Who: William, Jaehaerys Where: Jaehaerys' rooms, Summerhall When: During the joust. Rating: PG-13/R Status: Closed closed closed. Unless you really want to risk the Targaryen temper...?
Jaehaerys strode into his rooms in a manner that very nearly merited the term 'swept.' His face was impassive, but that was the usual expression he wore when he was less than amused. In the minutes since he had left the tourney, his mood had taken a turn for the worse as he imagined what lunacy would have led William to send for him. Send for him! As if William was king.
A part of him knew he was edging toward irrational, but by the seven, why all the secrecy? Why not send a note with one of the pages...? Something was amiss. He thought again of Elia's empty seat but did not let his mind linger there. Instead he glanced around his room and greeted Stark even before he saw the man. "William, if I miss Lord Selester's ride, I swear I'll create an embassy to the Wildlings and send you on it-- no, better yet, I'll order your lady wife to join the court." The king crossed his arms.
"Now, what is this about? I was in middle of teaching your daughter how to gamble."