Sunday, April 19, 2015
The Westeros Cup: the Iron Cup
Alone, but not free.
He had the power to order the courtiers out, that was new. He no longer feared the random cruelties of his brother, Joffrey. His mother might control everything but Margaery was opening his eyes.
But not free, never that.
He turned his back on the body and walked down the hall towards the great Iron Cup. Forged from the anchors of a thousand yachts, it was said, melted by the fire of the great dragon Balerion, hundreds of years ago.
His grandfather might be dead but his voice echoed in Tommen's head. "It is our Cup, it is ours by right, never to be lost."
Nothing was forbidden when it came to the Cup. "You race or you drown", so mother said.
He sighed and raised a hand to touch its surface. The harsh iron sucked the heat from his hand, ice cold that only dragon fire could warm.
He would never be free of the Iron Cup.