Naraku
Draconarius
So, it's going to be at least a year before we get any new episodes of Game of Thrones. To tide us over, I thought I would revisit an episode from last season. While what happened in the episode was satisfying, I felt that the fates of two of the characters could have been much more brutal, so I wrote this. And it is brutal, the most brutal thing I've posted to date.
Oh, and I'm sorry Tree, but I couldn't find any natural breaks so I'm posting it in one shot. I promise, my next story will be posted in installments.
SPOILER ALERT!This story is an alternative version of the fates of certain characters from the television series “Game of Thrones”. If you are following the series and have not seen Season 7 Episode 3, “The Queens Justice”, do not continue reading.
Throughout the rest of Westros, the people of King’s Landing were regarded as corrupt, hedonistic, uncaring and cruel. While this was the typical view that most rural people had of big city inhabitants and a gross generalization; there were times when the residents lived up to that reputation. For instance, they took collective pleasure in witnessing the suffering of others. Whether it was a common thief being flogged, a noble being beheaded or a Queen being publicly shamed; they always turned out in large numbers and enjoyed the spectacle tremendously. They may not have been any different in this from people of any other part of the country, or the world, for that matter. And, living in the capital and the largest city in the country, offered far more opportunities for such diversions. But, to the outsider, it seemed that the city’s populace; from the wealthiest noble to the lowest beggar in Flea Bottom; took an unseemly amount of pleasure in these displays of pain and suffering.
And so it be no surprise that a large crowd gathered in the square before the Red Keep. Rumors about what was to take place there had been buzzing through the city for days. How could they not. From the day the Dornish bitches had been led through the streets in chains behind the victorious Lord Euron Greyjoy, there had been speculation concerning their fates. And it was hard to ignore the construction going on in front of the Red Keep. A large wooden structure had been erected, fourteen feet high, topped by a platform thirty feet wide. On the left side, when viewed from the square, there was a derrick with a long arm that extended beyond the front of the platform. From the end of the derrick’s rope, hung a wooden beam five feet long and six inches square with an iron ring at each end, suspended lengthwise by chains. A rope tied to the center of the beam and secured to one of the derrick’s uprights keep the beam pulled back over the platform, at about shoulder height. Two men stood leaning against the derrick. On the ground in front of the platform and beneath the derrick’s arm, was a huge iron cauldron about six feet deep, propped up on iron legs that provided ample space for the wood that workers were busy piling beneath it. On the other side of the platform was a wooden cross about seven feet tall in the shape of an X. Bundles of branches were piled behind the cross and an iron brazier smoked nearby with the ends of three iron rods visible above the rim. What purpose all of this would be put to was the subject of many conversations, though some clue was provided when word spread that officials from the Keep had recently purchased a large quantity of oil.
At noon, the crowd cheered when Queen Cersei appeared on the battlements above the main gate. Cries of “Gods save the Queen” and “We love you, Queen Cersei” were heard. Just a few months earlier, this same crowd had laughed and called Cersei a whore and worse when the High Sparrow forced her to walk naked through the streets. But, the High Sparrow was gone and Cersei was the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms; or at least this corner of them. As she seated herself in a high backed chair brought by a servant, she smiled, but whether at the fickled nature of the crowd or in anticipation of what was about to happen, only she knew.
Oh, and I'm sorry Tree, but I couldn't find any natural breaks so I'm posting it in one shot. I promise, my next story will be posted in installments.
The Queen’s Justice – Revisited
by
Naraku
by
Naraku
SPOILER ALERT!This story is an alternative version of the fates of certain characters from the television series “Game of Thrones”. If you are following the series and have not seen Season 7 Episode 3, “The Queens Justice”, do not continue reading.
Throughout the rest of Westros, the people of King’s Landing were regarded as corrupt, hedonistic, uncaring and cruel. While this was the typical view that most rural people had of big city inhabitants and a gross generalization; there were times when the residents lived up to that reputation. For instance, they took collective pleasure in witnessing the suffering of others. Whether it was a common thief being flogged, a noble being beheaded or a Queen being publicly shamed; they always turned out in large numbers and enjoyed the spectacle tremendously. They may not have been any different in this from people of any other part of the country, or the world, for that matter. And, living in the capital and the largest city in the country, offered far more opportunities for such diversions. But, to the outsider, it seemed that the city’s populace; from the wealthiest noble to the lowest beggar in Flea Bottom; took an unseemly amount of pleasure in these displays of pain and suffering.
And so it be no surprise that a large crowd gathered in the square before the Red Keep. Rumors about what was to take place there had been buzzing through the city for days. How could they not. From the day the Dornish bitches had been led through the streets in chains behind the victorious Lord Euron Greyjoy, there had been speculation concerning their fates. And it was hard to ignore the construction going on in front of the Red Keep. A large wooden structure had been erected, fourteen feet high, topped by a platform thirty feet wide. On the left side, when viewed from the square, there was a derrick with a long arm that extended beyond the front of the platform. From the end of the derrick’s rope, hung a wooden beam five feet long and six inches square with an iron ring at each end, suspended lengthwise by chains. A rope tied to the center of the beam and secured to one of the derrick’s uprights keep the beam pulled back over the platform, at about shoulder height. Two men stood leaning against the derrick. On the ground in front of the platform and beneath the derrick’s arm, was a huge iron cauldron about six feet deep, propped up on iron legs that provided ample space for the wood that workers were busy piling beneath it. On the other side of the platform was a wooden cross about seven feet tall in the shape of an X. Bundles of branches were piled behind the cross and an iron brazier smoked nearby with the ends of three iron rods visible above the rim. What purpose all of this would be put to was the subject of many conversations, though some clue was provided when word spread that officials from the Keep had recently purchased a large quantity of oil.
At noon, the crowd cheered when Queen Cersei appeared on the battlements above the main gate. Cries of “Gods save the Queen” and “We love you, Queen Cersei” were heard. Just a few months earlier, this same crowd had laughed and called Cersei a whore and worse when the High Sparrow forced her to walk naked through the streets. But, the High Sparrow was gone and Cersei was the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms; or at least this corner of them. As she seated herself in a high backed chair brought by a servant, she smiled, but whether at the fickled nature of the crowd or in anticipation of what was about to happen, only she knew.