In the cells of Casterly Rock, Jaime once again watched green flames slowly rise.
Within Casterly Rock were cages for lions, dungeons for prisoners, and secret cells just large enough to hold one person, with no room to turn over or sit up.
Unlike the executioners and blades of the past, most executions were now carried out with wildfire to test its power, with the pyromancers handling it themselves.
"You are a rare visitor indeed, Ser Jaime." The pyromancer bowed respectfully to Jaime.
"Is there enough wildfire?" Jaime asked.
"Not all that much, but Casterly Rock has ample supplies of materials. We can bury it at all the important locations," the pyromancer said quietly.
"Bring him forward." A Red Cloak soldier pushed out an older, long-faced man.
"What crime did he commit?"
"A groom from the stables. He wanted to take some gold and jump into the sea to escape Casterly Rock."
"Mercy!" the groom screamed, begging for his life. Unfortunately, his pleas were useless.
"You intend to burn him to death?" Jaime asked.
"Yes." The pyromancer nodded. "At a time like this, the castle's security comes before everything. People like him are to be burned to death for stealing things or speaking out of turn."
Jaime drew his sharp sword and ended the groom's life with a single thrust. "He is yours now."
The soldiers pushed the groom's corpse into a stone pit, surrounded by stone and gravel, which could keep the wildfire at bay.
"Very well, ser."
The groom had become a corpse.
The wildfire jars were thrown out. The pottery walls of the jars had to be rough, uneven, and patterned to increase control over the wildfire.
Ghastly green flames ignited, followed by the stench of burning flesh, and the poor groom was reduced to ashes in