'A Gathering of Shadows' - the Sept (theseven) wrote in agos, @ 2008-09-10 14:33:00
Episode: Dragons Fall. Tymor's Chamber.
When: Day 28. Early morning. same time as this and moments after this. Where: Tymor Lannister's Chamber. Who: Tymor, servants, etc Status: Open. Rating: R.
Jerre Morrs was still celebrating his luck at being hired in the Red Keep. It was a good job, with a solid roof over your head and food. A lot better than scrounging around for a hedge knight needing a valet or some other worse work a man had to do sometimes to keep alive. That steward Gareth was a right pox on the whole place but not so unfair as some others might be and well, you couldn't very well call a Stark a Targaryen no matter whose mother had been sleeping with who but all in all, Jerre wasn't one to complain. Themselves were all about their games of power, and not too apt to notice the little ants scurrying around their heels. 'Cept that Master Polonius- they said he was a Lord by rights but old Paegon took a lot of those old titles and kicked them in the river. Now Master Polonius, he paid attention and gold as well. He'd heard Princess Elia was one to pay some bits and bobs as well (well, truth be told it was s'posedly that lovely maid of hers but everyone knew Dornish didn't do nothing without a Martell sayin so). Jerre's pockets were fuller than they might have been without Master Paine's help but he didn't see no reason they couldn't be fuller yet...
Jerre was just thinking about this- and about how enjoyable the interview with Syrah Sand might be- when he went to wake up Lord Tymor. Pleasant Lord, as they went. It wasn't his idea to be up this early either but Lord Lannister hisself was already off and running for some commotion over in the Maidenvault and had directed his son be got up and sent to him as soon as humanly possible.
He swept into Tymor's chamber and poked at the fire. "Apologies, my lord of Lannister," Jerre said in a jovial voice. "You lord father would like you to attend him at once and said something about heads falling from shoulders if you weren't hurried along... I'm not entirely sure he meant mine, either. So best be up. The red brocade this morning?"
The fire flared up and Jerre fed it some more wood, before he turned and went to open the curtains. "It's a right lovely morning, if a bit chilly."
The smell of something very... wrong... assaulted his nose. Coppery and... minerals. Jerre had walked among the dead to find his father's corpse after the Dayne Rebellion and he remembered that smell. He scowled and pushed the curtains aside. And nearly lost his breakfast.
"My Lord?" he asked queasily as he moved to Tymor's bedside. "My Lord," he said more urgently. "did you decide to study some new subject last night by chance?"
Behind Jerre, laying in the window gleaming in the early sunlight was a strip of skin. Pale, hairless skin. Skin that Jerre was hoping desperately belonged to some rare breed of animal.