The doctors' hostility toward magic endured forever. Their target was not the king, but the Dragon King.
Whether that Dragon King's name was Targaryen or Baratheon.
"You kept these books because you still wanted to keep slaying dragons, didn't you?"
"No, no, no, no... Your Grace, we..." Doctor Theobald's legs trembled. The king's azure blade hovered just above his head.
No one's blade was faster than Storm's, let alone those of these maesters who could not even truss a chicken.
"High Septon." Gendry summoned the High Septon of the Starry Sept. "Did you know about these matters? Treason and dragonslaying."
The High Septon hurriedly dropped to his knees, never expecting the flames to reach him too.
"I knew nothing of what happened before, Your Grace. But House Hightower frequently used gold, threats, and inducements to interfere with the Starry Sept's elections. Even I had no choice but to depend on their favor." The High Septon immediately distanced himself.
"I believe you are my loyal servant..."
"Your Grace, I am loyal. I am willing to hand over those lists, the lists of House Hightower's people in the Starry Great Sept. Over the years, House Hightower has been sending its bastards, cousins, and younger sons into the Faith and the Citadel. I, too, have suffered greatly from it."
"Rise." The High Septon stood off to the other side, relieved to have escaped disaster.
"Ser Harold." Gendry waved a hand, and Harold took men to protect the High Septon, as well as the lists he had mentioned.
"The treason of House Hightower and the Citadel has been made public. Your Grace, please punish them with justice and fairness!"
"Your Grace, please pass judgment!"
Great lords like House Hightower were effectively rulers of an entire region.
Although they were theoretically Tyrell vassals, the Tyrells