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

L ady S yn Y ronwood F The room grew silent as Tamir played his dice. Eyebrows were raised and looks were exchanged even Maester Augwyn stroked his mustache uncomfortably. Ser Desmund Santagar's chuckle was the only thing disrupting the silence, if only for a moment. It reminded Syn of a time when she used to play a game of cyvasse with her Tamir. Whenever she moved her light cavalry, he would counter with his spearmen. After a while his moves became predictable, and she bested him at every turn. He would impulsively move his dragon, but her trebuchet would always ambush him. Even her father used to commend her for her knowledge in the game and her ability to read her brother's mind. Yet I never saw this one coming. Syn watched her brother hijack her lie as if he was taming a wild horse. This halfwit means to take my throne with a lie . Everyone in the room could feel the animosity in the way she looked at Tamir. Her own breath was heavy as a dragon's. Jointly? her voice was full of contempt and condescension towards the silly idea. Can a ship can ever have two captains? she walked across the room and stood next to Ser Ossifer Fowler, This is a fool I can trust . No kingdom has ever been ruled by two sovereigns, sweet brother. Maester Augwyn can also attest to that. she laughed behind a veil of fingers, Rule jointly? You must take us for fools if you'd thought we'd believe this mummer's farce. My lord father had respect for traditions, and so he named me his heir. If you can't honor your own sire's dying wish, then at least uphold the law. I am your elder I should be the Bloodroyal - I will guard the way. The morning sun flickered behind passing clouds like a candle making the shadows in the room change shape and size constantly. Handmaidens slowly left the room, and only those of noble birth and high rank remained. And Vayon. The mercenary's army of cutthroats has earned him status as guest of honor on Lord Ander's table. He had been present in a few of the Bloodroyal's council meetings but never in a meeting of this importance. He shouldn't be here , Syn thought. If word is to reach our enemies of this succession dispute, there is no telling how many enemies we'll have knocking on Yronwood's gates. Father should have never let this whoreson see him ill to begin with. A few of the men in the room fell to one knee. Ser Ossifer Fowler was to first to bend his knee, his ocean-colored eyes sparkling beneath her. Some noblemen soon followed. Not out of love for Robert but of hate for Aerys , Syn wagered. Many of those who declared for her were on hostile terms with Tamir for one reason or another. They'd hate for him to be their Warden of the Stone Way. I will mount their heads on spikes the instant I'm done with Tamir . Of those who remained standing, Maester Augwyn was the only one who dared speak. He cleared his throat then spoke with his adenoidal voice, Forgive my intrusion, Lady Syn, but I must inquire. He speaks as if he has a stick up his arse . Lord Tamir is your twin brother. The matter of seniority becomes almost.. irrelevant, and highly questionable, I must say. Some might claim that Lord Tamir was firstborn, and there is hardly any proof to refute that argument. The late Lord Anders had never confided with me, or anyone else that I know of, on the matter of succession nor mentioned who of his progeny was firstborn. I should have you executed as well, Maester, that ought to refute any claim . The Milky Sparrow will set ashore on the gulf of Yronwood on the morrow. Arianna Dryner will be arriving from Weeping Town with her herd of sheep that she intends to sell in our markets. Before she took to tending sheep, Arianna used to earn a living as a midwife. She is mine and Tamir's milk mother, and had helped with our births. She will confirm I am firstborn. Syn gave a sly smirk. Lets see you counter that, dear brother .