Here's a small unedited excerpt of what to look forward to:
"You're not the queen I swore to serve anymore, Daenerys." Tyrion said as he threw the Hand of the Queen brooch to the ground.
Everyone grew silent as the brooch hit the ground. It sounded as loud as Drogon's roar. The dragon had jumped onto a part of the Red Keep that hadn't been completely destroyed. He roared loudly as he looked at Tyrion, but the Imp didn't move. At least he wouldn't face death as a coward.
"At least you're honest now, Lannister." Daenerys said as coldly as it was beyond the Wall. "At least we don't have to hide anything anymore."
"At least I'm not the one who burned down an entire city." Tyrion replied in the same tone. "Whatever else I have done in my life, I've never done that."
"The smallfolk weren't innocent. They knew full well that Cersei was using them as bait."
"They were stuck between two mad queens that cared nothing for them. You act as if they aren't fighting to survive. You act as if they have the time to spare to properly think about who sits on the throne."
"They could have left King's Landing."
"Could they? How do you know they weren't too poor to travel? Too sick? No where else to go? And you slaughtered them all!"
"Your Grace," Grey Worm said with the survivors walking nervously behind him. "What do you want done?"
"This is your chance. Prove that you aren't a monster." Tyrion begged.
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