"The God's should fuck this place."
Everyone around him was either running around like headless chickens, or trying to keep the peace and order like those headless chicken's butchers. No matter, they were all useless poultry to him. What was frustrating was that he had to sit and witness it all. This farce. This utter shithole of a Sept, surrounded by the bigger dumps in society, and all for the brat King to wed the Bird.
The Bird was nowhere to be found just at the moment. Of course, he would have offered to escort the girl himself, were it not for his duties beside him. How he hated this duty, to stand next to the little wretch day in and day out, and now he had to watch this poor girl get married to the very wretch. He pitied her, the pretty little fool. The way she couldn't defend herself. Not like he liked any minute of her torture, no, he didn't like it much at all. He much preferred something uglier getting beat to the ground.
There was that lingering stench of musk and other pompous scents all around the Sept, coming off the lechers in the audience. In particular, he could smell that ponce- like Tyrell shipwreck from a mile off. His signature scent of stinking sage and some other minty substance was wafting up to the isles every time he got up to spy a glance at the impending bride. Of course, he was upset that his sister, the brown haired beauty from Highgarden, was not to marry the wretch. Of course he had refused her, she seemed too clever for his rousings. Whereas the Bird was alone and easily picked at. So he kept her for a betrothed.
Where was the little Bird? He was getting angsty, for what reason he was unsure. Had she finally decided to get the courage to throw herself from the tower? Or was she wiping the last tear away before she gave her life to the boy King? He didn't know. He just wanted the ceremony to be over with, so he could get the fuck out of there and find some good Dornish wine to drown himself in for the next night.
"Got to be more to life than standing in here looking after these pretentious slugs…" He thought to himself.
He closed the thought just as the door to the septs opened, and there was the girl, standing there in her best gown, and looking slightly bemused at the sight of what she saw. What, did she expect the ceremony to be a close event? Little fool.
Oh, but she was certainly a pretty little fool, and what a pretty little fool's picture did she paint before his eyes. She started to walk towards the wretch, and the blasted music started to wail.