lord_lannister (lord_lannister) wrote in agos, @ 2008-07-01 18:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | toria lannister, tyrith lannister |
considering.
Who: Tyrith Lannister, anyone else
When: morning of Day 9
Where: grounds of the Red Keep
Rating: PG-13
Status: Open
Tyrith was not amused. The plague in the city continued, taking young and old, firm and infirm. It had not escaped his notice that although little Gwyn was ill with it, the rest of the palace seemed surprisingly healthy. Polonius Haine's warnings came to mind and he considered it. Braavosi courtesans were fond of giving poisoned gifts to rivals. One in particular had told him a gruesome story involving a substance called maiden's tears... she had been a very gifted storyteller. One of a number of talents, incidentally.
Half smiling at the memory, Tyrith paused by a reflecting pool. It had to be an addition by one of the Dornish queens but it was pleasant nonetheless. Much more pleasant the the last few days he had spent in the city.
This trip was becoming far more interesting by the day. There was not nearly the number of nobles William would need to have a solid rule. of course of those present, who could know how many were actually loyal? It hadn't escaped Tyrith's notice that Elia of Dorne had practically snubbed the high table during the feasts, there was never a Greyjoy born that you could trust and Lord Arryn had sent his children rather than bring himself. And there was the matter of William himself. The lad acted as if he didn't even want to be king. Starks. Tyrith sighed. Marriage to one hadn't made the Northron family any less strange. Perhaps he should ask his lady wife to have a word with her brother. There was a thought. ... The sound of someone coming brought Tyrith's hand to his dagger and he turned to see who might be out this early.