Jon sees Queen Cersei

Leaving the pirates behind, Jon’s procession brought him up several flights of stone steps. Aleady, he could see that the Red Keep was much larger than the inner motte of Winterfell. Many gold and crimson banners lined the walls, many of which displaying fierce lions with sparkling fangs and claws. Bizzarely, some of the lions looked more like sphinxes with different blonde-haired human heads. Several lionesses bore the likeness of Cersei Lannister and the weavers had not skimped on drawing human tits under the torsos of the beasts, either.

It was almost enough to make Jon smile.

But then he heard the creaking of gates up ahead and knew that he was about to meet his fate.

Squaring his shoulders, Jon stood with his back straight and proud as his hands were untied from Melisandre; the other prisoners of war were being **** to either wait or were led down into the bowels of the bloodstained keep.

The walkway to the Iron Throne was bare and empty. Jon could hear the slapping sounds of sex from somewhere in the hall but the echoes were lost in the vaulted stone walls and ceiling. Jon’s bare soles slapped against the cold stone flagstones as he took a step through the gates. A shiver went down his spine.

Reclining on the throne, Cersei Lannister was waiting for him with a crown on her head and someone’s head bobbing up and down between her legs. Spotting a head of brunette hair in the Queen’s lap, Jon’s heart stopped for a moment as he feared that either Sansa or Arya were being **** to pleasure their deadly foe.

But neither had hair of that light a shade of brown. Comforted that it was someone he did not know being tormented, Jon stumbled towards his destiny.