One by one, the swords were drawn. "The King in the North!" the cry echoed, a defiant roar against the coming darkness.
"I don't care if he's a bastard," she declared, her eyes fierce. "Ned Stark's blood runs through his veins. He is my King, from this day until his last day!" GoTS06E10720pHindiDubbedVegamoviesnlmkv
A roar of emerald flame erupted from the earth, vaporizing the Sept, the Sparrows, and the Tyrells in a single heartbeat. From the Red Keep, Cersei watched the green mushroom cloud rise over the city, a glass of wine in her hand and a cold smile on her lips. She had traded her soul for a crown of gold and ashes. One by one, the swords were drawn
Inside the Sept, Margaery Tyrell felt the trap closing before anyone else did. She saw the empty seat where Cersei should have been. She felt the sudden, chilling realization that they were all rats in a cage. But the High Sparrow’s pride was his blindfold; he refused to let anyone leave. Then, the floor vanished. "Ned Stark's blood runs through his veins
The morning in King’s Landing was unnervingly quiet. For Cersei Lannister, this was the day of her reckoning—or so the High Sparrow thought. As the bells of the Great Sept of Baelor tolled, summoning the nobility and the Faith Militant to witness the trials of Cersei and Ser Loras Tyrell, a different kind of judgment was brewing beneath their feet.
And across the Narrow Sea, the water turned black under the shadow of a thousand sails. Daenerys Targaryen stood at the prow of her ship, her dragons circling above like living gods. The wind was at her back, the iron price had been paid, and at long last, the Stormborn was coming home.
Deep in the dark, forgotten tunnels of the city, the "little birds" moved with purpose. They carried torches through the damp gloom, their shadows dancing against walls lined with thousands of jars of wildfire. The green liquid glowed with a sickly, malevolent light, a legacy of the Mad King finally finding its purpose.