Capítulo 30: Chapter 29 - Decisions
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~ Throne Room ~
"Welcome, Lords and Ladies of Westeros. It is unfortunate that in such a short amount of time, we have to bare witness to another trial of traitors. I hope this would be the last one for the near future and let us all hope for the best. Bring the criminals in!" Orys' voice boomed as he took his place on the throne and began the trial. The bastards of the Reach were going to be served justice today.
Soon, the guards began bringing in the Lords of the Reach, led by Renly, Loras and Mace Tyrell. Honestly, Orys did not know what he should do about them. For the Tyrells and Renly, the punishment was clear but the Lords of the Reach were only following their liege lord, so he was confused as to what he had to do.
But then he had a great idea from something he remembered his grandfather had once said. "Even though us Lannisters are the richest lords of the Seven Kingdoms, do you know why we only have 40,000 men at command? It is because we can't field all of them due to our mountainous terrain. This is why the Reach is the strongest Kingdom, and why every king before your father, favored them."
So, he thought, why not take that away from them?
"Lords of the Reach, except Mace Tyrell, step forward," Orys commanded, something that was soon followed. "Since you were only following the commands of your foolish liege lord, I shall not be executing any of you. However, you did rebel, which warrants strict punishments.
This is why, from today onwards, a large part of the Reach shall be distributed between various Kingdoms, and the Lord Paramounts of those Kingdoms shall be the ones you will report to from now on," Orys announced causing many of the Lords present in the Throne Room to smile. But the already pale faces of the Reach Lords, became ashen white at that. They really wanted to go back in time and strangle the fat piece of lard known as Mace Tyrell now!
"The area from Felwood to Ashford shall be a part of Stormlands from today. The Dornish region will now extend till the Three Towers. The area from Bitterbridge to Grassy Vale shall now be a part of the Crownlands while Old Oak and Red Lake will be a part of the Westernlands. Does anyone object?"
"No, Your Grace!" the Lords in the room resounded. They were very happy with the outcome since they all wanted a piece of the fertile lands of the Reach. They thought that they could easily replace the families that ruled those keeps, but Orys stopped their train of thoughts before it could take off.
"And one more thing. If any of the members are found dead, due to poison or assassination attempts, something that will be checked on by Maester Marwyn and Maester Qyburn themselves, the Lord Paramounts of those regions shall suffer from severe penalties."
This caused the Lords of the Reach to smile. At least they wouldn't have to worry about their families' deaths now. They all thanked the gods, but they should have thanked Margery the Harlot for that.
"Now, as for Mace Tyrell and Loras Tyrell. You both are primarily responsible for this ruckus. Hence, you shall receive strict punishments. Originally, you were going to be executed, but now thanks to Lady Margery, who offered herself as a hostage to allow the two of you to roam free, hence now you will have a choice, you can either go to the Wall, or retain your land but lose the position of Lord Paramount to Lord Tarly," Orys commanded, surprising everyone since they expected him to execute them straight away.
"I demand a trial by combat!" Mace Tyrell roared, seemingly forgetting that he was in no condition to fight or that he couldn't even afford a champion at the moment. But Orys wanted to prove a point.
"Hmm, sure. But my champion shall be the huge black dragon outside. The one that burned your forces. Vermithor, remember? Still want a trial by combat?" Orys announced.
Silence reigned supreme.
"Thought so," Orys said. Eventually, Mace Tyrell chose his life over his title, and chose the same for his son. The Tyrells were now only the ruling family of Highgarden.
"As for you Uncle Renly, I truly want to kill you, but I do not wish to become a kin slayer. The Wall shall be where you reside, alongside Ned Stark from now on," Orys said, a softer tone to his voice.
"As you wish nephew," Renly said, he was already grateful that he wasn't being executed. The Wall would at least let him live.
"The trial is over. We shall reconvene in the evening, since Jaime Lannister and Joffrey Baratheon still need to be tried," Orys spoke up, surprising everyone including his mother and uncle.
"Your grace, what are they being tried for? They attacked Ned Stark but he is a traitor to the realm now," Tywin Lannister tried to reason with his grandson.
"That is true, Lord Lannister. However, when he was attacked, he was still Ned Stark, Lord of Winterfell, Lord Paramount of the North and the Hand of the King. If they think they can get away with attacking important men, then they need to be re-educated," Orys said before he left the Throne Room, dismissing everyone.
~ A While Later ~
"Let me guess, you are here to thank me for what I did for your family?" Orys spoke up, as he removed his clothing, looking at the nude Margery Tyrell, seductively sitting on his bed.
"Yes, my king, please let me thank you properly," she said huskily, licking her lips as she saw his rod get hard.
"Very well, get to work, my pet," The King spoke up, as he the blond lowered her lips to his meat. Sounds of choking and gagging soon filling the room, followed by the moans of the Harlot of Highgarden.
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