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Joanna sat at the head table. She looked around the room. Stannis sat next to her with Selyse at his side. Shireen was conversing with Myrcella and Teora. Aegon was talking with his cousins. Melisandre was on the side watching everyone. Gendry was dancing with Sansa. She was dressed in a beautiful pale purple northern-style gown. Myrcella was also dressed in a black southern-style gown. Teora in a pale green Dornish style gown. Shireen was dressed in a gold southern-style gown. Tyrion was conversing with Elaena. Elaena was dressed in a dark blue southern-style gown. Sarella was conversing with Valla. Jon sat near Ned and Arya. She noticed that his eyes were locked on Valla. Jenye was dressed in a bright green gown with golden shells on the bodice of the gown that was in Southern style. She was talking with Marleina. Marleina was dressed in a blood-red gown southern-style gown. Lyarra was dancing with Tygett. She was dressed in a pale silver northern-style gown. Tyrek was dancing with Joy. Joanna took a drink of her wine. Out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed Stannis frown at the sight of his daughter talking with Myrcella. Joanna turned her head to look at him as Selyse got up walking over to Melisandre. Trystanne came to the group of girls. He offered Myrcella his arm.

"What is it uncle," Joanna asked softly.

"My daughter playing with your bastard incest-bred sister like she is truly her cousin. Why did you welcome her here like she is truly your sister," Stannis growled at her.

"Myrcella is my sister. Besides, uncle, she is no threat to me. Prince Gendry Baratheon is more of a threat to me than Myrcella is," Joanna said pointing out Gendry Baratheon who just lifted Sansa in the air. Trystanne and Myrcella were dancing close by.

"Prince Gendry Baratheon?" Stannis questioned looking at Joanna in shock.

"He may be my twin brother. Regardless, he is Robert's son. He was raised as a blacksmith. Jaime Lannister has admitted to switching out my twin with the bastard of Chambermaid and Robert. He has given up all rights to the throne. He is my brother just like Tommen and Myrcella are my siblings. If you cannot accept, they are innocent of their parents' crimes. I'll ask you to keep your thoughts on the matter to yourself," Joanna explained giving him a look that she had learned from Tywin. It was cold and hard and showed she meant what she said.

Stannis let out a loud sigh before he got up and left her. She took a large drink of her wine. Before, she started to pick at seafood in front of her. She let out a sigh as he left her. The doubt about her uncle Stannis she had was rearing its ugly head again. It was the feeling that he saw her as a puppet and that he could do what he wanted while he was in complete control.

"Your Grace, may I join you," Ned asked motioning to the seat that Stannis had left moments before.

"Of course, Lord Stark," Joanna replied. Ned took up the seat next to her. They sat in silence for a time. They watched as the party played out. Their eyes followed Sansa and Gendry in their flirtation and dance. "They make a striking pair," Joanna commented.

"Aye, they do. Sansa has requested to be made one of your ladies. And has told me about Prince Gendry. Who is he?" Ned questioned.

" I will accept her as one of my ladies. The truth Lord Stark, I do not know. But all the evidence leads to him being my young twin brother. Vermithor has taken to him like Vhagar and Stormsroar has done to me and Aegon respectfully. That means he must have some Targaryen blood in him. Someone sent him to me and Stannis for a reason. Someone that was in Kings Landing. Ser Steffon Rogers, who brought him here, told me that Lord Varys told him to bring him here to Stannis and me. He does not know Lord Varys' reasons. Neither do I but if I have to guess he knows Gendrys true parentage. He is either my twin or a bastard son of my father. If you are worried about your daughter falling for landless lord. He is not. I have written to my uncle Renly, and he has agreed to Gendry being his heir. He will be the next Lord of Stormlands and Lord of Storms End or rather Prince of Stormlands and Prince of Storms End. All that reminds, me is your approval of the match. She would greatly help him run such an estate. There are not many other lords that could offer your daughter the same. The only others are Tyrell's family or her uncle. Which is deeply frowned upon," Joanna explained.

"Renly could still have son or daughter by Lady Margaery," Ned told her.

"My Uncle would rather lay with Lady Margaery's brother than Lady Margaery. He has written this limits the brides Joffrey could take. The ones with the most power would be your daughter or Margaery or Yara Greyjoy. Your daughter is here one of my ladies. Margaery is married to my uncle. With both of them out of running, he has no powerful allies to make. Yara is much older than me. rumors have it would sooner lay with me than Joffrey," Joanna answered.

Ned looked at Joanna in shock. He had heard rumors about Lord Renly's preferences but to have her come right out and say that. His eyes found Stannis who was talking with Selyse and the red woman. He noticed Stannis was glaring not only at Gendry but also at Myrcella. Myrcella was back with Teora and Shireen. Trystanne stood nearby talking with Obara and Nym.

"Does Stannis know?" Ned asked.

"I have not revealed much to him, Lord Stark. I don't trust him any longer. I feel like he sees me as little more than a puppet," Joanna told him.

Ned looked over at her in shock. She took a sip of her wine. Marleina made her way over to talk with Jon and Arya. Ned saw his daughter start to laugh at something that Marleina said. Marleina was laughing too. Jon left them walking over to Valla. Valla was dressed in a sea-blue southern-styled gown with a coral seahorse necklace. Sarella was dressed in a coral pink Dornish-style gown. Valla and Jon started to dance as Sarella walked over to Aegon. Aegon took her arm and started to dance with her. Joanna smiled at the sight. Ned noticed that. His eyes lingered on Arya and Marleina.

"Joanna, I have a question," Ned started. Joanna turned her eyes back to him. She placed her goblet back down. She noticed the serious look on his face. She nodded her head indicating he could continue with his question. "Does my son know I'm alive?" Ned asked.

"I have sent raven letter North. But I truly don't know," Joanna answered. She looked around the room. A thought entered her mind. A way to get information to the Northern army. Ned took her answer and sat in silence. "Tell me Lord Stark, who would your son trust? Beside you, I need you by my side. If I plan to win this war since Stannis may be working against me," Joanna asked looking back at Ned.

"Jon. Robb would trust Jon," Ned answered.

"Then at dawn, he will depart North to meet with the Northern army and your son. He will bear the information that you are alive and well along with Arya and Sansa. He will also tell Robb not to do anything about Balon Greyjoy. I will deal with him in due time. He will surrender to me and Aegon or he and his Iron Isles will become Harrenhal. I have enough dragons to do it regardless of their sizes," Joanna told him.

Joanna's voice started calmly. Ned nodded looking back to the party. Then he heard her voice change in tone and seriousness. He looked back at her it was not lioness or doe he saw in her eyes. There was fire in her eyes. It was a dragon in her eyes. At that moment he truly believed Tyrion's words that her proposal that Robb wed Marleina Frey was a way to protect Robb.
"He will also bear the news of my son's betrothal to Lady Marleina Frey. And the information that his and Marleina's daughter or son will wed your and Aegon's heir and Lady Sansa's betrothal to Prince Gendry Baratheon." Ned told her. Joanna nodded her head. Joanna and Ned went back to watch the party. Ned watched Sansa and Gendry laugh smile and flirt with each other. She seemed to be truly happy. He had not seen so happy since Lady's death. He looked back over to Joanna noticing the smile on her face. It reminded him so much of Robert's smile. It brought to his mind what Robert would think of this. He noticed the weight of the crown did not seem to affect Joanna. If anything it was like she was born to do it. "Your father would be so proud of you and would greatly approve of the betrothal of Gendry and my daughter," Ned told her.

Joanna looked back at him with tears in her eyes. Ned looked at her in shock. He was not expecting to affect her like this. It was at that moment he realized he was seeing the real her. Since she learned who her siblings' parentage was she was preparing for a war that she knew was coming. She put on a mask to be able to deal with the fact that she would have to fight her family for what was right. She was just a young woman who was grieving her father with the weight of the world on her shoulders.

"I truly hope so Ned," Joanna said softly.

"Your Grace," Prince Oberyn said.

Prince Oberyn approached her on her other side. He had a woman in an orange Dornish gown. Joanna looked at the woman and Prince Oberyn. The cold mask was back in place. The way the woman clanged to Oberyn gave Joanna all the information she needed this was likely his paramour.

"Your Grace, allow me to introduce my paramour, Ellaria Sand," Oberyn introduced.

"Welcome to Dragonstone Ellaria," Joanna said.

"It is an honor to meet Aegon's wife" Ellaria addressed.

Ned and Joanna frown at that. Joanna quickly recovered. Oberyn noticed the flash of fire in Joanna's eyes. It was at that moment that realized that Joanna was not just a lioness in doe fur but she was a dragon, like Aegon. She would put the world to the torch if they stood against her. Something about that look told him that she may be more ruthless than Aegon. He knew that Tywin would teach her that much.

"You will find Ellaria Sand I am more than Aegon's wife. Although I do take pleasure in being his wife," Joanna said coldly.

Ellaria looked down as Oberyn smirked. He motioned for Ellaria to go back to his daughters. Joanna's eyes locked on Oberyn's.

"Your Grace, may I lead you in dance," Oberyn asked.

"Lord Stark, thank you for your conversation," Joanna said before she took Oberyn's arm.

Oberyn led her down from the high table. The dance floor parted for them to enter. They bowed to each other before they started to dance. The rest of the couples on the dance floor also began to dance again.

"I've heard that your uncle Jaime has tried to kill you and still resting in cells. Tell me your grace when will his punishment be carried out?" Oberyn asked her as they danced.

"In due time, Prince Oberyn. Know this when I have the Mountain, I will see justice done," Joanna answered as he spun her out from him.

Prince Oberyn looked at her in shock. He quickly recovered. He looked at Ned, then Stannis his eyes finally landed on Tyrion. He drew her back to him. He lifted her in the air in the dance.

"My Queen, may I offer you some advice?" Prince Oberyn asked as her feet touched the ground. Joanna nodded her head. Melisandre looked at Joanna and Aegon as flames flickered from the candles. She could hear Stannis complaining to Selyse and her. But she could not hear a word of it. Melisandre saw flashes of dragons as she looked at Aegon and Joanna. Aegon did not surprise her after all he was Targaryen. He could very well be the Lord of Light's chosen one. The prince that was promised. But Joanna shocked her. "I would see Ser Jaime's punishment done sooner than later. It would show the lords that you will punish your family no matter what their relationship is to you," Prince Oberyn offered.

Joanna thought about Prince Oberyn's words. Her eyes went to Ned and Stannis and fellow Lords that had gathered there for her and Aegon. Aegon walked over to Joanna and Oberyn dancing. He tapped Oberyn on his shoulder.

"May I cut in?" Aegon asked.

"Of Course, Your Grace," Prince Oberyn replied leaving the pair to walk Ellaria who was drinking wine with a sulking look on her face.

Aegon bowed to Joanna. She did so as well. They began to dance. Aegon eyes lock on Joanna's face then he looks over his shoulder to his Uncle.

"What did my uncle want?" Aegon asked as they danced.

"He suggested that I carry out my uncle Jaime's punishment sooner rather than later. What do you think?" Joanna asked.

"Ñuha prūmia (My Heart), I think you should do whatever you deem best," Aegon told her.

Joanna and Aegon continued to dance as she thought about his and Oberyn's words. Her eyes caught sight of Stannis approaching Mrycella, Shireen, and Teora. Tyrstanne was over with Ellaria and Oberyn talking. Stannis took Shireen by arms and led her away from Myrcella and Teora. Myrcella had a hurt look on her face. Clearing Stannis had said something to her no doubt about her parentage.

Teora looked over at Mrycella's face. She placed a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder. Mrycella looked at Teora.

"He will die soon," Teora whispered to Myrcella.

"Teora what are you saying?"

"He will wake a dragon whose fire will not stop until justice is done," Teora prophesized.

"Who is this dragon?" Mrycella asked confused.

"your sister" Teora answered.

"my sister is not a dragon," Mrycella told her.

"Dragon only bred with dragons. She is carrying a clutch of dragons. Twins to be precise," Teroa told her.

Myrcella looked back over to Aegon and Joanna dancing. They looked truly in love with each other. Aegon lifted Joanna in the air. They both laugh and smile. He brought her back down to her feet. He kisses her with all the passion they had possessed. A loud cheer filled the great hall, Mrycella looked over at Stannis who was standing with the red woman. He had a sour look on his face.

"They love them," Stannis said sourly to Melisandre.

"The Lord of Light works in ways no one can explain. They both have King's Blood, in time my lord you still will be king. Perhaps we can use them," Melisandre replied.

Stannis looked over to Melisandre. He nodded his head. Melisandre looked back to Joanna and Aegon. She silently prayed to the Lord of Light. There was something about Joanna's and Aegon's images in her mind eye of them being dragons that did not sit well with her.

Ser Sandor stood at the docks at dawn. He was getting ready to board the boat. He had not heard from Lord Tywin but did mean to make good on his promise. He looked at buildings. Many of them were built by Targaryens. He stood by his statement they would all burn he hoped she had enough sense to spare the common people. The sound of a large number of horses and a cart approaching reach his ear.

"Clegane," Ser Lyle Crakehall called out.

"What is it?" Ser Sandor growled.

"I come on behalf of Lord Tywin to deliver his answer to Her Majesty, Queen Joanna" Ser Lyle answered.

"Well," Ser Sandor said,

Sandor noticed the number of Baratheon and Lannister soldiers. He knew it was more than just a no. Lyle nodded toward the men. A coffin was taken from the cart. It was draped in Baratheon colors and on top of it rested Robert's crown. Sandor watched in silence as it was loaded on the boat. A soldier carried a box onto the boat.

"Lord Tywin hopes, Her Grace, accepts this as a sign as in time the rest of her demands will be met," Ser Lyle said as he rode away.

Ser Sandor walked up the gangplank still in shock at what had just happened.

Lord Baelish walked around Renly's war camp. He had been trying to get a moment alone with Renly. Renly had all but refused to see him. Margaery came over to him. She was followed by Lady Brienne and Ser Parmen Crane.

"Lord Baelish," Margaery addressed.

"Your Grace," Lord Baelish replied.

"How have your travels been and your stay here," Margaery asked.

"As well that can be expected," Lord Baelish replied.

"Walk me," Margaery stated.

Margaery and Lord Baelish fell in step with each other. They started to talk about Renly. Lord Baelish looked at her trying to see what she was thinking.

"He is very handsome," Margaery said.

"He is your Grace," Lord Baelish stated.

"Your Grace?" Margaery said questioning. She looked over at Lord Baelish. He stoic look on his face. "Calling yourself King doesn't make you one and Renly is not King then I am not Queen" Margaery stated.

"Do you want to be a Queen?" Lord Baelish asked.

"No, I want to be the Queen" Margaery said looking at Lord Baelish.

They stared at each other for a long moment. He nodded silently and slightly. He understood her message loud and clear. They both knew the only thing that stood in their way was Renly and her marriage.

"I'll leave you, Your Grace," Lord Baelish bowed slightly leaving her.

Margaery had a smirk on her beautiful face. This was all working out in her favor. If he was on her side. She could easily blame him when they had Renly killed. He would take the fall for their plans. And she would be the queen. She paid no mind to Ser Parman or Lady Brienne.

Robb stood in the middle of the battlefield. The battle had been won. Lannister and Northern soldiers were being treated on the field. He was surveying the losses. He caught sight of Talisa she was working to save a man's life. She noticed his eyes on her. After someone else took over the care of a man. She walked back over to her supplies casually. Robb approached her.

"What's your name?" Robb asked.

"Talisa" Talisa answered.

"Your last name?" Robb asked.

"You want to know what side my family fights on?" Talisa asked.

"You know which family that has me at a disadvantage," Robb responded.

"That boy lost his foot on your orders," Talisa replied.

"They killed my father," Robb started.

"That boy did?" Talisa questioned.

"The family he fights for," Robb finished.

"Do you think he is friends with King Joffrey? He is a fisherman's son near Lannisport he probably saw the sword before they shoved on in hands moons ago," Talisa argued getting her supplies.

" I have no hatred for the lad," Robb said.

"That should help his foot grow back," Talisa replied walking way toward a cart.

Robb followed after her.
"You have us surrender and end all this bloodshed. I understand the country would be at peace. Life would be just and peaceful in just and rightful hands of King Joffrey," Robb stated sarcastically.

Talisa was packing away her supplies as Robb talked. This was going just like she wanted.

"You going to kill King Joffrey?" Talisa asked.

"if the gods give me strength," Robb answered.

"Then what?" Talisa asked, looking at him.

"I don't know. I'll go back to Winterfell. I have no desire to sit in the Iron Throne," Robb replies.

"So, who will?" Talisa asked.

"Joanna," Robb answered.

Talisa bit her lip as she got into the cart. She was not expecting that answer. She had hoped he was not so far up the stuck-up Princess's ass. But clearly, she was wrong. She could still have what she wanted, she just had to play her cards right. She hit the cart and it started to move.

"You never told me where you're from," Robb asked.

"Volantis," Talisa replied.

"You are a long way from home" Robb commented with a smile.

Joanna made her way toward the beach on Dragonstone. She was dressed in a black turtle-neck style gown with sheer black sleeves. It was heavily beaded. Her hair was mostly down in loose curls down her back. She wore the White Hart crown. She passed the chamber of painted table. Teora was there dressed in a green and gold Dornish-style gown. She was there with Myrcella. Mrycella looked uncomfortable. She was dressed in a black southern-style gown. They were on their way to witness Jaime's punishment. Myrcella caught Joanna's eyes. She looked down at the stone floor. Teora was there mainly to moral support for Mrycella. She was staring at the Painted Table. It had Joanna's allies markers and enemies indicated on the table.

"Jo, I have a question," Mrycella said.

"What is it sweet sister," Joanna asked bending to be at Myrcella's eye level.

"He is my father, isn't he?" Myrcella asked.

Joanna pulled her into a hug with a sigh. When they pulled apart. Joanna kept a hold of Myrcella's shoulders. Myrcella and Joanna's eyes locked on each other. She had decided at that moment to be very honest with Mrycella.

"He likely is," Joanna admitted. Myrcella looked back to the stone floor. Joanna's hand took Myrcella's chin gently. She made her look at her. "You are my sister. No matter who your father is. You have been so since the day you were born. We share the same mother that alone makes us sisters. You don't need to see this. Go, take your friend. Go visit with your cousin Shireen. I'm sure she will love to spend time with children her age," Joanna explained.

"Stannis says I'm not her cousin that I'm nothing more than a bastard," Myrcella admitted,

"You are her cousin for you are my sister. Because I say you are. I will deal with him," Joanna reassured.

Myrcella nodded her. She started to head toward Shireen's Chambers. Teroa stayed for a brief moment. She headed toward the door. She paused at the doorway. She looked back to Joanna.

"You know that table light's up, right," Teora asked.

"How? What?" Joanna asked confused.

"I saw it. The last time it was lit up was when Rhaenyra and Daemon were planning their war against the Hightowers.," Teora admitted.

"What else have seen," Joanna asked.

"I knew you were the mother of dragons before I left Dorne. I saw you on the Iron Throne. I saw you conquering Essos. I saw you as Rhaenys and Visenya in one," Teora admitted.

Joanna was in shock. The last time she heard herself refer to as Rhaenys and Visenya in one was by Fourteen Flames. Aegon and her had not spoken about what happened when the dragons were born. So Teroa could not have heard of her being called that. Joanna looked back to where Teora was at moments before she was now gone. Aegon came past that room. Aegon was dressed in Targaryen colors with Blackfyre strapped to his waist. He had the crown that Oberyn gifted to him on his head.

"You ready my love," Aegon asked.

"Let's get this over with," Joanna said rising again to her feet.

Joanna and Aegon made their way down to the beach. A crowd of Lords and soldiers were there to witness the punishment. Most of Joanna's ladies were not present. The only one that was there was Lyarra. But that was only to keep Arya in line. She was determined to see this. Ned stood by Lyarra and Arya. Gendry stood near him talking with Tyrion. Tyrek and Tygett came forward bowing to her and Aegon. Stannis stood off to the side with Oberyn. A block was placed on the sand.

"Let's begin, bring out the prisoner," Joanna ordered loudly.

Lannister soldier brought dragged out Jaime Lannister. He looked around at the assembled people. His eyes landed on Joanna and Aegon. They both wore power like a second skin. Tyrion looked briefly at Joanna. He could see that this was hard for her. It was clear as day in her blue-green eyes.

"Jaime of House Lannister you have been found guilty of treason. I cannot begin my reign in good faith with Kinslaying. Evan if you tried to do just that. You have been found guilty of pushing Lord Eddard Stark's son Bran from a window because he saw you with Dowager Queen Cersei. You have been found guilty of Kingslaying, in the murder of King Aerys II Targaryen. You have been found guilty of having carnal knowledge of Queen Cersei Lannister fathering her bastard children. King Joffrey Hill the usurper, Princess Myrcella Baratheon, and Prince Tommen Baratheon," Joanna started to list his crimes. Stannis looked over at her in shock as she called Tommen a Prince. She knew that she saw Mrycella as her sister but he couldn't believe she truly saw Tommen as her brother too. Joanna met his stare with a glare. Before she looked back Jaime's green eyes. "You have already had your knighthood removed from you and your right to hold lands and titles outside ones held by your wife if you find one. We are here to witness your final punishment for the crime. Do you have any word to say in your defense," Joanna asked.

"I beg your mercy, My Queen. I know you are a better person than I am. I will endeavor to live my life to prove to you I deserve the love and faith you once placed in me. For the rest of my life no matter how short it may be," Jaime said kneeling before her of his own accord.

Joanna closed her eyes trying not to cry. This was the same Jaime that used to play with her as a child. Aegon took her hand squeezing it. She took a deep breath as she looked back at Jaime.

"I, Joanna of Houses Baratheon and Targaryen first of her name Queen of Andals, the Rhoynar, and First Men. Lady Regent of Seven Kingdoms. Sentence you to have your sword hand removed," Joanna announced.

Jaime looked at Joanna in shock. He was suspected of being sent to Wall or even death. He had accepted his death. But this was something he never saw come. Tygett came over unlocking his chains. Tygett with the help of Lannister soldiers placed a leather strap around Jaime's sword Hand. His wrist was placed over the block. Aegon gave Joanna's hand one last squeeze before he walked over to the block. His hand on Blackfyre. Ned with Lyarra and Arya moved closer to Joanna. Ser Barristan Selmy and Ser Aerys Oakheart stood guard in front of her. Her eyes never left the sense before her.

"I Aegon of House Targaryen sixth of his name King of Andals, the Rhoynar, and First Men. Lord Regent of seven Kingdoms and protector of the realm. Will carry out your sentence. Do have anything left to say?" Aegon announced.

"I am at your mercy My King," Jaime said resigned to his fate.

Aegon drew Blackfyre with a single swing of the Valyrian steel sword and removed Jaime's sword hand. The sound of his hand hitting the sand was heard along with the gusting of blood. Maester Cressan moved forward with a red-hot iron to cauterize the wound. Jaime let out a scream as red hot iron touched the skin. The smell of burning flesh filled the air. Joanna watched the whole thing and had tears rolling down her face.

"I can stay with him, Joanna, I was trained in healing arts," Lyarra offered noticing Joanna's distress.

"I thank you greatly for that Lyarra," Joanna said.

Lyarra left with Maester Cressan and Jaime to help with his healing. Tyrion came over to her. He also had a sad look on his face. He had a black iron version of The Hand of King pin on his doublet. Ned walked off with Arya. Stannis is already stocked away from the scene.

"You did the right thing. I know that was hard. I fear that more moves likely to come will be just as hard if not harder," Tyrion told her.

"I am preparing for that, Uncle," Joanna admitted thinking that she may very well have to execute her grandsire.

Aegon spoke briefly with Oberyn before walking back to Joanna. Blackfyre was back in its scabbard. His arm wrapped around her waist as they made their way back up the stairs toward Dragonstone Castle. Tygett had gathered Jaime's sword hand from the blood-soaked sand. He had a plan for it. He quickly followed after the group that was surrounded by Kingsguards.

They were almost up to the main doors. When the main stone gates opened again. Ser Barristan, Ser Arys, and Ser Rolland all drew their swords preparing to defend them. Joanna was pushed farther back by Aegon who also drew Blackfyre. Joanna spotted Baratheon banners and armor of a large group of soldiers both Lannister and Baratheon carrying a casket. The casket was draped in Baratheon colors on it was King Robert's crown. In the front of the group was Ser Sandor Clegane. Joanna pushed past Aegon and Ser Arys. Ser Sandor seeing her dropped to his knees. The soldier placed the casket on the ground before also dropped to their knees.

"My queen, I bring you Kings Landing's response. Here is your father's body" Ser Sandor started he motioned for one of the men to step forward and presented her with a box.

Joanna motioned for him to open it. The sight of the head of Janos Slynt made her stomach turn. She took a breath through her nose. Before motioning for him to close the box.

"Thank you, Ser Sandor you may join your brothers. See that my father's body is brought to sept. Janos Slynt's head is placed on a spike. Notify my allies that a meeting will be held in an hour in the Chamber of Painted Table. Notify the servants that I want trays of candles to be placed under the painted table," Joanna ordered.

Author Note: I hope you like this chapter. Let me know what you think. Did you catch Teora's prediction?