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[KING'S LANDING]
[ELLARIA, MAREI, a WHORE, OBERYN and OLYVAR are engaged in passionate sex.]
"Gods" Catelyn made a face in disgust. By now they had all become immune to something like seeing people fuck in the vision, with all the death they've had to see. Didn't mean that they all would watch it quietly.
[A door opens, TYWIN enters. OLYVAR, MAREI, the WHORE and ELLARIA exit. OBERYN dresses and pours some wine.]
"I'm sorry about your grandson."
"Are you?"
"I don't believe that a child is responsible for the sins of his father. Or his grandfather. An awful way to die."
"Which way is that?"
"Are you interrogating me, Lord Tywin?"
"Not a bad thing to do, considering my reputation" Oberyn shrugged. His proficiency with poison was well known, so it would draw attention and suspicion to him.
"Some believe the king choked."
"Some believe the sky is blue because we live inside the eye of a blue-eyed giant."
"Did you grow up with those stories too?" Bran asked the Prince of Dorne with curious wide eyes.
"Not exactly. I have heard of them on my travels" Oberyn explained with a smile.
Bran's eyes only widened further. Now he wanted to travel and hear more stories.
"The king was poisoned."
"I hear you studied poisons at the Citadel."
"I did. This is why I know."
"Your hatred for my family is rather well known. You arrive at the capital, an expert in poisoning, and some days later my grandson dies of poisoning."
"Too obvious for it to be him" Jon Arryn shook his head. "It's rarely the obvious ones, but rather the ones you least expect."
"What about Baelish? " Arya asked.
"He pretty much confessed to Sansa that it was him. " Robb pointed out.
"Could easily be taking credit to lure Sansa away anyways we know it was lady Olenna who put the poison in the chalice maybe she herself procured the poison as well." Arya shrugged.
"Why would he do that? It'd mean his death." Robb shook his head believing that Jon's reasoning was right.
"He might have some plan. He ran away, he'll have some plan for sure."
He was in the Vale, and nobody would suspect him of doing anything, even if he was part of the plan and helped lady Olenna Tyrell in poisoning Joffery.
"Rather suspicious. Why haven't you thrown me in a dungeon?"
"You spoke with Tyrion in this very brothel on the day that you arrived. What did you discuss?"
"You think we conspired together?"
"What did you discuss?"
"The death of my sister."
"For which you blame me."
"She was raped and murdered by the Mountain. The Mountain follows your orders. Of course, I blame you."
"Here I stand unarmed, unguarded. Should I be concerned?"
"Only a Lannister would attack an unarmed, unguarded man" Oberyn scoffed.
Present Lannister could not refute it. Tywin killed Robb Stark under Guest Rights, while Jaime pushed Bran out of a tower. Both times the victims were unarmed and unguarded.
"You are unarmed and unguarded because you know me better than that. I am a man of reason. If I cut your throat today, I will be drawn and quartered tomorrow."
"Men at war commit all kinds of crimes without their superiors' knowledge."
"So you deny involvement in Elia's murder?"
"Categorically."
Oberyn snorted. That was as good as a confession itself.
"I would like to speak with the Mountain."
"I'm sure he would enjoy speaking with you."
"He might not enjoy it as much as he thinks he would."
"You will do no such thing" Elia hissed to her brother. "Promise me you'll do no such foolishness!"
"I already promised it, sister. I will not" Oberyn sighed. Even if he wanted to do it, he couldn't bear to upset his sister.
"I could arrange for this meeting."
"But you want something in return."
"There will be a trial for my son."
"A farce no doubt," Tyrion said darkly. No doubt his father would take this opportunity to have him killed. Brand his son the Kinslayer while he does not have to dirty himself with the same titled. Typical of the man, never getting his hands dirty.
"And as custom dictates, three judges will render a verdict. I will preside. Mace Tyrell will serve as the second judge. I would like you to be the third."
"Why?"
"Not long ago, the Tyrells sided with Renly Baratheon. Declared themselves enemies of the throne. Now they are our strongest allies."
"Well, you made the Tyrell girl a queen. Asking me to judge at your son's trial isn't quite as tempting."
"I will also invite you to sit on the small council to serve as one of the new king's principal advisors."
"I never realized you had such respect for Dorne, Lord Tywin."
"He doesn't. He is scrambling for alliances" Olenna snorted, recognizing the hint of desperation in the old Lannister.
"We are not the Seven Kingdoms until Dorne returns to the fold. The king is dead. The Greyjoys are in open rebellion. A wildling army marches on the Wall. And in the East, a Targaryen girl has three dragons. Before long, she will turn her eyes to Westeros. Only the Dornish managed to resist Aegon Targaryen and his dragons."
"We might just as easily align with her" Doran mused. "He takes a risk."
"In our favour" Oberyn smirked. "Let's see how this goes.
[CASTLE BLACK, THE COURTYARD.]
[JON helps DOLOROUS EDD and GRENN to the courtyard.]
"They made it" Jon relaxed at seeing two people who would become friends of his in the future or were meant to be. He had forgotten about them, but the worry was perhaps deep inside him all along. The reason why he was relaxing.
[ALLISER THORN and JANOS SLYNT walk up]
"What took you so long?"
"We were held up."
"By what?"
"Chains."
"We were guests of the mutineers at Craster's Keep."
"And the mutineers stayed?"
"They're not going anywhere. They've got Craster's food and his wives. Poor girls. Never thought they'd miss their daddy."
"They won't survive the White Walkers" Robb muttered. "Craster survived because he gave those creatures his sons. These idiots did not. They'll all be dead.'
"Good riddance then" Lyanna muttered. "They broke guests' rights too, and they should pay for it."
"Yes, but them dying would add to the White Walkers' numbers" Jon sighed.
"Oh... right" Lyanna muttered. She still believed that it was what they deserved, but now worried that their deaths would bite her son and the living in the ass.
"Karl's running things now. He's the one who put a knife through Craster's mouth."
"We need to ride north and kill them all."
"We just went over this, boy. -Justice can wait."
"It's not about justice. I told the wildlings we had over 1,000 men at Castle Black alone. Karl and the others know the truth as well as we do. How long do you think they'll keep that information to themselves when the wildlings are peeling their fingernails off? Mance has all he needs to crush us, he just doesn't know it yet. As soon as he gets his hands on them, he will. Then he'll throw his full strength at us. And even if every one of us kills 100 wildlings, there's still not a thing we can do to stop them."
"I don't think I can kill 100 wildlings"
"I don't think you have a choice in that" Brandon the elder whispered. "It's either that or die without doing any good."
"I think that's all they can do. They are grossly outnumbered. The Wildlings are going to cross without contest" Rickard frowned.
"Problem for the Boltons to deal with then" Brandon the Elder added with a shrug. "And whoever else turned their back on us when we needed them."
"We are the Starks of Winterfell, and we must protect the North... regardless of who is with or against us..." Ned muttered with a frown.
Rickard looked at his younger son and hid a smile.