lord lannister regrets
Who: Tyrith, Open (if you are really brave or family) When: Dec 31, late night Where: The Tower of the Hand Rating: PG-13 Status: Open
There were riders already in route to Casterly Rock, and ships sailing with black sails in the dark of night. His daughter lay in her room with dreamwine and guards around her. Tyrith Lannister was taking no chances just now. There was much to be done before the dawn came.
"Take this to the forest. I am done with their game; if our friends would have some new sport, the time is ripe." The man in his dark hood bowed and fled the room and Tyrith's stony gaze.
The Hand of the King sat down and allowed himself a deep breath. The rest could wait a few precious moments. He would not help his daughter if he misstepped now.