Jonath gets an evening off... the world must be ending.
Who: Jonath Rowan and OPEN When: Evening, day 5 Where: Outside the tower of the kingsguard Rating: TBD Status: Open
Jonath leaned back against the stones of the tower, weary from a day of watching nothing happen. Well that wasn't entirely true- lots of frantic lords had come tearing in and out, and a lot of frantic others besides. Plagues tended to cause that. He sighed. Why did they bother worrying, he wondered. You didn't get no healthier from worry, nor no sicker either. Plagues came and went- his first summer in Kings Landing had seen King Paegon pack up the entire court and move it to Dragonstone, while people fell right over in the streets. It had taken months to clean up that one. This wouldn't be no worse- and King William didn't show signs of taking off, so somebody'd be sure to clean bodies up as they fell at least.
Not that taking off was an option now, with Princess Gwyn already downed whether by the Braavosi fever or somethin' no doubt worse. Probably poisoned, like as not. Too many nobles in one spot, the food did tend to get worrisome. He really ought to ask the young viper about that-- Martells were fond of poison, was the rumor. Prosperyn's cousin looked to be made of the stuff; he'd seen her up atop the wall with that Greyjoy boy. Wouldn't that be a match? Their children would be poisonous as well as slippery.
Jonath was busy with his musings when he heard someone coming. Better not be Baron- Jonath was in no mood to take his shift tonight.