Olenna Redwyne had thus far endured a somewhat torrid time in the wake of Robb Stark's murder, and this had all been compacted by the untimely loss of her grandson and guardian, Loras.
"I was deeply grieved to hear of your grandson's passing," Petyr Baelish informed her solemnly, "Loras was a true hero of the realm".
"Pshaw," she rebutted, "He was a jumped up dandy who was good with a sword and little else".
Still, she missed him. She took a bite from the lemon cake she held and looked around the room at the guards in attendance.
"Was all this really necessary?" she asked him.
"One can never be too careful," he explained, "These are dire times and the Lannister guards are forever on the move. Don't you feel safer?"
She supposed she did.
As if on cue, the door to her chambers opened and men in Lannister red enter.
"Stand aside, Lady Olenna," their leader informed her, "Littlefinger here has been called to answer for his crimes".
"This is an outrage!" she began, but Baelish raised a hand to quiet here.
"My friend," he began, "I'm sure you'd rather be at one of my pleasure houses with a glass of wine in your hand and a pretty thing bouncing up and down on your balls, wouldn't you?"
The leader of the guards looked at his companions and then nodded.
"Good," Baelish said with a grin, "Kill her before you go".
The Lady Olenna Redwyne barely had time to react before a dozen spears pierced her aging frame.
afinalsin666 is dead. He was Olenna Redwyne, House Tyrell Aligned Queen of Thorns.
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"Tell it again," Joffrey Baratheon demanded of the guard captain, "Did she say anything when your men killed her?"
The guard captain sighed and began his retelling of the Olenna Redwyne murder again. The King did not seem at all bothered by the fact they'd murdered her instead of their intended target.
"No, sir," he confessed, "But she did make a kind of mewling, cat sound".
"I love it!" Joffrey roared with laughter and flipped a purse to the guard.
"You've done well," he said, "Go enjoy yourself at the kingdom's cost".
The guard nodded.
"Thank you, my king".
The door closed behind him, but Joffrey realized immediately that he wasn't alone. A small, scruffy boy stood in the shadows.
"Who in hell are you, boy?" the king demanded, "I'll have your head off for trespassing!"
"Joffrey. The Hound. Queen Cersei. Sir Ilyn Payne..."
Joffrey screamed. He screamed a lot more before she finally let him die.
"This is for the butcher's boy. It's for my father and my sister and my brother. But if I'm being honest," she grinned, "It's for me as well".
Bazzi is dead. He was Joffrey Baratheon, House Lannister Aligned King of the Seven Kingdoms.
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The Lady Margaery Tyrell had thus far managed to stay apart from the bloodshed and chaos that had riven the land, but there was no mistaking the pounding on her door and the great, bear of a man who came in.
"What is the meaning of this?" she demanded of the man with the black cloak of a Night's Watch man.
"I'm sorry, m'lady," the man apologized with genuine sadness, "But this must happen for the good of the realm".
He ran his knife across her throat.
Scott Gourley's Lovechild is dead. He was Margaery Tyrell, Seven Kingdoms Aligned Widowmaker.
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Across the Narrow Sea, the disgraced knight found himself under attack from the newly raised knight from the old kingdom.
Both men were evenly matched, but the sellsword's speed was not enough to make up for the gulf in skill. Ser Jorah had won the melee once before, and his superior skill at arms was enough to save his life.
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Locke picked his way through the undergrowth in search of his latest quarry. His lord had thus far shielded him from suspicion and he'd done Lord Bolton's bidding as best he could.
Tonight's target was just up ahead, but large shadows fell across the party as they made their way towards the campsite.
"Is that...?" one of them asked and screamed as a lance of flame took him in the chest.
"Dragons!" somebody shouted, "Dragons!"
All around him was chaos, but his eyes were fixed on the terrible winged thing that descended upon him from on high.
The Dragons had returned and Locke was but a morsel in their mighty maws.
Apey is dead. He was Locke, Usurpers Aligned Mercenary.
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The cold followed in Roose Bolton's footsteps as he moved about the icy quiet of The Aerie. His quarry, one of the wolf pups that had so far managed to elude him, was hiding somewhere inside.
The cold was unnatural, but he would not be swayed from his task. Just like Robb and the Lady Catelyn, Sansa had to die.
He found her asleep in a bed of furs. For a moment, he contemplated sating himself upon her, but there was too much of his bastard in that thought. He contented himself with cutting her throat and watching her blood stain the pristine white sheets.
SGB is dead. He was Sansa Stark, Seven Kingdoms Aligned Unfortunate Teen.
When the White Walkers came, Lord Bolton was already gone. They found only a cold, dead corpse.
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