The start of Rose's adventure

Rose opened her eyes.

She was no longer in the Red Keep. In fact, she wasn't in Westeros at all. She was standing by the side of a cornfield, the breeze cool on her bare skin, the road hard against her bare feet. She looked down, and noticed something strange about the road.

It was made of yellow bricks.

She took a look around. She had absolutely no idea where she was. And she was naked. Luckily, there was nobody around to see her except for an old scarecrow.

But that could change. Somebody could come along and see her at any moment. Rose blushed at the thought. What would they think? Some ordinary farmer, coming up the road and catching her standing there stark naked in a public place for anyone to see? They'd be sure to think she was a pervert, or at least a very silly girl. It didn't bear imagining.

First things first. She had to find some clothes. Then she could start trekking across the Land of Fiction, trying to get back to the Red Keep. She had to free Clara. No doubt even now, that Alice was doing some positively dreadful things to her. Of course Clara hadn't always been very nice to Rose, but she was Rose's friend, and friends had to rescue friends when those friends were kidnapped by evil blondes. It was just that simple.

But clothes first. Rose couldn't stand the idea of walking all the way across the Land of Fiction stark naked, with no clothes on. She couldn't think of anything more utterly, totally embarrassing than other people seeing her naked.

She wished that Clara hadn't rewritten the rules of the entire Land of Fiction to make life as absolutely embarrassing and humiliating as possible for beautiful women, in terms of being constantly seen naked and tormented and made fun of. It was going to make her adventure a lot more difficult.

But there was nothing she could do about it now.

And at least the scarecrow had some clothes on. All she had to do was steal its tattered jacket, and then she'd have a tattered jacket. Not much, but a good deal better than being nude. Yes, Rose couldn't handle being nude in public a moment longer. She had to get that jacket right away.

She walked up to the scarecrow and looked it up and down, hands on hips, boldly confronting it. "You're not very smart, are you?" she said to it, reaching out to tweak its nose. At least there was one thing in the world she could get the better of. "Don't you know you look ridiculous like that?"

"Yeah?" said the scarecrow. "Well, at least I'm not standing around in the nude."

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Danaerys Targaeryn smirked as she marched through the streets of King's Landing, dressed in a flowing white robe, feeling pretty good about herself. "All hail the False Queen!" she shouted, giving another tug on the leash she held in her hand. "Come and see the False Queen! She used dark magic to steal the throne! Now watch as she is shamed before every man and woman in Westeros!"

"Shame!" the crowd shouted. "Shame! Shame! Shame!" They pressed forward to see Clara, whose face was flushed a deep crimson red as she stumbled along behind Danaerys, her hands bound behind her back and a wooden crown perched at a jaunty angle on top of her head. She was experiencing shame. Quite a lot of shame, in fact. Probably due to the fact that she didn't have any clothes on.

And Alice hadn't even put her in the Shame Room yet.