As the heir to Highgarden, Alester Tyrell embodies the virtues of nobility and justice. Fiercely loyal to his family, he stands as a beacon of honor in a realm fraught with treachery. But the path to preserving the Tyrell legacy is paved with perilo...
The High Septon leads the coronation of Tommen Baratheon. Ser Jaime patrols in the back.
HIGH SEPTON: "May the Warrior grant him courage and protect him in these perilous times. May the Smith grant him strength that he might bear this heavy burden. And may the Crone, she that knows the fate of all men, show him the path he must walk and guide him through the dark places that lie ahead. In the light of the Seven, I now proclaim Tommen of the House Baratheon First of His Name. King of the Andals and the First Men and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms. Long may he reign!"
ALL: "Long may he reign!"
The crowd cheers. Tommen bows. Margaery Tyrell and Tommen exchange a look.
HIGH SEPTON: "Special day."
THE SEPT, LATER
Tommen sits on the Iron Throne, with Tywin Lannister beside him. A reception line moves towards him, including Grand Maester Pycelle, Varys and Alester.
(CROWD CHATTING)
PYCELLE: "Your Grace."
VARYS: "Your Grace."
Alester stands before the king, giving a slight bow.
ALESTER: "Your Grace."
He moves to leave but is stopped.
TOMMEN: "Alester. I've decided your wedding to my sister will occur very soon."
ALESTER: "(grinning) Thank you, your grace."
The Tyrell locks eyes with Myrcella from across the room as they both smile lovingly at one another. They would finally be one.
Tommen exchanges nodes and smiles with Margaery, who stands in the wings. Cersei catches their gaze, and she comes to Margaery. The crowd greets her as she passes through.
MAN: "Your Grace."
MAN #2: "Your Grace."
MARGAERY: "Your Grace."
CERSEI: "There he is."
MARGAERY: "Long may he reign."
CERSEI: "Long may he reign."
MARGAERY: "He sits the throne like he was born to it."
CERSEI: "Yes. He wasn't, though, was he?"
MARGAERY: "No, he wasn't."
CERSEI: "You still mourn for Joffrey?"
MARGAERY: "He was my husband. My king."
CERSEI: "He would have been your nightmare."
MARGAERY: "Your Grace, I feel..."
CERSEI: "You knew exactly what he was. I did, too. You never love anything in the world the way you love your first child. Doesn't matter what they do. And what he did, it shocked me. Do you think I'm easily shocked?"
MARGAERY: "No."
CERSEI: "The things he did shocked me. He's only a boy. A good boy. A decent boy. He always has been. Who was the last decent king, I wonder? He could be the first man who sits on that throne in fifty years to actually deserve it."
MARGAERY: "It would be some consolation, wouldn't it? For all the horror that put him there."
CERSEI: "He will need help... if he's going to rule well."
MARGAERY: "He has you."
CERSEI: "A mother is not enough. You're still interested in being queen, I take it?"
MARGAERY: "Oh. After all that's happened... It sounds strange, I know, but I am... I haven't even given any thought to it, what comes next. It would be a great honor, of course. But I will have to speak to my father about it."
CERSEI: "Yes, speak to your father. I'll speak to mine."
Ser Loras bows to Tommen on the stage.
MARGAERY: "We may be faced with an alarming number of weddings soon."
CERSEI: (CHUCKLES)
MARGAERY: "I won't even know what to call you. Sister? Or Mother? Hmm."
KING'S LANDING, DAY
Tywin and Cersei meet in the Hand's residence.
TYWIN: "When will the wedding take place in your mind?"
CERSEI: "As soon as decency permits. After we've allowed Tommen the appropriate time to mourn his brother and Margaery to mourn her husband."
TYWIN: "A fortnight?"
CERSEI: "That seems reasonable.
TYWIN: "No jugglers, no jousting dwarves, no seventy-seven-course meals."
CERSEI: (shakes her head)
TYWIN: "And the other two weddings?"
CERSEI: "Shortly after Tommen's."
TYWIN: "Shortly?"
CERSEI: "A fortnight."
TYWIN: "I know you don't like them. I didn't like your husband. Used to pat me on the back a lot. I didn't trust him."
CERSEI: "We had that in common."
TYWIN: "You don't need to make formal alliances with people you trust."
CERSEI: "Then whom can we trust?"
TYWIN: "Ourselves alone."
Tywin rises and pours some wine, handing it to Cersei. He then pours some for himself.
TYWIN: "The Tyrells are our only true rivals in terms of resources, and we need them on our side."
CERSEI: "Robert wasn't particularly rich."
TYWIN: "Robert had me funding him. Wars swallow gold like a pit in the earth."
CESEI: "I suppose that explains why we did so well in the last one."
TYWIN: "Do you know how much gold was mined in the Westerland's this past year?"
CERSEI: "Haven't a clue."
TYWIN: "Go on, your best guess."
CERSEI: "Pounds, tons, ounces?"
TYWIN: "Doesn't matter. The answer is the same."
CERSEI: "That can't be."
TYWIN: "Our last working mine ran dry three years ago."
CERSEI: "Then how do we pay for anything?"
TYWIN: "The crown owes the Iron Bank of Braavos a tremendous amount of money."
CERSEI: "How much?"
TYWIN: "A tremendous amount."
Tywin sits.
CERSEI: "There must be someone at the Iron Bank you can speak to come to some arrangement.
TYWIN: "The Iron Bank is the Iron Bank. There is no someone."
CERSEI: "Someone does work there. It is comprised of people."
TYWIN: "And a temple is comprised of stones. One stone crumbles and another takes its place. And the temple holds its form for a thousand years or more. That's what the Iron Bank is... a temple. We all live in its shadow and almost none of us know it. You can't run from them. You can't cheat them. You can't sway them with excuses. If you owe them money and you don't want to crumble yourself, you pay it back. Vesting the Tyrells in the crown will help a great deal in this respect."
CERSEI: "It's for the good of the family, I understand that. I'm not sure my brothers do."
TYWIN: "I know you're building a strong case against Tyrion. And as a mother, that is your right. But as a judge, I cannot discuss the trial with you."
CERSEI: "I respect that. We don't need to discuss it."
She puts her wine down and stands.
CERSEI: "The Lannister legacy is the only thing that matters. You've started wars to protect this family. Turned your back on Jaime for refusing to contribute to its future. What does Tyrion deserve for lighting that future on fire?"
KING'S LANDING GARDEN
Prince Oberyn sits writing on a scroll. Cersei enters, flanked by guards. He stands to greet her.
OBERYN: "Your Grace."
CERSEI: "Prince Oberyn. Writing letters?"
OBERYN: "A poem, actually."
CERSEI: "May I show you the gardens?"
OBERYN: "I couldn't very well refuse a royal escort."
CERSEI: "No, you couldn't."
They walk through the gardens.
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CERSEI: "I didn't realize you were a poet."
OBERYN: "Not a very good one."
CERSEI: "For your paramour?"
OBERYN: "For one of my daughters."
CERSEI: "You have several, don't you?"
OBERYN: "Eight."
CERSEI: "Eight? Eight daughters?"
OBERYN: "The fifth is difficult. I named her after my sister Elia."
CERSEI: "Beautiful name.'
OBERYN: "Yes. But I can't say it without turning sad. And after I turn sad, I grow angry."
CERSEI: "Perhaps that's why she's difficult. The gods love their stupid jokes, don't they?"
OBERYN: "Which joke is that?"
CERSEI: "You're a prince of Dorne. A legendary fighter. A brilliant man feared throughout Westeros. But you could not save your sister. I'm a Lannister. Queen for nineteen years. Daughter of the most powerful man alive. But I could not save my son. What good is power if you cannot protect the ones you love?"
OBERYN: "We can avenge them."
CERSEI: "Yes, we can avenge them."
OBERYN: "You really believe Tyrion murdered your son?"
CERSEI: "I know he did."
OBERYN: "We will have a trial and we will learn the truth."
