these pieces that remain - william, jaehaerys Who: Jaehaerys, William Where: Summerhall, the king's chambers When: Aug 21, late evening - after the maester's visit Status: Closed. Rating: R
Jaehaerys sat staring into a fire. The night was warm, the air already heavy with the promise of rain to come, and a fire was unnecessary, but he wanted it. Needed it. The flames whispered their secrets, their promise of destruction. It was the only song he wanted this night.
On the table, the place where the scrap of fabric had rested was empty. He knew enough now. Justice, vengeance, fire and blood. They would come swift this time...
A page, trembling with unaccustomed fear, bowed low at the door and announced the arrival of the Hand. Jaehaerys waved the boy away, and did not turn to greet his cousin and possible heir. He remained seated, his eyes on the fire. He lifted the glass in his hand and took another drink, letting the wine coat his throat and tongue before he spoke.
"William. I am sorry to call you from your daughter's sickbed, but there is news. We must speak."