Thread: Paper Swords & Thorny Roses [Sanoci x Fruit] {GoT}

L ady S yn Y ronwood F Ander Yronwood's passing was as smooth as a candle dying out. He had been lying on his deathbed for a full year, and only chose to die when Dorne was on the brink of chaos. They're all silent , Syn realized. Her eyes were still cool and dry and her father's corpse warm and wet with blood. Only one figure approached her with a devious smile followed by hug, my charming little brother . That is what I hope she dodged his subtle accusation which she registered as an empty threat. Her father's death seemed natural to her, but poison was a specialty at Dorne. It was a possibility which Syn dismissed as trivial. Death was a dying man's mercy, and mercy comes from gods and men alike . When the brotherly embrace broke, Syn's eyes moved to study the men standing solemnly around her. They're looking for a leader . Her mother had taught her that you can look through a man's heart by his eyes. That it was a skill to judge men's characters and read their mentalities. One look at Ser Desmund Santagar was all she needed to confirm her doubts. He would never bend the knee for a woman . The salty Dornishmen had a black eye next to a black eye patch, and black hair, and probably a black heart . He stood only a hair shorter than her brother Tamir, donned in a black and red leather jerkin and matching pants. His hair was a tangled mess, both on his head and on his face. His two scimitars shimmered every time he shifted. Smile, brother, you have the only one-eyed pirate knight in all of Westeros. And his army . Ser Ossifer Fowler seemed like a man easily blinded by honor. The sort of knight willing to sail to Volantis to defend a maid's honor . He had a comely face and long blonde hair that flew wherever the winds blew. His sapphire eyes were easy to read, and so she skipped on to the Blackmonts. Lord Axell and his son Ser Wylan were present, their faces different shades of red and yellow. I might need to promise Lord Axell a betrothal if I am to win his support , but she wasn't sure if she'd fuck Wylan for all the land in Dorne. Vayon the Qartheen will bend for the person with the most gold, and she wagered a few more idiots around him will fall for her charms. On the other side of the room, Maester Augwyn was already looking at her brother. Around him, Ser Merrel of House Uller, Lord Ulwyck of House Dayne and a few more lords of houses and noble knights were present, and whilst some will honor a dead man's will, most were either too proud to follow a woman or too smart to be wooed with a lie. I am outnumbered she reasoned and bit her lips, but the eyes around her grew heavier. My lord father Ander Yronwood has passed away Syn declared, her eyes moving to study the faces around her, starting and ending with her brother. With his dying breath, he named me his heir she lied. Her father never explicitly named an heir. Whenever his counselors bid him to name one, he would shake his head and say that he needed more time to test his children's worth. Yet his closest aides knew he favored Tamir. It might be that Tamir thinks too highly of himself, but Syn is too spiteful to rule she heard him say to his council members one day. He would have named Tamir his heir.. . Tears finally came to her eyes.. It was Dornish law for the line of succession to not take sex into account. Both men and women were seen fit to rule after Queen Nymeria brought her ten thousand ships to conquer Dorne some centuries ago. Syn and Tamir were twins, but Syn happened to pop her head out first. They may not know of this, and Tamir will most definitely challenge that argument, she bit her lips. Some men fell to their knees honoring their former lord's will. Others sank down acknowledging the traditions of old. Few were swayed by Syn's tears. Most remained standing with doubt. They'd seen Tamir rule for a full year, and they'd never seen me set a foot in my father's council . They won't want an inexperienced maiden in command, not with Dorne in turmoil