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"Is that why you are okay with marrying Joffrey?" Robb asked harshly.
Margaery's usual serene smile fell and a scowl replaced it.
"He's a nuisance and a maniac and we are all glad to be rid of him" she snapped, before quickly composing herself. "Joffrey will not be an issue for any of us anymore."
"And what about her?" Robb asked, pointing his chin at Myrcella.
The girl who had been listening silently till now jumped slightly.
"What about her?" Jon asked.
"She's Joffrey's sister, is she not? Another bastard."
"And?" Jon raised a brow. "Has she done anything to warrant us to do something about her?"
"She is Joffrey's sister!"
"I asked Again And? Joffery will die for the fringes he is going to commit in the future but it does not have anything to do with her?" Jon stated, "And Myrcella has turned out to be mellow even with Cersei," Jon said pointedly. "And anyway, if she's here, then there is a reason for it. Else she wouldn't be here."
Robb conceded to that with a sigh and nod.
Jon turned to Myrcella.
"You came here. Was there something you wanted to tell us?"
The girl looked nervously at Robb before she nodded at Jon.
"My grandmother and uncle Tyrion made a deal with fa- King Robert, Lord Arryn and Lord Stark. The deal is that if Jaime is sent to the Wall and if Tommen and I are spared from the punishments and are naturalised as Lannisters, then the Lannisters will forgive the debt that the Crown owes it."
"And you want us to convince Father to accept it?" Robb asked.
"No. They've accepted already" Myrcella answered.
"Then why are you here?"
"Because I don't trust my uncle," Myrcella said tightly. "He says he's looking out for me but so far he has done nothing for me that looked like it was the best for me. Tommen will be safe since I'm certain with Jaime at the Wall, Uncle Tyrion will inherit Casterly Rock after Grandfather, and Uncle Tyrion will want to name Tommen his heir. I don't know what he will do with me..."
"I see" Jon muttered softly.
"Yes... I want your help. Can you convince Lord Stark to take me in as a ward? Like he took in Theon?"
Robb stiffened at the mention of Theon.
Jon placed a hand on Robb's shoulder.
"We will talk to him about it" Jon assured the girl with a smile.
Myrcella smiled back, curtsied and then rushed back to her brother.
"She sounded desperate" Sansa noted with a small frown.
"She was" Jon muttered.
Sansa turned to Jon and smiled slightly.
"I- want to apologize to you."
"For what?"
"Everything. I didn't treat you right at all and I just-I wanted to apologise for that."
"Oh," Jon blinked before smiling. "You were young and easily influenced."
Sansa smiled, giving Jon a quick hug before stepping back.
"Thanks for Enhancement Serum and thanks for thinking about training me, I think after gaining those fighting skills I could really use a sparring partner" Daenerys said
"Well than I and Mya are happy to doit, she is also having trouble controlling her strength" Jon said
"Yes, that's what I wanna talk about, tonight after everyone goes back to bed let's spar so that I could learn to control my strength better." Mya Stone said which Jon accepted.
The group is about to separate, but Jon stops them.
"I wanted to mention something before we part" Jon stated. "Do you guys remember how Varys said that some warlock cut off his cock and balls for some ritual?"
"Vaguely. Thank you for the reminder" Robb said with a disgusted look on his face.
The girls did not look too pleased by the reminder either.
"Why did you have to bring it up?" Margaery asked.
"Well, it's something Melisandre said that got me thinking."
"What was it? She said a lot of things" Sansa muttered.
"There's power in King's blood."
The group were silent for a moment.
"You're overthinking it" Robb smacked his brother on the back of his head. "People get castrated for rituals over in Essos all the time!... I think."
"I'm not sure it happens all the time," Margaery giggled, "but it can still happen to anybody."
"I guess" Jon muttered he wanted to give them a chance to earn more rewards but since they don't want it he won't force it on them.
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With the Lannisters not appearing for a while, it was decided that the group would break to rest. Nobody had any idea of day or night from where they were, so nobody knew how long they had gone without sleep. They guessed it was not too long. But the moment heads hit the pillow, they all passed out immediately.
And when they woke, they felt refreshed, and energized and had no idea how long they had slept.
When they all filtered back into the hall, they found the wall of the future and their seats missing. Instead, a large table with a feast had been arranged. None of them knew how to react to that.
Well, almost all of them.
Gendry rushed over and dug into the food with gusto. He looked like someone who had not eaten in days.
But then again, how long had they gone without eating or drinking here unlike Jon and Tyrion they didn't asked for food or drinks while watching which lead to them being hungry right now.
Slowly they all sat down and dug into the food as well, the dishes served being a delicacy from all over Westeros, food from every culture present in the viewing Hall. Some ate what they were familiar with, while others braved the chance and tried something different.
But by the end of the feast, everyone had filled their bellies to the maximum.
As the last of them left their chairs, the table, chairs and dishes vanished. The ground shook and the wall of the future rose from the ground and their viewing seats had returned. So everyone took their seats to watch again.
[THE RIVERLANDS]
[LOCKE's men ride through the woods]
"Of course, we'd start with this" Joanna muttered. She threw a worried glance at her older son.
Jaime sat in silence, stone-faced and hard-eyed.
That made Joanna worry more.
Tyrion patted his brother on the knee but got no reaction from him.
[SER JAIME LANNISTER rides with them, his severed right hand dangling around his neck.]
"I have never seen Jaime Lannister like that" Renly whispered to Robert.
"Regardless of the kind of man that the Kingslayer is, he is a warrior through and through. To lose the one thing that defined him" Robert shook his head. "I suppose it's a punishment from the gods for Kingslaying and Oathbreaking. But as a warrior, he's lost sense of who he is."
"I suppose" though no warrior, Renly could understand the question of his worth or identity without what defined him.
He's asked himself similar questions sometimes.
[He is glassy-eyed and dejected. LADY BRIENNE OF TARTH, her hands bound, rides next to him, concerned.]
"How many of those fingers do you think we could shove up his ass?"
"Depends if he's had any practice. Is that the sort of thing you and your sister go in for, Kingslayer? She loosened you up for us?"
"Bastards" Joanna muttered.
[JAIME's horse drifts leftward and JAIME starts to bend and teeter over.]
"He's going to fall. He's going to fall off his horse. Someone help him."
[JAIME falls off his horse, face-first into the mud.]
Joanna gasps sharply, tears prickling her at the corners of her eyes.
[He grunts and searches for purchase with his left hand. LOCKE halts the party with a signal and dismounts. JAIME struggles to his feet.]
"Water. Water. Please, water. Wa-water. Water, please. Please. Please."
[One of LOCKE's men approaches. He opens his canteen, then pours it out on JAIME's filthy head. The men laugh, and BRIENNE is disgusted. LOCKE comes closer.]
"Just give him water!" Tyrion snapped .
Many outraged faces watched, and a few sad and pitiful faces stared back at Jaime. Even the Martells (who hated their guts) seemed not too satisfied.
"If I die, you won't be getting-"
"Oh, enough. Here."
[LOCKE gives JAIME his canteen. JAIME gulps it down as quickly as he can.]
"Can't say that I've ever seen a man drink horse piss that fast."
[The men laugh, and JAIME doubles over, coughing and spitting out the piss. A man comes to help him up and JAIME sees his opportunity. JAIME elbows him in the face and grabs the man's sword as he falls. LOCKE draws his weapon, as do some of his men. They surround JAIME. The Kingslayer makes some awkward left-handed blows that are easily parried. There are too many of them. Another man kicks JAIME down from behind, back into the mud.]
"I want you to watch brother" Tyrion whispered. The force behind his voice made Jaime turn to him. "Watch, remember those faces, remember those names. Because once we return I will make it my personal mission to root those men out and make them suffer for this. You have my word"
"I don't need your pity-"
"Then it's a good thing I'm not giving it to you" Tyrion cut him off sharply. "You've protected me for the majority of my life, it's time I do the same. Nobody does this to my brother and can think about getting away with it."
"Even if they haven't done shit?"
"Even if they haven't done shit"
Jaime shook his head and looked away. There was a considerable wetness in his eyes that nobody mentioned.