it rightfully was. These people would bow to her, these men and women and children would know her as their Queen and rightful ruler and there would be nothing in all of the Seven Kingdoms that would stop her, or inhibit her progress. She had travelled far and wide, studied under the greatest masters of countless arts, innumerable in her knowledge and willpower, and all she had to do now was conquer a kingdom without bringing an army into the wars that had already interrupted everything. That made her smile as she looked upon the great Keep that housed the current ruling family of King's Landing, and of course, their prisoners. Revai would come to their front gate soon, reveal herself to be the lineage of Garren, and of course, not be welcomed. Still. She smiled. This political machination, the manipulation, the meandering through polite conversation, the meaningless backstabbing and mournful accusations from the entirety of Westeros, would all very soon, become completely irrelevant. O Death...O Death...Won't you spare me over another year. Well, what is this that I can't see, with ice cold hands takin' hold of me? When God is gone and the Devil takes hold, who will have mercy on your soul? No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold, nothing satisfies me but your soul...O Death...Well I am Death, none can excel, I'll open the door to heaven or hell. O Death, O Death, My name is Death and the end is here. Re: In The