Chapter 147 - Home sweet home (VIII)
"I underestimated the patience of those arrogant clerics." Daenerys, watching the Septan's head roll onto the execution platform.
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In the square in front of the Great Sept of Baelor, Daenerys was sitting on a chair next to her mother, watching the people huddle below. A smile appeared on her lips. The execution of the Septan was about to begin, as was the spectacle she had prepared especially for the Faith of the Seven.
"What do you think will happen, Mother?" Daenerys asked with a smile, looking at the crowd gathered below the execution platform.
"Obviously, the man called the High Sparrow will intervene in the execution," Rhaella replied in a calm tone. She glanced at the two dragons standing not far away. They were there in case things got out of hand at the intense moment of the spectacle that was about to begin.
At the same time, around three thousand soldiers surrounded the square, all ready to retaliate at any sign of mutiny on the part of the Faith of the Seven.
Daenerys nodded and didn't hide the smile on her lips. She was really looking forward to cleansing King's Landing of those damned arrogant, cruel and murderous Septons. Every brother, sister, cousin or any other relative had to be avenged. No matter what, she would make the Faith of the Seven regret ever having existed.
But if there was anyone in the world who hated the Faith of the Seven even more, it was Rhaella. Only a parent knows the pain of losing a son or daughter. All the sons and daughters who had died before her, all the miscarriages she had suffered... She remembered each one. The memories were so vivid that she could never forget her dead sons and daughters.
Rhaella considered herself a cold and controlled woman, because if she had the explosive temperament typical of the Targaryens, she would have ridden into Vermithor and flown to Oldtown to set fire to the whole town, reducing it to ashes until no one was left to tell the tale. All to avenge his sons and daughters.
So if there was anyone who wanted the Faith of the Seven to dare move, it was Rhaella herself. The pain, hatred and resentment bubbled up in her chest, threatening to explode at any moment. And when they did, everyone would see what a truly furious woman was.
While Daenerys and Rhaella talked, Aurane brought the chained Septan to the execution platform. To make things even more dramatic, Daenerys had ordered the Septon to wear extremely expensive and luxurious clerical robes, highlighting the extraordinary status of the man who was about to be beheaded.