Day 2
"Robert… Robert…"
Robert Baratheon let out a groan. "Wha? Huh?" He ran a meaty hand over his head, feeling the sweat that always seemed to cling to him in the damn city. Blinking his blurry and bloodshot eyes he looked up at the figure hovering over him. "Jon?" he slurred. "You're… alive. And made of glass?"
"No Robert, I'm dead," Jon Arryn said.
"Is that because you're made of glass?"
"I'm not made of glass, Robert. I am transparent because I'm dead."
"You died and adopted a brat who switched their gender?"
"For the Seven's sake," Jon moaned. "Robert! Look at me!" He threw out his arms, rattling the chains that were wrapped around him. "See what I have become!"
"…you became a maester?" Robert said, confused. "Huh… that actually would have been a good career choice for you if you weren't a lord and my Hand."
"I'm not a maester, Robert," Jon said dryly. "I forged these chains-"
"At the Citadel, yes yes." He reached over and grabbed a bottle of wine. "Very good… we'll throw a tourney for you."
"No, Robert. I forged these links in life by not caring enough about my fellow man. The same fate that will befall you if you don't change your ways. Do you understand?"
Robert stared at him for a long moment. "I think I do."
"You will be haunted by three ghosts tonight, your grace. To show you the error of your ways!" And with that Jon faded away.
"It all makes sense," Robert said, slowly sitting up in his bed. "All maesters are ghosts!"
"Your grace?" Pycelle asked, entering the room. "A raven arrived-"
Robert leapt to his feet. "YOU WON'T TAKE ME ALIVE, SPIRIT!"
"Wha… what?"
"AAAAAAAAAAA!" Robert screamed, tackling Pycelle.
Outside his door Ser Barristan and Ser Jaime looked at each other as the sounds of Robert grunting and Pycelle screaming filled the air, intercut with the smacks of flesh on flesh.
"Should… should we do something?" Ser Jaime asked.
Ser Barristan shook his head. "No… let's see how this plays out."
"DIE GHOST!"