Polonius Haine (whisper_lord) wrote in agos, @ 2008-06-27 23:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | polonius haine, tristran mallister |
Day 7: Polonius and ??
Who: Polonius Haine, anyone who wants to have a word with the Master of Whispers.
When: morning of the seventh day
Where: the Council Room
Rating: PG-13
Status: Open; in progress
The council chamber was one of the few rooms which did not have a hidden passage spying on it (at least to his knowlege), so it was here he came to think. Polonius leaned back in his chair, staring stoney-eyed at the paper before him. His little birds were being strangely silent about this Braavosi ship. He had the owner of it, held within the Black Cells, but it wasn't doing him any good. He needed the books, and books were there none. Someone was making a concentrated effort to ensure the Seven Kingdoms had no solid leadership. He dreaded what the Citadel might uncover on the dress he had sent them, and worse he hated to think what the Starks would do if it was poison... The kingdom had already lost one king, could anything survive if they lost another? A year with more than two kings was a bad omen.
And now there was this. The letter told him many things, most of them having to do with lands far away, which nonetheless unsettled him. Things which he was not sure King William would pay attention to. William had made his reluctance to take the crown clear, but Polonius hoped the Warden of the North might yet make a good king. A decisive king. ... there was always hope. There was always another noble to take the lead, as well.
The Starks had their honor, and that would keep King William honest, or so Polonius hoped. It would make for an easier transition if another candidate emerged... or if the Crown Prince returned... and speaking of that, he was going to have to have a word with Aegor's sweet aunt. Gods save them all from sulky Dornish princesses, who were bored and good with poisons. He was half surprised that Queen Kaelyn hadn't encountered any sudden rashes or fainting spells. Perhaps she was grown up enough... or perhaps her new round of prospective lovers was keeping her occupied. A Greyjoy and a Tully. She was eclectic, to say the least. Unlike some other ladies... Hester Arryn. He needed to find out more about that particular maiden. It hadn't taken a great deal of effort to discover there was no love lost between Kaelyn and Lord Arryn's elder daughter, but of Hester he had heard little and it was worrisome.
A sound pulled Polonius from his reverie and he casually folded the letter closed as he turned to see who had disturbed his quiet.