May 7: Tyrith and Lily have a chat Who: Tyrith, Lilyanna When: May 7, evening Where: Their quarters What: discussing the intrigues Rating: PG Status: Open, but ask before joining
Tyrith closed the door behind him with slightly more force than might have been necessary but the heavy sigh that came after spoke of relief rather than annoyance. He gave serious thought to barring the blasted thing for a moment but settled for making his way quickly and decisively to one of the chairs near the fireplace, pausing only to grab a bottle of Lyseni brandy and a glass to use until he gave up and drank it right from the bottle. It had definitely been one of those nights. Aeria was in a towering bloody rage and anyone who had been forced to attempt talking sense to an unhappy, grieving, and above all furious Martell princess deserved to be able to crawl straight into a bottle for the rest of the evening.
Especially if they had been trying to talk her out of doing exactly what they themselves wanted to do on a given day: poison the lot of Highgarden and burn the Reach to cinders.
He took a drink and laid his head back against the chair. He couldn't drown his annoyance too much: he would have an early start in the morning. And if he was successful, the queen was quite possibly going to be laid out alongside her brother, abeit comatose with rage rather than from an axe to the head... though really it might have a rather similar effect in the long run. Jaehaerys might be more his father's son than anyone might have thought. It was at once comforting and sobering.. Tyrith took another drink.