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When Dany meets Jon Part 13

[EDITORIAL NOTE: Welcome back, folks. And to you new subs, welcome.  I hope you all enjoyed your summer. As I said the other day, this is going to be another twelve-part run, with at least on part coming out every week. I figure I’ll probably finish in October/November. A couple people have asked/complained about the way I tag. I think it’s pretty obvious why I’m doing it if you’ve been following this story at all, so I’m not going to come out and explain my logic. If it bugs you, block me. For the rest of you, enjoy and thanks for reading.]

“Don’t you see, Varys?” Littlefinger said, “They can’t kill me. Think, my friend. How would it look? Rhaeger’s son, the Stark daughter who betrayed her house by marrying a Lannister and then a Bolton, killing the first man outside of either family to learn the true parentage of the King of the North. They can’t kill me, Varys. The frail alliance they’ve put together would crumble. Look at them. They know it.”

Lord Varys turned to Sansa and Jon then looked back Littlefinger and smirked. “From where I’m standing, the Starks seem quite confident of their footing in this particular situation.”

It was strange to Sansa, seeing Littlefinger feebly pleading for his life like this. There was a time when the man’s mere presence, his confidence, his intellect, the air of danger about him, would’ve sent shots of heat through Sansa’s body so powerful she once feared she might die from them. Now Sansa felt the same way when she saw him as she did when she saw an ailing, ownerless dog.

This was who he was truly, she realized. The confidence, the intellect, the danger, they were part of a facade, very thinly veiled and barely covering this gangling creature underneath.

Jon stepped forward, peering at Littlefinger as if at any moment he might snap the man’s neck. “Have you nothing else to say for yourself, my lord? No defense of your actions?”

“Is there any that you would accept, Your Grace? My only defense is common sense. Be smart, Jon. I am of far better use to you alive than dead.”

Pathetic.

“I doubt that, Lord Baelish,” Sansa said. She turned to leave. As far as Sansa was concerned Jon needn’t bother beheading Littlefinger. She was perfectly content letting him rot away in this dreary cell atop Winterfell’s far tower. No windows, no lives nearby for him to manipulate and cast asunder.

Sansa was sure such a fate was worse than death for someone like Littlefinger.

As she walked down the steps and entered the bailey, Lord Varys and Jon caught up to her. Arya called out to Jon, and he excused himself so he could go greet her.

Lord Varys said, “Begging your pardon, Lady Sansa, but Queen Daenerys requested you come see her after we called upon Lord Baelish.”

Seven Hells, what did she want now? Sansa gave Lord Varys her most practiced smile, the one she’d perfected for Joffrey and Cersei and all the lords and ladies in King’s Landing. “Thank you, my lord. I will go to her at once. Excuse me.”

Sansa turned on her heel and headed for the Lord’s Chamber, the same Lord’s Chamber Jon had told the dragon queen was to remain unoccupied out of respect for Sansa’s parents.

Not but two days after that did Sansa catch that damned, bloody blond nymph and her lady-in-waiting Missandei walking about the room, covered in furs and talking about redecorating after she and Jon were wedded.

The very thought of her bedding Jon…

It was not that Sansa did not think the queen a good person. She was goodnatured and congenial and beautiful. She got on with Arya and Bran and Meera like they’d known each other all their lives. She treated Jon the way he deserved to be treated. But Sansa could not help hating the wench with every breath she took.

Queen Daenerys and Missandei were giggling and saying something about Jon when Sansa entered the Lord’s Chamber. She wanted to vomit.  “You wish to speak with me, Your Grace?”

The queen looked to her lady-in-waiting. “Leave us.”

Missandei curtsied. She was quite graceful, and intelligent. Under advisement from her ex-husband, Sansa had engaged Missandei in conversation during a feast in the Great Hall. It was a discussion for the ages. Missandei had seen much of the world, and her experiences with men were not unlike Sansa’s in many ways. It seemed, in Missandei, Sansa had found a kindred spirit. With so much turmoil in the world, she was thankful for that.

As Missandei closed the door,  Queen Daenerys said, “You still don’t like me, do you?”

“No, Your Grace, I mean…I do…like you…you’re a nice person…I just…”

Queen Daenerys rose from her chair, the chair Sansa and her mother often sat in and knitted. She strode over to Sansa, took her hands. “It’s all right. You don’t have to.”

She was such a curious thing, small and delicate, yet ardent at the same time. Sansa could never quite gain her footing around the queen. It didn’t help matters that the only other woman who had ever made Sansa so uncomfortable had also been a queen.

Sansa sighed. “I am trying, Your Grace. With everything that’s happened to my family…and now Lord Baelish, it’s–”

“Difficult to accept new people coming into your and Jon’s lives,” Daenerys said. “I, of all people, understand.” She looked Sansa square in the eyes. “We will get there, you and I. We must, for Jon.”

“Yes.”

The door swung open. “Mhysa, Lady Sansa,” Grey Worm shouted. “Come!”

Maester Samwell was waiting in the hall for them.

“What is it?” Sansa asked him as they ran.

“Jon and Arya and the Greyjoys.”

The fight had ranged all over Yara and Theon’s quarters. Chairs were overturned. The small dining table was in several pieces strewn across the floor. There were bits of torn bed sheets, stained with spatters of blood, everywhere. When Sansa and the queen came in, Jon was choking Theon from behind, and Yara and Arya were circling each other with their knives. All four had bloodied noses or lips or bruised eyes or cuts on their torso or arms.

The queen and Samwell and Grey worm were taken aback, but Sansa was hardly surprised. Jon and Arya had wanted a go at Theon the moment they had laid eyes on him again. For days it was all they could talk about, that and Robb.

Queen Daenerys said, “Jon, let. Him. Go.”

And Sansa said, “Arya, stop it.”

Jon whispered to Theon, “This who you are now? A ball-less twat so weak your sister has to do your fighting for you?”

Theon said, “You’re one to talk!”

Jon threw him at Yara.

The Starks and the Greyjoys moved to opposing sides of the space, Sansa and the queen between them. Arya said, “This isn’t over.” And then she and Jon walked out wiping their faces.

A Statement from the House Porticane

By decree of Lord Maxyn Porticane, Head of House Porticane of Gilneas, and in full cooperation with his sister Lady Adesha Porticane, one Alorne Porticane has been officially denounced and is neither Lady nor of House Porticane any longer, and such is filed in all official and legal capacities. Additionally, both remaining Porticane siblings have made this decision of heavy heart and with full knowledge that the one now to them known only as ‘Alorne’ has not only committed atrocious crimes toward they themselves, but also against the citizenry and its most innocent.

Lord Maxyn Porticane and Lady Adesha Porticane have been and will continue to be in full compliance with seeing the one known as 'Alorne’ to justice.

Please accept this public statement as statement to record so that all know that House Porticane would rather find itself ended in Honor, as both siblings go to serve Azeroth in duty against the Legion, should they not return victorious, than allow their House to fall into the proprietorship of that once-sibling - she who has proven herself to be a villain and engaged in heinous acts for which there is no forgiveness.

-Officiated 8/10

@ladyadeshaporticane @maxynporticane @ladylornporticane

(a statement published ICly at the request of the players above for plot purposes. :) )

This is the menu in the restaurant in the House of Lords. The cost of the food served is subsidised by tax payers to the equivalent of £84 per week per Peer. That’s more, just for food, than unemployed people on Jobseeker’s Allowance get to live on each week, which is £71. That is, of course, on top of the £300 per day attendance allowance that peers receive just for turning up.

This menu is set by the House of Lords refreshment committee, on which sits Baroness Jenkin, who recently suggested that the reason so many poor people are using food banks is that they’ve forgotten how to cook porridge, which only costs 4p a bowl. Clearly she’s not always quite so frugal when it comes to her food budget. Indeed, the House of Lords refreshment committee recently rejected a proposal to combine catering services for the Commons and the Lords to save money due to concerns that it would result in Peers having to drink inferior champagne.

It’s essentially a case of, “Let them eat porridge,” says Baroness Jenkin, while feasting on Foie Gras, Calves Liver and Compote of Berry Fruits, washed down with the finest champagne, all at our expense.

[source]

10

HEY there’s an updated version of this here!

Part 2 here.

Lots of people tell me that politics is boring and irrelevant. This makes me sad. Voting turnout in the UK has gone down massively and lots of my friends (who will be old enough to vote before the next General Election) tell me that they don’t care about politics or that they’re basically clueless. They scarcely know who the Prime Minister is in some cases. I’ve decided to try tackling this with a quick whiz around the best bits of the British political system!

anonymous asked:

I have a question about the United Kingdom? They still have kings and queens and stuff but they also have prime ministers and politicians and stuff? What roles do they play?

The monarchy doesn’t have any political power here. They are, however, still very wealthy and lead very privileged lives on account of their ancestry. They are celebrities, almost, and there is still a lot of interest in the monarchy. Many people here still support it because it is traditional. 

The Prime Minister has to be invited to step up to that role by the monarch (so right now Queen Liz 2), but that’s a formality really. The Queen is required to do that. She can’t really say no.  The royal family sometimes do charity work and meet members of the public and tourists, and some can be vocal politically, but they don’t have any official power in politics. (Thank goodness). 

I still think it’s wrong that we have a monarchy but at the moment they’re still about. I wish them no ill-will at all and I think Elizabeth 2 has done an excellent job, but it seems outdated and unfair that people can still be born into such privilege. It goes against what I want to see in modern Britain. I also think it’s pretty awful for those born into the royal family because they have no choice in the matter and instantly their whole lives take place in the public eye. They are instant celebrities. The unwelcome/illegal press attention led to the death of poor Princess Diana, so that’s an example of how awful people can get over the monarchy over here. 

Okay so then we get to the politics. Our UK parliament is made up of two separate houses or chambers: The House of Lords and a House of Commons. Together they make up all law/hear appeals/debate various issues. 

The House of Commons is for elected representatives, so the MPs we’ve chosen in each constituency. Right now we have a Conservative/Liberal Democrat coalition government. This means that the Conservative Party achieved the most elected seats in the House of Commons. (Our system is currently flawed so the Liberal Democrats, who were actually the third most popular party, had to decide whether to join with Labour (the second most popular party) in a coalition, making Labour the party in charge of the Commons, or join with the Conservatives (the most popular but without quite enough seats to be given an absolute victory). In choosing the Tories (that’s the Conservatives) the Liberal Democrats formed an alliance with the Conservative Party and therefore both parties currently run the country.) 

I think they run it very badly, but that is just my opinion, of course. I’m a raging lefty! 

But other parties still have some say depending on how many seats they won in the House of Commons. For example the Green Party is exceptionally well represented by Caroline Lucas, who was voted in as the MP for Brighton Pavilion. (Caroline is an absolute heroine and inspiration and you ought to look her up. She does brilliant work.)  There are also various Labour Party MPs that won seats (rather a few, second only to the number of Conservative elected MPs). Unfortunately UKIP (a party I find xenophobic) also have two seats in the House of Commons. That scares me, but it’s democracy I suppose and if the people voted for them then that result has to stand.

To show you what I mean here is a screenshot from www.parliament.uk

So there are a fair few parties mixed in there and all of the MPs that are elected may have their voices heard in the House of Commons. 

This is all vaguely democratic (although flawed and if I was in charge I would tweak the system for sure). 

But then you have the House of Lords, the second parliamentary chamber. They are not elected. For some reason I cannot fathom, whatever the House of Commons decides has to be okayed by this lot as well. If there’s real friction the Commons win the argument since they are elected, but I still find it all quite immoral. Now a lot of these members are good people and work hard. Many are ex-politicians. But there are still hereditary peers and Bishops that have their say here. That’s those born with a title, and obviously you know what Bishops are. 

I personally believe the House of Lords should be entirely elected, otherwise there is no point at all. And there certainly shouldn’t be hereditary peers making laws and being allowed into the very heart of government!

Anyway, I am sorry, I interrupted my explanation with my opinions. But I feel strongly about them so there we go. 

So what I am trying to say is that our parliament is made up of two Houses. One is the House of Commons. The other is the House of Lords. Together they make laws and govern Britain. 

The Queen has no political power. She is the Head of State. Technically she does have to approve every law before it is implemented, but she wouldn’t say no to a law. It’s more of a courtesy/tradition to ask her to approve it. No monarch has exercised their right to veto in 300 years, so there is little danger of that happening. 

I hope this helped in some way! British politics, eh! It’s a mess!

(But I hope we can sort it out soon.) 

Bonfire Night

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