In the throne room of the Red Keep, Joffrey sat on the Iron Throne. He looked at his subjects and then at his grandfather, Tywin Lannister, mounted on a white stallion. They had been victorious against the fleet of Stannis Baratheon, and the people of King's Landing were free to live another day.

"I, Joffrey of the House Baratheon, first of my name, the rightful King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, do hereby proclaim my grandfather, Tywin Lannister, the saviour of the city and the Hand of the King," Joffrey declared, as a squire climbed up the steps to the Iron Throne, holding a cushion. Looking at him, Joffrey placed the Hand of the King pin on the soft surface, and the squire climbed back down the steps and approached Tywin.

Tywin looked down at the pin on the cushion and picked it up. Then, he bowed to his grandson, the King. "Thank you, Your Grace," he said, turning his horse around and trotting back out of the throne room.

"Lord Petyr Baelish, step forward," called Joffrey, and Lord Baelish approached the throne, bowing before him. "For your good service and ingenuity in uniting the Houses of Lannister and Tyrell, I declare that you shall be granted the castle of Harrenhal with all its attendant lands and incomes to be held by your sons and grandsons from this day until the end of time."

"You honour me beyond words, Your Grace," Lord Baelish said, getting back up again. "I shall have to acquire some sons and grandsons."

The image of Lord Baelish dissipated from the crystal ball Rumplestiltskin was using to look at the throne room of the Red Keep, and he poofed the small object away. "So Stannis Baratheon was defeated," he mused to himself. At least no harm came to the Stark girls at least. He could vaguely distinguish the image of Sansa Stark in the crystal ball, and she still looked as strong as ever.

The thought made him smile. But the younger one, Arya, he had been having trouble finding her. Wherever she was, his crystal ball couldn't find her. Her location kept changing. Maybe that meant she was resourceful, using whatever she could find to become elusive. If so, he was impressed.

He thought he'd have another look for Arya again, and he conjured his crystal ball again. Peering into it, he saw a vision of a dark forest, with a figure moving quickly through the trees. No, not one figure but three. It was too blurry to make out any details, but he had a feeling that one was Arya.

He made the crystal ball disappear again with a wave of his hand and sighed. He would have to keep searching. He had to make sure the Stark girls were safe and keep his promise to Ned before the battle against the darkness he kept envisioning happened.