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

S er T amir Y ronwood F Death around Dorne only accelerated the responsibilities speared upon the Yronwoods so abruptly. First, the Martells extinguished by infighting by bastards no less, then to his astonishment was witnessing disarray plunged further with the Patriarch passing away as many have estimated in his decrepit form bound to a bed. Glimpses of bewildered gaze illustrated the mysteries behind his death, Dornish law dictating the possibilities, unlike the universal schemes where conventionally things would be secured... Never thought I would wish to bare the laws of foreigners this day . Damning the serpentine mannerisms on the upper echelons of society left him quickly to consider all, even puzzling statements to the family to quickly inspect tone, deviations in body language practically anything to deduce motives that his father tended to call haughty for such games. The Subliminal definition behind hi aloof disposition could constitute a multitude of viewpoints. Fools quickly flocked to those who garnered favor, whether it was the voracious promise of wealth, the vivacious touch of a drooling cunt, even abstract rewards like prestige or in naive notions like how Ossifer Fowler adhered to honor. Syn's theatrics on something humanely like grief could only move those with the compassion or gullibility to believe while majority conceded simply for the abhorrent circumstances befalling everyone. Embracing his sibling should have remained longer, inhibitions and an audience her only sanctuary for what she smeared filled with ambition something in similar positions would he would had stolen too. With his dying breath, he named me his heir Viperess is just pining to snatch Yronwood simultaneous with the discord, we shall see, sister. It wasn't too outlandish for a few of those retaining the Stony Dornishman ethnicity follow customs from the Andal rather than Rhoynar laws of inheritance. Tempting as that solution would undoubtedly be, even a pragmatic manticore like Tamir did not subscribe for blasphemous disregard for the law only its morally grey areas. Fortune briefly shined upon him, Maester Augwyn swinging that cumbersome chain attached to his collar with metals of Steel, Tin, and most notably in his studies Gold for symbolizing economics. One privy to the feeble state of Lord Yronwood he hid his foresight of Syn's lie, instead opting to watch the spectacle unfold between the siblings. The room obviously divided, Tamir devised something immeasurably out of character. Bombarded like wild fire upon the Red keep at her accusation would force his hand, uncanny but nothing else could tame the calamity that unravelled in the minds of allies. I guard the way to more than the borders, I guard the Bloodroyal title. Her words are factual and bare truth to his dying revelation to the future of the Yronwoods. Maester Augwyn can attest Lord Anders Yronwood conflicted with whom should be an heir. Akin to two sides of the coin and we Dornishmen rule with standards, unlike our neighbors. She will rule, but what she left out was jointly with her twin brother ! Ludicrous was the idea, an affront calculated striking closer to misdirection as bewilderment faced the general mood of the nobles and small folks in attendance. Technically ruling dictated the older sibling, yet twins were a complex circumstance with the exception of the witnesses in his parents and the wet nurse. Leaving a nonchalant grimace, grasping her hand while those withholding knowledge mainly in the small council in Yronwood truly knew despite whom was favored that this decision made him appear benevolent with hopes of strengthening their family, not sully it with infighting for the role of Bloodroyal. Clamping her hand, he rose with those even most stunned at the overly dramatic announcement to clap. Niall Sand needed to move ahead of his assignment now, Arianna Dryner must be silenced to keep things in operation whether or not she swear by the New Gods to never address it unless the house was threatened by extinction like how the Martells seemingly just faced.