counsel of kings... Who: William, Myrwin When: Day 67. Evening. Where: the small audience chamber Rating: PG-13 Status: ask before joining. :)
William put his head in his hands when Polonius informed him of events in the Kingswood. It was like the gods were having some twisted joke. He only thanked them that Lyanora's shot hadn't gone wide and hit the Martell girl. There'd have been rioting in the streets- the Martells were popular, and Aeria Targaryen's sister was already seen as a victim of Stark cruelty. They didn't need to add to the mythos.
"I'll need to speak with the Prince of Dorne," he said resignedly.
The Master of Whispers raised a brow but said nothing. Somehow the sarcasm was audible anyway.
William waited by the windows, eschewing the small dais in the room. They would sit at the table and speak as brothers- both of whom had sisters who seemed determined to give them an early grave.