In the Red Keep, all manner of rumors may be heard, about embassies and septons, of tourneys and princesses locked in the keep a wit has taken to calling the Maidenvault… but one thing that is not a rumor, though some wished it were, is that King Baelor seems to have struck an accord with the High Septon regarding the disposition of Ser Quenton Rosby, the mad knight who brought a reign of terror to King’s Landing with his murders of prostitutes and noblewomen alike, as well as his brutal killing of the heir to Storm’s End, Ser Tancred Baratheon. When the king had met with the High Septon to arrange for the undoing of his marriage to Princess Daena, it was whispered that some of the Most Devout had advised the High Septon to demand that Ser Quenton be punished for his crimes even if his sins were forgiven, and when the annulment was announced many expected Rosby to meet the executioner’s axe within a fortnight. But it has not happened.
And now they know why: in his infinite mercy, King Baelor contrived to convince the High Septon that it would be better for Rosby to live out his days in penance and prayer, and to do so in a place where he might no longer harm any women. And so it was decided that Rosby will be taken from King’s Landing by an escort of septons and gold cloaks to a small septry near Saltpans, on an isle surrounded by the sea on all sides. This place, the Quiet Isle, is known for the healing skills of its brothers, and for the silent contemplation on the Seven that they swear themselves to. There, King Baelor prays, Ser Quenton may be surrounded by the silent holiness of the place and its brothers, and find some peace for the crimes he committed.
Though many know to hold their tongues, there are those—especially in the city—who are at best unsure, at worst displeased, by this news. Many had counted the days, waiting until his head decorated a spike on the walls. And now, this? A life of quiet contemplation? But King Baelor is a devout and pious man and king, and none can gainsay him. Even Prince Viserys is said to have merely read the writ twice before he affixed his seal to it, offering no argument.
And from Rosby itself? The Rosbys have kept to themselves, largely, and when they cannot, they denounce their brother’s crimes and suggested that death would be a mercy for him since his mind is gone; he is no longer the brother and son and cousin that they knew and loved. The Jousting Lord himself has not been seen outside of his keep for many a week, and there are those who say that he lies on his death bed, his will broken by the grievous crimes of his son.