Silver Stag

I Tried To Warn You

[Sept of Baelor]

Upon seeing her father beheaded, Sansa promptly fainted. Aelinor turned into the embrace of Lady Eleanor, who also looked away.

After the execution of Ned Stark, Ilyn Payne paraded the bloodied sword and the Hound picked up Ned’s head to show it to the rapturous townsfolk.

Arya, again had her eyes closed and her face pressed against Yoren’s chest.

"Look at me. Look at me! Do you remember me now, boy, eh? Remember me? There's a bright boy. You'll be coming with me, boy, and you'll be keeping your mouth shut." Yoren took Arya with him away from the mob and into a flight of stairs. "Keep your mouth shut, boy." He took out a knife.

"l'm not a boy!"

"You're not a smart boy, is that what you're trying to say? Do you want to live, boy?!" He started cutting Arya’s hair as the screams and shouts from the crowd were heard above. "North, boy, we're going north."

[Stark War Camp]

Catelyn Stark walked alone through the Stark camp.

"My lady. My lady. My lady." Several Stark bannerman bowed to her respectfully as she passed.

They had just received word it was too late to save her husband. He had been beheaded on the orders of the new King.

Princess Aelinor had sent them a letter, informing them of the news as well as offering an apology.

She reached a small forest outside the camp and collapsed in grief by one of the trees, crying and sobbing. She heard some screams and the sound of a sword slashing wood nearby. As she got closer, she realized it was her son,  Robb, fully armoured, slashing his sword against a tree while crying.

"Robb. Robb! You've ruined your sword. "

Robb dropped his sword to the ground and went to his mother.

She hugged him and caressed his neck, trying to console him. "Shh! Shh! Shh!"

"I'll kill them all. Every one of them. I will kill them all."

Catelyn Stark: My boy. They have your sisters. We have to get the girls back. And then we will kill them all."

There was nothing they could do but grieve and fight.

[King's Landing - Red Keep, Throne Room]

In the Throne Room of the Red Keep, Marillion the bard was singing a song for Joffrey and his retinue. Cercei stood by his side, Aelinor beside her, while Sansa overlooked the scene from one of the colonnades.

"The boar's great tusks, they boded ill For good King Robert's health And the beast was every bit as fat As Robert was himself But our brave king cried, "Do your worst! l'll have your ugly head! You're nowhere near as murd'rous as the lion in my bed" King Robert lost his battle and He failed his final test, The lion ripped his balls off, And the boar did all the rest."

"Very amusing. lsn't it a funny song? Thank you for your rendition. l imagine it was even better received at that tavern." Joffrey told the bard.

"I'm so sorry, Your Grace. l'll nevr sing it again, l swear."

"Tell me, which do you favour - your fingers or your tongue?"