The High Septon had a plan. He travelled to the Red Keep and into the throne room. He saw the king on his throne, the man had been away for too long. Now the realm was a mess, and the smallfolk pay the price. As the High Septon approached the King thoughts raced through his mind Blackfyres in Dorne and conflict in the West. Truly the Gods were not pleased to drive men to such war like minds.

The High Septon approached the King and said "Your Grace, I hope your travels have found you well. I would like nothing more than to hear news of Pentos or Myr over a glass of Arbor Red, but I come on a matter of the paramount importance. As you know the Realm is close to bleeding, I would like to ask for a temporary grant, to allow the Faith to take up arms to repel the attacks of the traitors in House Blackfyre, I know the Faith Militant were a blow to the Dragons of old, but I am not those High Septons, my Septons respected me, I have knights and guards in the City Watch who see me not as a mad man wearing a silly hat, but as the next great leader of the Faith. Please Your Grace, if you care about the safety of your lineage and the prosperity of the region allow me to tap into the rich reserves of the Faithful who would die for you under my command."