Queen Cersei leaned forward in her throne, regarding the tiny flying speck in front of her. A helicopter, the Lilliputian had called it, a tiny machine with spinning blades on its top, from which a carriage was suspended like a piece of jewelry. Inside, the ambassador cowered, pleading the case for his nation.
It was all she could do to stop herself from snatching the ambassadors fly-sized contraption out of the air and crunching it in her fist, but she restrained herself, smiling inwardly. His proposal amused her. A desperate plea from a newly-discovered land that, for all its magical technology and sophistication stood to be crushed underfoot without her help. The power she held over them made her cunt ache.
The deal is done then; my champion against your champion. If you win, I will spare and protect your lands. If you lose, youre on your own. Ser Gregor Clegane will represent me. And you?
It was all she could do to stop herself from snatching the ambassadors fly-sized contraption out of the air and crunching it in her fist, but she restrained herself, smiling inwardly. His proposal amused her. A desperate plea from a newly-discovered land that, for all its magical technology and sophistication stood to be crushed underfoot without her help. The power she held over them made her cunt ache.
The deal is done then; my champion against your champion. If you win, I will spare and protect your lands. If you lose, youre on your own. Ser Gregor Clegane will represent me. And you?