EPISODE 4. THE BEST LAID PLANS
BRONN
After Jaime Lannister was kidnapped and the Queensguard found dead in Cersei's room Bronn decided it was time to leave. He took three horses one with as much valuable things and gold as he can steal and the other horse carried food. He killed three men then used his position and rank to get out of the city. He traveled through the wild country staying off the major roads.
"The Dornishman's blade was made of black steel…and its kiss was a terrible thing!" He stopped singing when he heard men on horses galloping towards him. "Oh Shit!" He urged his horses into a gallop trying to get away from the Lannister men. He had gone quarter of a mile and considered ditching the other two horses because they were gaining fast. That is when and arrow killed two of the men chasing him. The two horses he was leading were shot dead by arrows and Bronn found himself surrounded by Dornish scouts. He looks back to see the Lannister men in retreat.
"Good morning gentlemen…I thank you for your assistance…"
"Who are you?" The Captain asks urging his horse forward.
"Sir Bronn of the Blackwater…I'm a friend of Lord Tyrion Lannister…He serves Queen Daenarys…Your ally and Queen…"
"We will see about that…Bring him!" They ride away after stripping the other two horses.
SAM AND GILLY
"I don't believe it…" Sam says to Gilly in the back of the wagon.
"What?"
Sam looks at the driver to make sure he isn't listening, "Jon Arryn was poisoned by his own wife and Petyr Baelish…Its like this book records everything that has and is happening."
Gilly looks at Sam, "Why did they poison him?"
Sam flips through the book, "It says Baelish poisoned him for power and Lysa Arryn for the love of Petyr Baelish…"
"Wooo!" The man driving the cart says.
Sam gets to his knees, "What's wrong?"
"We have company…"
Sam looks ahead as men wearing the sigil of house Redwyne who is sworn to House Tyrell approach. "Identify yourselves…"
"I'm Samwell Tarly of the Knight's Watch…"
The men start laughing, "Lord Tarly's son is named Dickon and he is in Rosby…So unless you ate Dickon Tarly try again…"
"This is Sam Tarly…You half wit…My name is Gordon Ruse…Lady Melessa Tarly sent me to escort her son and this Girl North to Winterfell…" The man driving the wagon says.
"We'll see about that…The whole lot of you is coming with us to Harrenhal…"
WINTERFELL - BAELISH
Baelish was so close to Iron Throne, Lysa Arryn is dead. The Vale is his and he has Rob Arryn wrapped around his finger. Baelish's one mistake was aligning with the Boltons. He should have kept Sansa close by and marry her himself or traveled the North with Sansa and convince the North Lords to fight the Boltons, now Jon Snow is King in the North. "Damn that adolescent little bitch…" He says to himself alone in his room thinking about Lyanna Mormont who convinced the North Lords to follow Jon Snow.
Not to mention he learned that Jon is the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. Another contender for the throne if he wanted, but Jon Snow had too much Stark in him. On top of everything he was going to take Sansa hostage after Jon left, but then Edmure Tully shows up with 4,000 men. He tried to convince Sansa to send Edmure to the wall, but she insisted that Edmure remain at Winterfell.
Baelish sighs looking at the letter in his hand from King's Landing. His spies report that Ilyne Payne, Gregor Clegane, and Qyburn had all been assassinated. He wondered was Olenna Tyrell behind the assassinations or maybe the Martells. Then he received another letter stating that Euron Greyjoy was heading for King's Landing. That much he at least needed to share with Sansa. "I need to get her alone…" He whispers drinking from his goblet.
SANSA
"I saw her with my own eyes…Your sister Arya is alive…" Edmure Tully says to Sansa in the study.
"How I mean…" As usual Brienne is standing next to Sansa.
"She was at the Twins…and it was your sister who killed Walder Frey…Lothar…Black Walder…and she poisoned everyone else…"
"And set fire to the Twins…" Rosalin Frey says speaking up.
"She was always wild…But I never thought…" Sansa was distraught at all she heard. "If she is going to King's Landing…She may try to kill Cersei…" There is a knock at the door. Brienne walks to the door to open it, but waits. "Say nothing of this to no one…" She sits down and nods to Brienne.
"Lord Baelish to see you my Lady…"
Baelish looks at the people gathered in the study before speaking, "Lady Sansa may I speak with you in private…"
"There are no secrets here Lord Baelish speak freely…"
He smiles, "My spies in King's Landing sent word…Euron Greyjoy has declared himself King of the Iron Isles…As we speak he is nearing King's Landing."
"Greyjoy will make a deal with Cersei…"
Sansa sighs figuring Baelish was telling her this in order to convince her of the need to head south and fight the Lannisters. "Any word on Daenarys Targaryen?" Edmure Tully asks.
"None yet…"
"Lord Baelish…" Sansa has to choose her words carefully, "Have your spies sent word of any assassinations in the Capital?"
She can see the wheels turning in his head, "I can inquire on the matter…Is there something you aren't telling me?"
"We have heard rumors, that is all and we were trying to confirm them…"
"What kind of rumors?"
"Assassination attempts on the Queen…"
"I haven't heard anything but if I do I will let you know immediately…"
"Good let us prepare for evening meal…" Sansa would enjoy her meals more if Petyr Baelish wasn't in her home eating her food and giving her lustful looks. After evening meal she prepared for sleep a knock came at her door. Brienne was standing guard at her door and entered with a letter.
"A message from the Vale milady…" Sansa reads in silence and gasps, "Everything alright milady?"
"Brienne fetch my Uncle and Lady Mormont…Bring them here quickly…"
"What is it Lady Sansa?" Lyanna asks after yawning.
"Read for yourselves…" The letters reads the following…
To Lady Sansa Stark of Winterfell
Dear Lady my name is Michael Stone I am an ally and friend to Lord Davos Seaworthy…Upon receiving his letter I traveled to the Eyrie and after some diligent searching found the following letters…
1st letter
My dearest Lysa
My love you cannot write me or it will cause suspicion...If Robert gets wind that you and I were involved with Jon Arryn's death our heads will roll…When the proper time of mourning has passed we will be together as man and wife…We will raise Robb together and have many more children…Then together we will take the Iron Throne…Burn this letter when you are done
Love always
Your Petyr
2ndLetter
My Dearest Lysa
Good news my love…The time has come…The Queen is sending me to you in order to convince you to support their claim to the Iron Throne. When I arrive we will marry and have everything we want…Farewell for now…
Love Always
Your Petyr
Sansa sent Podrik Payne around to tell the Free-Folk, Tully, and Stark men to be ready. When Edmure gave the signal Petyr Baelish's men would be killed. "Good Morning Lady Sansa…I have some news for you…"
"I have some for you…" Sansa nods to Edmure and he leaves the main hall, "Seize him!"
"What are you doing?" Petyr asks as Stark men kill his guards and take hold of him. They force him to his knees.
"Petyr Baelish…In the name of my brother the King in the North I place you under arrest for the murder of Jon Arryn…"
KING'S LANDING - EURON GREYJOY
The Cracken pulls up to the dock and the gang plank is lowered. Euron Greyjoy walks down the gang plank with his retinue. Queen Cersei is waiting to greet him with her guards, a few nobles, and Aeron Greyjoy. "Your majesty…Your beauty is truly the legend I have heard…" Euron says.
"Thank you Lord Greyjoy my condolences on your brother…"
"He is with the drowned god now…"
"Of course…Come we have much to discuss…" He follows Cersei to the small council chambers.
"Your brother will he not be joining us?"
"I'm afraid his health will not permit it…"
"To business then…I have a thousand ships and 35,000 Iron Born…In exchange for independence…we will help you fight the Tyrells and the Martells…We will even help you repel Daenarys and her Dragons…"
"How?"
Euron smiles, "I have my methods…"
"Lord Euron if we are to be allies I must have full disclosure…"
"We have Dragonslayers legendary weapons used to shoot down Dragons…"
"Great minds think alike we have Dragonslayers as well…"
Euron slams the table with his hand, "Victory is all but ours…I will send ships up the Rivers and bombard enemy scouts in the countryside…I have but one condition…Daenarys Targaryen…I want her for myself…"
"Why may ask…"
"I intend to make her my Queen…Whenever you choose someone worthy of your beauty I am sure you will produce an heir…Our Children will marry and insure a continued peace…"
"Very well…I have a condition as well…When we defeat our enemies in the south…We send our armies to White Harbor and take the city…"
As they sign the contracts a guard walks up to Cersei and whispers into her ear. "Your Grace would you and your Lords join me for dinner this evening?"
Euron smiles, "I look forward to it…"
Cersei stands, "Now if you will excuse me I have urgent business to attend to…"
Euron and Aeron walk through the palace back to the docks, "Tell me everything…"
"She is not as smart as she thinks…There is an assassin in King's Landing…This person has killed the Royal executioner Ilyne Payne…Gregor Clegane…The Hand of the Queen a man by the name of Qyburn…All the Freys…" They walk up the gang plank with four guards in toe. One of them is Arya.
"A faceless man…"
"I was thinking that as well milord…"
The Iron Born Lords assemble on the main deck. "Many of you have questioned me as to why we came here to support the Lannisters…It may have not occurred to you but my niece Yara and that dickless coward of a nephew Theon…" They all laugh, "Have joined Daenarys Targaryen. She will make land fall soon and attack King's Landing…And when she does it will all be ours…Her Dragons, the city, the Iron Throne…I promised you greatness and now we shall have an Empire!" They all cheer.
CERSEI
Cersei rushes to the room and smiles when she finds Jaime awake, "Leave us!" She says to the Maester and guards. "Oh Jaime!"
"Are you alright…"
"I am now that you are awake…"
"I saw her…"
"Who?"
"The assassin is Arya Stark…"
Cersei stands up, "Are you well?"
"I have always believed in you…believed in us…Even after you killed all those people…"
She interrupts him, "We agreed never to bring that up again…"
"After Tyrion and Lancel…I lost my hand and now my legs all in the name of us…So when I say Arya Stark is the Assassin and is behind everything and you give me that look forgive me if I am a little pissed."
"I am sorry I don't want to upset you…"
"Arya Stark is alive and she is the assassin…"
Later the Maester sits by the bed with paper ink and quill, "Take your time my lord…"
As he speaks the Maester draws a picture. "Her face is round…Her hair short…" He looks at the drawing as he speaks, "No the eyes are not that round…slimmer…Her chin is smaller as well…Yes that is her…"
"I'd say she is fifteen or sixteen…" The Maester says.
"Post it all over the city 50,000 gold dragons alive…" Cersei says in anger
"Put a warning on them as well…extremely dangerous…" Before Cersei can leave his side he grabs her arm, "Cersei…If we can capture her we need her alive and unharmed…She will make a great hostage against the North…"
THE CRACKEN - EURON
Euron enters his cabin with Aeron, "Any news from the North?" He asks.
"Only that Ned Stark's Bastard has been named King in the North…and he is marching on the wall."
"When I get my hands on those Dragons there will only be one King in Westeros and soon the world…" Just then a servant enters with a tray of wine.
"You never explained how you intend to take Daenarys Targaryen's Dragons…"
"In a minute…" He says looking at a strange horn on his desk. Euron walks up to what looks like an empty suit of armor. "There is an assassin in the city…" He says speaking to the suit of armor in old Valyrian. "Find the assassin and bring him or her to me alive…"
The head or the armor moves looking at the servant taking his time to set up the drinks. The armor falls to the floor piece by piece and a man emerges from the suit. He throws a dagger at the servant. The servant picks up the tray knocking over the wine and bats the dagger to the side. Then the servant throws the tray like a weapon, but the man pulls out a staff that stretches to full length and bats the tray away.
The man leaps at the servant swinging his staff, but the servant grabs a broom and blocks it. They fight back and forth. "Stay back my King!" The man yells in old Valyrian when Euron tries to help. The man breaks the broom. The servant kicks the staff from the man's hand and performs a spinning kick, but the man grabs his foot and slams him onto the desk. He grabs at the servant's face ripping it off. Underneath is a fifteen year old girl.
Arya grabs his arm and wraps her legs around his neck. He pulls out a dagger with his free hand and stabs Arya in the thigh. She pokes him in the eyes, the man releases her stumbling backwards. Arya runs for the door as guard walks in.
"My lord is everything…"
Arya slits the guards throat in the blink of an eye and dashes past his falling lifeless body. "Hey!" Another man screams. Arya throws her left dagger killing the man. The man she was fighting comes flying at her leg extended, Arya ducks at the last minute and takes out a pellet she throws it on the deck of the ship and is engulfed in white smoke. When the smoke clears she is gone.
"Find her and bring her to me alive!" Euron says to his personal assassin.
GENDRY
As Gendry is walking back to his room at the inn he spots a soldier hanging a reward poster of Arya. He rushes back as fast as he can without drawing attention to himself. He walks up to Arya's room and knocks two short times then three hard times. Unella opens the door, "Is she here?"
"No what is wrong?"
"Reward posters…They are hanging up reward posters for Arya's capture…"
Just then Arya climbs into the window, "Arya!" Gendry rushes to her side, "You are hurt…"
"In my bag there is a vile with red liquid get it and hurry…" As Gendry rushes to get the vile Arya looks at Unella. "You remember what I told you if the time ever came to leave?"
"Yes."
"Do it!"
"Here…what is that?" he asks as she drinks the contents.
"Something for poison…We need get out of here…Euron Greyjoy has an assassin who was trained the same way I was…We need to go…"
HARRENHAL - RANDYLL TARLY
When the scout reported they had Samwell Tarly he could hardly believe it. But there was Sam and his whore of a Wildling woman walking towards him with Gordon Ruse. "Gordon Ruse I left you at Horn Hill to watch over my wife and daughter…What are you doing here with this…"
"Begging your pardon my lord…but your lady wife insisted on traveling to Old Town to fetch the girl and the baby…I could hardly refuse sense she insisted on leaving…Then she asks me to escort her son North…"
Randyll Tarly looks at his son, "I thought you had gone to the citadel to study to become a Maester…"
"I did, I also left to find out everything I can about White Walkers…"
Randyll shakes his head in disgust, "Still holding on to that nonsense?"
"Its not nonsense…" Sam takes out a book.
"No Sam!"
"You don't believe in White Walkers…You don't believe in magic…You don't believe in me…" He slams the book on the table, "There read for yourself…"
Reluctantly Randyll picks up the book, "Is this some type of joke?" He asks throwing the book on the table it opens and the pages are blank.
Sam closes the book, "Show my father everything about the White Walkers. Go ahead now open it…"
"I have had enough of these games."
"Open it!"
Sam never raises his voice and so when he did this time he shocked his father Randyll. Randyll reaches for the book and gasps when he opens it, "That's impossible!"
"No father it's a magic book that records everything that happens in Westeros…" Sam snatches the book from Randyll, "Show me the history of House Tarly…"
Randyll takes the book and reads the first page starting with Kylen Tarly who founded House Tarly and pledged himself to House Gardner the first rulers of the Reach. Randyll closes the book, "Sir Patton…"
"My Lord…"
"Prepare a thousand men to escort my son North…"
DORNE
Varys stands on the dock with Lady Olenna, Lady Ellaria and the Sand Snakes, as Drogon roars with Daenarys on his back, Rhaegal and Viserion following as they fly overhead. In the distance Daenarys' massive fleet approaches the dock.