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GAME OF THRONES
How I wished it had Ended
CHAPTER FOUR

Daenerys spent the next day watching Melisandre and Euron being disciplined in the private Dungeons of the Red Keep. She wasn't sure if it was Grand Maester Pycelle or Quyburn that had created a viewing area that permitted her to watch through a one-way glass mirror that the subject could not see through. It was indeed a marvel of technology and most likely came from Braavos or Dorne where they were far more advanced.
She sat in a simple chair and sipped wine in a private chamber while a bald, heavily muscled brute named "Offa" went about his sadistic work.
Melisandre was bound spread eagle in the nude by thick, rusted chains that kept her legs spread and her arms raised above her head and kept her fully exposed.
A red candle flickered underneath her pussy just inches away from her tender cunt flesh. Melisandre's body was covered in red wax from the previous night. She had been marched here naked in the cover of night from the Great Sept after Davos secured her freedom.
Next to her was Euron Greyjoy in the same position chained to the wall spread eagle. His body scarred and bruised from brutal beatings. Euron still had a defiant swagger, but his body was gaunt and weak. His bright blue eyes dared Offa to punish him, and Offa obliged by punching the man in the face. Euron's jaw shook, and he opened his mouth to spit out one of his few remaining teeth. Euron had taken the measure of Offa and decided he was not going to intimidate him.
Yara had happily loaned Euron to the Queen without asking her reasons. Her only stipulation was not to kill Euron or remove his arms and legs.
Daenerys wanted to see pain and humiliation, and she watched hours of it.
Offa used heated tongs to stretch Melisandre's nipples. Melisandre showed signs of agonized pain. The Red Witch cried out in a language that Daenerys could not recognize that sounded something like Old Valaryan but with distinct differences. It seared her skin but a trace of a smile appeared on her beautiful face as she endured the stretching of her fabulous nipples.
Offa showed no interest in mercy, but Melisandre was not begging for it. She accepted the pain even though it made her scream. Daenerys was curious if there was pleasure there or if Melisandre had a taste of madness herself. He whipped her asshole and cunt with a leather strap until it became swollen and when he had the woman in a frenzy, he plunged the length of his forearm into her asshole fist first. Offa pushed his hand into the elbow. It didn't seem such a meaty arm could fit within the woman's bowels but as impossible as it was to Daenerys it appeared he was wiggling it around inside of her. Melisandre's pussy squirted all over his face. Daenerys wondered if it was piss or the juices of a lover. Offa wiped it off with his other hand and then slapped Melisandre's face and wiped it in her red hair.
When Offa removed his arm from the anus he held it out to her face, and Melisandre voluntarily licked his arm clean like a lusty whore who was sipping the milk of the poppy for the first time, and it was the most delicious treat she could enjoy. Her anus was puckered and open, and Daenerys could see the red inside of as if it were a leather pouch turned inside out.
Offa did the same to her cunt, but he used both hands and made the woman scream as he fucked her with both arms to stretch her womb wide enough that three babies could have been birthed at the same time. Melisandre flicked her tongue like a snake to beg to lick his arm clean. She was shameless about being on display. She had no choice but to be splayed open like she was but it appeared she might actually enjoy what was happening to her as the brutal man invaded her most intimate body parts. A chill ran down Daenary’s spine as she imagined Offa touching her the same way.
Instead, Offa wiped the cunt juices on Euron's face. Euron happily licked them clean while Melisandre pleaded for the first time to be allowed to clean Offa's hands.
Euron's face indicated he did not understand Melisandre's desire. He grinned wickedly at Offa and drank the Red Witch's pussy juice that was offered to see the woman suffer more.
Euron face twisted into anguish and pain when Offa impaled his anus to the forearm as he had Melisandre. Euron's mouth opened wide as he gasped in shock. Euron had been buggered by Iron Born soldiers, but even he was not ready for this intense pain.
Daenerys removed her clothing and began to masturbate herself while watching intently. Euron's pain was far more delicious because it was visceral and real. He was vulnerable and unable to resist what was happening to him. The total loss of power interested her. Euron was a plaything and a rag doll to be done with as this lowborn brute wished. It must have been an interesting experience and one that she had last felt when her brother sold her to Khal Drogo on her wedding night.
What intrigued Daenerys more was when Offa unchained them. He made Melisandre march in place and began to whip her about the tits, ass, and thighs. Euron laid his broken body on the ground like a puddle of misery. Offa kicked him while he was down and called him a weakling but Euron did not get up.
Melisandre like Euron was could not leave the room even when she was unchained. She could not hope to defeat Offa in a struggle and walk out the bolted door. However, she had magical powers and may have been able to kill him with a word or a look. She voluntarily obeyed him even though he couldn't make her march. If the Red Witch had collapsed on the ground, all Offa could do was kick and beat her.
This kind of power was even more intriguing to Daenerys, and she became wet thinking about the nights with Khal Drago that followed her wedding night. He was rough and never gentle, but Daenerys got into his bed willingly and fucked him in front of his other wives and slaves of her own choosing. She took pleasure in it even though it was humiliating. There was a strength in choosing to do the difficult and not allowing it to overwhelm you as it had Euron. Khal was also an incredible lover and man, and whether Daenerys admitted it to herself or not the feeling of being desired and consumed had overwhelmed her. Khal was a hunter, and she was the hunted in their bed, and that turned her on.
Jon (Aegon) as many of her past lovers such as Daario Naaharis of the Second Sons and Jorah Mormont on occasion had been generous lovers who pleased their Queen. They licked her cunny and even her asshole and ensured her pleasure as they did their own. There was a power in this because other than Jon she felt Daario and Jorah would have never thought to do the same for a whore.
There were times that Daenerys wondered what life was like for a whore.
A woman that wakes up and fucks a stranger for coin in the morning cleans her holes of his seed and then fucks a stranger for coin at lunch and then repeats until she falls asleep. Daenerys knew that not all men could be sated simply by putting their cocks in a woman's pussy or asshole. Some enjoyed the company of men in bed, but others wanted even more exotic desires. There were men who liked the girls to haven't flowered yet. There were men who liked them fat bottomed and big bosomed and wanted to suckle them. Her brother once told her that her mother would do anything for their mad father. "She once took a horse cock for Father in the royal stables, and she regularly visited the Kennel master to take lovers while Father watched," Viserys had bragged. At the time, she had been disgusted and thought he was trying to be coarse and vulgar, but Dany knew as she became older, that was a fantasy of some men and some women. She wondered if a horse cock was smaller than Offa's forearm. Viserys had even threatened to make her fuck all the horses in Khal Drago's horde when he first introduced her to the warlord, and she knew he meant it.
Daenerys was masturbating furiously without realizing it as she fantasized about the kinky fetishes that took place in the fancy whore houses in the Old Quarter and whether they were more decadent than the ones of the brazen harlots of Fleabottom.
Offa made Euron and Melisandre squat on the floor of the dungeon and piss and shit like rutting beasts. They both grunted without even the comfort of a chamber pot. Afterward, Melisandre got on all fours and began to lick up her mess while wiggling her dirty ass for Offa.
Daenerys wondered if the punishment was mostly sexual in nature and mimicked the pleasures of intercourse. She watched all afternoon as brooms, hammer hilts, and various objects were shoved into their mouths, asses and Melisandre's cunt. Offa punished Euron's cock by crushing his balls flat wholly. Euron's blue eyes became, and he fell unconscious.
However, there were also beatings with leather straps, paddles, and metal tongs to squeeze body parts. Melisandre had a gag attached to her mouth that held it open. Slugs were placed inside her mouth and allowed to suck until they were removed with fire. A torch was placed close to her skin all over her body. Offa also applied a similar gag to her asshole and pussy to keep it wide and placed slugs inside of her body as well. Melisandre had been able to absorb the pain like a sponge, but even this made her body convulse in exquisite suffering.
After Offa burned the slugs off her body, he fed them to Euron and her one at a time like they were dogs.
Offa placed a tube up both of their asses and pumped water to cleanse them. Dany's brother had taken these enemas voluntarilyy and insisted she did so before she flowered as a woman on a daily basis to cleanse her bowels. It was a humbling experience that he subjected to her, and it made her feel powerless as a helpless little girl with no one but her brother to watch over her.
He enjoyed watching her stomach bloat as the water filled her bowels, and he loved hearing the sound squirt out of her anus. He was a terribly sadistic and uncaring brother, and he was deeply perverse in his pleasures with both men and women that he considered beneath him.
Daenerys wondered if the same madness that afflicted him and her father had manifested in her because she enjoyed watching Euron and Melisandre's suffering.
She also enjoyed hearing it. Offa spoke in a guttural low born Fleabottom accent thicker than Ser Davos. He spoke in cruel ways to denigrate their bodies and lack of stamina. He called them both whores, slags, worms and frequently spat upon them. The humiliation of accepting the words without challenging them only added to their debasement and enhanced it. It would be like that on a walk of atonement, only the entire population of the city would turn out to hurl these insults.
It was quite satisfying to watch, and it made Dany hungry. She left her private chambers after composing herself and dressing to eat.
There was a moment as the Queen prepared to leave when she turned around for one last look at the torture chamber. Melisandre had her arms bound behind her body. She had a fine sheen of sweat on her body from the constant beatings. Her tits bound within in a wooden stock that had two holes carved in them so that they could be pulled through and then locked in place. The Red Witch was seated upon a wooden horse with a very sharp edge so that her ruined and swollen cunt was exposed directly to the wood. Her body weight forced her body down upon the wedge so that she could not squirm and felt constant torment.
Offa ignored her while he stretched Euron's cock in direction by pulling it with a scratchy piece of twine. Euron's crushed balls were bound in a braid of the rope and stretched and elongated in the other direction causing him great pain.
The Red Witch looked up with her piercing blue eyes right at where Dany stood. Melisandre' usually had a detached almost maniacal stare of someone who had seen nightmares in real life. She looked right at Dany and licked her lips and blew her a kiss.
Daenerys thought it was just a lucky guess and wondered if the arcane witch had someone been able to see through the barrier. The Queen had checked it herself before the Dungeon session. It chilled her spine to the bone to think about what powers that woman had within her.
On her way to her chambers where her meal would be warm and waiting she ran across Jon Snow with his sister Sansa. She had arrived at the Queen's request reluctantly with an entourage of armored, rugged Northmen.
"It is a pleasure to see you, your grace," Sansa bowed. There was no pleasure in Sansa's eyes. "May I ask why you summoned me to King's Landing?" she asked.
"There are matters we must discuss that would not be appropriate for the Courtyard," Dany said. The Courtyard was scorched and in disrepair and there was only a makeshift stable for the Northmen's horses. Dany politely inquired about the journey and apologized for making her come so far.
"I'd have come just to see Cersei on the pole," Sansa had no love for Cersei and was looking forward to rubbing it in her face when she saw her.
"I'll stable your horses if you want to speak with the Queen," Jon volunteered.
"We have stable boys for that, my Moon and my stars," Daenerys said dismissively to her betrothed. She did not realize until after she said it that she called him the lover's name she had for Khal Drago.
Jon did not look pleased.
"Is it uncomfortable to hear that your Queen considers you her sun and moon, Aegon?" She asked Jon.
"It is uncomfortable to be called Aegon," Jon said that his name was Jon and that is how he liked it for now.
"For now? But what in a few months when people see me as mad and you as the rightful heir? Would you force me to walk atonement then? Or shall I do it now?" she asked as if she expected him to make her walk atonement and usurp her authority.
Jon had no desire to force her then or now to atone and didn't understand the nature of the question. Daenerys had been consumed with guilt and obsessing over Cersei's challenge to walk with her. She had also become intensely paranoid that she was going mad. She invited them both to come with her to her chambers while she ate.
"If it pleases your Grace, I've other matters to attend too," Jon was reluctant to join Dany. He loved her, but he was afraid of her and what she was becoming.
"Nonsense, you are my betrothed and the rightful heir to the Seven Kingdoms. You will be crowned King at our wedding, and people with your power can be wherever they want to be," Daenarys smiled cordially.
"If I could be where I want to be, I wouldn't be here," Jon muttered but followed her. "I've no real purpose at King's Landing, and I am flattered at your offer, but I've no interest in being King," he explained as they walked with Brienne and the Queen's contingent of guards.
"You had an interest in being King in the North," Sansa reminded him of his duty to his homeland.
"That was to save it," Jon explained, feeling like he was not going to make his point to either woman. "The danger has passed, and the dawn has come," he said. It was a metaphor meant to say that he no longer needed that authority.
"The Prince who brings the dawn?" Daenerys said quizzically as she considered the prophecies.
"I didn't bring the dawn, but I survived until it happened," Jon clarified.
"You were chosen to wear the crown in the north, and it was yours all along as the Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. It seems the Gods have plans for you on a throne of some kind," Daenerys had dreaded this realization. She had thought the Gods had planned for her to sit upon the throne if she was strong enough to take it.
Once they arrived in their chambers, a servant brought additional plates, and the King's Guard waited dutifully outside.
"I will get right to the point," the Queen wasted no time once they started eating to tell Sansa she wanted to appoint her hand.
Sansa paused with the spoon in her hand and said like Jon, "I don't want it."
"It isn't a request," Daenerys reminded her it was a sacred obligation of a noble to serve.
"If you aren't Queen then you can't make it a command or a request," Sansa continued eating and didn't look up.
"I will be the Queen, but Aegon will be the Sovereign," Daenerys wasn't used to being told no when she offered great power and prestige. If Jon wouldn't accept the crown, then surely his sister would accept the great power that being the Hand would hold.
"A woman cannot be Hand," Sansa had been Hand to her Brother temporarily in Winterfell but that had been the special exception to the rule and only because of her birthright as the Lady Stark. There had never been a female Hand to the King of the Seven Kingdoms. "I've enough to deal with in Winterfell while Jon is here," Sansa said before asking what would happen to Tyrion. She cared for the Imp and knew he was in trouble for spreading the rumor of Jon's heritage.
"He will become Master of Coin," Daenerys said he was far more suited to use his clever mind to the economic benefit of the Kingdom. "The Lord Commander of my Guard has never been a Lady Commander. The Master of Ships has never been a Mistress of Ships. I need a woman with your strength to be my Hand," Daenerys respected Sansa but knew she was still quite young. Even though she had become worldly, there were far more accomplished and intelligent women in Westeros. Sansa's influence and the symbol of her joining with Dany were what she wanted.
"If I am to be King, then why are you making these appointments?" Jon looked up from his soup and slurped.
"I am the Sovereign until we are wed and you've been more melancholy and fickle than a little girl who has yet to flower into maidenhood. Do you see anyone better to be YOUR Hand than your sister Sansa?" she asked.
Sansa looked at Jon as she wondered herself.
"I have honestly never given any consideration to my courtly appointments as Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, but Sansa was my Hand in Winterfell," he reminded his sister.
"If you are to rule, then I will be your Hand," Sansa agreed reluctantly.
"I don't think I have many choices," Jon admitted as he considered how stubborn Daenerys was in making the offer. She would have gladly killed him and accepted the crown, but as long as he lived, she knew people would grumble.
"Good, now there is the matter of my walk of atonement," Daenerys shifted to the other matter at hand.
Sansa looked up in surprise. She had heard through messages that Cersei had said she wouldn't walk unless Dany did. She had also heard that she and her brother would be sent to Castle Black or the Headman's ax and it was up to them which it was going to be.
"I have decided to make the walk of atonement but not with Cersei. I shall walk with Yara, Brienne, Melisandre, and as many whores and fallen women as the prisons hold. I shall make a show of my repentance for the damage I have done to King's Landing and the arrogance of executing those who were disloyal to me. Once that is complete, there shall be no reason for Cersei to demand I walk with her. We will plan your coronation and our wedding to follow the Lannister's walk of atonement. Tyrion has begun preparations for great feasts, carnivals, and musicians to be here to make it a grand spectacle. Her walk will be alone with her brother and will be far more grueling," Daenerys said.
Sansa and Jon did not approve of this decision and looked concerned for Dany's sanity.
"As King, I could forgive your actions," Jon offered.
"Yes, but as Queen, I could not accept the forgiveness without an act of contrition," She answered him. She asked how Sansa felt about it.
"I wished I had been here to watch Cersei perform her walk the first time. When my father discovered proof of her bastard children's heritage, I told her about it because I did not want to leave King's Landing. It was the foolish act of a thoughtless child. She had my father executed with the proof I provided. I would like very much to see her lose her head the same way. However, I have no desire to see you walk, no matter how many you burned. If you do, then it is an admission of guilt and no matter how much you atone all will know that you admitted your mistake," Sansa said.
"Just as you admitted your actions led to your father's death," Daenerys said.
"Indirectly," Sansa clarified she had not intended to get her father killed. "That wasn't my fault. I was manipulated and alone in King's Landing," Sansa's eyes became red as she wept for her father.
"Your father was here? You could have gone to him," Daenerys said while twisting her words on her.
"I did, and he refused to back down," Sansa admitted as she dried her eyes.
"If you had not told Cersei then perhaps he would have found enough evidence to have her arrested," Daenerys said.
"They killed Robert. They plied him with wine so that he fell while hunting boar! They would have killed Father!" Sansa said.
"Robert Baratheon was a drunk. No one had to ply him with wine when he drank more than Tyrion. Your father was a keen and clever man who could not be plied. They would have killed him sooner if they could have. You provided the evidenced the Lannisters needed to make him a symbol of their power," Daenerys accused Sansa until she was in tears.
Jon wasn't aware of this story, and he was disgusted with Sansa for what she had done. However, she was a young girl and had freely admitted it wasn't her intent to see her father killed out of malice. He was more disgusted with whatever game Dany was playing. He demanded to know why.
"You also bore false witness at the Eyrie? When Little Finger pushed Lady Lysa Tully from the moon door did you not say she fell?" Daenerys asked. Varys had armed her with many of Sansa's secrets before the offer to come was made.
"Yes, but that was to save Little Finger," she admitted.
"The man you executed in your great hall because he was treasonous?" Daenerys scoffed.
"Yes, but at the time, I thought he was helping me," Sansa tried to explain.
"You thought? You were so gullible as to think a self-serving whore monger had your best interest at heart? I wonder if you would make a good Hand after all," Daenerys sounded disgusted.
"I don't want the job anyway," Sansa said after she explained she wasn't that stupid little girl anymore.
"Walk with me and atone," Daenerys asked.
"No," Sansa said, and she looked at her brother for support. Jon didn't feel it was necessary.
"Do you want to tell him what you promised Little Finger to support your army in the fight against the Boltons or shall I?" Daenerys said as she reached for a parchment.
Sansa's mouth opened as if to speak, but nothing came out. She wasn't sure what to say.
Jon looked to his sister for the truth. She had implored for days to seek aid from the Knights of the Vale. Their little brother Rickon was held hostage by the, and she would do anything to recover him. Little Finger had put the thought in her head and made a bargain with her to support them with mounted knights.
Jon didn't trust Little Finger and didn't want him involved. In the end, as the battle waged it was almost lost to the Bolton and Rickon was killed anyway. The valiant Knights of the Vale appeared as if by luck at the last possible moment on the crest of a hill and road downhill in an impossible charge to crash into Bolton's forces and rout any that survived.
It was no accident that they showed up when they had. Little Finger held them back until Jon's forces were weak and almost defeated by intention. Sansa knew that he would do that and had agreed to it when he insisted. She thought sacrifices had to be made in wartime. Little Finger had not said he was using their forces as bait. He said that it would be a tactical charge once the Boltons were committed to battle. However, the end result was their forces had been devastated before the charge came at the last possible second and turned the tide of battle and the Northmen were bait.
Daenerys handed a note written in Sansa's hand agreeing to provide all of the Bolton holdings to Little Finger and the Eyrie when the battle was finished.
"Why did he not press his claim?" Jon asked.
"He meant to use it as a bargaining chip, but he never had the opportunity after I executed him," Sansa admitted.
"He promised you would marry Waymar Royce and rule them together?" Daenerys knew the answer was yes before she asked the question. Jon knew that his sister had met Waymar Royce when she was much younger and became smitten with the dashing Knight. His father Yohn was one of the most powerful Lords of the Vale.
Sansa shifted uncomfortably in her sheet and admitted that was true as well.
"After he married you to Ramsay, you were willing to let him remain your matchmaker? Did you have him killed because he was a manipulative worm or because he had claim to substantial lands in the North that you had no right to bargain?" Daenerys asked.
Sansa did not answer. She sat, sullen and silent.
"We walk in three days. You will be at the Great Sept in a shift at dawn. We shall be escorted by guard and Drogon. None shall threaten you. The most that will happen is your lovely body will be seen by commoners, and they may dare toss an overripe fruit or shout a vulgarity at you. My understanding was you suffered quite a bit more under Ramsay Bolton's touch?" Daenerys asked.
"I can still feel him inside me sometimes," Sansa looked at the ground.
"I have faith you are the right choice for Hand. Once you have completed your walk of atonement with me, you will no longer be questioned about the things you have done in your past. This note is no more," Daenerys put the note with the proof of Sansa's promise to Little Finger in a burning candle, not unlike the one that was under Melisandre's suffering and hairless twat at that moment. We shall have no secrets between the three of us from this day and all days from now on," Daenerys meant what she said. She had Varys in case either of them were to turn on her if only she could trust Varys.
After their meal, Sansa and Jon spoke privately on the way to the drill field.
"You don't have to walk with her," Jon said in disgust and annoyance.
Sansa accepted Jon's words. If he was King, then he could forbid it. However, as Dany was currently Queen, she could command it. Daenerys hadn't officially commanded it, but she had made it clear that it wasn't a request any more than being Hand was.
"Why would she bring you all the way from the north, offer you the position of Hand of the Crown and then reveal these things about you and make you walk for atonement?" Jon didn't understand.
"Some say she is mad," Sansa said in a whisper.
"Does she seem mad to you?" Jon asked.
"I've not seen the extent of what she did to King's Landing but what I've seen on my way to the Red Keep made me weep for the fallen. I am no expert on madness, but I question her decision to make me Hand. There must be a dozen more experienced in the Red Keep alone," she admitted.
"If I am to be King I would want no one else," Jon smiled reassuringly that experience mattered literal without loyalty and respect.
"I can talk to her," Jon promised that he would ask his Queen to rescind her order to Sansa.
They arrived at the drill field as two soldiers were raping Cersei in front of Jaime. She was bound with chains over her head and shackled to a wooden spike in the earth. Their bodies were bruised, and they had long been suffering. At first, the soldiers had been afraid to rape a Queen even if she had been deposed, but now they had grown confident and frequently played with her tits, pussy, and ass, and a few had begun humping her.
"Do you men have someplace you need to be?" Jon approached the rutting guards as one fucked Cersei up her asshole and the other fucked her from the front. She bit the one hanging from her body in the front on the ear, and the soldier yelped.
"I see you are making friends," Jon said as the two soldiers withdrew their cocks and hastily adjusted their uniforms to return to duty.
"My sister was enjoying herself," Jaime said like this was a leisurely day at the park. His hair was disheveled, and his beard had grown shaggy, but he seemed remarkably chipper despite the abuses at the hands of the guards he was forced to endure daily. "Why would you interrupt such a lovely time."
Cersei had the eyes of a viper, and she was not going to present the facade of pleasantries to Jon or Sansa.
"I see you have arrived to gloat," Cersei addressed Sansa and ignored Jon.
"I could gloat from Winterfell, but the view is so much better here," Sansa loved watching Cersei suffer and swing on the chain.
"You would have made a terrible wife for Geoffery. I had considered poisoning you, but I thought marrying you to my brother was an even better humiliation," Cersei reminded Sansa that the shoe used to be on the other foot.
"I am looking forward to watching the headman's ax take your head like you took my fathers. My only regret is I have none of your children lived so that I could make them lick their mother's blood from the headsman's ax as your twisted monster of a son made me do," she said.
"Did he do that?" Cersei smiled at the wicked deeds of her eldest son, Geoffery. "I am still not sure whether I will walk to Castle Black or not. I suppose a lot depends on if Daenerys has the courage to walk with me," Cersei mused.
"She will walk but not with you," Sansa admitted that the walk would take place before hers. "A much smaller audience with a guard," she said.
"You are both craven little bitches," Cersei's rage boiled over. Daenerys had foiled her plan. It was as Varys had predicted. She could not beat, but she could taint her reign in front of the populace by shaming and humiliating her. Daenerys could have ignored the request to do the walk of atonement entirely, but if she refused Cersei's public challenge, the stigma of refusing would haunt her for the rest of her reign. Cersei had not counted on Daenerys walking before the festival and avoiding a great deal of the humiliation.
"You should walk too! Did you ever tell your brother who provided the proof that Ned was a traitor?" Cersei turned her attention to Sansa and Jon.
"My father was no traitor. He was the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, and Ned Stark wasn't either," Jon said that Ned's honor was impeccable. It was the first time he had spoken of himself as the heir to the crown. "It is my decision that my sister holds no responsibility for your treachery," he spoke like it was an official commandment, and it was.
Cersei was foiled again. She wanted to drive a wedge between them, but Jon knew what had happened with Ned and that surprised her. She knew she could hurt them both by impuning Ned, but she thought Jon would turn on her if he knew it was Sansa whose information that was sufficient to execute him.
"I do not have to walk the path of atonement," Sansa pouted out her lip like a spoiled brat. "However, I voluntarily choose to do so in three days time with my Queen. It is a pity you won't be able to watch, but I'll be here to watch you walk and make your choice to walk to the gallows or Castle Black," Sansa smiled.
Afterward, Jon told her he had just forgiven her.
"Yes, but your Queen has commanded me, and I was wrong for what I did," Sansa was very religious and believed in the Seven Gods and their rituals.
"She didn't officially command it," Jon said and reminded her he could uncommand it.
"I've already made up my mind to walk it," Sansa smiled at him. She was nervous and afraid, but she was prepared to walk for her atonement.
Later that evening, Daenerys informed Tyrion that he would be Master of Coin.
"What a relief," Tyrion was secretly embarrassed that his former wife Sansa was now the Hand of the queen. He was well suited to the task of Master of coin. "I've certainly spent enough in my life to know how to do that much," he mused.
"I need you to bring me, three whores, discretely," Daenerys added.
"Just because Lord Baelish was a pimp it doesn't automatically mean the Master of Coin can provide whores at a moments notice, your Grace," Tyrion explained.
"I want a young one from the fanciest brothel left unburned in the city. I want a rough and tumble tavern wench, and I want the lowliest whore from Fleabottom you can find," Daenerys knew Tyrion had recruited Offa and didn't doubt he could find the appropriate whores.
"May I ask the reason, My Queen?" Tyrion was always curious.
"No," Dany said without hesitation.
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