King's Landing

Capital of the Seven Kingdoms

Aegon's city on Blackwater Bay, half a million souls beneath the Red Keep and the Great Sept of Baelor.

The fuller tale

King's Landing began as a boast. Aegon the Conqueror came ashore at the mouth of the Blackwater with three dragons and no particular plan for the muddy hills where his boots first sank, and the wooden fort he raised there ÔÇö the Aegonfort, all logs and presumption ÔÇö grew into the largest city in Westeros because power, once planted, waters itself. Three hundred years on, half a million people live stacked on and between the three hills that bear his family's names: the Red Keep glowering from Aegon's High Hill, the Great Sept of Baelor crowning Visenya's, and the broken dome of the Dragonpit moldering on Rhaenys's ÔÇö a skyline that tells the whole dynasty's story in three buildings, one of them already a ruin when the tale begins.

It is, by every account, a terrible place to live and an irresistible place to be. The stench reaches travelers miles down the roseroad; Flea Bottom's pot-shops serve a brown stew nobody asks the ingredients of; and gold cloaks keep an order that is mostly a price list. Above the squalor the Red Keep runs on a different economy ÔÇö whispers, marriages, debts and knives ÔÇö and the genius of the city is how freely the two markets trade. A secret born in a Street of Silk brothel can topple a Hand; a word in the council chamber can empty Flea Bottom into a bread riot. Varys keeps his little birds and Littlefinger his ledgers precisely because in this city information is the only commodity that never spoils.

The story spends more hours inside its walls than anywhere else, and the city repays the attention with catastrophe on a schedule. Ned Stark's honor lasts a single season against it. Joffrey's cruelty, Tyrion's improvised government, the riot that nearly eats the royal party, the Blackwater burning green at the walls ÔÇö each crisis teaches the same civic lesson, that King's Landing does not belong to whoever holds the throne but to whoever feeds it, frightens it, or fools it last. The Tyrells understand this and arrive with bread; the Sparrows understand it and arrive barefoot; Cersei never learns it, and arms the Faith to spite a rival only to watch the city's piety turn on her own house with chains and bells.

The wildfire beneath the city is its truest metaphor, and both tellings use it twice. Aerys seeded the vaults with the alchemists' green fever, meaning to make his capital a pyre rather than a gift ÔÇö the order Jaime Lannister killed him to cancel, and the secret he carried in silence while the realm called him oathbreaker. A generation later the caches serve a Lannister after all: the sept's destruction removes a queen's enemies, her trial, and her last child in one green sunrise. When Daenerys finally comes with a dragon, the city that survived every schemer falls in an afternoon ÔÇö bells ringing surrender into streets already burning ÔÇö and the ash settles on the oldest question in the tale, whether the fault lay in the queen, in her house, or in the city that taught every ruler it swallowed to choose fear.

What remains at the end is deliberately anticlimactic, and means to be. The throne that organized a continent's ambitions is a puddle of slag; the king is a chronicler who cannot father a dynasty; and the small council reconvenes over mundane business in a half-wrecked keep, arguing about ships and brothels while a broken city gets rebuilt outside the window. King's Landing has outlived the Targaryens, the Baratheons, the Lannisters and its own destruction ÔÇö the tale's driest verdict on capitals in general, which is that the address survives every argument about who deserves it.

The page and the screen

The screen compresses the city's geography ÔÇö hills flatten, the sept and the keep drift within an easy walk of each other, and the vast sprawl the books describe shrinks or swells as the scene requires ÔÇö but the deepest divergence is a matter of timing. The show burns the Great Sept of Baelor at the close of its sixth season, wildfire under the floor and the High Sparrow, the queen's uncle and the Tyrells all inside; in the published books the sept still stands, Cersei's walk of atonement has ended not in vengeance but in a trial yet to come, and the Faith Militant remains an unbroken power in the city. Readers know the caches are down there and know whose hand the show put on the candle; whether the books strike the same match, and who burns, is one of the great open questions.

The chronicle here

Ned reaches King's Landing and finds the crown six million in debt ÔÇö half of it to Tywin Lannister. (S1┬ÀE3)
Arya, shorn and renamed Arry, slips out of King's Landing in Yoren's recruit column. (S1┬ÀE10)
Jaime, freed for King's Landing, turns his escort around for Brienne ÔÇö and jumps into a bear pit with no hand. (S3┬ÀE7)
Dany's war council divides the war: Dorne and Highgarden strangle King's Landing; the Unsullied take Casterly Rock. (S7┬ÀE2)
Arya turns north at the crossroads ÔÇö Winterfell, not King's Landing ÔÇö and meets Nymeria's pack in the wood. (S7┬ÀE2)
Jaime learns the pledge is a lie and rides north alone as the first snow falls on King's Landing. (S7┬ÀE7)
Missandei of Naath dies in chains on the walls of King's Landing, with one word: Dracarys. (S8┬ÀE4)
Catelyn reaches King's Landing in secret and is fetched to Littlefinger, who names the dagger's owner: Tyrion Lannister ÔÇö a lie with a long tail. (AGOT 19)
Word of Ned Stark's death reaches Tywin's camp and ruins every plan; Tywin sends Tyrion to rule King's Landing as Hand ÔÇö without his whore. (AGOT 70)
Yoren's ragged column creaks out of King's Landing: Arya is ÔÇ£ArryÔÇØ now, an orphan boy among orphan boys, with Gendry, Hot Pie, and three chained men in a wagon. (ACOK 2)
The ripples reach King's Landing as laughter: Joffrey crows about serving Robb's head at his wedding, and Tywin explains why a dozen at dinner is cheaper than ten thousand in battle. (ASOS 54)
Ser Balon Swann brings the Mountain's skull to Sunspear; Doran smiles at the gift, deflects a summons ÔÇö and sends his Sand Snakes to King's Landing, each with a task. (ADWD 39)
The walk: shorn and stripped, Cersei Lannister crosses King's Landing through filth and screaming ÔÇö shame, shame, shame ÔÇö to where a silent giant in white armor waits. (ADWD 66)