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[WOODS, DAY]
[Dogs bark and a woman laughs. Another woman breathes in panic, gasping for breath. RAMSAY and MYRANDA run together, holding hands. They each hold a bow as they run. They are happy, excited and enjoying themselves.]
"What is this?" Catelyn whispered with a frown. "Why are we watching the Bolton bastard and... whoever that whore is."
She remembered who the whore was. She just refused to acknowledge her.
"There must be a reason" Ned whispered. But even he was unsure why they were watching this.
[THEON limps behind them, trying to keep up. The hunting dogs continue to bark.]
"They're letting me run around free?" Theon asked in surprise.
"I wouldn't call that free" Yara said with a frown.
"I see no chains or a rope" Theon pointed out.
"No, but you know what they'll do if you try to escape. What's a bigger chain than fear?" Yara explained.
Theon frowned, head lowered and grumbled to himself.
[TANSY runs through the woods, the hunting dogs barking in pursuit. Further behind are RAMSAY, MYRANDA and THEON. RAMSAY notches an arrow. TANSY pauses at a tree, gasping for breath. RAMSAY's arrow strikes the tree, just inches from her face. She screams and begins running again. MYRANDA expertly notches an arrow and lets it fly. It flies past TANSY, who stumbles down into a muddy stream, gasping and screaming. She scrambles on all fours in panic and pauses to hide in the shadowed stream bed. She sobs. The hunting dogs come barreling down the stream bed towards TANSY. She shrieks and whimpers, and starts running once again. The dogs chase her through a small tunnel and back into the woods proper. MYRANDA lets another arrow fly, with concentration and precision. It hits TANSY in the leg, and she falls, sobbing. The dogs terrorize her. RAMSAY, MYRANDA and THEON catch up.]
"Good girls. Down, girls. Down. Well done. You, too."
"I only wounded her."
"You brought her down. That's what matters. A fine shot. Wasn't it, Reek?"
"A fine shot, master. My lady."
"Reek? Did he just call me Reek?" Theon almost shrieked in outrage. What the fuck kind of name was that?!
"Yes, and you responded to it" Varys answered. "And you called him Master... perhaps your torture has finally taken its toll on your mind."
A shiver ran down his spine. What else had this fucker done that Theon had not seen? Was his cock getting chopped off the last straw? Or was there more that happened after?
"I did whatever you asked."
"But you made Myranda feel jealous."
[MYRANDA lowers her bow, a bit taken aback.]
"Me jealous of her?"
"They don't even have a story set up" Oberyn snorted.
"My lord, please."
"You can see that your presence has become a bit of a problem."
[RAMSAY turns from jaunty to ferocious. At his command, the dogs tear into TANSY. She screams. THEON watches, dejected and powerless. Sounds of ripping flesh and TANSY screaming fill the woods.]
"What was the point?" Ned questioned, shaken up by how ruthless this bastard of Bolton was. "We already knew his nature, what was the point of showing this to us?"
"Ned, I'm a little surprised that you failed to notice it," Jon Arryn called and Ned turned to him with a frown.
"Missed what?" Ned asked.
"How thoroughly planned out all of that was.
"As if they've done this before to other people." Brandon the Elder said with a chuckle. "If you dig into it, you'll find people to speak against the bastard, meaning you'll have reason to accuse the bastard of whatever sick shit he's done and sentence him!"
"And tie it up to Roose Bolton, since that is his recognised bastard and there was no way he would not have known" Robb spoke with a grin. "We can rid of the Boltons with this!"
Ned thought for a moment, a small smirk on his lips. He understood, and now he plotted. His family would be safe this time...
[KING'S LANDING]
[PODRICK serves sausages to TYRION. JAIME sits at the table, uncomfortably.]
"You're not eating. Why is no one eating? My wife wastes away and my brother starves himself."
Sansa only scoffed at the comment. She was forced to marry the dwarf and lost her brother and mother not too long ago. Of course, she was wasting away and not giggling on wine.
"I'm not hungry."
"You lost a hand, not a stomach. Try the boar. Cersei can't get enough of it since one killed Robert for her."
Robert snorted. He didn't have a retort to that, because if the roles were reversed he'd probably do the same.
"A toast. To the proud Lannister children. The dwarf, the cripple, and the mother of madness."
[JAIME moves to raise his own cup, but knocks it over clumsily with his left hand.]
"You're not so uncoordinated with your left hand" Tyrion frowned.
"No, but I'm used to reaching things with my right" Jaime pointed out.
"And? You've held and drank shit with your left before."
"When he still had his right hand" Joanna interjected. "I read that a lot changes when you lose a limb. Your balance is off and you lose your sense of perception somehow. Not as bad as when you lose an eye, but the memory of having both limbs messes with how your body moves.
"Interesting" Tyrion muttered.
"I'll clean it up."
"No, I'll do it. Leave us."
[PODRICK exits, while JAIME places his cup right-side up.]
"It's only wine."
[He holds up his own cup and pours it out onto the table.]
"Bloody expensive one I'll guess" Gendry muttered. That was wasteful.
[JAIME sits back in resignation. TYRION stands and pours more wine.]
"I can't fight anymore."
"What about your left?"
"I can hold a sword, but all my instincts are wrong. How can I protect the king when I can hardly wipe my own ass?"
"You're the Lord Commander now."
"Oh! Congratulations on your promotion," Tyrion smirked, raising his glass as a toast.
Jaime smiled, but it did not quite reach his eyes.
"Command. Let others do the fighting. When was the last time Father used a sword?
"I'm not Father. I'm the Kingslayer. When people find out I can't slay a pigeon..."
"Train, then. Learn to fight with your other hand."
"With whom? You? Men talk. Soon as someone discovers I can't Fight, he'll tell everyone."
"You need a proper, discreet swordsman. As it happens, I have just the one."
[A ROCKY KING'S LANDING SHORELINE, DAY]
[BRONN appears, carrying some swords. He joins JAIME, who sits by the shore.]
"My brother tells me you can keep your mouth shut. Unusual talent for a sellsword."
"He tells me you shit gold just like your father."
[JAIME tosses a pouch of gold to BRONN. BRONN Pockets the gold.]
"You only have the one it seems" Jaime snorted.
"As long as he does the deed, I have no need for more" Tyrion smirked.