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[STANNIS' CAMP]
[SHIREEN is flanked by guards as she walks towards a pyre, clutching the stag DAVOS gave her. When she arrives at the pyre MELISANDRE steps to the front.]
"Gods... please don't tell me" Catelyn gasped in horror.
"Where's my father? I want to see my father."
"It will all be over soon, Princess."
[The men drag her to the pyre and tie her up.]
"Where's my father? No, you can't do this, Father where are you?!"
Shireen stiffened. No... no no no! They couldn't do this, wouldn't do this. Her father would save her. He's always protected her, loved her. He'd stop them.
[STANNIS watches on from the crowd.]
Shireen's resolve... crumbled.
"Let me see my father! Where are you, please?!"
"Stand before her you coward" Renly roared in anger. "Look her in the eyes while you condemn her to burn! Your daughter! Look her in the eyes!"
"The year is now, my Lord. For you we offer up this girl, that you may cleanse her with your fire and that its light may lead our way."
"If we don't act then we'll all starve here all of us, but if we make this sacrifice..."
"Accept this token of our faith, my lord, and lead us from the darkness. Lord of Light show us the way!"
"Mother, please mother! Mother, please mother!"
[SELYSE falters and turns to STANNIS]
"Please stop."
The images stopped and slowly faded to black.
Shireen was shaking, her head lowered and her arms wrapped around herself.
Stannis reached out for her, only for his hand to be slapped away. The looks of terror, anger and betrayal were a slap in the face.
"You promised you'd never let it happen to me" she hissed out, her words breaking away as she dissolved into sobs and tears.
Shireen stood up and ran out of the room, Stannis tried to follow her but Robert stopped him with a firm grip on his shoulder.
"She is my daughter!" the man hissed.
"A daughter you burned at the pyre" Renly threw back angrily.
The fight was knocked out of Stannis.
"Give her time to calm" Robert grunted, forcing Stannis to sit back down.
The vision started once more, but Stannis paid it no attention. He burned his child... he burnt his daughter...
How could he have done something so heinous?
[MEEREEN; FIGHTING PIT]
[DAENERYS sits next to MISSANDEI at the top of the pit, with an open seat between her and TYRION at the end, and DAARIO standing behind them. HIZDAHR takes the open seat.]
"Where have you been?"
"Just making sure everything's in order."
"Something's going to go bad here" Theon muttered. "I can feel it And that man is somehow involved in it."
Yara frowned, but even she had a bad feeling.
[The Vision pans through the fighting pit to reveal it is covered with House Targaryen sigils. An announcer steps to the middle of the pit and waves his arm to silence the crowd. The Announcer raises his hands to start the 'games' and the crowd begins to roar. Cut to DAENERYS' box - she and MISSANDEI look disgusted, and DAARIO looks impressed. Two gladiators enter the pit. They kneel and utter the words 'I fight and die for your glory, oh glorious queen' before standing in waiting before her. The crowd is silent.]
"They're waiting for you. Clap your hands."
"What's there to clap about... death games..." Daenerys muttered to herself darkly. Her stomach was churning dangerously just at the sight of it.
[DAENERYS looks down at the two men. After a moment, and with a look of disgust on her face, she claps her hands. The crowd roars and they start fighting. After some parries, the Quick man slices at the Strong man's neck.]
"That one, the smaller man, no question, that's where you should put your money."
"I'm not putting my money anywhere."
"Kings and queens never bet on the games. Perhaps you should go find someone who does."
"People used to bet against me when I fought in the pits."
[DAARIO looks at HIZDAHR]
"He would have bet against me. Common novice mistake."
"I have spent much of my life in Meereen, and in my experience, larger men do triumph over smaller men, far more often than not."
"What do you think? Who's winning?" Tyrion whispered to his brother.
"Daario isn't wrong. Being underestimated gives you a clear advantage... but that quick one will not survive. His knees shake after every dodge, he will die soon" Jaime explained grimly. He may have fought in battle and had seen his fair share of deaths, but this was not to his taste.
"Whenever I got into the pit against a beast like that one, the crowd saw me, all skin and bone back then, then they saw a pile of angry muscles ready to murder me. They couldn't get their money out fast enough. But the pile of angry muscles never had any muscles here"
[He puts a dagger to his neck]
"or here"
[he puts the dagger to HIZDAHR'S neck]
"And the big men were always too slow to stop my dagger from going where their muscles weren't. Yes, whenever I saw a beast like that one, standing across from me making his beast faces, I knew I could rest easy."
"That's because he has talent. This one does not" Oberyn said stoically.
[The Strong man decapitates the Quick man with one quick stroke. HIZDAHR smiles and DAARIO looks turns away angrily.]
"That was insulting" Arya snickered. She turned to Bran, only to see him peeking back. "Hey! The show is in front of you."
Bran jumped before turning around to face her with a frown.
"She'll be okay... she's not alone," the girl said kindly.
Bran nods, his eyes sad and lips pursed.
[The Pit Workers carry the decapitated head out of the pit, leaving a trail of blood behind.]
"That is greatness?"
"That is a vital part of the great city of Meereen. Which has existed long before you arrived and will remain standing long after we have returned to the dirt."
"My father would have liked you."
"Legacy" Tyrion clicked his tongue. A very important topic of discussion for his father.
"One day your great city will return to the dirt as well."
"At your command?"
"If need be."
"I don't know if threatening someone so openly is a good idea" Jon stated.
"He's sat with me and my people. I should be safe" Daenerys argued.
"And you are surrounded by men who might harbour ill intent towards you. You're not as safe as you say" Jon countered.
"I suppose..."
"How many people will die to make this happen?"
"If it comes to that they would have died for a good reason."
[HIZDAHR looks at pit]
"Those men think they're dying for a good reason."
"Someone else's reason."
"And your men dying for you is a good reason?" Gendry asked.
"Isn't it normal? For men to die in wars they fight for their Kings and Queens."