Re: Back to Toria's room
Tyrith didn't watch his daughter leave the room, though he guessed she wasn't going to be overly enthusiastic about being so dismissed, he didn't want her present during this.
"But it is worth a throne, your highness," he said quietly with a long look at Jaehaerys. Tyrith's mind was racing with the possibilities but also with the peices of the vast puzzle that had begun falling into their places. This was Jaehaerys Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone... the last dragon. He had a dagger, Geron had his sword. They could kill him and no one would be any wiser than that Lord Lannister had slain a theif in his daughter's chambers. William could be settled as King and Tyrith would convince him to name him as Hand. Whoever was moving these peices would win. Tyrith made his choice.
The Lord of Casterly Rock knelt and shot a look at Ser Geron to let him know to do the same. "Forgive me and my house, sire. We believed you dead and sought only to preserve the realm," he said with a bowed head. Drawing a deep breath he looked up at the young prince before him. The ancient words came easily to him. "I Tyrith Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock and Warden of the West, do become your leige man of life and limb, and of earthly worship, and faith and truth will I bear unto you, to live and die, against all foes." The air seemed to ring with the power of the phrases like ripples moving out from a stone dropped into still waters.