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Wrong answer by Jamie Lannister he loses the next two chance to answer the question.
CongratulationsJon Snow for the right answer, he gets Wind Magic.
Jon raised his hand creating a small cyclone in it and smiled at how easily he could do it.
[THE PYKE]
[LORD BALON GREYJOY sits at a cluttered table. Lady YARA GREYJOY stands nearby. BALON opens a leather tube to reveal a scroll. He draws out the scroll and recognizes the wax seal of the Flayed Man. He breaks the seal and unrolls the scroll.]
"The bastard wrote to father" Yara mused with interest.
"Balon Greyjoy, Lord of the Iron Islands and invader of the North. I give you until the full moon to order all Ironborn scum out of the North and back to those shit-stained rocks you call home."
[YARA carefully unwraps the burlap and twine from around a package. Inside is a small chest. She frees the clasp.]
"On the first night of the full moon, I will hunt down every islander still in our lands and flay them living the way I flayed the twenty Ironborn scum I found at Winterfell. In the box, you'll find a special gift-Theon's favourite toy. He cried when I took it away from him."
"I can't believe he'd send that" Yara muttered, not amused but still smiling a cutting smile.
"I can. That sucker's a psychopath" Theon growled out.
"Leave the North now or more boxes will follow with more Theon. Signed Ramsay Snow, natural-born son of Roose Bolton, Lord of the Dreadfort and Warden of the North. Get that out of my sight. Theon disobeyed my orders."
[YARA gives BALON a challenging look.]
"The boy is a fool. He cannot further the Greyjoy line. I will not give up the lands I have seized, the strongholds I have taken. Get this away from me."
Theon's face fell as his father said that. He was wrong, he knew it before now he was certain. His father didn't give two shits about him, only what he brought to the table. And a cockless imprisoned son who can't do shit to further the line was of no use to him.
Theon's hand clenched painfully in anger and betrayal. That man was supposed to be his father.
"He's your son. He's my brother. He's a Greyjoy."
"Watch yourself. I've made my decision."
"And I've made mine. I'm going to pick the fastest ship in our fleet. I'm going to choose the fifty best killers on the Iron Islands. I'm going to sail up the Narrow Sea all the way to the Weeping Water. I'm going to march on the Dreadfort. I'm going to find my little brother and I'm going to bring him home.
[Scene changes to YARA aboard an Ironborn ship. The crew stands at attention as she walks past. The crew then prepares the ship for travel. The Pyke stands in the distance. YARA is in command.]
"Thank you" Theon muttered to his sister, the anger no longer in his voice. There was someone at least who would support him no matter what.
Yara took his hand and gave him a gentle squeeze.
"You're my brother" she whispered strongly. She said no more, she need not say more. That was reason enough.
Theon smiled, his eyes strangely glassy.
[DRAGONSTONE, DUNGEON]
[SER DAVOS SEAWORTH approaches GENDRY's cell. GENDRY sits with his back to the bars.]
"Guess they're done 'fattening' me up," Gendry said dryly. Highborns and their sick politics.
"How are you keeping?"
"Great. Never better."
"It was just a bit of blood."
"I should have known. Every time a highborn asks my name, it's trouble. We're not really people to you, are we? Just a million different ways to get what you want."
"I'm not a highborn. I lived below the Street of Flour."
"How far below? How close to the Red Keep were you?"
"The shit that poured from their privy pipes flowed down the side of Aegon's Hill along Tanner's Row and right in front of my front door on Gin Alley."
"I think we should seriously consider doing some work on the city infrastructure," Renly said with a grimace. Had it not been for this, he would not know such... unsavoury information.
Robert gave a non-committal grunt that Renly knew all too well.
There would be no looking into this thing.
"The Street of Steel, with your armour and your knights? Pfft. You lived in the fancy part of town. And here we are now. Two boys from Flea Bottom in the castle of a king."
"Yeah, we've come a long way. We're all the same, really. She went to great pains to point that out to me."
"If you mistrust fancy people so much, why were you in such a hurry to trust her?"
"You're me. Never been with a woman. Never talked to a woman, really. And then she comes at you- big words, no clothes. What would you have done?"
The men in the hall nodded and mumbled between them. That made perfect sense to them.
"She does know her way around a man's head, I'll give her that."
[They both chuckle.]
"So how'd you become a lord?"
"Many years ago I helped King Stannis out of a difficult situation. He rewarded me with a lordship. And this'
[DAVOS shows GENDRY his half-fingers.]
"You see? Highborns."
"Well he wears it with pride" Gendry muttered. He heard the man say it himself during these visions
"I didn't want to be a lord. I nearly didn't accept."
"Why did you?"
"I did it for my son."
"The things you'd do for your children" Tyrion mused. He'd already seen some examples, like Catelyn Stark kidnapping him, or Catelyn Stark releasing his brother and fucking up a war effort.
"I didn't want him to step over a river of shit every time he stepped through his front door. I wanted him to have a better life."
"Does he?"
"He's dead."
"How'd he die?"
"Following me."
"No, he died following me" Stannis muttered to himself. Davos and his son heeded his call, and they gathered to his call. So all lives lost were on him, not anyone else. He won't allow anyone else to take responsibility.
[KING'S LANDING, GARDENS]
[SHAE stares out at the ships in the harbour. VARYS approaches behind her.]
"You've been a good influence on our mutual friend, you know. He used to drink from sundown to sunup, visit three brothels a night, and gamble away his father's money. Now it's just the drinking."
Tyrion snorted. He wasn't that bad.
His brother's look on the other hand said otherwise.
"And now I'm his wife's servant. I brush her hair and clip her nails and empty her chamber pot."
"She is a sweet young thing. None of this is her fault."
"I love that girl. I would kill for her."
"Mother, is it possible to find her?" Sansa asked softly, in her usual respectful tone. "She is nice, and she's fiercely protective of future me. I want her and me to be friends like that. Can we have her work for us?"
Catelyn looked at her husband, waiting for his response.
Ned gave a small nod.
"Of course" Catelyn replied with a smile.
Sansa smiled back.
"We break bread with them, but that doesn't make us family. We've learned their language, but we'll never be their countrymen. If you let yourself believe that a foreign girl with no name could spend her life with the son of Tywin Lannister-"
"Sometimes even having a last name isn't enough" Tyrion muttered darkly. Tysha had a family name, mayhaps a small family but a family nonetheless.
"I have a name."
"You have one name. As do I. Here only the family name matters."
"What do you want from me, Lord Varys?"
[VARYS hands SHAE a small bag of diamonds.]
"Diamonds. I'd tell you to beware of carrying so much wealth, but you know how to protect yourself. Get on one of those ships. Sail to Pentos or Lys or Myr. You can buy a house with these e diamonds, diamonds, a a very large house. Hire servants. Start a new life, a good life, far from here. The mysterious foreign beauty. You'll have suitors lining up."
"Why do you want me to leave?"
"Tyrion Lannister is one of the few people alive who could make this country a better place. He has the mind for it, he has the will, he has the right last name. And you- you are a complication. I know you love him. And I know it's true love not bought by gold and silver. I'm not asking you to leave him for money. I'm asking you to leave because your presence in the capital endangers him. This will never be your home, my lady. Find a true home somewhere far from here while there's still time."
"You seem to hold a high opinion of me, Lord Varys," Tyrion said with equal parts smugness and equal parts surprise.
"I agree with everything my future self says" Varys lowered his head with a smile. "The realm would do well with someone like you."
Tyrion sipped his wine and huffed slightly. Maybe the Spider was pandering to him, saying what he wanted to hear. But it did feel nice to be appreciated for once.
[VARYS moves to leave SHAE tosses the bag of diamonds at VARYS's feet.]
"If he wants me to leave, he can tell me himself."
"Of course, she'd think it was me who sent Varys" Tyrion sighed. If he wasn't sure before, he was sure now. That girl would cause him great trouble.