The Throne Room

[Erik]

"Isn't that pussy tree-worshipper Drumm already there? Don't tell me he fucked things up."

[Marie]

"Not as far as I've heard, but Prince Aldric needs to be taught a lesson about turning against his queen. He'll not like having his coast raided by your fearsome crews," Rhaenys said with the barest hint of a smile. Besides, there might well be a chance for plunder that your captains and men would appreciate."

[Erik]

"Drumm's taken Sunspear, has he not? That's about the only wealth in Dorne. Besides, my grandfather sacked their capital and harried their coasts decades ago. I'd prefer something new. The Mander, perhaps? Though I suppose Dawnrose hasn't shown his traitorous colors yet."

[Marie]

"Dawnrose does not concern me," Rhaenys said. "I have concerns about certain other areas, though. Seaguard is a worry so long as it remains in Mallister hands. Evict the Mallisters and seize their ships. If you can do that you may keep half the ships you seize and all the plunder. "

[Erik]

"As though we need Riverlander ships. We can simply burn the lot of them."

[Marie]

"More ships are always welcome," Rhaenys said. "You will not burn them. I'll take the lot if you don't want the offer I made you."

[Erik]

"Well, if you insist, but I do see one more problem with the offer." Ragnor replies with a knowing smirk on his face. "Namely, the fact that ten thousand Ironborn are currently dealing with your Goldcloaks and burning this abomination of a city, while a good number more are following me here to the keep to place you and yours under arrest."

[Marie]

Rhaenys felt sick. She had thought Greyjoy would prove loyal in the end. She almost reeled but strength of will held her upright even as she groped for the sword at her side.

"You bastard!" She snarled.

She drew Blackfyre and rushed Ragnor, aiming to take him prisoner.

[The Smith]

Milo Bettley slips into the throne room, and there is blood on his face.

[Erik]

Ragnor avoids her blows as best he can. Finger dancing practice had its uses. Helya Greyjoy and Octavian Coldiron attempt to disarm her, with as few bruises as possible.

"Now really, Rhaenys," Ragnor tells her has he steps backward, "This won't solve anything. You'll still be the bastard of an illegitimate royal line sitting on a chair built by tyrants."

[Marie]

"I will not have you tell me what I have a right to," Rhaenys snarled.

Meanwhile, Jeyne Ladybright came running with naked steel in her hand. She was followed by Mearn Merryweather. The Queensguard attempted to engage Helya and Octavian while Rhaenys swung Blackfyre at Ragnor. Ten Targaryen men attempted to surround the Ironborn.

[The Smith]

There is fighting in the hall outside the throne room.

[Sam]

Armand Royce makes his way to the throne room, after being released from the cells by several dozen Ironborn soldiers. He had been surprised to see his liberators, but they did provide an explanation for the sounds of battle he'd been hearing for the past several hours before being released. When he got to the Throne Room, he found Lord Ragnor Greyjoy, still bleeding from his wounds, issuing orders to his men.

"Lord Ragnor," he said with a slight bow of his head. "I thank you for my freedom," he added.

[Erik]

Ragnor is sitting on the steps up to the Iron Throne, cleaning his axe while a maester tends to his wounds.

"Nothing to it, Royce." Ragnor answers when he notices the man. "Hope the cells treated you all right. Where do you think you're headed from here?"

[Sam]

"I've had precious little knowledge of what has been going on outside that dank fucking hole. I'd heard that Horn Hill fell and my brother's wife was murdered, so he's probably in a rage somewhere, likely being a fool."

"What you plan to do with the capital now that it is yours?"