The throne room

Sansa blanched as she saw the great hall in front of her. The Iron Throne stood empty, gloomy and damning as it sat in judgement of her. Hadn’t she once wanted to sit upon that great and mighty seat?

But it was the other spectacles inside the hall that made her pale and cower back inside her box.

Cersei Lannister stood in the centre of the wall, wearing a simple red robe that was tied at the waist. The silk seemed to be a very flimsy garment for a queen; Sansa thought she could make out the Lannister woman’s dark nipples poking through the fabric and it was tied at her waist with a single cord.

On the dais behind Cersei, a woman covered in white liquid was being pounded by what could only be the Mountain who Fucks. Sansa felt her nipples stiffen as she realised that as well as being pounded, the unfortunate woman was also covered from head to toe in cum. She was lying in her back on a large flag that was probably there to protect the floor from the stains of bukkake.

With a moment of terrible realisation, Sansa realised that the cum-covered woman was being fucked on the Tyrell banner.