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INT. KING'S LANDING
The camera pans up to the hold of a sword hewn from Valeryan steel. Tywin draws it and hands it to a blacksmith, who knocks its hilt off with a hammer, and then places the blade into the forge. It melts into molten sludge and is then recast into two swords. Tywin throws the carcass of a wolf into the fire.
INT. Jaime holds up a sword, admiring it.
"You've cut your hair brother." Tyrion observes.
Jaime examines his furture self. He runs a hand through the shoulder length hair he has now. He kinda likes the shorter version. His hair hadn't been short since childhood. The long hair, although Cersei liked it, was a handful to have. It made training even more sweaty. While some strands stuck to his face annoyingly after practicing. He would have to push the the blonde strands of his sweaty face. It was just inpractical. Though the gods know Cersei would flip as if it were her hair he had cut.
JAIME: Magnificent.
TYWIN: Mm-hmm.
"Looks fresh-forged." Jaime says examining the balde closer.
"It is." Tywin tells his son.
JAIME: No one's made a Valyrian steel sword since the Doom of Valyria.
TYWIN: There are three living smiths who know how to rework Valyrian steel. The finest of them was in Volantis. Came here to King's Landing at my invitation.
JAIME: Where did you get this much Valyrian steel?
TYWIN: From someone who no longer had need of it.
JAIME nods and hefts the blade.
JAIME: You've wanted one of these in the family for a long time.
TYWIN: And now we have two.
JAIME: Two?
TYWIN: The original weapon was absurdly large. Plenty of steel for two swords.
JAIME: Well, thank you. It's glorious.
JAIME attempts to sheath the sword into the cover lying on the table, but fails awkwardly.
"Why are you only using one hand?" Jon asks, it looks awkward.
"I don't know."
TYWIN starts as the sheath bobbles.
TYWIN: You'll have to train your left hand.
"Left hand?" Jaime asks "What happened to my other hand?"
"Clearly it's not helpful anymore." Jon mutters and Robb bites his lip not to laugh.
JAIME: Any decent swordsman knows how to use both hands.
TYWIN: You'll never be as good.
The Stark childern eyes widden slightly at the bluntness. Their father was blunt about somethings but he always encouraged them.
JAIME: No. But as long as I'm better than everyone else, I suppose it doesn't matter.
TYWIN: You can't serve in the Kingsguard with one hand.
"Where is that written?!" Jaime challenges his father who isn't even there. Though maybe that is the reason he is challenging. There will be no consequence.
JAIME: Where's that written? I can and I will. The Kingsguard oath is for life.
Ned may not like the Kingslayer but he was telling the truth.
TYWIN: The war is over. The king is safe.
"What war?"
"The king is never safe." Jon says, his father taught that to him.
Jamie: The king is never safe.
JAIME: How many people in this city alone would love to see his head on a pike?
"Why do I have a feeling I'm not talking about Robert?" Jaime asks.
"I have the same feeling." Ned says.
"We'll just have to watch and see." Tryion said.
TYWIN: Other knights protected the king while you were a prisoner.
"When was I a prisoner?" Jaime asks getting more and more confused by every word that was spoke in the future.
They will continue to do so when you go home.
"Home?"
JAIME: Home?
TYWIN: You'll return to Casterly Rock and rule in my stead.
JAIME:You are the Lord of Casterly Rock.
Jaime gets up agresivly and walks around.
"Is that the hands office?!" Tyrion observes, finally putting together where they were.
"Definitely not talking about Robert as king then." Ned said. Robert didn't like Tywin Lannister much. The main thought on Ned's mind was what had happened to his best friend.
TYWIN: I am the King's Hand.
Tyrion bit back an I told you so because he knew his brother's response would be no one argued.
My place is here. I don't expect to see the Rock again before I die.
JAIME: You know what they call me?
Apparently the people that were in the room took that as a question for them.
"Kingslayer." Tyrion looked at his brother smirking.
Jon tested his luck and put in, "Oathbreaker."
"Man with honor." Ned puts in.
"They all mean the same thing." Jaime complains. "You think people could come up with something a little more creative."
Kingslayer. Oathbreaker. Man without honor. Now you want me to break another sacred vow.
TYWIN: You won't be breaking anything. There is a precedent to relieve a Kingsguard of his duties. The king will exercise that prerogative.
JAIME: No.
TYWIN: No?
JAIME: No.
TYWIN: I don't believe I asked you a question.
JAIME: There's my answer.
TYWIN: If you think your bloody honor comes before...
"My honor is beyond repair." Jaime says blunty glaring at the image of his father on screen.
JAIME: My bloody honor is beyond repair, but my answer is still no. I don't want Casterly Rock. I don't want a wife. I don't want children.
TYWIN: What do you want?
JAIME: Supper would be nice.
The younger Stark childern chuckle.
TYWIN: For 40 years I've tried to teach you. If you haven't learned by now, you never will. Go. If serving as a glorified bodyguard is the sum of your ambition, go serve.
JAIME: I suppose you want the sword back.
TYWIN: Keep it.
JAIME grabs the sword.
TYWIN: A one-handed man with no family needs all the help he can get.
"That's low." Robb muttered. Jon nodded in agreement.
"Reminds me of my father," Theon says and he spits the word father out like venom. The Stark's were more of a family than the Greyjoy's could ever be.
Robb grabs Theon's hand.
JAIME picks up the sword and exits
EXT. Outside King's Landing
We see a blurry veiw and a figure. The figure turns around to be Tryion.
The camera zooms out to show TYRION, PODRICK and BRONN stand on a road leading to King's Landing. BRONN holds a sigil with both stag and lion. Commoners dot the road in their daily routine. A peasant leads two reluctant, bleating goats past them.
"Who am I with?" Tyrion asks he doesn't recognize the two other people. The younger of the men could be his squire but then the older of the two had to be a friend.
BRONN: How many Dornishmen does it take to fuck a goat?
Theon laughs and gets smacked on the back of his head by Robb. Robb's face wears a look that reminded Theon a lot of Catelyn Stark's look of disapproval.
"I guess we know why he's hanging out with you." Jaime jokes with his brother. Tyrion laughs. He's gald Cersei isn't here. Jamie and him would barley have time to talk if Cersei was here.
TYRION: Please don't.
"Who are you and what have you done to the Tyrion I know?" Jaime asks the screen.
Tyrion chuckles but still retorts back, "I'm not always up for those type of jokes."
"Sure." Jaime says sceptically.
BRONN: Seems to me the smart place to meet travelers is in a tavern. That way, one party is late, the other party can drink some ale inside.
TYRION: This is the Prince of Dorne we're waiting for, not one of your sellsword friends.
"Don't the Dornish hate the Lannister's?" Bran asked remembering his lessons with Master Luwin.
"Yep." Jaime confirms.
"He's a sellssword I pick up." Tyrion mutters adding that to the mental list of observations.
BRONN: If he's so damned important, how come they sent you to meet him?
Jaime snorted, "You two must be really close."
"Or I'm just used to it." Tyrion says but Jaime has a point. Plus, If the guy worked for his father or really wasn't his friend he doesn't think they would be making those kinda jokes about Goats infront of any highborn even him.
TYRION: There's bad blood between the Martells of Dorne and the Lannisters of Casterly Rock. Has been for years.
BRONN: And just in case the Martells of Dorne are looking to spill some Lannister blood, it may as well be yours, eh?
Jaime chuckles.
TYRION: No need for cynicism. I happen to be an accomplished diplomat.
BRONN: Oh.
Hoofbeats approach.
TYRION: Ah, here we are.
TYRION claps.
TYRION: Can you read the sigils?
BRONN squints : Yellow balls?
Tyrion laughs agian. He can see why he keeps this guy around.
PODRICK: Wild lemons on a purple field, House Dalt of Lemonwood. A vulture grasping a baby in it's talons, House Blackmont. A crowned skull, the Manwoodys of Kingsgrave.
TYRION: Boy knows his Dornish Houses.
BRONN: I need a sigil.
TYRION: And House Martell, a red sun pierced by a spear?
PODRICK: I don't see it, my lord.
TYRION nods and steps foward to greet the first Dornish lords that approach on horsebak.
TYRION: Well met, my lords. His Grace King Joffrey
"That little shit becomes king?" Tyrion asks affronted. Even though he suspected it, he was hoping it wasn't true.
"He's as bad as they say?" Robb asks remembering all the bad things he's heard about the boy.
"Worse." Tyrion tells the Stark boy.
welcomes you in his name.
"Proably doesn't." Tyrion muttered.
My lord father, the King's Hand, sends his greetings as well. I am Tyrion Lannister of Casterly Rock, Master of Coin. Forgive me. I don't see Prince Doran in your company.
DORNISH LORD: The prince's health forces him to remain at Sunspear. He sends his brother Prince Oberyn to attend the royal wedding in his stead.
TYRION: (Nods.) Yes, the king will be delighted to enjoy the company of a warrior as renowned as Prince Oberyn at his wedding feast.
DORNISH LORD: Will he?
TYRION: And where is Prince Oberyn?
DORNISH LORD: Arrived before dawn. Not a man for welcome parties, our prince.
"Probably at a whorehouse." Tyrion says.
TYRION: Very well. My lords, these fine men from the City Watch will escort you to your quarters in the Red Keep.
The Dornish lords advance rudely, before TYRION can finish his welcome.
TYRION: You must be weary after such a long journey.
TYRION, BRONN and PODRICK must step aside to make way. PODRICK struggles with his sigil. They begin walking back to the city.
BRONN: Some accomplished diplomacy that was. Now where?
TYRION: We must find Prince Oberyn before he kills somebody or several somebodies.
"I don't think it's a problem if it's Lannister blood." Theon mutters.
BRONN: How do you plan on finding a single Dornishman in a city this big?
TYRION: You're famous for fucking half of Westeros. You just arrived at the capital after two weeks of bad roads, where would you go?
BRONN: I'd probably go to sleep, but I'm getting old.
CUT TO: INTERIOR, brothel
OBERYN walks behind a row of prostitutes, taking their measure. He comes around to face them, walking past OLYVAR. ELLARIA lounges behind him, as he decides upon WHORE #1.
"Kids look away." Catelyn instructs her youngest childern (Sansa, Arya, and Bran). While Ned hides Rickon's face in his neck.
OBERYN: Look at this one. How lovely is she?
ELLARIA: Beautiful. But pale.
"People like them pale in the capital." Tyrion stated, "Shows we don't work in fields."
OBERYN: They like them pale in the capital. Shows they don't work the fields.
"You guys are basically twins." Jaime jokes.
"Except for the fact that he wants to kill me he would be good company." Thrion says, "Though I guess I should be used to that from Cersei by now."
OBERYN removes her tunic. Do I frighten you?
WHORE #1: (Shakes her head no, looking down.)
OBERYN: You like?
ELLARIA: Timid. Timid bores me.
OBERYN moves to WHORE #2, the next in line. She has been meeting the gaze of the Dornish visitors.
OBERYN: You're a bit of mischief, aren't you?
WHORE #1, scuttles shyly to dress herself.
OBERYN: I think she likes you.
ELLARIA: She has good taste.
OBERYN: You're not timid, are you?
WHORE #2 saunters forward, smirking, and acrobatically balances on her left foot while pulling her right foot behind her to touch her head.
ELLARIA: (Laughs) Not timid.
OBERYN: Do you like women?
WHORE #2: When they look like her, my lord.
ELLARIA: This one will do nicely.
OLYVAR: Very good, my lady.
ELLARIA: Oh, I'm not a lady.
OLYVAR: A term of courtesy in this establishment.
ELLARIA: A lie anywhere. Why not use the right words? I'm a bastard. She is a whore. And you're what? A procurer.
OLYVAR: Any of the others?
OBERYN: The two girls can leave.
OLYVAR snaps his fingers and turns to leave.
OBERYN: You stay.
OLYVAR: I'm afraid I'm not an offer, my lord.
OBERYN: Everyone who works for Littlefinger is an offer. Take off your clothes. We'll be here a while.
OLYVAR: My lord.
OBERYN: I am a prince, boy. Have you ever been with a prince?
OLYVAR: Can't say I have. I'm wildly expensive.
OBERYN: Take off your clothes.
OBERYN, opens OLYVAR"s tunic and caresses him. Meanwhile ELLARIA and WHORE #2 are kissing and fondling one another.
OLYVAR: Which way do you like it?
OBERYN roughly grabs OLYVAR's cock.
OLYVAR: (Gasps)
OBERYN: My way .
MORGAN: And so he spoke and so he spoke That Lord of Castamere. And now the rains
OBERYN is perturbed by the singing.
ELLARIA: Oberyn.
MORGAN: Weep o'er his hall...
OBERYN moves towards the source of the singing.
ELLARIA: Oberyn, don't.
ELLARIA gets up and hands her wine to WHORE #2 and follows OBERYN, concerned.
CUT TO: A nearby room in the brothel.
MORGAN and MORGAN'S FRIEND sit entangled with their prostitutes. One of them is singing.
MORGAN: With no one there to hear Yes, not the rains weep o'er his hall And not a soul to hear.
OBERYN enters.
MORGAN'S FRIEND: You lost, friend?
OBERYN: Forgive me for staring. I don't see many Lannisters where I'm from.
MORGAN'S FRIEND: I don't see many Dornishmen in the capital.
OBERYN: We don't like the smell. (Laughs)
ELLARIA grabs OBERYN to persuade him to leave. OLYVAR enters behind them.
ELLARIA: Come with me, lover.
MORGAN: Gods, look at this one.
OLYVAR: Sirs, if you follow me, I'll arrange for a private room.
MORGAN: Why are you wasting a woman like this on a Dornishman? Bring him a shaved goat and a bottle of olive oil. (Laughs)
OBERYN: Do you know why all the world hates a Lannister?
Ned keeps Rickon's face turned away from the screen incase something graphic happened. Although the other younger Stark kids watched the tense interaction.
OBERYN walks towards the men. MORGAN and MORGAN"S FRIEND rise to his challenge, and their whores flee the room.
OBERYN: You think your gold and your lions and your gold lions make you better than everyone. May I tell you a secret? You're not a golden lion. You're just a pink little man who is far too slow on the draw.
"He's hot." Theon whispers to Robb.
"You just think that because he hates Lannister's." Robb whispers back.
"What can I say it's a turn on."
Robb chuckles.
MORGAN grabs towards his weapon on the table, but OBERYN is faster. He pierces MORGAN's hand with his dagger, and traps it against the table.
Sansa gasps and hides her head in her mother's shoulder. Catelyn runs her hand between strands of her daughter's hair to calm her down. Ned's tightens his hold slightly on Rickon. Bran grabs Jon's hand in shock at the blood but he doesn't look away. He'll have to get used to this when he becomes a Knight. Arya looks fascinated by the blood and violence.
MORGAN: (Screams)
MORGAN'S FRIEND grabs the hilt of his blade and begins to draw.
OBERYN: Longsword is a bad option in close quarters. When I pull my blade, your friend starts bleeding. Quite a lot, I'm afraid. So many veins in the wrist.
"He just keeps getting hotter." Theon mutters jokingly his face dangously close to Robb's. Robb just chuckles and pushes his head away in fake annoyance but Theon has a shit eating grin as if he's won something.
OBERYN twists the blade
MORGAN: (Groans)
OBERYN: He'll live if you get him help straightaway. So, decisions.
MORGAN'S FRIEND ponders while MORGAN groans and OBERYN smiles devilishly.
TYRION and BRONN enter swiftly.
TYRION: Prince Oberyn, forgive the intrusion. We heard there might be...
MORGAN'S FRIEND pops his sword back and OBERYN flicks his dagger free from the table, and MORGAN's hand. MORGAN lets out a cry of anguish and then he and his friend move away quickly.
TYRION: trouble.
Arya chuckles, "His face."
Tyrion smiles slightly at the girl.
ELLARIA moves to OBERYN, and caresses him.
OBERYN: Apologies, my love.
MORGAN'S FRIEND helps MORGAN though the door to exit. OBERYN and ELLARIA kiss passionately. TYRION and BRONN exchange a puzzled look.
This time Jon, Robb, and Theon join in laughing at the expression. Ned and Catelyn can't help but crack a smile.
TYRION: I'm here to welcome you to the capital.
Reluctantly, OBERYN and ELLARIA release their embrace.
OBERYN: Ellaria Sand, my paramour. The king's own Uncle Imp. Tyrion, son of Tywin Lannister.
TYRION: If there's anything I can do to make your stay...
OBERYN: What are you? His hired killer?
BRONN: It started that way, aye. Now I'm a knight.
Tyrion nodded glad to get more information on his accomplice.
OBERYN: How did that come to pass?
BRONN: Killed the right people, I suppose.
Jaime chuckled. He definitely got why he was friends with Tyrion.
OBERYN laughs. BRONN joins him.
OBERYN: We'll need a few more girls. Girls, yes?
Comically, BRONN nods while TYRION shakes his head.
OBERYN: You don't partake?
"Oh he partakes alright." Jaime jokes.
TYRION: Oh, I partook. Now I'm married.
"Married?" Jaime asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
Tyrion rolls his eyes but even he's shocked by the news.
ELLARIA continues to kiss OBERYN.
TYRION: Prince Oberyn, if I may, a word in private?
ELLARIA releases her embrace and OBERYN signals for her to go.
EXT. Outside of the brothel.
The door opens and TYRION and OBERYN emerge.
OBERYN: Seems I visited the Lannister brothel by mistake.
TYRION: Oh, they take all kinds.
OBERYN: Even Dornishmen.
TYRION: The king is very grateful that you traveled all this way for his wedding.
OBERYN: Let us speak truth here. Joffrey is insulted. I am only the second son after all.
TYRION: Well, speaking as a fellow second son, I have grown rather used to being the family insult.
OBERYN: (Chuckles)
TYRION: Why did you come to King's Landing, Prince Oberyn?
OBERYN: I was invited to the royal wedding.
"So much for speaking the truth."
TYRION: I thought we were speaking truth.
OBERYN: The last time I was in the capital was many years ago. Another wedding. My sister Elia and Rhaegar Targaryen, the Last Dragon.
Not exactly, Ned thought and glanced out of the conner of his eye at Jon. He needs to tell him but right now Ned doesn't think is the time.
My sister loved him. She bore his children. Swaddled them, rocked them, fed them at her own breast. Elia wouldn't let the wet nurse touch them.
Ned thought of Catelyn and how she insisted she be the one to put the kids to bed everynight and she be the one to to put them back to sleep when they awoke.
And beautiful, noble Rhaegar Targaryen left her for another woman.
Ned winced and hoped no one would notice but his wife shot him a look. He really needed to admit it.
That started a war and the war ended right here when your father's army took the city...
TYRION: I wasn't actually present.
OBERYN: And butchered those children. My nephew and niece. Carved them up and wrapped them in Lannister cloaks. And my sister, you know what they did to her?
"Raped her." Jon muttered, knowing the story all to well. He was always fascinated by Rebellion stories or Taragyan stories. He felt some sort of connection to the Taragyan stories.
TYRION's gaze is cast downward, so OBERYN takes his chin and meets his eyes.
OBERYN: I'm asking you a question.
TYRION: I've heard rumors.
OBERYN: (Chuckles) So have I. The one I keep hearing is that Gregor Clegane the Mountain raped Elia and split her in half with his great sword.
TYRION: I wasn't there. I don't know what happened.
OBERYN: If the Mountain killed my sister, your father gave the order. Tell your father I'm here. And tell him the Lannisters aren't the only ones who pay their debts.
"Hotter." Theon mutters to Robb.
"Shut up." Robb whispers but he's fighting back a laugh.
OBERYN exits and TYRION looks concerned.