Thrones do you think it closely resembled? I'll leave that up to you guys. Gendry, Mya Stone and Tommen rescued Loras Tyrell and the other Most Devout from the Sparrows' custody – all of them played a big role so how do you guys think they'll be rewarded? With the Sparrows neutralized and the public execution set, with troubles in the North and in King's Landing dealt with, how do you guys think Daveth and Sansa have been handling their responsibilities as Westeros' reigning monarchs? Thoughts? Let me know.
Tohka123: Hmm so his half siblings played quite a large role. Digging out the sparrows. Quite enjoyable keep up the hard work
Supremus85: Shouldn't the Hight Sparrow have demanded Trial by Combat?
―Chances are the High Sparrow would still deem trial by combat barbaric and would've wrestled not just independence, but judicial superiority from the crown's grip. To invoke a trial by combat would make the High Sparrow a hypocrite to say the least. Besides, only highborn nobles have the right to request a trial by combat - not smallfolk.
Oi Teme: Nice to see a Daveth chapter again and it would be interesting to see a Daenerys pov about Daveth. There better be some kind of long discussion/debate between Daveth and Daenerys and maybe with their counsel. And him putting her in her place and knock some sense into her with logical words without him being aggressive towards her because as much as I love Dany she comes off as a self entitled brat thinking the throne and the realm is rightfully hers when she has never truly been in westeros and that the nobles and people owes her something.
Shark: Awesome story. I wonder if people will catch on now that Myrcella and Tommen are incest bastards with Mya and Gendry around? And I can't wait to see Daveth and Daenerys talk. I need him to verbally own her
birdy: wow what a great read i cant wait for the next chapter
Chosen-One-92: Well that tidies everything up regarding the sparrows and avoids the explosion of the sept. So the North and South are both safe and stable, Dorne is in the fold and the Iron Islands are decimated. I'm curious what you'll do with Yara now she has no fleet to offer Dany, but she could offer herself as a commander I suppose. All that's left is for Daveth to make some measure of peace with the wildlings and work with Robb to settle them, I suppose. I expect you plan to legitimize Roberts bastards and put them to use in the Stormlands and possibly have Tommen in charge or either Storms End or Casterly Rock since he's pure inbred Lannister anyway. Will be interesting to see.
RHatch89: Great update :)
C.E.W: Daveth Baratheon has crushed the Sparrows, and has once again proven himself a champion of the common people. Daveth is truly a highly talented and charismatic ruler of his people, the best prosperous ruler the realm has had since Jaehaerys the Conciliator. Sansa will be returning soon now that the Boltons have been dealt with, even though no sign of Arya. Varys values the common people, and will perhaps be very loyal to Daveth.
However, the peace will not last as Daenerys will soon invade Westeros. She'll be Daveth's... greatest rival for the Iron Throne.
And of course there is the White Walkers which I suspect is going to be a very costly battle.
Bio RL: I hope you do not start legitimizing bastards
Hear My Fury: Looks like Daveth and Sansa are doing a great job as king and queen of the Seven Kingdoms. They've been putting down rebellion after rebellion down. This will definitely help when Dany comes and they can say she's a foreign invader. I keep saying it, she needs to stay where she is. Maybe build a new Valyria?