"Well, we cannot release her, and I do not think she would be suitable for the Black Cells of the Red Keep," you say, "Perhaps we should simply continue to let her suffer this sort of **** embarrassment."
Margaery smirks. "I was hoping you might say that. Loras, the collar, please."
The Lord Commander of the Rainbow Guard proceeds to hand his sister the queen a metallic collar with a long length of chain attached to it. While Cersei is still gazing at the ground and sobbing into her gag whilst being held back by Brienne, Margaery comes forward and attaches the collar around her throat.
"There we are," she says mockingly as she tightens the device just enough so that Cersei can still breathe. "Now you're a proper dog, Cersei." She then takes a hold of the chain and yanks on it, causing the older woman to follow her with a grunt. "I hope you enjoy using your nappies, because that's all you'll be doing for the foreseeable future."
Cersei says nothing; she just allows herself to be led along in just her wet diapers. At the same time, the crowds begin to disperse and people are already going on with their everyday lives. At the same time, Joffrey's diapered corpse being taken away, likely to be discarded into the sewers or someplace else befitting of his new station.
"Well, Your Grace, what shall we do now?" you ask Margaery
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