King's Landing is now a free-use city

A solitary bell tolled on the empty and dusty streets of King’s Landing. A cock crowed in answer to the ringing chimes as the capital city of Westeros came awoke beneath a red, bloody sunrise.

Cawing in challenge to the new dawn, a raven flew over the streets as enterprising merchants opened their doors and exhausted brothels threw out their last remaining customers. A scaffold stood at every crossroad, a raised dais where every day new enemies of the crown were fucked and displayed.

The Black Dragons, muscled men in loincloths, were emptying the stockades of their cum-stained captives. Shivering and clinging to each other, the nude bodies of Loras and Margaery Tyrell had to be removed from their bondage with a crowbar. Both winced and cried out as they were roughly pulled from the stocks: their nipples had been connected together with clamps and chains, while similar clamps had tied Loras’ testicles to Margaery’s buttplug. Sihtric and Finan, two figureheads of the Black Dragons, shook their heads as they roughly each slung a naked Tyrell over their shoulder.

The Queen and Crown Prince had been particularly vicious in their punishments as of late.