You did what with the Prince of Dorne? Who: Kaelyn, Lyanora, unfortunate bystanders Where: Maegor's Holdfast, the small hall When: Day 54, morning Rating: PG Status: Open
Kaelyn was wandering the halls pretending she knew what she was about but the truth was she was trying not to be anywhere anyone could find her. Amazing that Genna seemed to perform the feat so well, but perhaps it was just easier to go unnoticed if one was six. She had had more wine than she'd meant to the night before and her head was still muzzy with it. In any event, she hadn't woken up in William's chambers and thank the gods or her maids for small favors on that score because it had not been a mother's stomach so much as Lord Stokeworth's dreadful hippocras that kept her awake after the thousandth refrain of Merry Merry Maidens had faded to silence. Not precisely the way to keep a husband's attention. Just thinking of the hippocras made her stomach turn again.
It was just in such an exhausted, unhappy mood that the sound of footsteps caught the Queen Regent's attention. Purposeful, hurried footsteps. She winced.
"I am afraid His Grace has gone a-hunting this morn," she said as she turned. At least she thought that was the idea- she had a vague notion Tyrith had suggested something of the sort and William had nodded. "Lord Lannister is holding court in his stead." That was when she properly saw the person before her. Oh. Oh no.