A Mutual Need who: Dayne, Alyana where: Kings Landing, Dayne's bed chamber when: afternoon, Aug 20 rating: PG status: closed
Dayne had left Eva to deal with Ember’s dramatics and the seamstress’ ruffled feathers, and followed his mother out into the passageway. He offered her his arm, and they walked without any further conversation, other than Dayne asking, “Will my chamber do?” to which Alyana consented with a nod. Once both were safely on the right side of the thick oaken door, he handed her to a chair, then drew up another, close by her side. Leaning towards her, he said in a low but determined voice, “Mother, let me be blunt. You wish to play this game, but, admit it. You need a man with which to play it. Perhaps in your schemes you envision that man to be my father. But I ask you, can you really see that ever getting you what you want? Your husband has no interest in this game. Even with you behind him, do you think he could ever rule Westeros?”
He paused, then plunged on, tired of waiting, tired of watching, tired of being on the fringe of the complicated dance that wove in and out at the very heart of the king’s court, like some mesmerizing gypsy tune. He wanted in. And his mother had the key. They both needed each other. He knew this, he was sure of it. He had what his father lacked – the desire. To win. To have it all, or as much as he could possibly grab with both hands. And Alyana had a desire to match his own, and the skill to make their dreams come true, if the fates were smiling on their house.
“Mother, it’s me you need. I can be the man that Father has no desire to be. For you – for us! Don’t shut me out, and don’t toy with me. I’m no longer a child. Guide me, trust me, counsel me, and I will give you what you desire most, if the seven will it.”