dornish breakfasts are full of peppers Who: Thomas Tully; Elia Martell When: morning of the seventh day Where: grounds of the Red Keep Rating: PG-13 Status: Complete.
Thomas had always been fond of new foods and new experiences, but in his overwhelming desire to lure the Dornish woman to his arm, he'd made a fatal mistake. He enjoyed Dornish wine, perhaps even moreso than the Arbor Gold he used to be fond of, but the peppers and eggs were proving to be a task he probably shouldn't have undertaken. How the citizens of Dorne managed to eat something so spicy it took their lips off, he would never know.
He ate slowly, in an attempt to stave off the burn, and thought of the Dornish woman once again. Careful asking around had revealed she was the late queen's sister and just as lovely. That was no surprise--Dornish women had a look about them that reeked of exotic without risking the disease that could come with bedding a Braavosi or Myrish whore. Altogether more safe, opting for the ladies of Dorne.
He chewed on a hard piece of bread and contemplated the rest of the eggs on his plate--clearly, the cook would laugh him all the way back to Riverrun if he returned with a still-full plate but he didn't know if he could bring himself to finish the spicy dish. Perhaps a young maiden would wander around and help him with his task--perhaps a young maiden with laughing eyes and a dark, Dornish complexion.