[King's Landing]

Today was the day of her trial, which was to be held in the Sept.

Cersei was standing on her balcony, looking out across King's Landing at the Great Sept of Baelor.

In their respective chambers, Tommen and Margaery were being dressed by an attendant.

In his prayer room, The High Sparrow dressed himself in a roughspun tunic, sliding his hands through the sleeves one by one.

The attendant placed a large golden necklace around Tommen's neck, before placing his crown atop his head as he stared out the window.

The handmaiden finishes tying Margaery's dress and fixed her hair.

A pair of Faith Militant men open the main door to the Sept, allowing a crowd of nobles to filter inside.

Loras sat in the back of his cell, muttering to himself. Lancel and two other Faith Militant entered, causing Loras to cower. The Faith Militant took hold of Loras.

The High Sparrow and six other septons entered the Sept, walking down the steps. Margaery appears in the crowd beside her father, Mace. She and the High Sparrow exchanged a glance as he walked by.

The High Sparrow and the other septons occupied seven chairs seated in a circle around the central chamber of the sept, and Margaery looked around at the crowd.

Tommen was sitting in a chair in the center of his room, looking out the window, when his attendant entered.

"Your Grace. The trial will be getting underway soon."

Tommen didn't reply and the attendant left.

A handmaiden connected a golden chain between two golden shoulder fastenings on Cersei's dress, then placing a ring on Cersei's middle finger.

Lancel and a group of Faith Militant ushered Loras into the sept and down the steps. His hair has been shaven. Margaery stared at him. The Faith Militant led him to the center of the room and moved away.

The High Sparrow stood. "Ser Loras Tyrell. Are you prepared to stand trial and profess your guilt or innocence before the Seven?"

"There'll be no need for a trial. I confess before the Seven and freely admit to my crimes."

"To which crimes will you be confessing?"

"All of them. I lay with other men including the traitor Renly Baratheon."

The crowd murmured.

"I perjured myself before the gods. I am guilty of depravity... dishonesty, profligacy, and arrogance. I see that now. I humble myself before the Seven and accept whatever punishment the gods deem just."

"The gods' judgment is fierce, but also fair. The Warrior punishes those who believe themselves beyond the reach of justice. But the Mother shows her mercy to those who kneel before her."

Loras kneeled. "I take full responsibility for my many sins and unburden myself of my desires. My only remaining wish is to devote my life to the Seven. May I be a living example of their grace for others to witness."

"You understand fully what this means?"

"I do. I will abandon the Tyrell name and all that goes with it. I will renounce my lordship and my claims on Highgarden. I will nevr marry and I will nevr father children."

"Brother Loras..." The High Sparrow began.

Loras started to cry.

"...I ask you to dedicate your life to the seven gods."

The High Sparrow touched Loras' face, causing Loras to look up at him.

"Will you fight to defend your faith against heretics and apostates?"

"I will."

The High Sparrow smiled, nodding. Two Faith Militant approached Loras and took him by the arms. A third approached him from behind, drew a knife, and began carving the mark of the Seven into Loras' forehead.

Mace stirred. "No, I can't let them..."

Margaery blocked her father with her arm. "Faith is the way, Father."

They watched as Loras winced.

The handmaiden finished dressing Cersei and stepped away from her.

Tommen heard someone approaching his chambers once more.

"All right. I'm ready."

Tommen stood and turned around, only to find Robert Strong standing in the doorway.

"I have to go, I'm-- I'm late for the trial."

He walked towards Robert, who puts his hand on his shoulder, blocking his path.

The Faith Militant finished carving Loras; forehead. Kevan Lannister watched from the crowd as Margaery made her way to the floor in front of the High Sparrow.

"You mutilated him. You gave me your word."

"I've kept my word. Once the queen mother's trial is concluded, Brother Loras is free to leave."

"And where is the queen mother?"

"Her litter nevr left the Red Keep." Lancel informed them.

"It appears the queen mother doesn't wish to attend her own trial." The High Sparrow commented.

Indeed, she didn't. Instead, Cersei poured herself a glass of wine.

Go to the Red Keep and show her the way." The High Sparrow ordered Lancel who nodded and exited with several Faith Militant.

Unaware, Cersei walked out to the balcony with her glass of wine.

Lancel emerged onto the steps with the Faith Militant when he noticed a boy running down the steps. The boy looked over his shoulder at Lancel.

"Get the others." He ordered and the other Faith Militant dispersed. Lancel looked over the railing and saw the boy enter a door at the foot of the steps.

Lancel ran to the door the boy entered and entered. It led to a tunnel. Lancel saw the boy running down the tunnel with a lit torch, starting after him.

A young girl opens the door to Qyburn's lab and led Pycelle inside. Pycelle looked around, thoroughly confused.

Pycelle walked down the steps and into the lab, then turned around to see Qyburn sitting in a chair behind him.

"Where's the king?"

Qyburn stood. "Elsewhere, I'm afraid."

"What's the meaning of this? I was told that-I have more important things to do with my time than waste them in the presence-"

"Please, Grand Maester. I bear you no ill will. Please forgive me if you can."

Pycelle turned around and a young boy emerged from the shadows with a knife, before more children brandishing knives appeared.

The girl who led Pycelle into the room brandished a knife.

"This pains me, my lord. Whatever your faults, you do not deserve to die alone in such a cold, dark place. But sometimes before we can usher in the new, the old must be put to rest." Qyburn told him.

The children converged on Pycelle who slapped one of them but was quickly overwhelmed. The children stabbed him repeatedly with their knives, killing him, as Qyburn stood watching.

Lancel continued to follow the boy through the tunnels, running after him down the tunnel after the boy.

He turned a corner, only to find a smaller tunnel. He got down on his hands and knees and began crawling through it.

Lancel happened upon the boy's torch and raised it. "The longer you wait, the worse it'll be for you."

He spied a side passageway lined with barrels. Unfortunately for him, this distraction allowed the boy to sneak up on him and stab him in the side. Lancel yelled and fell to the ground, allowing the boy to run away.

The boy returned and looked at Lancel, who was now breathing heavily.

"What are you doing?" He called, causing the little boy to run away, and Lancel crawled after him.

He looked down the tunnel and saw a glimmer of light, continuing to drag himself through the dirt towards it.

Crawling closer to the other end of the hall, there was a green glow all around him.

In the Sept, the crowd was murmuring, Margaery looking around at them, then at Loras who was hanging his head, his eyes downcast.

Margaery hurried over to the High Sparrow. "There's something wrong.

"You have nothing to fear, Your Grace. The trial will begin shortly."

"Cersei is not here. Tommen is not here. Why do you think they are not here?"

"If the accused is not here, she will be tried regardless. We cannot escape the justice of the gods-"

"Forget about the bloody gods and listen to what I'm telling you. Cersei understands the consequences of her absence and she is absent anyway, which means she does not intend to suffer those consequences. The trial can wait. We all need to leave."

The High Sparrow scoffed and shook his head.

Lancel had almost reached the end of the tunnel when he spotted green pools of liquid on the ground in front of two barrels with candles in their centers. The candles were almost burned down to nothing. He looked around at the casks lining the walls of the tunnel and pulled himself onward towards the candles, groaning as he did so.

"We all need to leave now!" Margaery told the crowd before hurried over to Loras.

The crowd began to stir.

Margaery took Loras' chin and lifted his face so his eyes met hers.

"Loras. Stay with me." She ushered him towards the steps.

Margaery hurried towards the exit with Loras. The crowd began to panic and also headed towards the exit. Two Faith Militant blocked Margaery's path to the exit.

"Let me through. Let me through. Get out of my way." Margaery pushed against the guards.

The High Sparrow looked around at the crowd.

"Let us through!" She exclaimed, again to no avail.

Once Lancel had reached the candles, he tried to blow out the flame with his breath, but it wouldn't go out.

Margaery looked over her shoulder at the High Sparrow, and they stared into each other's eyes.

The flame from the candle touched the pool of green liquid and ignited it. The surrounding barrels were ignited, exploding in a mass of green flame. Lancel was instantly incinerated before the explosion travelled down the tunnel, igniting all of the barrels.

The sound of an explosion could be heard before the green flame erupted from the center of the sept, incinerating the High Sparrow and then engulfing the entire sept, killing everyone inside. The sept crumbled from the force of the explosion. The bell from its tower was flung down into the city, smashing into a bystander, the flames rushing out from the sept.

Cersei watched the explosion, cocking her head, smiling, taking a sip of wine and walking inside.

In his chambers, Tommen had also seen the explosion, his mouth hanging open. Gregor, who had been tasked with watching him and ensuring he did not reach the sept, exited the chambers.

Septa Unella was lying strapped to a table in an undisclosed part of the Red Keep.

Cersei stood over her and poured wine in her face, causing the Septa to sputter and struggle against her bindings.

"Confess. Confess." Cersei said as she raised a pitcher of wine over Septa Unella's head.

"No." The woman denied.

"Confess."

Cersei poured the pitcher into Septa Unella's face, the woman sputtering and struggling in response.

When the pitcher was empty, Septa Unella gasped for air.

"Confess. It felt good. Beating me, starving me, frightening me, humiliating me. You didn't do it because you cared about my atonement. You did it because it felt good. I understand. I do things because they feel good. I drink because it feels good. I killed my husband because it felt good to be rid of him. I fuck my brother because it feels good to feel him inside me. I lie about fucking my brother... because it feels good to keep our son safe from hateful hypocrites. I killed your High Sparrow... and all his little sparrows... all his septons, all his septas, all his filthy soldiers, because it felt good to watch them burn. It felt good to imagine their shock and their pain. No thought has ever given me greater joy. Even confessing feels good under the right circumstances." Cersei touched Septa Unella's face. "You've alwys been quiet." She walked around the table. "I said my face would be the last thing you saw before you died. Do you remember?

"Good. I'm glad to see your face. I'm ready to meet the gods." Septa Unella told her.

"What? Now? Today? You're not going to die today. You're not going to die for quite a while. Ser Gregor."

Gregor, or "Robert", entered the room.

"This is Ser Gregor Clegane. He's quiet, too."

Septa Unella looked at Gregor, who removed his helmet, his face is cloaked in shadow.

"Your gods have forsaken you. This is your god now."

Cersei walked towards the exit as Gregor stepped further inside. His face was purple and mangled, an aftereffect of manticore venom from Oberyn's spear. He put his helmet down on the table next to the Septa.

"No." Septa Unella struggled against her bindings, then cried out in pain.

"Shame." Cersei began chanting as she took hold of the door and closed it behind her.

"Shame."

Septa Unella screamed.

"Shame."

Cersei closed the latch on the door's porthole and walked away as Septa Unella screamed.

Later, in Qyburn's lab, Cersei and Qyburn were standing over a body, that was covered in a veil.

"Show me." She instructed. She needed to see it for herself.

"Your Grace, there's no need-"

"Show me."

Qyburn uncovered the body, revealing it to be Tommen. Tommen, who had leapt to his death upon witnessing the murder of his wife. Cersei simply stared at him.

"What are your thoughts concerning the king's funeral? As the Sept of Baelor is no longer an option, perhaps a ceremony in the throne room?"

"He should be with his grandfather and his brother. Burn him and bury his ashes where the sept once stood."

What she didn't know, as she stood over the body of her last son, the second child she outlived, the rest of the prophecy about her children was being realized.