[JORAH inspects the Grey Scale then covers it up.]

"He was touched," Brandon the Elder said, clicking his tongue.

"He can still recover," Shireen said, hopefully, "I did. He just needs to find the healers who cured me."

"If he can find them in time," the eldest child of Rickard Stark said with a frown. "And there isn't a guarantee that he could be saved. You may have gotten lucky."

The child frowned, still hopeful but now a bit more unsure.

Ned watched the vision stoically. Jorah Mormont may die here, a slaver and a fugitive of the King's law, a stain on his family's honour.

Yet he found no joy in seeing this one meet its end.

Then again, Ned was never one to find joy in deaths, even if they were justified.

"So, those villages we were supposed to find. We can't live on berries and roots."

"I can."

"You're not hungry?"

"Of course I'm hungry."

"But he can survive on berries and roots" Jon said with a small smile.

"He's putting on a tough face" Daenerys huffed. She was worried about the man as well, worried about the Grey Scale he contracted and it spreading and killing him. Or worse…

"You're an awful travelling companion, do you know that? Possibly the least charming man I have ever met."

"I am not your travelling companion."

"But he's travelling with you…" Myrcella frowned.

"We are travelling together. In each other's company. Therefore…"

"Great minds" Jaime mused with a smirk.

Myrcella smiled.

Tyrion smiled as well and sipped his wine.

"Do you ever shut up?"

"I sailed from King's Landing to Pentos in a crate. Without ever saying a word."

"Why?"

"He's asking him that now?" Arya snorted.

"I don't think it was that important to him to know why Tyrion was in Volantis" Sansa muttered.

"I killed my father. He wanted to execute me for a crime I didn't commit. And he was fucking the woman I loved. As miserable as you are, Mormont, at least your father was a good man."

"What do you know about my father?"

"He doesn't know Jeor is dead," Brandon said suddenly.

Ned felt pity for Jorah at that moment, knowing well enough the pain of losing one's father. Especially not being around when it happened.

"I met him. I visited the Wall. When I asked him about his men he knew all the stories, every one of them. He actually cared about the people in his command. How did they put it in the Watch? We shall never see his like again."

[JORAH looks stunned.]

"You didn't know. I'm sorry. I am."

"How?"

"I only know what I heard. He was leading an expedition beyond the wall. There was a mutiny. He was murdered by his own men."

[JORAH gets up and walks away, TYRION follows.]

"Poor man," Margaerys said softly.

"Grief is never easy to get over, not when you're alone" Olenna murmured.

Margaery eyed her grandmother with interest, but the Queen of Thorns did not add anything after.

"Why Daenerys? Why is she worth all this? As I recall, the Mormonts fought against the Targaryens during Robert's Rebellion."

"Do you believe in anything? Something greater than ourselves, I mean. The Gods. Destiny. Do you believe there's a plan for this world?"

"No."

"Neither did I. I was a cynic, just like you. Then I saw a girl step into a great fire with three stone eggs. When the fire burned out I thought I'd find her blackened bones. Instead, I found her. Daenerys. Alive and unhurt. Holding her baby dragons. Have you ever heard baby dragons singing?

"It was beautiful" Rhaegar muttered with a soft smile.

"It's hard to be a cynic after that."

"Doesn't mean she's going to be a great queen."

"Doesn't mean she's going to be a bad Queen either" Jon spoke. "Dragons mean nothing when you sit on the Iron Throne. You are not fighting Wars then, and fear can never be the only weapon to hold all Seven Kingdoms together. Otherwise, everyone is plotting your murder and thinking of who to put on that blasted throne next."

"Fear is only one part of it" Ned added. "You must also be a father to the Kingdom, stern, strict but also loving and understanding."

"Or a mother" Lyanna added. "We are speaking about a Queen here after all."

"Yes, of course" Ned nods. "But the words still stand, fear can never be the only thing that makes you a King or a Queen."

Daenerys nods to the words, her eyes taking in each person that spoke. Then she turned to her feet and thought for a moment.

"The Targaryens are famously insane."

Maegor was cruel, Viserys I a coward… Baelor I was a religious man… Only Aerys was the one who could be called mad" Jon spoke. "Hard to call a whole bloodline famously insane for one man."

"There were also Princes we were bordering mad. Like Aerion Brightflame" Tyrion pointed out. "Then there was Aegon the Unworthy and Aegon the Unlikely."

"Aerion was the only one of his kind, that idiot" Rhaegar scoffed. "Aegon the Unworthy did not trust that his son was truly his son and so legitimized all his bastards to keep him from the throne. Aegon the Unlikely could be argued that he was mad for thinking Dragons could solve all his issues… And me being hyper-focused on the prophecy to realize that the world around me was burning. So that is two Kings, out of what? Seventeen Kings? Two Princes out of how many? And you name my bloodline Mad because of that? Might as well name all your Lannisters Kingslayers for what Jaime did, or child murderers for what Tywin did. Should be fair, yes?"

Tyrion had nothing else to point out.

Rhaegar rolled his eyes and looked away.

"I am surprised you included yourself in that" Varys whispered.

"I made mistakes, hiding it will do no one any good" Rhaegar muttered.

"What if she conquers the world? Then what? 1,000 years of peace and prosperity?"

"First we have to conquer the world."

"We?"

"Only if she welcomes him" Jon muttered.

"Alright, let's assume your dreams come true. She's ecstatic when you bring her this enemy dwarf. She hacks off my head and restores your position. You command her army, sail to Westeros, defeat all your enemies, and then watch as she climbs those steps and sits on the Iron Throne. Hurrah, long live the Queen. Then what?"

"Then she rules."

"So a woman who has not spent a single day of her adult life in Westeros becomes the ruler of Westeros? That's justice?"

"Not like men living in Westeros have done any better" Gendry snorted.

"There was peace in Robert's rule" Ned pointed out. "No wars, no conflicts."

"No wars, aye… and no conflicts for your people. Us? The common born? We still suffered. Those who remembered the Mad King even whispered that his rule was better than Robert's and that the people were happy, looked after and well fed" Gendry threw back. It is clear from what we've seen that King Robert delegated his ruling duties to his Hand and Small Council. His rule was good and happy for the Lords and Ladies, not for the common people who these Lords and Ladies walked over."

Had the circumstances been different, the boy would have lost his tongue or worse. But here, where the rule of no King was recognised, all he received were sharp looks, smirks and surprise. But mostly what Gendry got was silence.

The boy scoffed, shook his head and looked away.

[JORAH sees a ship anchored in the middle of the sea and pushes TYRION behind a rock. It was a Slave Ship, and soon they were surrounded by the slavers on board]

"As if things weren't going bad enough" the dwarf muttered.

"Maybe they'll sell you to some guy who'll keep you close, so he could rub your head and gamble. Or a whoremonger who'd keep you outside his brothel for his customers to rub your head" Jaime joked.

"Good to know you're enjoying yourself" Tyrion grunted.

"Might as well. Maybe then you'd think before doing shit and getting in trouble."

[LATER]

[TYRION and JORAH'S hands are tied. MALKO punches JORAH in the face.]

"Salt mines."

"That or a galley slave. He looks strong enough."

"What about the dwarf?"

"Worthless. Cut his throat and then chop off his cock. We can sell it for a fortune. A dwarf's cock has magic powers."

"You were right, your cock is special" Jaime mused.

"Okay okay, I get it. Can we stop now?" Tyrion grumbled.

Jaime only smirked at him.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait! You can't just hand a dried cock to a merchant and expect him to pay for it. He has to know it came from a dwarf. And how could he know unless he sees the dwarf?"

"It will be a dwarf-sized cock."

"Guess again."

"The dwarf lives until we find a cock merchant."

Tyrion sighed in relief. Good, his cock was safe… For now at least.

"Queen Daenerys has outlawed slavery."

"We're bound to Volantis, not Slaver's Bay. Besides, she reopened the fighting pits. I never heard of free men fighting in the pits."

"You will soon enough" Daenerys muttered. There was no way she'd be okay with slaves, slaves fighting to the death especially.

"The fighting pits in Mereen! You're in luck then, you're about to be rich. You are looking at one of the great warriors in the seven kingdoms."

[MALKO looks at TYRION and laughs. TYRION looks at JORAH]

"Him."

"Him? He's got to be 60 years old."

"That's harsh. He doesn't look that old" Myrcella muttered. The man was old, but not that old.

"Sure, he's a bit long in the tooth, a bit withered, been in the sun too long. We can all see that. But he is a veteran of 100 battles. They wrote songs about him! He won the tournament at Lannisport, unseating Ser Jaime Lannister himself."

[MALKO shakes his head and laughs.]

"The Kingslayer!"

"Jousting. You're talking about jousting. A fancy game for fancy lads. The men who fight at Mereen will swallow him whole."

"Can you beat the men in the Fighting Pits?" Tommen asked Jaime.

The Kingslayer thought for a moment.

"It won't be easy, but I think I can take them down" he finally said.

"I killed a Dothraki blood rider in single combat."

[MALKO jumps up, shocked, and gets in JORAH'S face.]

"Dothraki in single combat isn't so hard" Robb muttered, "we have armour and our swords are better than their Arakhs."

"It's the archers on horseback that are bigger threats" Jon agreed.

"Liar."

"It's no lie. His name was Qotho. He was a bloodrider to Khal Drogo. Take me to Slaver's Bay, put a sword in my hand, and I'll prove my worth."

"Well, at least we found a way to Daenerys," Tyrion said in relief. He's cock would survive another day.

[KING'S LANDING; CERSEI'S ROOM]

"Do you think it's wise, your Grace, to arrest the heir to Highgarden?"

"We had to see his face…"

Catelyn glared at Baelish in the vision.

"The Faith arrested the heir to Highgarden."

"Of course. And the Faith were armed on your orders."

"The King's orders."

"Hm…" Olenna eyed Cersei sharply. As if anyone would believe it was anybody but that whore who'd made the choice.

"Is the King to blame for Ser Loras' perversion?"

"House Tyrell won't tolerate these insults."

"House Tyrell won't tolerate it? I'm the insulted party, Lord Baelish. Ser Loras was promised to me, instead he chose the company of boys."

"One's choice of companion is a curious thing."

[CERSEI is silent for a moment.]

"She sees the threat in that no doubt" Jaime mused.

"She probably would ignore it. Thinking it as a warning for her good than a threat" Tyrion huffed. "Our sister is only paranoid when it comes to me. The rest she thinks will fall in line."

Jaime could not argue that.

"Most curious. Lysa Arryn for instance. A sorrily repellent woman."

"As if you're any better" Catelyn snarled under her breath. Her sister may be everything Cersei says she is, but she was not going to hear it from that repulsive woman.

"Forgive me. I know you're still in mourning."

"Lysa was a good woman. A kind woman."

Catelyn snorted.

"She was neither of those things, we both know it. Still, I pity her son. How fortunate that the young Lord of the Vale has a new father to counsel him."

"I know how hard it can be to lose both of your parents at such a young age."

Jon Arrny's eyes were hard as he stared at the man who would plot to kill him and steal the Vale from his hands.

"If war comes to Westeros will the Knights of the Vele fight for their king?"

"Young Lord Robyn heeds my advice. And I have always counselled loyalty to the throne."

A round of disgruntled grunts went around the hall, displeased at the sight and the words of both man and woman in the vision.

"Good. If there's nothing else…"

"There is another matter, your Grace. Something so urgent I couldn't trust the words to a raven. You once charged me with finding Arya Stark. To my shame, I failed you. But I have found Sansa Stark. Alive, and well, and home again. In Winterfell."

"That snake" Catelyn hissed in outrage. She shouldn't be so surprised at this point, knowing the nature of the man by now. But her anger still raged in her veins, which only magnified seeing that rat hand her daughter over so easily.

[DORNE; WATER GARDENS]

[TRYSTANE and MYRCELLA are conversing between themselves, overlooked by DORAN and AREO on the balcony.]

"You look pretty in that dress," Tommen said.

"You grow up into a fine and beautiful young woman" said Jaime.

Myrcella only sat and watched herself. She was older and she did look pretty. Her eyes shifted to her grandmother for a moment. She kind of looked like her grandmother in some ways…

"They make a lovely couple. A Lannister and a Martell. They have no idea how dangerous that is. We must protect them."

"Yes, my prince."

"You have not had to use that axe of yours in a very long time. I hope you remember how."

"I remember how."

Oberyn knew that Doran would never allow the murder of an innocent, and by what he'd seen he knew his girls would not back down without a fight.

Which meant a confrontation.

Were the gods so cruel that he'd have to watch at least one of his girls die? Was this his punishment for being so overconfident and so caught up with vengeance that he lost sight of everything else important to him?