I Hope Your World Is Kind (For I Am Cruel)

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It was often that Zasali thought about the Iron Throne. How could she not? The thing was huge, hulking, and couldn't possibly be sanitary. Zasali could just imagine the rust on the blades, their iron melted down for no real purpose other than an excessively flaunted status symbol.
Perhaps she was being too hard on the Targaryens, but Zasali Eilszynge had always been a prideful woman.
The Iron Throne mattered little to her. No, it was what those stationed by it could do that held her attention.

Or,

Zasali goes on a vacation to King's Landing and has to try not to get attached as she plans and she schemes. (Oh yeah, her aunt is there too. To chaperone. It goes well.)