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[EXT. KING'S LANDING BALCONY-DAY]
[Margaery Tyrell sits at the table with Olenna Tyrell.]
"So am I the queen?"
"More than you were with Renly. Less than you would have been if Joffrey had done you the courtesy of consummating the marriage before dying. In any case, this would not be an opportune moment to press the issue."
Margaery Tyrell didn't feel anything about the fact that it was her grandmother who did it, after all Joffrey was a vile little demon. So maybe it was deserved and she knew exactly how to feel about it.
"Clawing at his own throat, looking to his mother to make stop... it was horrible."
"I had fun" Jon shrugged.
"That's because he killed father and me" Robb rolled his eyes. "We had reason to enjoy it."
"One of my husbands preferred the company of men and was stabbed through the heart. Another was happiest torturing animals and was poisoned at our wedding feast... I must be cursed."
"Nonsense. Your circumstances have improved markedly. You may not have enjoyed watching him die, but you enjoyed it more than you would have enjoyed being married to him, I can promise you that."
"But I would have been the queen."
"Our alliance with the Lannisters remains every bit as necessary to them as it is unpleasant for us. You did wonderful work on Joffrey. The next one should be easier."
"Tommen?" Jaime narrowed his eyes and frowned. "He is a child!"
"All children grow up" Olenna said with a scoff. "And he will be King after his brother, as much is tradition. Your father would not want the South turned against him now."
Jaime's frown turned into a scowl. First she poisoned Joffery Now her eyes were on Tommen. He would not allow that vine to dig into the son who was actually decent.
"Is it not enough that you poisoned his brother. Leave Tommen alone." Jaime said
"Gladly i won't waste my granddaughter on a bastard who can never be the King " Olenna Tyrell replied with a shrug.
Jamie scowled at that while Tommen felt a little hurt.
[INT. GREAT SEPT OF BAELOR-DAY]
[Joffrey's body is laid on a table in the centre of the room. Cersei, Tommen and Tywin and stand around him. Tywin turns to Tommen.]
"I don't think I've ever seen him this peaceful or serene" Tyrion confessed softly.
"Death does that to you" Jaime muttered, mood still sour from before.
"Your brother is dead. Do you know what that means? I'm not trying to trick you."
"This is not the place for that talk. Not with his mother and brother's dead body there" Joanna hissed angrily.
"Father has never known what timing is. He decides it more than anyone else" Tyrion shrugged.
"It means I'll become king."
Tommen's eyes sparkled at the notion, but he did not show any happiness. His brother had died for it to happen, it would not be proper of him.
"Yes, you will become king. What kind of king do you think you'll be?"
"A good king?"
"Mm, I think so as well. You've got the right temperament for it. But what makes a good king? Hmm? What is a good king's single most important quality?"
"This is hardly the place or the time."
Many of the women agreed with Cersei. Evil as the devil spawn was, he was still her child and a mother's grief is not easily forgotten.
"Holiness?"
"Didn't end well for Baelor the Blessed" Myrcella told her brother kindly.
Tommen nods. "He starved" the boy muttered.
"Hmm. Baelor the Blessed was holy. And pious. He built this sept. He also named a six-year-old boy high septon because he thought the boy could work miracles. He ended up fasting himself into an early grave because food was of this world and this world was sinful."
"Justice."
"A good king must be just. Orys I was just."
"Was there a Targaryen King named Orys?" Daenerys asked.
Rhaegar frowned. "Not to my knowledge, no."
Daenerys frowned.
"Orys was a Storm King from before the Conquest" Stannis answered.
Daenerys nodded in gratitude for the answer.
Stannis nodded back.
"Everyone applauded his reforms. Nobles and commoners alike. But he wasn't just for long. He was murdered in his sleep after less than a year by his own brother. Was that truly just of him? To abandon his subjects to an evil that he was too gullible to recognize?"
"Well, that's sad" Robb frowned. "Killed by his brother in his sleep."
Robb's eyes went to Theon. He was like a brother to Robb... and he stabbed him in the back. He could relate to Orys.
"What about strength?"
"Yes. Strength. King Robert was strong. He won the rebellion and crushed the Targaryen dynasty. And he attended three small council meetings in 17 years."
Robert grunted in displeasure. Surely he attended more. There was a rebellion in between and he attended the meetings at first too.
"He spent his time whoring and hunting and drinking until the last two killed him. So, we have a man who starves himself to death, a man who lets his own brother murder him, and a man who thinks that winning and ruling are the same thing."
"I did not," Robert said angrily. "I was well aware more than anyone else how unfit as a ruler I was! I let my council handle it because they knew what they were doing."
"And look how that turned out" Renly snorted. "You need to be there more now. Your presence alone would do a lot more than you know."
Robert grunted. HE doubted it... but he wasn't opposed to change.
"What do they all lack?"
"Wisdom."
"Yes! But what is wisdom? Hmm? A house with great wealth and Fertile lands asks you for your protection against another house with a strong Navy that could one day oppose you. How do you know which choice is wise and which isn't? Do you have any experience of treasuries and granaries or shipyards and soldiers?"
"No."
"No. Of course not. A wise king knows what he knows and what he doesn't. You're young. A wise young king listens to his counsellors and heeds their advice until he comes of age. And the wisest kings continue to listen to them long afterwards... Your brother was not a wise king. Your brother was not a good king. If he had been, perhaps he'd still be alive."
"His grieving mother is right there!" Lyanna shouted in outrage and anger.
"Matters little to that man" Jaime scoffed angrily. Now he wondered whether it was his father who'd done it. He definitely had the motive for it, to get Tommen on the, a more pliable King for him to raise.
[Tywin and Tommen begin walking up the steps to leave the Sept.]
"Now, as the king, you will have to marry. Do you understand why?
"A king needs a queen."
"Yes, but why?"
"To further the family line."
"Do you know how that happens?"
"Yes."
"Do you?" Myrcella asked his brother.
"I saw people do it on here" he pointed to the wall. "Not before."
Good, he learns later then. This age was much too young in her opinion. Not that she was an expert, considering how only in these halls did se learn about it all...
[DRAGONSTONE AT NIGHT]
[STANNIS stands looking at the storm. DAVOS enters.]
"The usurper Joffrey Baratheon. I said those words when I tossed a leech into the fire. A leech filled with bastard blood. A bastard you set free. I am now faced with a great opportunity and I am powerless to take advantage of it."
"If you need to rely on the dark arts to grab opportunities, then you do not deserve such opportunities," Varys said with heat. "A true King would not sully himself in such a manner and call himself victorious. It is cowardice, and cowards do not last long on the Throne."
"And you know a lot about these things?" Stannis challenged.
"Dark Arts? I lost my cock and balls to it. Kings? I served two Kings" Varys answered simply.
Stannis grumbled. He'd forgotten about the eunuch's story.
"If you wish to be a King, do it by your might, not by relying on things like black magic" Varys finished with no discerning expression on his face to describe what he was feeling.
Stannis kept his silence with a small sigh.
"I will find you an army, Your Grace. I've been working day and night..."
"What progress have you made?"
[DAVOS names houses, STANNIS picks up pieces from the war table, snaps them and discards them.]
"Westeros is not the world, Your Grace. We need to look east for ships and men. 10,000 skilled soldiers fight for the Golden Company."
"The Golden Company? They're sellswords."
"We're willing to use blood magic to put you on the throne, but we're not willing to pay men to fight?"
"He makes a valid point" Renly snorted. "A Sell Sword Company is far better company than a people burning heretic."
"Aye... it is" Stannis muttered.
"Now the Red Woman's magic is real. Her visions and prophecies may be, too, but I've never heard of visions and prophecies winning a war. Soldiers win wars. Soldiers on the ground. It's dirty on the ground."
"We don't have any gold."
"If you win, you get the gold from every family that stood against you. Lannisters and Tyrells alone would have more than enough" Robert reasoned.
Stannis hummed in thought. But what would be left after paying such a company? How much would he have on hand to repay debts and help repair the Kingdom?