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Prologue
They have never seen anything like this before, never in their pathetic and insignificant lives. Such a wonder. Such a special thing. So wrong and twisted, floating in the water like it couldn’t move.
No matter, everyone loves him. The audience erupts in horrified gasps, but Pharo knows it’s intrigue, in truth. He has shown them something they would have never expected, and they love it. He feels it in their hearts, their souls and bodies shaking only from seeing this little thing he brought before them.
The ones on the balcony, They are impressed too. All wide eyes and lips rounded in shock. In surprise. In amusement. His hard work paid off. He did well.
Though, Melissandre doesn’t seem to approve much. She sneaked inside the tent in the middle of the second act and burned holes in the back of his head with how much she stared at him. Now her eyebrows are drawn together in a frown, mouth thinned to a line of disgust and disapprovement.
He rolls his eyes. Whatever. Who gives a fuck what Melissandre thinks, anyway? But the tarot card she holds up in her hand catches his attention. She is gripping it so tight, the pads of her fingers are turning white.
What a curious thing, Pharo thinks.
Death.