Who: Tyrith Lannister What: being annoyed with the state of the world Where: The Red Keep, the Lannister quarters. When: May 1, evening Status: Open to the other Lannisters. Rating: PG
Tyrith paced the length of the room. The quarters granted to his family in the Keep were spacious and filled with appointments luxurious enough to be near equals of the royal family's own, but none of it was pleasing to his eyes.
Jaehaerys had named William Stark as his new Hand- and probably sealed his thrice-blind goodbrother's fate. The last Stark to serve as Hand had come to such a brilliant end and his descendant wasn't much brighter. Tyrith didn't trust the young dragon to keep William from that fate. It would suit Jaehaerys' ends all too well if the man who had served as Regent was taken out of his nobles' plots.
And that did not solve the problem that the king needed a Hand he could trust to keep the country running, and Jaehaerys did not yet have a solid enough hold... Tyrith cursed softly. He'd have to remain here longer than he'd intended, and it galled him to let his other concerns rest in the hands of others.
The knock at the door went almost unnoticed but he called a welcome almost by reflex. Probably one of the children, or the retainers, or the thousand cursed other distractions in this damn castle. He'd have to put in an appearance at the feast... Seven take the whole fucking thing. Appearances were more than necessary but there were times it would have been much more relaxing to put a sword through your enemy's heart and be done with it.