It was well into the night in King's Landing. The sun had set hours ago, and the torches in the council room were flickering. King Robert had left hours ago to go hunting in the godswood, trusting his loyal subjects to sort this problem out themselves.
The nine lords being placed together in one room brought up old grudges that had long been forgotten. Varys and Littlefinger stood by, shaking their heads at the decline in civility among the lords. These were the finest Lords of Westeros, yet they were completely flabbergasted as to who was the most treacherous among them.
Finally, King Robert returned from his hunt, drunk on wine. "Who dares to steal my kingdom from me!" He shouted in a booming voice. "I want answers!"
There was a hushed silence among the lords, as they stared at one another. Suddenly, all at once, they began to shout and point fingers.
Varys quickly stepped forward. "My liege, I believe we have an answer. There are five who believe Faust to be one of the traitors."
King Robert, with much effort, stood from his throne. "I never trusted you Ironborn lot, anyways. I should have killed all the Krakens when I had the chance!" Faust was held down by the other lords, and King Robert raised his blade. With a swift motion, the blade went through Faust's neck.
Varys quickly stepped forward, to look through the possessions of the fallen lord. He opened up a letter, and read it. He then turned to Robert.
"I have bad news, my lord. It appears that Balon Greyjoy was loyal to our cause. He had no special powers, but he was true to the Iron Throne.
King Robert stood up, furious. "GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" he bellowed at the remaining lords. The lords quickly left for the night, but as they did, two of them shared a knowing glance and a smile.
Faust, also known as Balon Greyjoy, Vanilla townie has been lynched.
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