Light in the courts (Open)

[Torin Lannister]

'Presenting Lord Torin Lannister, Warden of the East'

Torin had been back in King's Landing for three days, he had slept well, eaten his fill, drunk wine. Now it was time for him to get down to business. He had made plans that he would stand before the Iron Throne for his return to be formally recognized but also for a matter he wished to petition.

Although he was adorned in armour as he entered the Throne Room, it was not his usual plate armour. That was too heavy to be casually worn. Instead he opted for a breastplate with enameled scales. The entire thing was a fantastic red with gold and orange clasps and details upon the chest. A lion enveloped in a ring of fire. A great cloak hung from his shoulders. It was a red that matched his armour. Though a cloak had a hood as part of it. He was worn down.

A hundred tongues were wagging as he moved in. The Red Keep was always full of courtiers and loved nothing more than a good gossip and his return had brought with him a woman that favoured red. Was Torin wearing the Lannister colour? or something different?

The largest Lion of Lannister crossed the long hall of the Throne room until he was at the appropriate spot to address King Joffrey. "Your Grace, I would offer you my sword to deal with the King-in-the-North, but it has left my hand." his voice boomed across the hall with renewed confidence. "Ser Illyn Payne, the Stark sword. If you would." his gaze turned to the mute headsman. There would be something appropriate about taking Robb's head with his father's sword. They'd be learning soon enough the mistake of entering the Westerlands.

The former Captain of the Guards to Tywin descended the steps and unstrapped the greatsword he wore over his back before offering it to the Warden of the East. It was good to have a proper weapon at hand again.

"But there is another matter I would raise." indeed there was. When one discovered a falsehood, it was required that they set it right.

[Cersei Lannister]

Cersei stood in her place as Qeen Regent. Her eyes scanned over the crowd of arse kissers and money eaters. Not a one of them to be trusted save for Jaime. Her glance rested on Joffrey and she wanted nothing more than for him to fall ill so that he may be removed from the Iron Throne if for only a moment. The boy had grown wild and un-controllable. He scared her at times. Then he would turn into her sweet and docile eldest son. He was a treasure to be sure. Her blonde hair laid about her, various braids adorning throughout. She chose a dress of scarlet and deep purple today, long and slim. She would never allow herself to be like the other ladies of marriage had eventually taken themselves. Either too big or too little. No, Cersei needed to stay pleasantly alluring for her dearest lover.

A small smile played on her lips as her second favorite brother entered the hall. He was handsome,no doubt he was a Lannister. His blonde hair was sheening as only a Lion's could. Her smile tightened however when she noticed his choice of adornment today. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she awaited his second message, worrying what her middle brother had in mind for the Hall today...

Her thoughts were racing slightly. Most new news was brought to her directly, or at least to the small counsel. She had people to find out what was going on. Cersei hated being surprised, that was a known fact. And here her brother had another matter at hand. She only hoped he un-veiled a hidden prisoner. A present for dear Joffrey to lay upon a spike.

[Joffrey Baratheon]

Joffrey sat upon the Iron Throne, a look of boredom on his face, but slight interest twinkling in his eyes. He was wearing a gaudy red robe, wrapped with a black sash. His crown tilted slightly on his head as he shifted, trying to gain comfort on the throne built to oppose just such a want. He was in a rather foul mood. His mother was chiding him for everything these days, and Tywin was treating him like a child. Uncle Jaime was in a generally foul mood. Couldn't they see he'd done the right thing by killing Eddard Stark? The North had probably been planning to rebel from the start. He'd just stunted their plans. They should all be begging him for forgiveness, telling him how glorious he was.

He returned his attention to Torin and spoke.

"Uncle. You have taken my sword. What else would you ask of me? " He kept his voice on edge. He was upset as it was, and he had liked Ice. It had beheaded his enemies quite nicely, and he liked the way Valyrian steel cut through skin.

[Torin Lannister]

"Only so that I might vanquish your foes in the droves. The Northmen use their foul sorceries to turn into wolves and cannibalize the dead! It is only fitting this sword brings them ruin." The comment on the turning into wolves and eating the dead was of course said for the many that occupied the throne room, the courtiers and petitioners. Stories of the Northmen's barbarism and wolf nature had been coming in for weeks and months. All the better to use it and further remind everyone what foul men they, but noble knights like Lord Torin and the brave commonfolk that made up the Westerland armies that were fighting and dying.

"As you are aware I escaped the rebel and traitor Stannis. But I did not do it without assistance. At night I was visited in my dreams by a God. The God of Flame and Shadow, the Heart of Fire. R'hllor is his name! that would not be a popular statement among the crowds. Despite the efforts of Thoros of Myr King's Landing was the center of The Seven. "I understand such a thing would brand me a heathen in the eyes of the Seven and such a thing shall not make me a loved man, but R'hllor provided me the means to escape and here I stand. Free and ready to put down the enemies of the Crown." He had something else however, something that might appeal to the King a little bit more, but it was not for the ears of all. Slow steps carried him towards the Iron Throne "Your Grace, R'hllor has brought me, a sure sign of blessing to the rule of the one true King of Westeros! Joffrey Baratheon. While the Seven offer no support, the Septons serve only to remind us of our duty to them in this time of war." as the largest lion of Lannister orated his point, directing what he was saying to Joffrey but occasional turning his head to face the assembled courtiers.

When he was close enough the Lord of the Vale arched forward, leaning down so he was within whispering distance of his King. "The Great Sept of Baelor holds the Crown to millions of dragons worth of debt. Allow me to seize it and install Red Priests of R'hllor. In one move you shall free the crown of that debt mark your place in history as the King that freed the people from false Gods." Torin had never cared for the Seven, Tywin didn't care about the Seven, Jaime, Cersei & Tyrion never cared for the Seven. He was rather sure Joffrey never cared for the Seven. Despite what he could provide, he was rather sure they would no care for R'hllor....but freeing the Crown from a significant portion of its debt. That had benefits even the most apathetic of men could see.

With the little tidbit on the finacial benefit of removing the faith of the seven from power, Torin stepped down from the position of the Iron Throne, back beyond where the wall formed by the King's Guard. "What say you Your Grace? Shall we give the people the Light of R'hllor?" for some the faith in the Seven was very important but many in King's Landing that had positions of authority and wanted better ones would jump to which ever opinion would please the King the most in hopes it would earn his good graces. It was the case when they wished to bring replace Margaery with Sansa and it would be the case with replace the Seven with the Lord of Light. They would all play their part.

[Cersei Lannister]

Utter rage washed over Cersei's face. What was her little brother thinking. No doubt she was quite happy that her brother had escaped the clutches of the only stag left but he had become utterly blind. Who was feeding him all of these lies? Who had cast a red glow over all that Torin saw? His outfit was now cast in perfect light. How dare he stride into the hall and spit this trouble out before them. Before Joffrey who could nigh understand what was happening.

Cersei regained most of her composure and and took a deep and slow breath. Her eyes moved, un blinking unto Torins large form. "Ser Torin, what is the meaning of this?" Cersei was more than sure that she spoke for most, if not all of the court. Torin only proved more trouble upon his return, it would seem. She would have toconduct a private session with him, shake his head of this red nonsense.

[Joffrey Baratheon]

Joffrey tilted his head, thinking. Replace the Seven? It would mean he would no longer have to listen to that idiotic High Septon prattle on and on, or listen to Tommen sing that stupid song of the Seven. And then there was the debt. Oh, the debt. His father had spent thousands on his whores and banquets and feasts. Money of the Realm, wasted. If he could free the crown from such debt, the people would love him. He would be able to muster an army to crush the wolves and lay Stannis low. He would rule as the greatest king since the first of the Dragonkings, Aegon. He would make them love him. He looked down at his Uncle, a slight smile spreading across his feautures. His eyes twinkled with possibility.

Then his mother spoke.

"Ser Torin, what is the meaning of this?"

Her voice jolted him out of reality. He scowled, and made his decision.

"Mother, shut up. Uncle....I permit your plan. Bring the Seven down. Install...Rhellor, was it, as God of The Seven Kingdoms. Take away our debt, and bring me the head of the false king, Robb Stark. And as for Stannis...burn him with his own God" Joffrey stood up in front of the shocked court and raised a gloved fist, his eyes focused to Torin. "R'HLLOR"

Slowly, but hesitantly, the court began to echo the boy king, their murmuring turning into chanting, those who did not wish to join spurred on by those who did, and by the sight of Ilyn Payne grinning and admiring his new blade, a heavy longsword he had grabbed from a gold cloak.

"R'hllor! R'hllor! THE LORD OF LIGHT!"

Joffrey smirked. He had always liked fire.

[Torin Lannister]

The transition from the faith of the Seven to the Light of R'hllor would certainly be painful for King's Landing. But it was nothing more then a growing pain. It would be for the benefit of the people in the end. Queen-Regent Cersei wanted to know the 'meaning' of it, but the King gave his blessing. Torin just gave his dear older sister a smirk before returning his attention to the King. "By your will, Your Grace." the Lord of the Vale gave a deep bow before rising and turning to depart.

Once he was outside he sent word that Lady Halaevia was to be brought to the Great Sept of Baelor at once. Meanwhile he was greeted by the thousand Redcloaks he had assembled in preparation for his planned. They lined the streets in perfection formation. Adorned in his armour and with Ice over his back he lead them to up to Visenya's Hill, at its peak was the great Sept.

When he could see the first Septons, he was rather sure they had an idea of what was coming. What else would such numbers be marching on them? The Recloaks continued to march in formation. Twenty rows of fifty men they marched. Most would not be required to take the Sept, but keep them ignorant peasants in check. Some would threaten riot. The largest lion of Lannister signal from rows one through ten and ordered them on the Sept. "Arrest them all. Then prepare Pyre's for the Seven." The False idols would need to be burned of course. It was only right.

[Halaevia Baratheon]

Halaevia Baratheon and her little cluster of Redcloak guards arrived at the sept not long after Torin's forces had assembled. The messenger had found her seated in a small sunlit courtyard that was close to her room. While she was now well-rested and recovered from her arduous journey to King's Landing, she was still uncertain of her status there and thus more than a little cautious. She supposed that she would have been admitted to court, had she made the attempt to attend, but she had no intention of doing so. There was too much that could go wrong, and too little to be gained by it.

When she was found, then, her first response was to refuse to go anywhere near the Great Sept of Baelor. She didn't actually know what clerics of the Seven did to those they considered heretics, but undoubtedly it was unpleasant enough that she had no intention of finding out. She had protested, had demanded to speak to Ser Torin - and it was only then that the messenger saw fit to tell her that it was on Torin Lannister's order she was being sent for, that he had declared for R'hllor in sight of the entire court. The turnabout in Halaevia's line of thought was instant, and soon she was hastily departing for Visenya's Hill.

The takeover had already begun by the time she reached Torin himself; there was no need to ask him if what she had been told was true. Halaevia stood there, in her borrowed gown of dark red wool, her hair pinned up in braided coils, and watched as Torin's soldiers began to cleanse the magnificent building of the false gods that had been revered there, and for the first time since Dragonstone she felt hope.

'Ser Torin.' Her eyes shone as she took in the details of his new armour. 'Praise be to the Lord of Light, you are a man of your word and his true Champion. Through your courage the Light of R'hllor will shine truth on King's Landing.' In the back of her mind she knew that it didn't excuse all that he had done, but in the triumph of the moment she found that little else mattered. His accomplishment spoke for itself.

[Cersei Lannister]

As Joffrey made the command Cersei bit her tongue so hard she could taste the blood. Joffrey was officially out of her control. She knew it was a time coming, there was no denying it. And with their father back it was perfect timing. She would look such the fool. Particularly after Torin's newest phase. At least she had that to hide under. Glaring at her eldest son, Cersei waited for her brother and the Baratheon bitch to leave before she stood up herself and leaned close to Joffrey, looking to peck him upon the cheek. Instead she leaned close, her voice barely a whisper, "Remember who placed you upon that Iron shard, sweet boy."

With that she pecked his cheek and then walked out of the hall herself, seething with rage. This would not make the people happy. They would not rally behind a king who slaughtered innocents due to their religion. Cersei followed her brother and the Baratheon girl, watching the chaos unfold, her head a swarm of thoughts. Making her way beside her brother, opposite the dark haired woman she asked in a low voice, "Has father heard of your newest trend, brother?" she asked steadily and softly, her eyes never leaving the madness before them.

[Joffrey Baratheon]

Court did not last for long after that. Most of the nobles wanted to go see what Torin had done, and Joffrey was eager as well. The one or two people that dared approach with a petition or a claim found themselves spending a night in the dungeons. Hism other's words chilled him, but he shrugged them off. She was just jealous of what he was doing. She couldn't understand. She would in time. He'd make her.

The King of Westeros rode forth, the heart of a small crowd of thronging nobles, as he rode to the Sept to view to the death of an old religion and the birth of a new. A smile smirk graced his face. He could se what they were doing. Trying to control him. Well, they couldn't. He was a king. And he would let everyone know thus, starting by imposing his will on the religion of the land.