Kings Landing
Where the Tyrells merrily stomp Lannisters in the first
Tommen is crowned king! Making time to share several smiles
with Margaery of course. Cersei drops in for a chat, Margaery tries to be
nicely complimentary but Cersei hits with truth – her eldest son was a monster,
she knew it, Margaery knew it; Cersei loved him but his acts shocked her. Unlike
Tommen who is good and decent – who will need help to be a good king. And does
Margaery want to be Queen? Cersei plans to talk to Tywin if Margaery will talk
to her father (well, Olenna, let’s be honest). Margaery has a happy little joke
about Cersei marrying Loras – oh how close their families are coming
Cersei meets Tywin and they set the dates for the
marriages of Tommen and herself. Without the ridiculous parties this time.
Tywin, at last, acknowledges that Cersei doesn’t like them, but he didn’t like
Robert, Cersei’s husband. It’s about alliances not liking or trust – the only
people they can trust are they themselves. They need the Tyrells as the only
House that has the same level of resources as the Lannisters, especially since
the last Lannister gold mine, the very foundation of Lannister wealth, just ran
dry. Aaaand for extra funness, they owe the Iron Bank of Braavos a vast sum of
money they can’t pay back and there’s absolutely no way even the Lannisters can
wiggle out from under the Iron Bank’s debt. They need the Tyrell weddings – and
Cersei accepts that for the good of the family. Unlike her dastardly brothers –
especially Tyrion.
Cersei moves to the next judge – Oberyn – and they talk
about the loved ones they’ve lost, Tyrion’s guilt, Oberyn’s 8 daughters and
Myrcella, Cersei’s daughter, who is in Dorne. Oberyn assures Cersei they don’t
hurt girls in Dorne, a wiser and more cynical Cersei is sure they hurt girls
everywhere. And she has a ship to give her daughter, because why be a Lannister
if you can’t give lavish presents.
Vale of Arryn
Littlefinger leads Sansa to the Eyrie with a little
exposition about the place – including how absolutely no-one could possibly
conquer the fortress which is almost impossible to reach in the mountains. And
Sansa travels incognito, just in case. They arrive in the Eyrie to be greeted
by Lysa Arryn (Sansa’s aunt, Catelyn’s sister and Littlefinger’s betrothed) and
Robin Arryn (a child, current Lord of Arryn since his dad’s (the
Hand of the King before Ned Stark, killed by Cersei) death and not the most
well adjusted of kids) who views Littlefinger as a favoured uncle. Lysa greets
Sansa warmly, though cautions her against revealing who she is while in the
Eyrie. All very good – but Sansa then gets a glimpse of how her cousin isn’t
the most reassuring kid out there – and Lysa has a vast bitterness against the
Lannisters (calling Tyrion a “filthy troll” – though Sansa defends Tyrion who
never touched her and was forced to marry her himself).
Once Sansa is shuffled off with Robin, Lysa passionately
kisses Littlefinger – a gesture he doesn’t return with the same enthusiasm. She
wants to get married now now now, he wants to wait. In her passion and eagerness she describes
all the things she’d done for Littlefinger – including poisoning her husband
and telling Catelyn and the Starks the Lannisters did it. Whether she meant
that as a threat or she’s really hat daft, Littlefinger agrees to marry her
right away – and she announces, before the Septon et al, just how loud she
intends to scream when Littlefinger has sex with her
No pressure there, Petyr.
Which Sansa then has to listen to. Lovely. Later Sansa
and Lysa bond with old stories (including the pressure on Catelyn to be
beautiful so she could marry well) before Lysa derails into a complete rant
about Littlefinger loving Catelyn and protecting Sansa and evil sex and whether
Sansa has slept with Petyr – as Lysa becomes more agitated and ranting, Sansa
collapses into tears and cries about her own stupidity and inability to lie –
until Lysa comforts her. And reveals her plan – as soon as Tyrion is dead and
Sansa is a widow they will marry Sansa to Robin.
Oh Sansa, out of the frying pan and into the fire.









