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“Because it wasn’t a good idea,” Kevan added after his brother. He might not be as aspiring for greatness as Tywin and nor did he want to put himself in front of everyone as the great Lord that might restore his House to its glory but he still shared Tywin’s cleverness most of the time. “If you would’ve waited just a little longer,” if he would’ve called for them in the moment he had arrived perhaps they would’ve been able to hold him down enough to not be here. For the record, the two brothers were against the situation and Darce hardly cared at that point. To what use would it be for him to be against once everything had be done? None. Kevan had his own things to say to his brother.

He could’ve sent him back with a threat if that was his intent. Give him a negative answer.

Or at least offer him a guest chamber instead of a cell - left him write to his family.

And he would’ve shared them even if Tywin seemed to be already filled with enough negative thoughts stirred by their words but a knock and the words of a guard interrupted their discussion. The two women and the Golden Lion could sense Tygett’s look on him. “She must’ve heard,” Kevan sighed then, annoyed by the situation already.

“You said you spoke to the staff,” Tywin addressed Darce - how the Seven Hells did the two of them heard of the situation otherwise? He didn’t need the two of them to have anyone that could see to them during such times - tell them everything that happened between these walls.

“I said I told them to keep quiet around the ladies, I didn’t say that it would work… completely. The young ones are always hard to keep under control,” they always had their mouths running no matter what. “One must’ve pitied her, knowing that he was her uncle and here we are.” Especially because they had the servants mostly formed out of women, younger and older. His voice was lowered this time - just in case. “I told you they should be trained better,” he enjoyed the younger ones, meek and sweet little things, but not now.

Tywin couldn't deny her a meeting, urgent it was indeed - it was about her family. But he had a feeling she would not be pleased by his answer. He was still expecting anything from Walderan’s wife. Kevan’s look burned into his. “Let them in,” he told the guard then. At least they respected the escort matter even during this urgent problem. The door would be opened then, revealing the guard that wore an apologetic smile and the two women behind his. The man would move then, let the two women move forward and Dyanna would await for Desirae to be the first one to enter before moving. And once the two would enter, the door would be closed once again. The image might’ve not looked so welcoming, but tense with the two brothers that saw the wrong in what he did and Darce trying to keep the situation under control… hardly. Though, a look was casted to Tygett from Dyanna, but hastily removed.

“Lady Desirae, Lady Dyanna,” the dark haired knight was the first to speak then, greeted them. Kevan’s look was apologetic for Desirae then, knowing there was nothing he could do. “You’ve mentioned an urgent matter, I believe,” and he wasn’t that stupid to believe that it didn’t have her uncle in the middle of it. They didn’t have the luck to think that there was another urgent matter - but could hope.


The main problem, forever in her games - Roger and Reynard always had to be part of the problem, every time reminding her of the one that could easily break her games and plans. Reynard was frustrated with her and she knew that he was more understanding than Roger. Roger would yell, shout, let it all out on her as if the sky would’ve unleashed over a boat amid the waves. But he was right - she did not have them on her grounds. These were Roger’s. Almost wanted to curse under her breathe but the pride and smug was still above her senses. A puff parted her lips then, as he mentioned punishment. “I’ve heard these words of punishment before,” promises. Simple dust thrown into air.

But only that this time, the matter was significant. She could easily start something far more consequential than some threats. “I am going to have them traded for my husband and he can’t stop me from that. If you expect me to apologize to that young heir and beg for my husband’s release, you’re wrong. I am giving him no hostage and nor will I leave Walderan be one,” she was her husband then but most of the time she forgot the meaning of that word.

Easily remembered when the matter interested her. Like then.

“If something will happen to Walderan, you could not expect me to remain calm and quiet and move after Roger’s words as a leaf in the wind.” She wouldn’t. “If I have to bring them on my lands to have them under my control, so will it be,” even though she sensed this will not succeed. She would look to move past Reynard then - her good willing brother must’ve gone to the cells, see their condition.


Roger Reyne, Ellyn’s brother did not know of this, did not approve of it and the three siblings did not know what to believe - if this was part of a game. If he knew but he only wanted to play with them a little more but from his tone he seemed serious and Damon did not add another thing except a warning look. Once he’ll be free… nothing will stop him if Tywin decided to start a war against this family.

“You can blame your cousin Tywin for taking her husband prisoner,” he spoke and Krysanthe could sense the shit of Joanna’s weight, knew she would want to say anything - that it wasn’t true. That she would not blame him ever, that his sister was the problem but Krysanthe’s grip tightened on her sister, trying to hold her still close, enough so she could calm in her arms and not add anything that would not help their situation. She wondered then, if Tywin knew of their whereabouts but she doubted it, Joanna mentioned nothing and Krysanthe blamed herself that she wasn’t more careful and tried to change Joanna’s mind on this ball. She was the bigger sister and she failed her siblings.

“If you knew, Tywin,” but he didn’t. Joanna was easily calmed though, as she was reminded of the state of her hair and once again she fell into the madness of her thoughts just then. No words said.

Roger addressed her then and she needed to regain her words before she would be able to speak. “We did not know what our cousin done,” nor if his words were true, but she did not add that, voice shaking from its roots. “We were preparing to leave this morning, along the other guests when your sister entered Joanna’s chamber. I was there with her. She gave us no reason, she was only surprised that we have attended…” What a mistake they have done. “She ordered the guards to take us but before that she,” though, Krysanthe stopped herself at Joanna’s sob. “You can see for yourself. Told her Tywin will no longer have an interest in her. And then we were here.” With the explanation given, her attention again returned to her sister - soothed her.

“Can I come with her… at least? If you’ll see to her situation?” If he’ll try to mend… what his sister had done. Krysanthe wanted to believe that this wasn’t a game, that they’ll help them. Joanna. And she knew that Joanna would not receive any help without someone she trusted near.

Desirae Reyne was grateful that they were let in without too much fuss. She heard the low murmurs of voices, and though she could not make out what was said, it seemed to turn in their favor for a meeting. The guard motioned them forward, and Desirae did take the lead, mastering her calm poise as she stepped in. Head up. Hands clasped in front of her. That bit of anxious energy, with all the pride still there.

Darce spoke, not Tywin, and Desirae looked to him as he spoke, holding his gaze until he had finished.

Even as Tygett’s gaze lowered, flustered with the situation. With the presence of Dyanna. With everything about that morning and last night. Tygett couldn’t meet Dyanna’s gaze right then, and was glad he did not feel it lingering on him, burning. He still kept his own gaze down. He couldn’t quite look to Desirae, either. He didn’t agree with this. He didn’t want that to show too obviously.

Desirae caught Kevan’s apologetic look when her gaze moved to Tywin, like stone in his chair, and she spoke, “Lord Tywin, I understand you have my uncle, Lord Tarbeck, in your care,” she would not dare to use any offensive or accusatory language. Even if she did not think this would work, she still had to show the utmost respect and try to get it to work. “I do not know the situation in full, nor will I assume anything. I would only like to see him, so that I may write to my lord father and lady aunt, and reassure them of his state. I am sure you have already done so,” to his detriment, “but my words will have more impact on them.”

It might not be too late. Ellyn would have to plot and figure out just what to do, and her father might be able to rein her in before she did anything too stupid. “It would also serve to ease my own mind, of course, my lord,” added, because of course that was true. She was anxious for Walderan – he was older than Tytos, and acting foolish if he was here on Ellyn’s behalf. She wanted to see him and make sure his health hadn’t taken a turn, under all of this stress.

Perhaps it would help him, as well, to see her. To know she would do what she could to keep this situation as peaceful as possible, for their sake.

Yet she was certain it would be rejected. Tywin would deny it, and she would find another way. So, in spite of her words, there was little hope in them.

~***~

Roger knew that these three would be innocent of knowledge of what Tywin had done – Ellyn had stupidly sent Walderan there. It was all on her, the blame, the problems. He would not cast them upon these people who had been guests in his home. ‘Oh, of course. We broke guest right as well, didn’t we?’ No. No, Ellyn acted and she did not live here. He did not break guest right. Not yet, anyway.

At her question, Roger gave a nod, “Of course,” he told Krysanthe, “once I’ve figured out what is going on and what is going to be done,” there shouldn’t be a question, he should send them back, but much hinged on what Ellyn had already done.

It was like a queue. The door opened, Reynard first, and Ellyn. Reynard’s exasperation said enough, and he looked to Roger first, “She sent the damn letter. She sent it.” Which meant, they could not take it back. Reynard’s eyes took them in, then, as Roger’s gaze went to Ellyn immediately. Reynard took in Damon, the Butterfly, and his little owl. He felt the weight of hopelessness then, and found himself try to mouth ‘sorry’ to her.

He felt so bad for Joanna right then. She had looked so beautiful with her long hair last night, but now….

“He has Walderan, against his will, Roger, what would you have me—”

“I WOULD HAVE YOU COME TO ME!” The lion roared, interrupting her, “I WOULD HAVE YOU THINK!” The snapping anger was clear and Reynard turned immediately.

“You two shouldn’t—”

Roger didn’t care and gave his brother a withering glare. Reynard bit down on his cheek, and Roger turned his gaze back to Ellyn, “Tywin has your Walderan, and my Desirae now. Leave him there. Right to Tywin and say you have reconsidered. Leave Walderan as a hostage.”

“I will not,” defiant tilt of her chin, “I have already told him I will not give him any of these three without my Walderan being returned. Do you want to contradict me? Make it appear that we are a broken house?”

Anger seethed in Roger, and right then, he wanted to. Certainly. Reynard spoke up though, before Roger could, “They’re not your prisoners, Ellyn. What you’ve done is unacceptable. He did not harm Walderan.”

“That we know of.”

“We should let them go, Roger. Just send them back and apologize.”

“We can’t do that,” he spoke through gritted teeth. Image. He was reminded of that, then, when he’d snapped in front of the cousins to Tywin. They wouldn’t forget this. “Walderan is family, and he is held unwillingly. We can get him back, and come to other terms with Tywin.”

“No, no we can’t. Release them, let him keep Walderan – Ellyn has a son, an heir to the Tarbeck name. Walderan is old, it doesn’t matter so much, and then you get to be happy ruling in his absence, Ellyn. Win-win.”

“You’re rather adamant about this, Reynard,” Ellyn noted, recalled, “What were you trying to say to them?”

Roger’s gaze shifted, and Reynard was drastically paler. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“I saw you mouthing something. What?”

“I was apologizing for your stupidity. Roger – if we’re supposed to be united, then we have to be in action, too. She doesn’t respect that, she’s just abusing that lie. Apologize to Tywin and send them back!”

Asteria

The entrance of the two women only added to the tension, considering what had happened last night and Tywin’s gaze moved to the woman but no look was casted from her to Tygett - and Tygett had done the same. Dyanna did not seem bothered by it, she had other things on her mind considering Desirae’s situation but the older brother’s intruding in her plans did not help her either. She did not need this. Darce was impressed by her calm and read through it, Tywin questioned it. The young lady’s words were carefully chosen and not at all demanding or accusatory which only made Tywin question more if this truly was Roger’s daughter and a Red Lioness or it was just an act - the careful lady. That obedient one. A mixture of both, better said.

She seemed worried, but still her poise stood above her emotions. A benefit was offered for him - have the word of her to keep the ones home from worry and a benefit for her as well - ease her own mind. Kevan’s look was telling him the answer through the green eyes, Walderan was her family and perhaps if he was in her situation, he would’ve wanted a positive answer.

“At the moment we’re expecting an answer from your aunt and until then, no one will see to him, especially considering your own state,” she was a hostage as well and if word spread out that he was starting to warm himself to them and allow certain things, he would not hear the end of them. Letters. Meetings. “I can assure you that Lord Tarbeck is carefully watched and protected.” He added no reasons for his decision, he did not need to explain himself in front of her. “But until his place here would not be known, no one will see to him. You may see him once he’ll leave,” if Ellyn’s answer will be the desired one and a hostage would be given. “Or once he’ll be moved into one of the rooms to take his place as a hostage from House Tarbeck. You’ll see him, in the end, I assure you.” But until then no move would be made.

Dyanna wasn’t pleased with this at all and she had made it seen in her gaze but it was all a play as well - make it seem to Tywin that they had been bothered enough while planning their own ways to achieve what they wanted in other ways.

A sigh escaped Kevan’s lips though. “We can offer you a tour, at least. While we’re waiting for the response,” he imagined it would not be long but he wanted to ease her mind.

“Not yet. I have another matter to discuss with you two,” Tywin spoke then before he could add anything else and Kevan’s eyebrow rose, questioning. “Darce, see that the two ladies will be escorted back to their quarters.”

“My pleasure,” the dark haired man nodded, but he would leave Lady Desirae to add her response before following them outside of his chamber - hardly doubted that this will be the end of this matter. They had something else, he could sense it, too docile for the situation, too calm and too prepared for a negative answer to not think of something else. And knew too well, as well, what Tywin wanted to discuss with the two males, don’t get too close to the ladies. The same subject all over again and Darce knew too well that this would not be the last time.

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Roger Reyne seemed just as clueless over the situation as they were, but he knew more, they knew less - what is going on and what will be done. Krysanthe did not leave her look express worry, but everything gave it away after all. Doubted they would be killed but it wasn’t something to leave out of question. She added a nodd though, as he approved for her to remain at her sister's side. And oh, how much did Krysanthe wish that only Roger would remain present but once the door opened once more, she saw Reynard and her gaze moved down immediately as if she would been struck. Lighter steps followed afterwards - Ellyn? Her gaze raised once more to notice the woman but Joanna did not bear to look at her.

She regretted she looked up once she noticed Reynard’s gaze upon them, and it burnt her, pained her as he mouthed an apology. “Don’t.” Truly wanted to say but she didn’t and her tears stained her eyes once she returned her look to Joanna. The exchange didn’t remain unnoticed by her brother though and his gaze was the next to burn into her.

But every thought stopped as Roger’s shout was heard and the contradictions erupted. She wasn’t willing to give them back. But this situation wasn’t accepted either. “Make it appear that we are a broken house?” They wouldn’t want that, would they? The strength of their family placed them above the Lannisters - theirs was broken. Everyone knew that Tywin raised against his father’s word. And he would continue to do so. Most did not know to whom to reach, Tytos or Tywin.

Reynard insisted though and Gods, how much Krysanthe wanted him to stop. For him to remain quiet and her heart skipped a beat as Ellyn had noticed his mouthing.

“No one will be sent back!” Ellyn snapped immediately. “And you’ll hear no apology coming from my mouth for that reckless Golden Lion!” She wouldn’t heart of it. Never. “I sent Walderan there to give him a message and our decision, not to threaten Tywin and as long as he will be rotting in a cell, so will these three!” As simple as that and her rage was boiling underneath her skin. “I do not know what got into you with that apology and this determination of yours but at this point our family can’t afford to give them back while Walderan is in their hands,” yes, it was her fault by making it worse, she’ll accept that but they wouldn’t be returned.

“You’re no better,” Joanna spoke then, voice so soft and she interrupted Ellyn’s madness. “You’re not what strong family you aspire to be and what you present the world! You condemn Tywin for his situation but you’re only better at hiding it. You fight like headless animals,” pitying words almost, Krysanthe’s efforts being in vain as she tried to hold her back. “Of course, it is quite the show. The woman that could destroy the image of the house, an usurper as most call you,” for Roger. “And the seducer, the charming knight and his now mouthed apologies.” Neither did Damon or Krysanthe thought she could say such things.

Ellyn’s reaction wasn’t mad, more of an entertained watcher as a harsh chuckle escaped her lips. “Big words for a little girl, didn’t think you had it into you. Reputation ruiner, usurper, seducer…” The two were understandable, the last though, questioning. “Did my brother seduce you and broke your heart?” That would be something to share with Tywin.

“Not me nor my heart,” and at such words, Krysanthe’s face lost its color - grew paler and Damon noticed the change in his sister as she held Joanna, now calmed, as if she spoke something she hid for so long.

Hiding the anger of her eyes was a problem, Desirae was aware of it, but it was not something she could pull off. Beneath Still Waters – yes, she kept calm, but water was still clear. Clear, and could be seen through, and Desirae knew that it burned under Tywin’s answer in spite of her preparations for it. Of course, she remained calm. Poised. But her gaze burned into his eyes all the same, wanting to burn out the golden flecks and destroy his own wildfire.

‘You’re an idiot. You’re an idiot and I’m going to tell them I’ve been denied seeing Walderan. If you deny the letter being sent, then I will call you a coward with too much to hide. You honor and own your decision.’

Of course, Desirae just let those thoughts exist in her head. Breathed in deep, and breathed out, looked to Kevan who offered the tour and had it denied again. It took much effort not to let out a bitter laugh, but she kept silent. Tywin did not like laughter, or so the rumor went. They were dismissed, with no further parley, and Desirae forced her hands apart.

She inclined her head politely to Tywin, “Thank you for hearing me out, my lord,” oh, it was far from over. She wasn’t agreeing to what he said, only acknowledging that he heard. He hadn’t listened. Only heard. “I will see to it that my lord father is informed that you are keeping him safe.” According to Tywin, would be the addition.

Because she was not allowed to see him.

All of that would be clear, and when the letter was denied, she’d throw it in Tywin’s face. The war here had only just begun, and Desirae would make sure Tywin saw every flaw to his decisions before she was done with him. Make sure he understood how stupid and stubborn he was being right now, when he let his pride get in the way.

Yet, she would only raise her head, and turn to leave with Dyanna and Darce, quiet after those words, composing the letter in her head, and breathing slow. Calm.


Tygett waited until they were gone, but he had looked up a few times. Looked, when Tywin spoke, and looked to Desirae as he spoke. He’d seen those eyes before – Roger’s eyes. Only, Roger lost his temper. Desirae held hers, but that fury had been too present to ignore, and he tried to catch Kevan’s look to see if he saw it.

If he knew it – there was no word of Desirae’s temper. Not like Roger, who executed prisoners once in a fit of madness, but it was the calm ones that worried Tygett more, and for obvious reasons.

His brother was like that. Calm. When he erupted, though, it was often quite volatile. Fortunately, that was rare. Very rare.

Tempers were not a rare thing for the Reynes, however.

He tried to keep his eyes off of Dyanna, but when they lifted to her lady, inevitably he also saw her. She did not speak into this situation, but acted in her role, so it made her easier to ignore. He was grateful for that, and when they left, he did ask, “Kevan, she doesn’t have a temper, does she?” He might have some idea if she was about to burn Casterly Rock down or not.

~***~

Roger hated everyone in that room. He needed a moment to think, to gather himself. Reynard made points, Ellyn made points, and why did they always have to be opposite? He heard them, but he needed to think.

Only, Joanna spoke up, and her quiet voice drew them all in the way Lord Bolton’s own soft voice could bring people to attention. Roger listened as she spoke against them, called them divided for one argument, and insulted them, each differently, and her words of a seducer were of interest. His eyes fell on his brother as he lost his color.

As Ellyn asked if it was Joanna that fell for him.

If only.

“You did not…,” low growl then from Roger, “Krysanthe is the woman you were speaking of?” He gestured towards her, the one who had provided details, the one who seemed to still have her head in this situation. “A LANNISTER?”

Ellyn let out a callous, amused laugh as that question was turned, and Reynard flustered, “I—yes!” He wouldn’t deny it. He liked Krysanthe. Still liked Krysanthe, still wanted to court her, “Yes, and I still want to court her,” Ellyn’s laughter became more shrill, and Roger hit his own face with his hand, “We have no issues with them, you’ve sent Tywin Desirae. If Tywin holds Walderan as hostage, all will be even.” Fair. “We can continue on, make amends for what Ellyn’s done to Joanna, and….”

“Pick someone else.” Roger demanded.

“I don’t want anyone else.”

“You knew her for a night behind masks and playing games,” the hand slipped down Roger’s face, “She’s a girl – there are plenty of others out there.”

“I don’t want anyone else!” He repeated, “And I got to know her quite well, thank you, you shouldn’t be the one questioning my judgment,” huffed then.

“You had him send his daughter to Tywin, I’d question it,” Ellyn smirked.

“You sent your husband to Tywin. Shut up.”

“How well do you know her, hm?” Ellyn teased then, leaning forward a bit, “Seducer. That usually has certain…implications with you, brother.”

“No….” Roger tried to deny it again. He looked to Reynard for a straight answer, saw his brother’s cheeks had warmed in anger. In embarrassment. Yet, he didn’t deny it right then, seemed flustered. “No! Reynard! You dishonored her? What did I tell you? A thousand times, what did I tell you?”

Why did the Gods give him such horrible siblings?

Asteria

The young lioness expressed her gratitude but it was clear that she was unpleased by his decision - he would be foolish to think that would be the first and last discussion he would have with her on this matter. That’s why he did not allow Kevan, nor Tygett to escort them because she would find ways to persuade them, Kevan more than Tygett, he presumed. Kevan had a weakness for her because the respect he held for her father but Tygett could be easily fooled, as well, by her lady-in-waiting. Her green eyes burnt into his but his own kept their stirred calmness.

He couldn't win this if his brothers always ran after their skirts as obedient pups. Nor if he tried to please her because she was a centerpiece of this whole stirred madness. “You’ll write no letter yet.” None that wouldn’t help this situation. But he didn’t say it, just nodded, played the game she had started. “Of course,” not.

His eyes watcher her as she turned, along her lady that shared her own disapproving expression and Darce casted just one more look to Tywin before he would follow them outside.

Kevan seemed himself displeased by the situation, with the tour denied and Tywin wanting to speak to them - all of over again. She had the right to see to her uncle, he was family and her status of a hostage should not matter but Tywin reminded her of her position. He noticed the wildfire in her own eyes, the target being his brother but he did not condemn it. “She did not have one in her home,” hardly around Roger. They were both calm, content along each other. “Here… the story might be different,” accusatory look for Tywin. He wasn’t helping with that.

“She has a temper, she’s only putting it out of sight. It won’t help her situation if she showed it,” he had learned some things from Shadow and his deceiving games - the roles he took. This might be as well just a role. It was more to Shadow than a chivalrous knight, that was just a role, learned as many others. And Tywin had his own camouflage, the proper Lord but his temper was known to those around him. Especially to his father.

“Of course you would know. Who is the proper burning Lord if not you,” if Tywin would’ve been in Desirae’s place, he would’ve done the same. Be proper but it was just a play. Kevan’s tone didn’t want to seem that he was criticising him, but that’s what he was doing. “You should’ve left her see her uncle, maybe not write to her father about the situation but a positive word from her would’ve been better than ours.” Roger would not trust them fully. “He will worry for Desirae’s well-being and if he will start worrying, so will the others that have their daughters in our custody,” they’ll question them.

“This is exactly what I’ve wanted to bring into discussion and why I didn’t let you two go with them,” this care that they never seemed to show for other ladies. “Last night I had to move around after a lady’s skirts in our garden because she was told by you that she was free to wander around Casterly without being escorted. You know who that lady is,” his burning eyes were on Kevan this time. “And her lady-in-waiting was occupied with someone else,” wanted to add the position he had found them in but didn’t. “I want distance between you and them. “They are taking advantage of this understatement and care that you are giving them.” And they were foolish enough to allow them.

“Seeing a better path for the situation you’ve brought us in doesn’t mean we have a weakness for the ladies,” even if Kevan’s tone wasn’t truly rejecting what Tywin had in mind - after all, he told her she could walk on her own, considering the amount of guards, but he did not expect her to do it at night. Or wander further than the necessary spots as baths and kitchens, their quarters. He had accepted to be her dance partner as well. Tywin wasn’t fully… wrong but not fully right either.

“Yes, of course. Then show the same care for the other ladies as well and complain every time some of their letters are rejected or sudden visits are denied,” because he did not done so until now. Or at least didn’t speak against his decisions. Kevan could only groan in annoyance - this was an entirely different situation and Tywin did not want to accept it.


Once Darce exited the chamber, the talking seemed to continue and the brothers could show their displeasure with one another. The guard was still standing at the door, worried still that he might have interrupted something important if the lions were all in one place. “You can return to your post, I’ll take care of them from here,” and relief could be seen on the man’s face as he went ahead then and Darce would motion for the ladies to move ahead and he would follow their pace. He wanted to move from the door, to keep them from hearing the conversation but wanted for them to speak freely as well.

“You can breathe now, punch something if it would help. Or shout.” He left out a chuckle then, imagining - she might’ve controlled her temper but her eyes spoke another story. She wasn’t calm, nor content. She was burning and her want to maintain her poise intrigued him. “He won’t send your letter until he won’t get the answer he truly wants,” meaning it would be written in vain. “Unless it would help his cause but I doubt it after he denied your request,” she would mention it, clearly.

“I am free to send any letters I want,” Dyanna reminded, she was a guest, not a hostage. “Or he’ll go over my guest’s rights?”

“That wouldn’t help with his image, would it?” He knew where she wanted to move - if Tywin would go over her rights, she could complain. The raven might have an unfortunate accident, all could be hidden. Dyanna seemed to offer a knowing smile then - trapped. But they won’t be, for long. “What is the second plan? You won’t make me believe that that play was all for nothing,” it was a front and they would look to move behind it.


“Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.” It was no longer for Joanna but for herself as her sister unleashed a discussion she was afraid of - closed her eyes then, breathed but they did not stop. She was the woman he mentioned and he did not pull back, he did not want anyone else but her. At any other moment, these words would’ve melted her and they did, but she could not accept it then. This wasn’t supposed to happen, not like this. Not in such a moment and perhaps if Ellyn would’ve not pushed further, she could’ve handled the situation but she did and once she heard the word she feared, any color from her face left her. Even if her eyes opened, they moved down and Joanna retracted herself from her arms, as if she would’ve been stabbed. Bitten. Poisoned.

She didn’t imply that, only… but he didn’t deny and she knew her sister too well to be able to read the shame that took over her features. Joanna would’ve shouted and Damon himself froze as he looked at his sister, no longer calm but boiling with anger. Ellyn’s puff was the only sound that stopped them from starting their own scandal in front of the Reynes.

“And here I am judged for my decision while my dear brother is dishonoring ladies. A Lannister.” Laughter - nervous but laughter. The situation was amusing in its stupidity. “Oh, what price wouldn’t I pay to see Tywin’s face when he’ll hear of this. You’re playing an interesting game, Reynard.”

“Krysanthe, deny.” Damon was the one to warn her then, through clenched teeth and Krysanthe wished to do so, truly did but she did not find her words as a sob followed. “Krysanthe, deny what they are implying! Now!” But what was there to deny? Silence was an answer and Damon cursed under his breath. “Were you that foolish? Krysanthe, there was more to you!” But he felt as if he speaking to a wall.

“That was what you wanted to tell me this morning,” Joanna’s voice held no fury, only dissapointment. In herself. In Krysanthe. “I gave her to you thinking you’ll take care of her, you promised it!” It was fury for that cursed man then, as her eyes shot to him. “Not this! Not taking advantage!’ It hurt her - her own situation. Krysanthe’s. They destroyed them, so easily.

“Oh, let’s not throw all the blame on him. She allowed it or she would’ve shouted out of her pretty mouth that he truly took advantage.” Which she didn’t and a smile played on her lips. “Maybe she’ll mind it though, after everyone would hear of it and no suitors would knock at her door,” but wouldn’t this situation be even better if she joined their house? Became a Reyne - Tywin would rot on the inside.

Joanna wanted to reach for her sister but in the same time she didn’t, she brought this upon herself and Joanna found herself guilty of this, indirectly. “You can’t tell, you can’t,” Krysanthe could not take the shame. “You can’t tell my uncles,” not Tytos, not Edmund. “I’ll return home, this won’t be mentioned,” still tried to find some sense into them. She would not speak if they did not. She couldn't remain, not with this situation, not forced. A solution could be found. “I’ll accept anything but not this,” not this shame that could be brought upon her - them even. Her pleas were emotional as she tried to calm herself - tried. “It was a mistake.” A stupid, stupid mistake and she knew that she was the one that set her own trap.

“And mistakes have consequences.” And she’ll learn it soon enough - Ellyn added.

‘Tywin, she will burn us in our sleep.’ Tygett wanted to say, but did not do so. If the woman started a fire, it’d probably be stopped before it got anywhere, but he could imagine it too easily. She was probably used to getting whatever she wanted from her family, they were Reynes after all. Denial, after denial…and this not being her home? He imagined the worst. Tywin even recognized the temper.

It matched his own, as Kevan said. The Burning Lord – but only they ever saw it. Rare, and always, always, severe. ‘So what would Tywin do?’ Probably burn Castamere if he were in her position, but first, he’d certainly do as said. Write the letter. Get it denied. Fuel his own inner wrath and find reasons to justify breaking all the rules.

Then, find a way. Get to the relative in spite of all the rules and guards against him. ‘But she can’t fight.’ Didn’t think she could, and there would be guards outside the dungeons. How would she get to him, then? He knew she would, or would try, and they’d heard of it, so the question was how. Tygett tried to wrack his brain for strategies, but this was a mess.

He barely paid attention to what Tywin was telling Kevan, only paid attention as Kevan let out a groan of frustration. He shifted his attention back to Tywin then, “We’re going to need more guards at the cells,” told him. “She’s going to find a way there,” didn’t know how, but he’d determined that much. It didn’t matter what he or what Kevan did at that point. Didn’t matter what Darce did.

He wasn’t sure how it would happen, but he could see it. She got out last night. She’d find an excuse to get out again. “And some of those girls are her father’s allies. Might have to be careful she doesn’t spread her temper to them.” He was thinking again of them as enemies, because his area was still strategy. Battle.

This might not be the battlefield, but this was a storm brewing all the same.

~***~

Desirae clasped her hands behind her back as they left, keeping them tightly controlled. The nails of her right hand dug into the left hand’s wrist. She would not scream. She would not punch anything. Her temper would be kept, and she’d play this game. She could do the long games, unlike Ellyn, though this would only go to the night. Write her letter. Have it denied. Take the tour when it was finally allowed, and see the Sept.

There would be more than one entrance or exit – Tygett’s suspicions were right, the Sept was exactly what Desirae was thinking of, and going from there to figure out where the dungeons were. She might be told on again, might encounter a guard at the door, but such a thing wouldn’t stop her. No mere guard was going to stop her.

Especially if she could get Dyanna along to distract.

“I must at least try,” Desirae stated, “If Lord Tywin is afraid of having the truth received by my father, then he is admitting he is wrong in his treatment of me.” Bluntly stated, even if it wouldn’t mean that to Tywin, it meant it to her. If he was not owning what he was doing, if he was afraid to have it leave Casterly Rock, then he was wrong. Simple as that. And she’d make a point of him knowing that, before she moved to the next step.

She was seeing Walderan. Desirae cast a look back at Darce as he asked of the second plan. As if she was stupid enough to tell Tywin’s guard it. Her own expression held no smile, only exasperation that he’d ask, before she looked ahead again, “I have no intention of defying Lord Tywin, Ser Lorch. I will try the methods that are presented to me to make him see that it is to his benefit to let me see Walderan, or write to my father. If that means I make him read a hundred re-written letters, then that means I make him read a hundred re-written letters to waste his time.” A subtle smirk.

As if that could be the plan. To just keep writing letters and making Tywin read it to find what was wrong or give a reason for why he wouldn’t send it. She could do that. She was that petty.

~***~

Reynard felt his face heat in shame and anger. He wanted to deny Joanna’s words – he didn’t take advantage. It was mutual! He would never! Ellyn rose to his defense though, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about that right then. His head bowed in the shame of it all, of how it was revealed to them, how he wasn’t able to explain, how this all happened…shame.

He felt Roger’s eyes burning into him. The anger he had for Ellyn transferred now to him, and Reynard didn’t dare to look up at it. “Yes, mistakes have consequences,” Roger echoed Ellyn, “For both of you,” he noted then, pulling Ellyn back into it. “I will see the Lannisters to rooms, rather than cells. They will remain together.” They would always know the other was well. “Guarded.” Heavily. “I will write my apologies to Lord Tywin for what you did to Joanna, and we will discuss what exactly is going to happen you – either you are going to pay a handsome some for the golden locks, or you are losing your own hair, completely,” he threatened Ellyn then, “Call it pay for my guards having to guard them if you prefer,” but the gold would go to Tywin no matter. Or Ellyn’s own hair.

“I will not. I wi—”

“Hush,” he ordered, “We’ll talk of it, elsewhere.” Determine the fee. Determine what she’d prefer. He knew she would go with gold, in the end.

“Then I am going to write to your uncles, Krysanthe,” he said, “and due to this, I am going to offer Reynard to them as a suitor to you, to make amends. Your dishonor would never need to leave the circle that way.” But they would know, and Reynard would become engaged.

This, he knew. “Roger, I—”

“You said you wanted to court her,” Roger snapped, “Do you deny it? Have you suddenly changed your mind?”

“No, but—”

“Then shut up. Now.” Roger ordered. “I warned you. This is what happens if you take a Westerosi’s girl’s honor. You take the girl, as well. I hope you do truly like her, and the two of you end up happy,” and he did, passed a look to Krysanthe, because he knew this would be traumatizing to her right now. Even if the future might be better, right now, it was not. He had sympathy for that.

He glanced then to the guards, “Take them to one of the larger guest rooms immediately, and station four guards around that area, permanently, in rotating four-hour shifts.” So no guard would be there too long. Each one would switch out at each hour.

Asteria

“We’re going to need more guards at the cells.” And Tygett’s words were enough to prove Tywin that he did not pay any attention to his words and warning. Kevan did but he was dismissing them as unfounded - as if he no weakness for the young Reyne. “She’s going to find a way there.” And it was his turn to show his annoyance with his brothers. Ignorant, stubborn and not at all listening to him. He doubted they would do in anytime in the near future as long as the two women would be under their roof.

“We do not need more guards, there are enough. I have three for the actual cell and the dungeons are permanently watched,” he had a bigger number for the guards around the area but it was brought down. His father barely held someone there and they did not take prisoners. Mostly servants that were caught stealing or went over his word ended up in the cells and they all proved to be harmless. Walderan was harmless. The guards he had brought with himself were also imprisoned but he spread so they could not do anything reckless together. They would not escape their situation. “If she leaves once more from her room, we’ll be announced.” Shadow would watch over her and so would the guards spread around the entire keep.

“I do not know if you are really being ignorant or you play that you are ignorant,” and Kevan did not know which was worse either. If he was playing it meant he was following something.

Tywin’s gaze fell on his brother thought, relaxed into his chair - heard but did not listen. “I told her what she had to do - wait. If she doesn’t, it is my problem just as hers. Mine, because I can not keep her under control and hers because if she is found problematic and causes trouble… I can’t hold her as hostage too long, can I?” He mentioned it in the letter, if they caused trouble, he would not deal with them and nor will the situation improve. “Which means that Roger has to hurry and pay the debt. She’s here to help her family, not make their situation worse. There are consequences for disobedience.”

“She would disobey you to see to her uncle because you did not allow her.” That made sense - it made sense. Why didn’t he accept it?

“I said she could see to him later, it’s her choice to hurry things.” Tywin continue to support his point and Kevan’s annoyance could only grow. “You can give them the tour so her temper could be calmed if we worry so much,” added. They wouldn’t listen to him anyway - he had nothing else to tell them until he wouldn’t get Ellyn’s response. “Or I could add her bad influence to the list of the problems she is causing.” Intriguing perhaps, but annoying all the same.

Kevan wouldn’t argue that, at least, he could keep her under his eyes until she would be allowed to see to her uncle and she would give his brother one last glance before deciding to exit, leave Tygett follow him if he still wished to join him to the tour.


Her temper could be noticed in her words and actions - he learned to read these things. Actions and subtle movements as the one made behind her back. There was a fire to her, one that she kept underneath the armor of her poise. She would’ve wanted to erupt, he felt it and throw her disapproval in front of Tywin but she did not, accepted the situation. Or at least… accepted it for then. Doubted this would continue for long. Tywin was a man to push forward to the point of getting on some nerves. It was a part of his charm, annoying and not backing down, he thought, not everyone was forward like Darce. Others were subtle. And that want of his to compete with Roger brought out the worst of him at times. Darce hardly expressed anything though - just smiled at her bluntness. “Ah yes, he is so wrong that he is not leaving his hostage wander around and meet prisoners. Some hostages are usually kept in cells though and move only behind the bars,” reminded. Tywin did not accept that type of treatment if he wanted to get the houses to see that he meant no harm - yet. He gave them freedoms and luxury, more than any hostage could ask for. “You should see war hostages. That’s not pretty. All the chains,” and most of these girls were complaining that the servants did not warm their food properly.

“You’ll defy him,” Darce did not know how or when but he would soon find out. He saw her sprinting around Casterly, he would not miss this. Though, he couldn't deny, her ideas were amusing enough and a guttural chuckle was heard from him then. “That’s still a way to defy someone,” reminded. Doubted she would do it or that he would read all of them but he could see the outcome of this - an exasperated Tywin just as she saw when she was denied access to her uncle.

Seemingly the other ladies did not hear yet of the situation, only four of them were outside, talking in hushed tones under the eyes of the guards. Their smiles were there, barely for the ladies but for Darce. “And here are your quarters,” gave a nod to the four girls. “I’ll tell Lord Tywin to expect his letters later today.” Still amused tone. And so would he leave them, before being approached by the others - too much attention from those who didn’t interest him wasn’t needed.

Dyanna’s smile resisted until then but it dropped immediately once the pretty knight made his way. The guards did not leave them though, once even opened the door and Dyanna would enter, awaiting for Desirae’s entrance before she would leave any word to escape her mouth. “You have horrible tastes in men,” too difficult for her liking. “We better do this on our own that get complications,” from Kevan or Tygett.


“Mistakes have consequences.” And Joanna was delighted that the redhead woman was brought back in but in the middle of this was her sister as well and even if she wished to shout and ask why, she didn’t. Not yet, at least as she listened to what would come upon Ellyn and Roger did not seem to let the woman speak again. “Gold would not bring it back,” it wouldn’t bring her hair back. Nor the beauty it gave her. Her voice was soft and insecure, pulled away from her anger and back to questions that filled her mind. That red mane of hair being cut would help her ease her mind - at least.

Krysanthe was no longer the one that had the situation under control, she was utterly lost as she stood there. She was agitated on the inside but on the outside only the tears were flooding. Hopeless - she was hopeless as he spoke. He will write to her uncles and spread her shame. Perhaps he thought that this was right for both houses but for her, it was imprisonment. Sudden - wanted but not then. Not so fast.

Reynard Reyne had been warned by his brother and he still done it. And she had been warned and she had done it. And now there were consequences she had to live with for the rest of her life - because she had been stupid, careless. “Happy.” Not then, no and she could not take the sympathetic look she received.

The guards moved for them then and she did not speak, did not add anything and she left them help her get up, no look casted for anyone, just as Joanna. Damon grumbled under his breath but she left himself be led.

The fierce eyes of Ellyn followed them but they quickly returned to Roger and she would move after him like a displeased child. Gold. Or her own hair. “You can not touch my hair or my gold,” she wouldn’t hear of it. She would not be shamed in front of the Lannisters and suffer Joanna’s fate nor would she let her gold fall in their golden paws. “I’ll pay for the wedding even, but you wouldn’t shame me like that,” as long as her gold would remain in the family. Less shameful and unknown. “You give the precious cousins back to Tywin after the wedding and he brings Walderan,” simple, wasn’t it? Simple, even if she could’ve left them suffer more, let Tywin boil a little. But he would, wouldn’t he? Tytos would agree to the wedding and Krysanthe wore his name, the opinion of the other uncle hardly mattered to them.

Reynard was getting the easy way out of this - getting married to the girl he dishonored. “I shall congratulate you though, brother, on your hastily made engagement. You know how to force a lady to marry you,” If she would be miserable, so could he. “Only that she might throw herself off of a tower before then, so I wouldn’t be able to pay for the wedding and my hair will be lost in a minute or my gold given to enemies,” all the possibilities

And there was an accusatory look to Roger and his stupid choices.

‘He’s stupid, Kevan.’ It was what Tygett wanted to say, as Tywin denied the possibility of Desirae disobeying. ‘He’s really stupid.’ Because protecting family was enough of a reason for a Reyne. Did he forget that her family was now, right here, and she would want to make sure that family was safe? Yes, family was the reason – and family was the reason she would disobey him, as well.

He was glad Kevan spoke up and commented, though Tywin was apparently not playing at ignorant. He managed not to react any more. No groan. No eyerolling. ‘You could keep her under control.’ Tygett couldn’t help but think. It was the constant issue with Tywin, though. He tried to find the line, but ended up being too firm in order to avoid being anything like his father. That could chafe and cause issues, just as much as too much kindness.

Of course, he’d not say that. Comparing Tywin in any way to Tytos was a bad idea.

Not to mention the fact the Reynes would literally mock him if he couldn’t keep a simple lady under control. It would fall in line with their comments about how Lannisters couldn’t handle Reynes, thanks to Ellyn.

He did sigh as Kevan rose, and offered, “Try not to get our name marred anymore by admitting you can’t control a Reyne, brother. We’re dealing with that problem enough, aren’t we?” Still dealing with it. Forever dealing with it. He had a feeling Desirae was one of the more tame ones, anyway. Frightening as that was, she wasn’t snapping as Roger would. Wasn’t laughing as Ellyn was.

Which was also, perhaps, a problem…she took their words to heart.

He was quick to follow Kevan out, though, to catch up with him and walk alongside him, “I really hope you have a plan,” he told his brother, certain Kevan might be able to rein the Reyne in before she caused some form of havoc in Casterly Rock, “’Cause she looked like Roger. And when he loses his temper, he slaughters prisoners.” There weren’t prisoners for her to slaughter, but…well…still not a good thing.

Supposedly Roger got over that after the Targaryen gave him a stern talking to.

Tygett just bet he didn’t have the opportunity again.

~***~

Desirae did cast a cold look back at Darce for the manner in which he chose to speak of hostages. Of prisoners. She didn’t care so much about the conditions. She would almost prefer a cell. It wouldn’t be a lie. “I have heard enough stories of war hostages and war prisoners, Ser Lorch,” knew what her father had done to a few, once. Slaughtered them, like they were nothing. Slaughtered them until the Dragon talked him down from it, and she knew very well what could happen to Walderan because of that.

No, perhaps he was not treating them wrong, but if he chose to hide the information, then he was insecure about his treatment of them. That was enough. That was a crack in Tywin’s armor, and Desirae would use it as leverage. “If you find his treatment so write, Ser Lorch, then there should be no problem with a letter going to my father,” and in truth, the treatment was not bad. It was only this incident – but even the letters would be attempts to reassure her father. Yes, they would all admit she was not allowed to see Ser Walderan, but they would reassure Roger that she was here, safe and sound.

Double-edged sword. Reassurance of her state. Denial of any knowledge of Walderan’s. The good and the bad. If Tywin was so certain he chose right to not let her see him, he should let the letter go. Yet, Desirae was certain, he wouldn’t. No matter how she phrased it…and she’d phrase it many ways. At the door, she smiled to him, “Thank you, Ser Lorch,” and the smile lasted only while he was there.

Like Dyanna, it died once she was in her room, and she cast the woman an irked look for her words, “You have strange ideas about me,” her choice in men. She went to the desk. She had already unpacked, so it was easy to find her paper, and much else. She took her seat, started to spread it out before her so she could write. She didn’t have enough paper, but she’d get it.

Desirae began to write, but kept talking as well, after motioning Dyanna closer. She could talk and write without slurring the words on the parchment. A skill learned from Roger. He had always been so busy writing letters, “Tonight. I’ll go to the Sept to pray. I’m sure we’ll see it’s design later today,” she told Dyanna, “We can ask privacy to pray, and we can use that to get down to the dungeons. I may need you to distract a guard or two,” but then she’d be through the door, and able to see Walderan. “Shouldn’t be too difficult.”

~***~

‘I can do as I like, Ellyn.’ Roger didn’t say that, and was grateful he was able to keep his mouth shut when Ellyn continued on, offered to pay for the wedding. The wedding would cost more than what he’d charge her for her hair. This became too easy. He didn’t say that, though, but let Ellyn talk on and on, directing some of her fury towards Reynard as well.

“This isn’t how I wanted it!” Reynard snapped back at Ellyn. “I wanted to court her and win her properly, not like this, Roger.”

“Tough.” Roger growled, “Ellyn, I will need 70 gold dragons to begin to reserve things for the wedding, pay the tailor for Reynard’s suit…these sorts of things,” he told her, as if he was accepting her offer. He wasn’t. The gold would go right to Tywin. He was going to send a rider, rather than a raven.

“70!” Ellyn protested, “Just to reserve things?”

“This is still our brother’s wedding – hasty though it may be, he is still getting the best.” Roger stated, “This is going to be expensive, Ellyn.”

Ellyn grumbled, and cut off to go to her room and gather the funds, as Roger continued on towards his, and walked in, finding breakfast on the desk along with tea, left by Sybelle along with a short note that she was handling the guests. He gave a relieved sigh as he took a seat and bit into the still-warm pastry, and then began to dig out his papers. Letters.

“Please, Roger, please reconsider,” Reynard tried to beg.

“No.” Roger stated bluntly. “This helps us, anyway, Reynard,” he shrugged, “This ties us as family again to Tywin,” hint of a smirk. Not closely, but still – they were married to Joanna’s sister. And Tywin cared for Joanna. This would make it difficult for Tywin to act against them, if he valued Joanna’s feelings. Anything that put Krysanthe at risk would not be smiled upon.

“And I’m the clever one,” Reynard spoke bitterly, unaware of how much further Roger was thinking. He always seemed at peace when he wrote, and continued the conversation easily.

“You are, I’m sure you thought of these things. You cannot claim you are selfless and in love, Reynard.”

No, no he could not. The frown deepened, and Roger continued his letters. The apology to Tywin. The announcements to Tytos and Stackspear. When Ellyn returned to them, he took the bagged gold, and then took it with him when he sealed the letters, and brought them along with him as he went to one of his household knights. “See that these only get to the ones they are addressed to. Do not let Tywin have Tytos’s letter,” he advised the knight, and then handed the gold, “He does get the gold, from Ellyn.” Wicked smile. Tywin would also know they would not be returning the hostages until they did get Walderan back. He’d honor that, at least.

“YOU WHORESON!” Ellyn snapped and reached for it, but Reynard grasped her and the rider was soon on his way then, with Ellyn’s gold.

Asteria

The gaze that settled on Tygett wasn’t at all pleased with his choice of words - as if he would ever mar their name. Others were seeing to that, his father, even him and Kevan if they did not learn to keep the distance from the ladies. “We should be all careful with our actions, either of us can mar it,” it sounded bitter, but not as much as he wanted it to sound, he kept his calm. He will keep her under control - had to. But it didn’t mean he will not keep note of every wrong step she took and use them against her if this continued. He could be ignorant. He could play blind. But only play.

Tygett shortly exited after Kevan and so Tywin sighed, leaned a little in his chair. He had to wait now, wait for the response and plan his next move. Ellyn would deny having her as hostage but nor would she leave him remain a prisoner. For all he knew, Roger could imply himself into this - he gave a hostage but his sister didn’t. The Reynes had their own members to mar their name, only that they were better at hiding it while Tytos was putting everything on display. And so did himself.


The second son did not know if he was boiling from the heat or from anger but Tywin, in his pure defiance irritated him greatly. Tygett joined his side then and he relaxed, slightly, his shoulders slouching from the straight posture he had in front of his older brother. “I don’t have a plan,” he couldn't do something against Tywin’s words even if he wished to. Bribe the guards? Command them and leave them announce Tywin in the end? Everyone was his pawn. Even if he wanted to help Desirae he could not leave her see how broken their opinions and house were in this situation. “I can only talk with her and hopefully calm her temper before she burns us all with her eyes.” He did not think he would help her see any sense in Tywin’s decision. “Keep her mind off things until he will allow her to see Walderan,” and hopefully he will accept that.

Sighed though, at his brother’s words. “She might have a temper but I do not think she will kill any of us… or anyone,” he still found it strange at times, to think so of a woman able to easily take a life. But women were still people and perhaps they did not hold the power of men but they held their anger - even a greater one. “We can’t leave her get out of hands either,” Tywin could be right on that matter, they had to control her from the start if they did not want to not be able to do so later.

He expected to see Darce returning but no sight of him as they moved through the halls and Kevan would stop in front of the door. The stares of the ladies were always there. If they had no other matter to handle, they could have gossip at least. He would prompt himself in front of the door then, return back to the straight poise and knock on Desirae’s door. “Ser Kevan and Ser Tygett,” announced then, voice softer.


Dyanna could not help the smile that appeared on her lips once again, return at the irked look and the words that should, once again, move her away from any thoughts she had regarding Desirae and any of the men around her. “Ser Lorch might not interest you,” and she imagined it wasn’t the other way around it but the man loved to play, didn’t he? “Kevan might not be really… something,” he was charming and caring, but doubted he had the charm that interested Desirae. “Tywin might intrigue you, when he doesn’t irritate you,” and during this short time they had been there, he already seemed to step on some toes. Caught her during her night walk and brought her back, that was something but the matter at hand was something else.

The redheaded woman did not lose any time, she moved directly to prepare the letters. “You would really write one hundred letters, wouldn’t you?” Dyanna doubted it but there was a spark of determination, a smirk while she shared her idea with Lorch that she got to believe in it.

And the plan seemed to be prepared. Ask for privacy to pray in the Sept and then find their way to the dungeons. “The Gods shall be proud of us for using them in our noble scope,” and they should see that they would succeed. Seemingly they would split in the end, Desirae will see to the guards while she would see to her uncle. “After this, I will really deserve to go to Lannisport and find some pretty things for myself,” gave her a look then. “Guards are handsy,” most of men were only if they did not like partner of the same sex. Then it would be interesting.

She would want to move for the bed and sit down with a sigh but as the knock was heard on the door and Desirae was occupied with her letters, the task would fall into her hands. “Ser Kevan and Ser Tygett.” The smirk on her lips was clear. “Our knights came to save us from despair,” as if they could change Desirae’s mind at this point. The girl got something into her mind - she would not let it go so easily. She rose though, moved to the door and opened it, looking at the two men before her. The sympathetic look of Kevan.

“We could start the tour now, if you two wish for it,” the tour being basically an excuse for him to get to talk to Desirae.

“Ah, I am afraid that Lady Desirae is preoccupied with the letters,” accent on the plural. “For Lord Tywin. But you could join us,” her look returned to Desirae then, searching for her approval, just as Kevan. Truly wanted to speak to her, apologize one way or another for the scene from before. “Ser Tygett promised to assist me with the furniture after all, he could do it before the tour. Desirae could use some companionship in my absence,” a little smirk there as she awaited, no look for Tygett just yet - made her tone seem innocent enough. A play and Kevan’s look moved to Desirae as well, he would accept this.


Once the three siblings were brought in the chamber, each seemed to maintained the distance, away from one another, out of shame, embarrassment and anger. Joanna calmed, hardly, but the stained cheeks were proof enough of the pain she went through and even then she could feel the tears sting her eyes as she tried anything to fix what was left of her hair. Not long enough, not short enough, Ellyn had seen to it too well. Damon was just boiling, outside and out and he did not pick to remain in a corner, on the beds, but move in the middle of the chamber. His sisters were quiet - too quiet that he was almost afraid of the thoughts they had. Of anything they could do. The silence took over them for a good while.

“You… you were purely out of your mind, Krysanthe,” annoyed with her more than with anyone. He could not even blame the Reynes for this - it was her choice. “You could’ve told me that he did not leave you alone, I would’ve done something,” anything. “Instead of ending up… in this situation.”

Joanna puffed for a moment. “You were with your own lady, Damon,” her voice was ragged from the shouting and crying, and so emotionless. “You barely cared for anything else,” and the look she received was accusatory.

“I left you two alone because you look after one another! You wished so much for this cursed ball and here we are,” prisoners, away from home and in the middle of a messed up situation.

“Stop throwing the blame on one another,” Krysanthe’s voice was barely audible. It had been her mistake. “I’ve… been foolish enough. I’ve left him. I believed in some sweet words.” And she could no longer turn back time, no longer could pick her own path at this point. Everything she had hoped for became nothing at that point - just false thoughts. This would not be happy.

“You’ll have to remain here! You don’t realize that?!” The thoughts killed Damon as he threw his hand in the air.

“I know.” It was too late to change now and pitying herself would lead her nowhere. “I know.” Repeated at the tears filled her eyes one more, spilled. “I know.”

Lorch didn’t interest her in the way he might interest other women. His game was too well known to Desirae. Kevan was sweet, endearing, and she liked him…but not in any way beyond a friend. Dyanna’s words teased again at Tywin and Desirae felt her cheeks heat. Told herself it was anger and annoyance with Dyanna’s insistence, but didn’t he intrigue her?

Of course he did. He was the one her father worried about. And he was handsome, of course. Nothing more. She didn’t justify Dyanna’s thoughts with more words this time.

‘I can be very petty.’ Desirae knew she shouldn’t be proud of the trait, but honestly, she was. There were reasons why the Reynes would succeed, and part of it was pettiness. A certain ability to find loopholes, or ways to be defiant, without technically breaking any rules. It was how Roger managed to still be alive. He knew the rules of engagement. So did she. ‘Tywin can deal with the letters.’ It would take her more time to write them, than he would ever spend reading them, but that wasn’t the point.

It would also make him think she wouldn’t do anything else. Yet, there was a knock, and Dyanna moved to get it, so Desirae just continued writing.


Tygett silent on the way to the rooms, after Kevan’s answer, and let Kevan knock and announce them. It was not Desirae who opened the door, though, but Dyanna. He could see Desirae over Dyanna’s shoulder, writing. That was clear from the gestures of the quill, and the posture in the chair. Not unexpected…she had promised she would write. ‘Letters?’ Why did he have a bad feeling about that?

Desirae looked up, feeling the searching look, and saw Kevan’s apologetic look. Again with the apologies…she gave a sigh, but nodded her consent, that she wouldn’t mind additional company, before her gaze returned to the work at hand. “I know you need to be unpacked soon,” she commented idly.

Let Dyanna continue her games with Tygett.

Tygett said, “I can assist with that now,” he wasn’t feeling in the best of moods after the scene with Tywin, either. Getting to do some work would help. Moving about. He would have preferred doing so in a better mood, when he could enjoy the flirting a bit more – but this still wouldn’t be so bad.

He’d step back, uncertain if Dyanna wanted to take the door to her room that was within Desirae’s, or go out from this door and slip into her room. He made space for her, though, if she wanted to move by him, “We can do the tour after I’ve finished,” figured Desirae would be done with the letters first. Couldn’t be that many, right?

Oh, how wrong he was.

~***~

With the letters done, the gold sent, and everything else in order thanks to his lovely wife, Roger was content to move on to his promise to fix Joanna’s hair. He mentioned it in passing to his daughter, Eva, when she came running up to ask about Reynard’s wedding.

“So he found one? He found one?” Eva asked, all but jumping on her toes as she watched her father take supplies from one of the guest bedrooms to make sure the brush was clean. Scissors he had as well, and plenty of ideas moving about his head from styles he’d seen more frequently in Essos than Westeros. In Westeros, women didn’t wear their hair short.

Reynard was with him, shadowing his steps. Roger was going to see Joanna – which gave Reynard an excuse to see Krysanthe if he pretended he was acting as his brother’s bodyguard.

“Yes, Krysanthe Lannister,” Roger told her.

She frowned at that, canted her head, red hair spilling over her shoulder. “I thought we didn’t like them? Don’t they have Desi?”

“Tywin has your sister. Krysanthe is from the other branch of Lannisters.”

“Other branch?”

“Mm. The one we like,” that was how she had to understand it, for now, “And I’m going to go help Krysanthe’s sister with her hair. She’s going to be trying a shorter style.”

“LIKE THE MOON MAIDEN?” It was probably odd that his daughter knew the name of courtesans. Needless to say, that knowledge came from Desirae, who told her about the people she met abroad. The Moon Maiden had been a courtesan with pretty black hair, but cut short. It made her seem feline, and she was just as graceful as one, with golden eyes that burned like stars.

Desirae had a way of fascinating her sister with those tales. “Yes, something like that.”

“Please, can I see? Please!” She wasn’t yet allowed to travel, hadn’t yet seen the styles, but she had always been curious about such things, especially when the others returned with such strange outfits.

Roger gave a relenting sigh, as if it took much thought, “Very well, but you have to behave,” he reminded.

“I will! I promise. I’ll sit quietly and watch.” She absolutely would not, but Roger only smiled and gave her a nod, letting her follow in his footsteps as he and Reynard made their way to the guarded chambers where the three were. He gave a knock before the door, and stepped in, calm and poised. Reynard slinked in after him, and Eva followed, right besides his leg, almost clinging to it.

“I have sent word to everyone,” he informed them, looked apologetically to Joanna, “I only got 70 gold out of my sister, but I can assist now with your hair, if you would like.”

“You’re gonna be as pretty as the Moon Maiden!” Eva said, looking to Joanna, knowing who it had to be without introductions. She glanced up then, “Right? Right?”

Roger just gave a humoring nod, and Eva looked right back to her, “Don’t worry! Dad’s the best with hair! He does mom’s hair, and mine, and Des, and Roland’s, and Reynard’s, and—”

“Eva,” gentle.

“Right!” She fell silent, but the smile was bubbling on her lips, clearly ignorant of what was going on. These were the good Lannisters, right? Right.

Reynard was silent, but he did slink in, leaned against the wall nearer to Krysanthe, but the anxious energy was about him. He’d let them all get sorted, then he’d try to speak to Krysanthe, as best he could. Apologize for what happened…for everything…this wasn’t how he wanted it to be. Yes, he was certain he would want to marry her, but…not like this.

Asteria

Desirae had noticed her that Dyanna’s look lingered on her and she did turn her attention to them, to see the situation before she moved her gaze back to her writing once more. “Yes, I’ve touched nothing, I wanted to see the moving sorted out first,” she added at her lady’s comment, a smile playing on her lips. Desirae understood what she had in mind, once more. She was waiting for this and Tywin would not destroy it - again. Just had to play enough, regain his attention and want, from then on it would be too simple to control him. He did not look pleased with something and oh, she will make him forget anything. Tygett offered his approval as well, with the promise of the tour afterwards. “It is settled then,” pleased enough with the outcome of this.

She noticed his movement but she motioned with her pointer finger for him to follow her back inside, she did not need to put on a show for the other ladies. At least it would be considered that all of them will be in the same chamber instead of different rooms - cancel the gossip.

“We will leave you two be then. Announce us when the letters are done,” her look was mischievous enough for Desirae, she did not have to hurry in writing them. He would move to the door the two chambers shared then, leave the younger male to follow her.

Opened it and once the male would come after her and enter, she would close it. No attention would be casted on him just yet, lazily moved to the bed. She would sit down, leave herself be brought in the comfort of the sheets as she would cross her legs and her gaze would be brought on the pieces of furniture that needed to be moved. Swapped. “You could move the table to the window,” it was placed too close to the bed for her liking. “And the bigger chest could be brought here,” motioned to her feet. She wanted it at the end of the bed. “The smaller ones can be placed around the wardrobe.” Easier to have them all in one place for then. “That would be all for now,” until she would find something else that bothered her.

And so she will leave them on his hands. “And… I do not know if I shall apologize for last night or not,” of course she would never apologize for such thing but she had to play, didn’t she? Test the waters. “I’ve wanted too much too soon?’” As if it would be an explanation. Her look might inspire a drop of innocence but her eyes held the same burning look - cold flame of the stars.


Letters. Just as his brother, Kevan was himself unsettled by the plural of the word. She did not have in mind to write just one? Hardly thought she would write more but it seemed probable as he noticed the pieces of paper that were prepared. Tywin would deny all of them, wouldn’t he? Be just as petty if she wanted to play in that manner and Kevan did not know if the stubbornness of these two would lead them anywhere except a permanent conflict. Tygett accepted Dyanna’s offer and he followed his brother movement and not offering him a warning look as Tywin did - they were supposed to help the ladies and here they were, helping them. Assisting them in whatever was needed. And once the door would be closed and the two would’ve been left behind, Kevan would leave a sigh escape his lips.

“I shall apologize for what happened this morning,” sincere, though, from the look she offered him before when she noticed their presence, she saw this apology coming. Might not like it. “Even if I know it won’t change anything,” he knew this fact but it never stopped him from apologizing. Tywin made a mess at times, he apologized - Tywin might apologize for others but never when it came to himself. “I wish I could help with this matter but it is out of my hand.” Unfortunately. As much as he wanted to take her to see her uncle himself, this might not get the desired effect - instead it could cause trouble.

Silence would fall afterwards and he would move to sit on one of the chairs, closer to the table. “I will see about the letter though,” maybe convince Tywin to see it sent in the end. “He will leave you see your uncle after he calms the situation with your aunt.” Hopefully soon enough. Or he would only make it worse.

Though, he could not help but wonder. “How many letters are you going to write?” Hoped for a number under ten. Hoped. He would not ask of the message though.The situation might’ve been amusing in any other case… but not then.


The silence fell once more over the three siblings but it did not mean the conflict settled - it was just boiling. Krysanthe knew it would not be the last time Damon would throw his remarks at her but for then, he was quiet and she was thankful enough for that silence. Joanna wished to approach her sister but she had her own pain to handle and she remained in her place, even if the distance created between the two broke her. She did not want this to happen - not like this.

Such a tranquility was perturbed though once the knock was heard and the door opened, revealing Roger alongside his brother. The gazes did not fall on them though, but on the small girl that tugged on her father’s leg - red hair, childish green eyes. Roger had three children didn’t he? Two girls, one boy and thus meant this was Eva Reyne. Damon perhaps barely paid attention but Joanna and Krysanthe were caught by the charm of the young girl displayed in front of them.

The smile that appeared on Joanna’s lips was short and slowly faltered at Roger’s words. Nodded but not necessarily agree to the payment. ‘Hopefully he would not take it as mockery.’ Barely cared for her state when she thought of Tywin. He would take this well. But she nodded to his words - as long as this could be somewhat fixed and she could appear in front of Tywin with her head high… she’ll accept it.

Eva’s looks and assuring words brought Joanna’s smile back to life though. “I’ll take your word for it,” said as she spoke of how well Roger dealt with hair - could trust him to that. His hair was envied by many… especially women. A gentle scold was brought upon the girl but the same smile still played on her small lips.

“No, it is alright,” told Roger even if she still found it odd to speak freely then, without wanting to shout and throw her venom. ‘He wants to help. Ellyn did this.’ Not as if it would matter to Tywin. “Her energy and happiness is welcome,” her thoughts could be distracted at least, why she left him handle what was left of her hair. She would move to a chair though, make it easier for him, her hands removing any stained tears from her cheeks. She would leave him do as he thought, she barely could get something out of her mouth when it came to that matter.

Krysanthe could feel his entrance - did not know how, but she did. Reynard’s steps were approaching but they still remained at a distance and she was grateful for that. She wanted to not look at him but she did, turned her head slightly, to assure herself that he was there but her eyes held such a confusion. Regret. Disappointment. But just as quick as it came upon him, just as quick her gaze moved from him, ashamed. Damond gaze upon her was just as burning. So was Reynard’s - both burning into her. Pulling at her.

“Eva, don’t you want to stay next to me while Joanna gets her Moon Maiden’s haircut?” Distract herself. Her smile was sweet and welcoming, really wishing she would accept the proposal. Gentle pat on the free side of the bed.

With the gesture, Tygett did indeed follow the Dornish woman back inside, and through the door to her own room. The door was shut quickly behind them, and Tygett felt himself tense and brace, in case she acted at all as she had the other day. Instead, she just went on to her bed, plopping down lazily to begin to give directions. He followed her gestures and glances with his eyes, making note of her directions in a list in his head.

Naturally, he went towards the table first, once she had finished with the directions. It was large, but light enough. He cleared it of a few items first, before he picked it up and moved it closer to the window. He sat it down, once moved, and listened to her apologize.

Not really apologize.

‘It really wasn’t too soon for me.’ Tygett did not say that aloud, but gave a nod, “I’m sorry for Tywin,” he wouldn’t say he hadn’t wanted it – he did. He would have wanted much more than what was offered, “He doesn’t want any of us to cause more reputation problems, so…yeah…that was probably a bit too fast.” Said for himself, to remind himself. He wasn’t supposed to be playing around with the women.

Shouldn’t do anything untoward. Just focus on the furniture, “Is right here good?” he asked in reference to the table, since it was now closer to the window. He wasn’t sure if it was close enough, though, or if it was now too far. He would wait to move on to the chest, if she was satisfied with the positioning of the table first. If not, he’d try to adjust it to her liking.

~***~

‘Get your hooks in him.’ Desirae knew it could be advantageous later, and who was she to deny Dyanna her fun? If she wanted to fuck a Lannister, she could fuck a Lannister. Maybe it would get her to stop talking of Desirae’s own interests, if she could be consumed by her own.

Soon, she was left alone with just Kevan, and he offered another, tiresome apology for Tywin. She sighed and shook her head, silently denying its necessity. It meant very little coming from him, when Tywin himself wasn’t sorry. Yet, she wouldn’t tell Kevan that. She’d do the same for a sibling.

“It’s all right, Kevan,” she told him, “I am certain your brother has his reasons, even if he is only going to make the situation worse with my own family. Hopefully, at least, one of the letters with satisfy him.” Something to tell Roger she was all right. Something to tell him truthfully that she knew nothing of Walderan.

At his query of how many, she answered simply, “100,” without a look up to see Kevan’s reaction. “I’m sure one of them will satisfy Tywin’s picky nature, and then that one can be sent. If not, I’ll have to get some pointers about where I went wrong with the letters.” As if Tywin would read them all. She was betting he only got through 70, tops.

~***~

It seemed Eva did not have to behave as much. Her cheer brought some light to the room, to the Lannisters, though Damon did not seem to enjoy it. He was staring heatedly at his own sister. Roger couldn’t blame him. He had donned that expression numerous times himself, and gave Reynard an annoyed glance, before his attention returned wholly to Joanna and her hair situation.

He moved forward and laid a towel down, so that as much of the hair as possible would be caught and not be a nuisance upon the floor later. “There will be more cut,” he advised, “Please do not panic over it, as it is right now, it is too choppy and uneven to maintain the length.”

He brushed through her hair, so he could get a sense of the damage done. He sought a guiding piece as well, to match with, and follow along. He kept the image of the Moon Maiden in mind all the way, recalling that interesting and childishly playful style she wore. She had been pretty, of course, dainty and like a maiden, even if everyone knew she wasn’t.

There was innocence in the shorter hair, somehow. Long hair made women look like…women. Shorter locks seemed to restore an innocent and youthful gleam to them.

He kept that in mind as he finally began to cut, finding his guide and using it, hands steady.

Eva sat in front of Joanna at first, just watching, as if mesmerized. It broke, however, when Krysanthe called to her. “Oh, okay!” Eva pulled herself up quickly and sprinted to the bed, then climbed up on it to sit besides her. She brought her knees under herself and stared up at Krysanthe, “So you’re joining the family, right?”

It wasn’t Joanna, she had figured that out.

Reynard couldn’t marry Damon.

That meant it was this one! “I think I’ll like you.” Said with a slight cant of her head, and the gesture caused her to see more of Joanna again. She immediately forgot Krysanthe, except to use her to turn around, hand falling on her leg as she faced towards Joanna again, “Your hair is so pretty!” Squealed as she watched it get shorter, styled better, “Oh, sorry,” drew her hand back, put them in her lap, and tried not to bounce a bit on the bed.

Reynard had to cover his lips to muffle his amusement with his niece. They were all so charming, really. Desirae, Roland, Eva. Made him wonder how they were Roger’s, when he was feeling petty. Sybelle had to be the enchanting one there – the siren of the Fair Isles. “Settle down, Eva,” Reynard said softly.

She pouted her lips, put her hands into fists in her lap, and tried to settle more. Again. She wasn’t good at this. Didn’t know how Roland and Desirae could always be so calm and poised, when there was just so much going on.

Asteria

Her eyes moved over him as he went for the table first, picked it up and brought it to the window. A pleased smile played on Dyanna’s lips, leaving her foot lazily move in the air as she awaited for it to be settled down. He did take her apology - if it could be called that. Instead of accepting it though or expressing that yes, it had been too sudden, he apologized for his own brother. He was the one behind this, not wishing for anyone around him cause any problems or dishonor one’s reputation. Tywin Lannister was worried that his brothers might overstep but what about him? There were many pretty ladies here… not Joanna Lannister, of course, but someone might have caught his eye.

He had the looks of a heartbreaker himself. Dyanna would not deny, the men of Westeros were pretty enough - interesting enough. ‘Probably a bit too fast.’ He did not trust that himself, did he? “Maybe a little bit closer? To the right? Then you can see to the chest,” It just needed a little push. Didn’t speak on the first matter, not yet.

Dyanna raised then and moved for the items that he had left behind once he removed them from the table. She did not bring her own out yet, still in the chests but there were just some simple writing utensils, candle holders. Once the table would be at its place she would move to place them down.

Just another small moment of silence, trying to remain closer to him as she leaned over the table to place the candle holders. “You do not need to apologize,” she did not like apologizing. Every word and action held some meaning behind them - apologizing was useless. She straighten herself but her hands still remained on the table, flat. “As for reputation… mine is not an impediment,” he could guess for himself that she was no longer a maiden. Too forward. “I am free to bed who I want when I want,” her father might not agree to most of her dallancies but he did not speak against them either. “Usually the woman’s reputation the source of problems in such situations.” Always the woman, never the man.

“But if you want me…” That little play, voice low once more and her eyes sought for his. “I can even remain a secret to everyone as long as I will get some moments with you,” from time to time. Men loved to be in the center of one’s woman mind, she’ll place him there. She would not press though, he was free to dismiss her words and move for the chests instead of remaining near.


Desirae sighed and shook her head - Kevan knew this would be the answer he would receive to his apology. What could he do except apologizing? Tywin would not apologize in this situation even if his life depended on it. He believed in the wrong of Ellyn and Walderan only found himself at the wrong time with the wrong words that he was taught. ‘Family.’ That word was something abominable coming from Ellyn or anyone around her. She had been in their family but no longer and Tywin would see that it would remain that way. Not as if there was any chance for them now - no Reynes interested any of them. Not as if Roger would accept it either. Both stubborn and both unwilling to look at each other without any other feelings except anger and unacceptance.

“It isn’t alright, he should’ve left you see him,” that’s what annoyed him most. “It is not as if you would’ve freed him from the cell,” did not doubt her power in any other circumstances but not then. Not in this situation. “He is still ruled by indignation and irritation and when he’ll wake up from it, it would be too late to bring any bright light upon this or make it any better,” as if there was any possible way to make this any better now, after he denied a letter that could’ve helped them.

“One hundred.”

His surprise was clear on his features but she did not look at him to notice him. ‘Please tell me you got that number wrong.’ Doubted it. If anyone was able to pay attention around him while writing that was Roger and so was Desirae, seemingly. ‘He would not pick any.’ Though, a smile played on his lips at her pettiness. “Just as you write these letters so would he give you some pointers,” fire for fire. Tywin would return this. “Nothing I would say will stop this,” so he could not speak against it. Hopefully she will remain without paper at least. “I would try to see to them too,” maybe Tywin could be pushed to send one.

He sighed though as well. “I do not understand why your aunt did not send a hostage as well. Your father sent you here, she should’ve trusted his decision.” But instead she sent Walderan. Roger would not look upon this with good eyes. “Do you think she will give in, in the end?” He wanted to predict the outcome of this, know what to expect. And she could offer a look inside the matter.


“There will be more cut.” Joanna could sense her heart drop at that but she understood - it was messily cut, no straight line. Even if she would’ve appreciated a length not so short… it was no place for her hopes then. She added a nodd, held her breath. As long as it would look clean enough and it would settle, she will be pleased, if she could ever be pleased in this situation. ‘It is hair, it would grow.’ It was rational but the golden locks were a pride as any hair was the pride of its owner. Roger took pride in his red mane. She took pride in her blonde one.

And it was gone, forcefully taken for her. She ignored her thoughts as she noticed the movement of the young girl and she accepted Krysanthe’s invitation, eagerly moving to the bed she was sitting on. Krysanthe was herself pleased as she made her way and even if she sat, her energy could still be sensed.

“So you’re joining the family, right?” Even if her smile wanted to die just then, it did not as she watched her enthusiasm. She could not offer the approval in words but a simple nod. She will. Against her wants… but she will. The question was easily forgotten though, at her words and the hand that connected with her leg. “I think I will like you too,” she offered.

Tittered then at the enthusiasm the young girl presented for Joanna’s haircut. “Yes, you do,” she added as well as Joanna’s eyes fell upon them, a smile being seen but anxiety was still present. The short hair seemed to compliment her features, bringing a childish light to them, Krysanthe would not lie.

She drew her hand though and Reynard’s voice was heard once more, sending a chill down her spine but ignored it, left the amusement when she was looking at Eva to take over her. Krysanthe’s hand moved through the red hair as she watched the pout, the way she tried to calm herself and maintain her poise. “She doesn’t need to settle,” Krysanthe spoke then, finding it easy to do so as long as Eva was the subject. “Her energy is welcome, it is too quiet anyway. Her happiness and excitement are spreading to us.” And it was wanted as she moved Eva’s hair behind her ear, adding a soft smile. “She is adorable,” noted. “How old is she?” She knew that Desirae must be around her own age but of his son and his younger girl, she did not know - though she knew that there were significant age differences. Just as between Reynard and Roger.

‘Is it done yet?’ Joanna wanted to ask but she did not as she felt her hair lighter and lighter - she did not have the courage but her silence unsettled herself.

Tygett grunted at the command to move the table more to the right, and followed the instruction, moving it slightly to the right. When she raised, he assumed that meant it was good, and stepped back as she placed the items back on it. He would have gone for them himself, but she helped herself to it first.

She spoke, and he hesitated going to the chest in order to listen. ‘No, I didn’t think your reputation was.’ The problem was his own reputation, and his father’s reputation, and all the things he had to avoid if he didn’t want to disappoint his family. Or, perhaps, better said – didn’t want to disappoint Tywin. “Dorne sounds like a nice place,” free of the restraints here, from the way she spoke.

She could bed whoever she wanted. Virginity wasn’t as cherished as a necessity, as it was here. Tygett didn’t truly understand who decided on that – well, those who were concerned about children, probably, but who really wanted a virgin? ‘She does.’ Dyanna kept suggesting it.

More than suggesting it.

He turned to the chest to hide his flushed cheeks and flustered look as she spoke of ‘if he wanted her’. Of course he wanted her. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he wanted her, but he had wanted other women, too, and resisted. Easy to resist when they weren’t trying to bed him, though. So much easier. “I’m not sure much of a secret can be kept here. Tywin doesn’t want me getting involved.”

He did. Of course, he did. “Men’s reputations matter here.” Unfortunately, men were supposed to be honorable and chivalrous. He grabbed the chest, and hefted it up. Heavier than the table. He walked towards the bed. “Not that I’d mind. But…things are different here.” He had to try, right? Tywin wanted him to try…to think about it.

~***~

‘If you truly wanted to make it right, Kevan, you would take me to the cells.’ Desirae did not say that. Such was how the Reynes dealt with things. They acted. It was a good habit, and a bad habit. Desirae had learned to be more patient than certain family members, like Ellyn. She had the burden of being the eldest, like her father, and had learned patience because of it.

Patience was a virtue. Patience was why Roger wasn’t striking out now, much as he’d want to just rake his claws across Casterly and make it his own.

Patience.

Desirae let the smirk remain graced upon her lips as Kevan spoke. “Good. I am always looking for ways to improve my writing,” and her thoughts didn’t linger long enough on how much fun she could have with it. No, it lingered on the back-and-forth with Tywin, with the fun she’d have picking his mind, and not even in any malicious way.

The thought faded with the next page, the next letter. “Nothing you say will stop this,” Desirae agreed. “I may adjust,” one day, “and accept this…but we both know that won’t happen quickly.” Not without testing everything. All limits.

When he spoke of Ellyn and the hostage situation, Desirae said, “Ellyn no longer lives at Castamere. The discussion was between my father, myself, and Reynard. She was not sought for opinion, nor told of it until after it was decided. Before then, she had likely already determined her course of action,” sending Walderan. “In spite of that…no, I do not think she will give in.”

Honest opinion.

Which would lead to conflict with the Reynes, because Ellyn was their family, always. If Tywin went after her, the others would rise up to protect her. “She will not be convinced to leave Walderan here, and she will not give anyone of her family for him. She will think of something, however. Tywin will hate it. So will I, and so will Roger.” A reminder – Ellyn was family, and would be forever protected, but they did not agree with her decisions at all times. “The question remains, what.”

Next letter. “I’m sure we’ll know long before I’ll be allowed to see Walderan.”

~***~

Roger was amused with how easily they took a liking to Eva. She was young, but he remembered Desirae and Roland both at her age too well. Neither of them had been like her. They were both quieter, for one. It was why he and Reynard were so used to telling her to behave – she should take to heart their words. Master them, young, and embody them as an adult.

It was always the duty of the parents to teach their children to be better than themselves. He was blessed that none of his children seemed to have as extreme a temper as he did. Sybelle’s nature mellowed them. Eva was the one that threatened to have a temper later in life.

“She’s five,” Roger answered the question, “And she can behave and remain enthusiastic,” he shot her a look, “Our words?”

Eva sighed, “Beneath still waters,” lessons every child learned, in any noble house. The words. The meaning.

“You want to be like Desirae, don’t you?” Frantic nods. “Then remember.” The girl sighed, and struggled again with how to balance her enthusiasm and her energy.

Eva looked back to Krysanthe, “My brother gets away with being energetic,” she pouted, as if pouting to an outsider might help, “’Cause he needs his energy to learn to be a knight. He’s just a squire now. He’s fifteen.” Ten years difference, and seven between him and Desirae. She never thought much of it. She just knew she wanted to be older, like them. Always. “Because he’s older, he gets to go places, like Volantis, and Braavos, and the Reach, and the North – dad thinks maybe he could marry someone from the Reach or the North. I like the Reach – he tells me there’s lots and lots of flowers there, but Lady Dayne really likes Dorne.”

“Lady Dayne is from Dorne, it is her home.”

“That doesn’t mean she has to like it. Ellyn doesn’t, that’s why she’s always—”

“Sh. Sh sh sh.”

“But Ellyn says—”

“Sh.” Reynard hissed again, and again, Eva pouted.

Still found a way, “Well she doesn’t have to like Dorne.” Stated more defiantly. “Desi likes Dorne, too, but I think she likes Braavos best. Lots of cats in Braavos, and she likes cats – can we get a cat?”

“We’ll talk about it later,” Roger said.

“That means no,” Eva told Krysanthe, and Roger laughed a bit at that.

“It doesn’t mean no, Eva.”

“Yeah it does. Whenever you say it, it always means no.”

“Your mom doesn’t like cats.”

“We can hide it! She doesn’t have to know. Our secret.” Again, he shook his head, and she pouted.

“I’m sure we can go take a walk in the town, and find some cats for you to play with, Eva,” Reynard offered, and she lit up at the prospect. “Maybe some other animals that your mom might actually like.” Sybelle liked animals well enough, but whenever they were around her, she had a fit of sneezing and sinus trouble, so there were no pets but the hunting dogs, which stayed outside.

Eva asked then, “What’s your favorite animal?” To Joanna and Krysanthe, but looked to Damon, “You, too, quiet man! You’re more quiet than Reynard when he’s playing hide and seek, and he’s the best at that game.” Apparently, it was going to be hopeless to keep her behaving, so Roger gave up.

He did take a small mirror into hand though, and passed it up, “It isn’t quite done,” he told Joanna, “But this will be about the length,” he did not want her to panic too much. He tried his best to maintain it, but it was cut short all the same. Her neck would be exposed. Ears, easily seen. However, it was becoming a rather adorable look. She could easily show off earrings and certain necklaces, as well as backless dresses or designs on the back of a dress. There were opportunities here.

Asteria

The young knight did not move away from her as she started to speak and she knew that she hooked him once more. If she could make his mind wander and be flooded with thoughts, she will get him back soon enough - no matter the words of his brother. Listened to her, took her words in and just when she awaited for a reaction, he pulled away from her spell, even if his redness was noticeable. ‘That’s a good enough response, for now.’ It meant he thought of her. Wanted her. Lusted for her and she was only drawing him closer. Everything will be just as she planned.

Her eyes moved over him as she moved for the chest and she prompted her back against the table, hands at the back, carefully gripping the edge for stability. “Yes, Dorne is a nice place… interesting one, full of freedoms,” and she loved it for such things - for freedom. Westeros was, unfortunately, pulling everyone back from what they desired. Women barely trusted their wishes and wants, themselves even while men were supposed to carry all the weight on their shoulders.

In Dorne, strong women did not have to hide behind weak men and make them seem strong, they stood in front, known that they ruled more than the husband will ever say.

He seemed to continue to pull away, deny, not from his own initiative but from his brother’s. “It doesn’t have to really be secret, you can be my paramour,” a little playful smile on her lips, joking tone. “Or I can be… what do you have here? Mistress?” Though, as she had heard, not many women wanted that title. “And does it truly matter what Tywin wants? It doesn’t matter what you want?” He wanted her. He could have her.

Men’s reputation - cursed reputation. “Does reputation ever matter when it comes to what we lust for? The forbidden sweet fruit we just glance at because we’re pulled back by… reputation? Family? But that fruit grows to obsess us, the way we could touch it, grasp it, bite it, have it,” create once more images in his mind. “I always thought obsession is far more dangerous than actions. She would not move to approach him. If he wished for it, he was able to find his way to her. Sighed though.

“You want me but can’t have me, I understand,” did not but she was smarter than saying it out loud. Tywin ruined this, she could’ve easily had him. “But are things truly different here or you are just trying to convince yourself you can’t have me. Because you can.” Because she wanted him to have her. Duty, but he was young and a beauty - she will enjoy this, molding him.

-
‘Improve your writing, yes, that is it,” it wasn’t, Kevan knew. It was an action to get on Tywin’s nerves, a sort of payback for his negative answer but at least… it was innocent enough, even if his brother will consider it overly frustrating. He held a short temper of his own but it would not be so easily stirred by some simple letters. One hundred letters - better said. “He won’t look to improve his reading,” he already read too much, Kevan considered, but removing Tywin from his book was as if a warrior was removed from his sword.

May adjust, but not quickly - and Kevan knew that this would be the situation. “I expected nothing else,” from either of them but he did not add that. He already said too much about Tywin’s nature on the subject and continuing to do so would get Tywin to gut him if he ever heard the spoken words. Yes, he could complain, as any annoyed brother, but not in front of such people. Not a Reyne, not the daughter of Roger. Not a lady. But in this situation… he could leave some words slip his mouth. “Just don’t get to such extremes to get us both in trouble,” because he had a feeling he would be the one to deliver these letters. And this would not be the last time he would be in the middle of them, he supposed. He would help Desirae no matter the situation, he felt that sense of responsibility towards her because of Roger.

As thought, Ellyn did not assist to Roger’s decision and he sensed that perhaps, the decision of bringing Desirae here wasn’t Roger’s, fully. If Reynard was included it did mean that his words weighted more in a situation - the perk of being the cunning and smart brother. Only if Tywin would listen to his brother’s as Roger did, from time to time, they would not end up here.

“Your aunt always had been… something,” which meant that she might strike unexpectedly with her next action. “I don’t doubt how stubborn could she be,” nor how stubborn could Tywin be. Kevan sighed though - he knew that Roger would not see with good eyes this. “If she won’t give someone, she would not be able to get Walderan back no matter what,” Tywin would keep him even in his own chambers. “Only if she pays her debt,” but doubted it. He nodded though - they shall see soon enough.

He did not want to fall in silence, nor think more on the subject until they would receive the response.

“What did you wish to see last night, in your tour? Or what have you seen?” So he could know the points he could get over or those he should place more attention onto - to please her. “We will make up for your intrerupt tour,” take their mind off everything during that time, at least.


Five years old - that could explain the energy, she was herself full of it at that age - even if it was more tamed. Her brother could perhaps relate to this energy. Joanna had been too shy and Stafford had some…. but he was too sluggish to use it at its fullest capacity. Gerion, on the other hand, would perfectly fit this childish innocence and vivacity. ‘Always the words. And always the children had to repeat them.’ Roger reminded her of her father, in some ways, his poise - they had fought along one another after all. Jason Lannister hardly found people on his taste while Tytos accepted anyone and everything.

Krysanthe’s heart melted though, as the pout returned to the girl’s pretty face, speaking of how much her brother allowed to do. The interactions between the father and his daughter were amusing to watch, and the tension was slowly but certainly vanishing, bit by bit, even with the mention of Ellyn. She did not interrupt her complaints but instead her hand moved to bring Eva’s hair a little on the back, as she continued her exchange with her father. Reynard even.

The question was placed into the air though, trying to bring them away from the silence and Krysanthe’s smile still stained her lips. Even Damon, in his sulkiness, seemed to do so, at the way the young girl approached her. “He is best at other things too,” Damon could not help himself as he shot him a look, his smile faltering. ‘Stealing sisters and dishonoring them,’ not added though. Fortunately.

The older sister cleared her throat then, ignoring the images of their own game, from that night, that came in her mind. Never again. “I like birds, most. The Bird of Paradise,” even that was stained by Reynard. “Owls,” her choice after all. “But I like cats as well, dogs. Lions are a little… feroce for my tastes when it comes to animals but liked.” They were their coat of arms after all - forever.

Say anything to move away from the subjects.

“Lions,” Damon spoke afterwards. “Wolves, perhaps,” he used them for his mask. “But I find myself disliking foxes... “ Did not add more though as Krysanthe looked at him, pleading him, even, to not start this.

Joanna was easily distracted though, as the mirror was offered and she hastily took it, even if her heart was beating too fast. Short. Short. Barely covering her neck, and a sigh parted her lips but she did not wish to leave her tears be seen once more. This wasn’t supposed to go this way, it wasn’t supposed to go this way. “I understand,” her voice was cracked though as she moved her eyes from the mirror, offered it back to Roger and wanted it to be taken as soon as possible. “I like butterflies,” sincere then. Innocent. Full of life. And lived for a short time - evolved. “Yours? Cats, I believe.” Sweet smile for Eva.

If it wasn’t a secret, Tywin would rage even more for having such a thing going on publicly under his roof. He sighed as she suggested it. Paramour. Mistress. The large chest was set down, and he moved his hands to rest atop it, looking over at her as she seemed quite into this idea. He wished that it was easy to disobey Tywin, but what would that do?

Have the Dayne sent away, probably.

Which would anger Roger.

Which would continue the downward spiral and move them closer to war with the Reynes. “Mistress is the term here,” he told her, and went to grab the smaller chest, “my brother isn’t a fan of it.” Again, his brother, not him. He wouldn’t mind it at all, especially with her. She would probably be a fantastic teacher of all the pleasures he denied himself. He shivered with her words, picking up the chest. Biting, touching, grasping, having – all of it played images in his mind, and he remembered again the heat when she’d kissed him in his room.

The sights of her.

He paused, still holding the small chest, “I’d like to have you, Dyanna,” he stated, blunt, “You’re gorgeous, and clearly, experienced, and I don’t think you’d mind a bit of rough play,” because he couldn’t imagine he’d like ‘gentle’ all the time, considering how he lived. He loved to fight, and he took pleasure in it – why not add a bit of that to lovemaking?

Dyanna wouldn’t break. “But Tywin is the actual Lord of Casterly Rock, and if Tywin ever found out, he’d probably send you home, or send me to be someone’s ward,” he shook his head and went to put the chest down where she had instructed earlier, “It would have to stay a secret, and he’s already suspicious…,” but then it seemed to dawn on him.

He let the chest go and turned around to face her, “But you don’t have to stay here, do you? Lannisport isn’t far, and I know my siblings like to take trips there. If you came along…,” then Tywin would never know if they snuck off.

Sometimes, Tygett had good ideas. “Or if you ever just wanted to leave the grounds…Tywin doesn’t go very far.”

~***~

Desirae laughed softly at the idea of Tywin improving his reading. No, she’d bet his skill was on par with hers. Likely, his writing, as well – somewhat. She bet she did have Tywin beat at wordplay and writing, if only because of her linguistic skills. It’d be fun to match wits with him, some day. Perhaps, when she had settled in, and had convinced him her words weren’t threats.

As if that would ever happen. ‘Pity.’ She could have fun twisting her words. Twisting her tongue. ‘Stop.’ Stopped the thought there, immediately. She might be an innocent maiden, but her family was corrupt. “I will try to keep you out of trouble, Kevan. I take responsibility for my actions – unless you don’t provide me with the proper information,” a sideways glance to him. He should know what she spoke of.

Her eyes returned back to the pages. To writing. “Don’t underestimate Ellyn. Too many people make that mistake.” Her father did. Frequently. In retrospect, she should have seen this coming, as well.

The subject was changed, thankfully, and Desirae smiled, “I only made it to the weirwood,” sighed, “And I hardly got to linger there long enough,” she might not be an adherent to the Old Gods, but that didn’t mean she didn’t find it interesting or beautiful. “I know that I would like to see the Sept. I have a feeling I will have much to pray for, soon,” shook her head, dismissed that unhappy topic, “I wanted to see the Hall of Heroes and the Golden Gallery, as well. I have always heard of them, but never seen them.” She was through several letters by that point, the mental tally in her head constant.

~***~

Reynard glanced down under Damon’s look, to show he was not pleased with the end result of all of this. He wished he could say he meant it to go so many other ways – meant to properly court her, and not let her dishonor get out. But, Eva was there, and he didn’t need this to erupt into an argument, so instead he forced himself to look back up as answers were offered.

He was definitely going to have a hard time getting on Damon’s good side.

Krysanthe liked birds, and Eva ate it up, nodding, “I haven’t seen a real Bird of Paradise,” but she knew what they were, of course. Her mother liked them, and liked the plant related to them. She looked towards Damon as he answered, frowned, “But foxes are so cute!” Didn’t know his implication and was almost immediately distracted again by Joanna’s answer.

As Roger took the mirror back, and then began to cut the hair into the style. The length was established. Now he just had to make it look good. Layer it. Make sure the cut would work, with the bangs he left long, so they could be brushed to one side or the other. He let the conversation of animals continue.

Eva shook her head, “I really, really like cats, but they’re not my favorite. I like unicorns best.”

“They’re not real,” Reynard said.

“Yes they are! Like dragons are real, somewhere. They’re still alive, I know it, and so are unicorns, and nightmares – my sister has a nightmare! – and merpeople, and the children of the forest, and giants – they’re real!”

“Nightmare is just a regular horse,” he sighed. Desirae had gotten it into her head that her horse was not, in fact, normal, as a way to detour Eva from going near him. He kicked, after all, and he kicked hard.

Reynard had broken ribs from that thing. Nightmare was a fitting name, even if it wasn’t the mythical nightmare horse.

“One day, I’ll have a unicorn,” she spoke dreamily.

“There, done,” Roger said, stepping back from Joanna then. Eva pushed herself right off the bed, and ran over to look at Joanna from the front, eyes assessing her seriously – too seriously for a child. “Well?” He asked Eva’s opinion first, smirking a bit as his daughter was so interested in the work done.

“Mmmmm,” sound of thought, before a smile broke on her face. “I like it! I really like it! I want short hair!”

Asteria

“My brother isn’t a fan of it.” Once more, his brother. ‘Ah yes,’ easy to see why though, why would he mind such a relationship under his roof - his father already had too many mistresses, didn’t he? For all she had heard on their way to Casterly, he wasn’t gone with business but gone to a woman that invaded his mind. Tywin minded it greatly if these women made his father to seem weaker and stained the legacy he tried to rebuild. Though, the younger knight did not seem to mind the situation and that she could have this title, for him. The situation of their father might bother him as well, same went for Kevan, but they were not expressing it just as much as their brother. She added nothing on the matter though.

Her gaze only continued to move on him, the bigger chest being brought down and he moved for the smaller one - easily. Pity the garments hid the way his muscles were flexing, she would’ve had more to look at, to admire. She might create images for him but she created some for her as well.

Though, to her surprise, he became blunt. Stated that he wanted her, that she was gorgeous, seemingly experiences… and might not mind roughness during such acts. She did mind such words at all, he was only feeding her ago and her little smirk easily betrayed that she enjoyed every little thing that escaped his mouth. “Or more roughness,” a bit sounded too dull. “Anything you would want love.” Let him think he had the reins, while, the truth would be the one in control.

Still thought of the consequences. ‘Tywin will not touch me if he knows what is best for him.’ One word that she did not get her way and her father would change the house he favored fast enough. He considered through, that this could remain a secret.

And choices were easily given. “I am allowed to go wherever my heart desires,” occasional trips would not hurt her and she would trust that Desirae would be guarded well enough. “Pleasurable escapades… I did not have those before. But I enjoy your ideas,” easily accepted. “You know those lands… you can pick whatever place you want, know and I’ll present myself there,” a pause. “For you,” sounded more as a purr than anything else.

She brought herself up then, with ease, on the table but instead of crossing her legs, she spread them but no look was offered just then. “Can I not get a kiss from time to time, though? Short and hidden… some embraces. A little thing to celebrate our agreement?” That this hidden affair could start.

That she had won this round in front of Tywin Lannister. She had his brother… and so will she have so many other things for those that wanted them.


Kevan’s smile was small but noticeable and even a short chuckle was offered as she casted her gaze on him. “Yes, my lady, just the proper information from now on. I will no longer search for loopholes,” even if he wished to find them and use them in his favor. He would not hear the end of it from Tywin though, he knew but his mind seemed to be more preoccupied with Tygett’s actions than his. Kevan, at least, only gave her the wrong information but his younger brother was caught in the middle of the act with the Dornish lady - Tywin would never accept it. None of his brothers would follow their father’s path.

“Don’t underestimate Ellyn. Too many people make that mistake.” And he knew that well enough. Ellyn was not a woman to be underestimated nor could one get over her visible thirst for power. She always wanted to raise above her station and for her image to grow… she would do anything.

That’s why he thought that perhaps Walderan could be kept with them. Ellyn wanted power and she could have it through her son. Have him be Lord Tarbeck in his father’s absence and Ellyn could easily rule then over his house. The knight presumed that is what she wanted - a house to rule. More power. But he did not doubt that she already played the foolish Walderan on her fingers. He was seemingly malleable, no other Lord would have been foolish enough to present himself in front of Tywin with such a request at such times.

But he dismissed the thoughts - nodded to know he acknowledged her words and move on the next subject. She only saw the weirwood but not long enough and there were many others she wanted to see. “We could linger more in The Stone Garden this time, there’s more to it than the weirwood,” yes, it was the main attraction but there was more to be discovered. “And the Sept would be part of our tour. You will always be free to pray and privacy would be offered. Proper information,” all the ladies were offered privacy. “But you will be escorted until there,” unfortunately.

And two more attractions left. “The Golden Gallery doesn’t have too much to offer… except gold. And more gold,” a joking tone. “But some of the treasures have some interesting stories. Especially the ways they had been acquired.” Learned them by heart. “And the Hall of Heroes has much history attached to it, as well.” Their uncle was interred there as well - Jason Lannister. The last hero brought there at the time. “It is said that Lann the Clever is haunting it to see how much his family grew,” a lot indeed. “We will see to it all.” Promised.

“Castamere has a lot to it as well,” a sigh. He missed it, the young days in which he had to worry about Roger, not Tywin. “Roger threw a ball, didn’t he? I can imagine how glorious it looked this time,” he knew their parties and balls too well. Only if Tywin heard his words - not good. Not good at all. “Masquerade?” Still an interesting concept.

-
Damon seemed pleased with himself, indeed, as he noticed the man’s look. Did not enjoy his words at all but for him, it was the truth. Seven Hells, he could not throw all the blame on him as Krysanthe did not seem to be forced into it… but he knew how a man’s charms worked. He used them himself. He did not need them casted over his sisters as well but he had failed at protecting one of his sisters from them. Joanna at least, would be safe with their cousin. No man would lay a finger on her.

The young redheaded girl easily caught the attention once more though. “It is said it is rare to see them, as if they were glimpses of the Paradise sent by the Gods,” and only chosen ones could see them truly but they were children tales and Krysanthe was fed with them. No longer believed so, but with a child near, she could easily return to her own innocent years.

When she could still be careless with her steps and no consequences would come after that. Because she had her father and her dear uncle. ‘If father lived… the shame he would’ve felt.’ But he would have understood. Just as her uncle, she hoped.

‘Cute but with hidden intentions,' Damon wanted to add but did not, for the sake of his sisters.

Briefly wondered if all of this wasn’t a plan of the Reynes so their grasp would tighten over them. Their family. They could get to Tywin through them, they did know that.

Joanna and Krysanthe were listening to Eva though and her words of the fairytales they have heard so many times as well. Even the contradictions between Reynard and her were… pleasant to listen and see to. “You can never get between children and fairytales,” Joanna spoke this time so Krysanthe would not have to if it included Reynard.

The girl easily left the bed though and Krysanthe looked after her as Roger announced it was done. The younger sister did not dare to move, not yet when Eva moved in front of her and her heart almost dropped as she noticed the serious look. Children did not lie and she had been brutally honest as her age as well. “I like it! I really like it! I want short hair!” And Joana’s smile easily appeared then, calmed.

“Yes, Joanna. I like it too. It suits you,” Krysanthe added as well, truly believed so, seeing the soft features brought to light - innocence and that’s what Joanna presented. Innocence. And even Damon left a nod to be seen, encouraging. She sought for the mirror once more, though and the tips of her fingers moved over her hair, the slight bangs… may she not see it with good eyes just yet, she will believe in those around her.

“Thank you,” said from the heart for the compliments. “And thank you, Lord Reyne,” sought for him then. “And I shall… apologize for my words from before. My reactions.” Not proper, even for her state perhaps. “Towards you and your brother.” Not Ellyn - at least. Not then. “I have thought wrong,” he helped her at least. Brought her out of that state. “And I just want to see my sister happy.” Damon puffed at this but Joanna’s words for Reynard, even as Krysanthe’s own gaze fell to her feet. Eva was again the center of attention as Joanna moved for her, seeing to bring her on her knees this time. “You can touch it, if you want.” Play with it. “Maybe we can bring yours up too, see how the cut would look on you.”

At this, Krysanthe did not leave her bed though, remained only to watch as her sister was again… joyful in a way, or forced herself to be so. She sighed though - happiness was far from her. Then. For a while at least.

A smile tugged at Tygett’s lips as Dyanna commented that ‘more roughness’ than a bit might be better. He was quite curious the as to how much was enough, or too much. The smile he brought to her lips with his words was also appreciated. It seemed sincere, and just as warming as all of her teasing ones. Perhaps more so, because of the tease inherent in it, too.

Dyanna also seemed not to oppose his idea, and he was relieved that she seemed to like. Seemed so…encouraged to pursue a relationship of physical intimacy with him, that she wasn’t going to let Tywin stand in the way of it. This was a brave woman. Someone he didn’t want to let go of too easily.

He felt himself flush with her purred ‘for you’, and looked away, suddenly bashful again. He was getting what he wanted, but he was still so embarrassed. He came p with the idea, but he still barely knew what it was he was doing. He knew he wanted her. She wanted him. Perhaps nothing permanent would arise from it, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t truly frowned upon for men not to be virgins in their marriages.

Only for women.

Double-standards.

Tygett’s eyes did lower as the woman sat herself on the table and asked about short, private moments, before he lifted those eyes back up to her face and approached. No, he didn’t really know what he was doing, but he had always had plenty of ideas. Ingenuity was why he was a good knight. Physical things, he was good at – a fast learner.

There was still hesitation as he reached to answer, a hand going around her waist as he moved to stand in front of her, and pull her closer so her legs were on either side of him. “Yes.” He accepted that idea, and would try to take one of those kisses then, too.

~***~

‘I can find loopholes.’ Like the Sept. That was a loophole. She would probably not be allowed into the Sept again, privately, after tonight, but it would be worth it. She needed to see Walderan. Desirae still chuckled at his ‘proper information’ bit, and gave a smile, finishing up another letter, going to the next.

Almost done.

“It’s the history that interests me, more than the items, else I wouldn’t be interested in the Hall of Heroes,” Kevan probably knew all the heroes of the Lannister family, the way that Desirae knew the history of the Reynes, and those who stood above the rest.

They used to be Kings. Queens.

She nodded to his comment about the Masquerade, “Yes, he’s trying to get Reynard married,” Desirae sighed, “Reynard’s vain – Roger thinks if he takes away the physical appearances with masks and play, Reynard might fall for someone,” her uncle was picky. Then again, so was she. “The only rule was that no one could dress as their own house’s animals. I believe my father decided on a dragon.” Because of course he did.

Kevan could imagine how grand the affair must have been, and it still wouldn’t have matched the reality of it. That was how Roger liked to show off. “Next time, you’ll be ready for it, won’t you?” She cast him a sly look as she got to the last letter, “You still have to introduce me to the minstrel, as well. If there’s enough time, perhaps your lessons can even begin…assuming Tywin won’t throw a fit.”

~***~

The hair went over well, and Roger did feel that familiar swell of pride. He was good at this. Good at many things, but certainly, he was good at this. Hair. It was one of his many eccentric talents, like singing and playing a few instruments. Crafts. He had too many hobbies, sometimes, but he didn’t truly see why he shouldn’t.

“You are welcome, Joanna, and there is no need to apologize. In your shoes, I would have reacted much harsher.” He probably would have killed someone. A bit extreme, obviously. Perhaps more than a bit extreme. “I do not hold you to blame for your actions at that time, and I hope that we will be reconciled,” he allowed himself to glance towards Krysanthe and Reynard, “Though these two have made a mess for us,” as if Joanna were the elder and more mature one.

She seemed to be. Perhaps it was why she drew Tywin in, even with her innocent appearances. Well, she’d been in King’s Landing and served the Queen. She must have grown quite a bit, “I would not punish my brother too harshly with an arrangement I did not find suitable, and do not think they will, eventually, find to be good. It was what he wanted…just slower.” Touch of a smirk.

Reynard burned under the look, the truth of it, “So caring,” he said, before there was a knock on the door and they were interrupted by the entrance of Roland Reyne. He was, perhaps, the odd one out when it came to the male Reynes. His hair was short, princely almost in the way it was styled.

Roland paid no attention to the others, but looked to Roger. “Are you done?”

“Yes,” though he didn’t seem pleased, “Your tone.”

Roland shook his head, “Sorry – mom needs you, said it was urgent.

Roger gave a nod, “Eva—”

“Noooo,” she knew that she was going to be ordered to leave.

“I can stay and watch her,” Reynard offered quickly. Roger arched an eyebrow, but didn’t protest it. The man needed to get used to being in the fire with the Lannisters he upset. Eva would at least be a decent buffer. So, Roger gave a nod, and then moved to follow Roland out.

Asteria

Flushing all over again and for Dyanna, there was no question while the redness easily colored his flesh and the smile could only continue to grow - he was a virgin. Easily sensed it from the first moments for their time together, by the way he responded to her teasing. He did return it in some small dose and she could easily see that he had ideas of what he wanted although he did not put them into practice. Yet. This was a new territory to explore . Virgins were always so tense and could easily be molded to meet the desires of the other. And oh, she will mold him well.

Her smile was just as lustful once he had approached her and her eyes glew with it as well. No time was lost as his arm wrapped around her back, also brought her closer and her lips were slightly parted as they bodies were brought together.

Positive response and her lips moved to his but not yet connecting into a kiss. Light strokes as she just brushed them, tender and gradually, her mouth opening more at times as if she would give in to it but not yet. A tease. Until they fully connected, breathless and it would remain slow, wanting to make him want more and push for more as well. Her hands would gently move from the table to his arms, lingering until they would reach the back of his head, one remaining there as the other moved up once more, melting into his blond curls. Gripped them, a light pull as she brought him closer and the pace and pressure would continue to grow, guiding him and offering him the chance to press as well.

May she want to be in control, if she wanted him to learn, she had to offer him space to do. Experiment. She could not lead all the time and she also wanted he could do.

She would part from him, one moment, even if she lingered close. “You can explore me a little,” said then as the burning look returned to him. “My forms… Grasp and touch.” So much more could be done but he expressed that here would still be too unfavorable to him. “Get used to them,” playfulness still.

And this time her mouth would not move back to his lips but to his neck, lingering onto the warm flesh and move only up. Jaw. Corner of the mouth. Until she would eagerly meet them once more.


History - of course. Kevan did wonder, for a brief moment, if he would have enough time to give her all the wanted information. He knew the history of House Lannister by heart but a tour might not be enough for all he had in mind. Much to share. Much to know. Some of the Reynes’ history was known as well, from Roger and those around him. “I hope I will take the edge off your curiosity,” they did not lack powerful names. Powerful people - warriors, diplomats, kings and queens of all sorts. Tywin would not at all be pleased if he did not show off with those who matters.

Never Tytos. Family or not, Tywin will not take pride in their father’s actions.

“Seeing Reynard married would be… something,” it was a pity though, that she had missed it. He did not imagine Reynard settled down yet, despite his age. Many were even ten years younger than him and they were already married and with a child on the way. He hardly imagined his own brother, Tygett, married. But Tygett was far from Reynard’s experience with women. “Roger and his forever undying ideas,” especially when it came to those around her. Did not blame him though, a good enough alliance could be made using Reynard.

Though, thinking better of it. “I think Damon,” his cousin, “mentioned it” not as if he were intrigued by it, mostly complaining about the wish of his sisters. “Him, Joanna and Krysanthe went to Castamere for it as well.” Imagined he would hear soon of his complaints. They might not have any power over the branch of Lannisport but doubted that Tywin would enjoy that they took this escapade - innocent or not. But he would not speak against it, they did not have to prove themselves enemies of the Reynes in front of the West.

A nervous chuckle escaped his mouth at her next choice of words. “I will hardly be prepared for any of Roger’s grand affairs, even with you teaching me,” he knew the usual dances but Roger took interest in such exotic and unheard of ones as well. He had seen such parties but kept away from them. “I will introduce you to our minstrel, I do think we will find her in our tour,” she was wandering most of the time but at this hour, they still could catch her in her quarters. “And…. maybe lessons.” Hopefully not, with Tywin’s carefully watching them.

“Tywin will throw a fit at everything,” a sigh. “He had already chastised Tygett for what happened last night… and warned me,” so he would not make a bad move. His look moved for a moment though, to the small door the two chambers shared. He heard the bumps of the furniture before but now it was quiet. Too quiet. If they had finished with the furniture, perhaps Desirae will soon finish with the letters as well.

“But after all, I have to see that our guests are entertained, one way or another. And I would need to improve my dancing skills,” a smile was offered. He did not have Tygett’s intention. Innocent.


“Much harsher.” Joanna did not think that there could be a much harsher reaction but she did, indeed, hear of Roger’s small temper. Burning. And she did not wish to bring that upon herself or her siblings. Even with her thoughts, she kept on a smile and a nod, as if she thanked him for understanding. He spoke of her sister and his own brother as if they were not present but disobeying children - and they made a mess. Joanna looked up to her older sister and now she was the one to do wrong. She would have expected this from anyone else but her. “Hopefully,” she added as he spoke of the arrangement.

She wished for her sister to be happy…. even after this situation. Reynard had proved himself a gentleman that night. And doubted that Krysanthe had been forced to do anything. Krysanthe did not dare to meet her look either.

Though, the discussion was easily interrupted with the door that was opened and a redhead male showed himself. Roland, was it guessed and Roger dismissed himself, Eva being left behind. With Reynard and Damon’s expression transformed into a frown - he wanted him gone as well. Silence fell over them but Joanna did not left it linger too long as her smile was once again directed towards Eva. “What can you tell me of this Moon Maiden? Is she pretty?” She did not think she was from here but the Free Cities perhaps.


The brother watched his sister return to the conversation with the younger girl but his attention was wholly taken by the two from the other corner. As if he wanted to burn them both if possible. Instead of remaining on his bed though, he raised and moved towards them, even with Joanna’s questioning expression. He did not want to worry her - she had been through enough already. His arms were easily crossed as he looked at the man, toe to head, but he stood closer to Krysanthe than to him. “How did all of this happen? Who approached who?” He wanted to know who had started all of this. His tone was low. Enough to be covered by Eva’s for Joanna.

“Damon,” Krysanthe truly did not wish to continue with this subject and her eyes shot up to him, not pleading, but irritated even. What was done was done. None was guilty or innocent.

Her brother’s gaze was lowered then, as she heard him call out to her. “Do not take me with this defensive tone and looks now. Every time you heard him even leaving a breath out of his mouth you looked like a loving hurt kitten as if he came in front of you now, you would eat up every single seducing word,” underneath that shame of hers there still seemed to be… something. “I do not know what he got into your mind in just one night, but snap out of it.” If she had to remain here, with him, it did not mean she had to be weak to his actions. Words. Him.

Krysanthe’s cheeks flushed in an instant but her eyes did not leave her brother. “You-” But she was shushed into a moment as Damon’s look wasn’t at all pleased. And once she fell silent, he moved it to Reynard, burning.

“I want to hear what happened from his. For all we know, this could have been planned,” he raised an eyebrow then. Between the Reynes and the Lannister there always had been hostility. The could have been a plan - marry and destroy them from the inside. And now, it was too late to do anything, wasn’t it?

It wasn’t quite a kiss that Tygett was allowed, but their lips brushed. She seemed to tease him with those feather-light touches, and he was hardly sure they were touches until the pressure grew, her lips slipped apart, and then it turned to a kiss. He learned from her gestures, the way her lips molded over his, and he caught onto the idea, and played it back. Took in her bottom lip, top lip, experimented with the pressures, never venturing too much more than what she had – but clearly, willing to add.

Willing to hasten.

But he did not go too fast, enjoyed the slow that let him learn the movements, the touch of her hand and the curl of her fingers in his hair. He leaned closer, pulled closer, but the table seemed to be more of an interference than anything else to his desires, and he growled when she pulled away, far enough to speak, to offer him more.

Touch. All he wanted – get used to her form.

Her lips returned to him, but not to his lips. To flesh, and for a moment, he just let himself enjoy the sensation of her lips as they worked over him, surprised at how pleasant it truly was. How his skin seemed to burn in the trail of her kisses. His hand lifted to her leg, and he spread it out, enjoying the feel of it beneath his hand.

Her lips returned to his, and that was when he decided the table absolutely had to go. He knew his strength, could guess her weight easily enough, and knew it’d be no problem. He already had her near the edge of the table, so with her lips returned to his, he slid his hand down over her ass, and then with a step back and a push, he pulled her off of the table.

Even if she didn’t wrap her legs around him quickly, he was fairly certain of his hold, as his other hand moved quickly around and under her thigh to hold her up, hold her against him. Perhaps not quite the touch she had in mind, but it would allow him to feel the way her body melded against his again, and allow him to show off some of that strength again as he would find her weight to be nothing – nothing at all.

It wasn’t to last much beyond that.

~***~

‘It won’t, but….’ It was still desired. Desirae might have chosen the path of maester if it were open to her, but of course, it wasn’t. And, her own ambition wouldn’t have allowed it in the first place. She wanted much more than what the maesters had to offer, since legacies were born into her, as they were born into every Reyne. Every Lannister. That craving never left.

Every single one wanted to be a part of the whole, and yet, stand out from it, as well. So few managed it.

“My father is a genius in his own way,” would never say otherwise. He had too creative a mind to not be – even if he was not ‘cunning’ like Reynard. She did find the idea of Reynard married easier to see than Kevan, but perhaps it was because of knowing him. Yes, he enjoyed his dalliances, but for the newness. He could always find new things, elsewhere. Not in other women.

He’d enjoy the newness of marriage. Children. Doing things with a wife and involving her in a life. He would be a good husband.

Kevan spoke then of Damon…and the Lannisters…going to Castamere. Desirae managed to show no reaction to it, but she realized then exactly what Ellyn would do, if she got the news in a timely enough fashion. ‘Joanna.’ Tywin’s fiancé – or, rumored, fiancé, a small part of her mind whispered. Nothing official. She hushed it. ‘And if I can think of it….’ Ellyn would. Words were jotted into that last letter, warning Roger against allowing such stupidity. Tywin wouldn’t get to it, and it was slipped to the bottom of the pile while Kevan spoke of other things.

She let the topic move on without comment, “You can learn well enough, Kevan, have some faith in yourself.”

She set the pen aside and rose, “You’ll surprise yourself,” she suggested, “I’ll get the others. You can take Tywin his letters when the tour is done…I’m sure he has enough to deal with right now.”

Desirae would move to the conjoined doors, and opened them without knocking. Her eyes fell upon the pair, and she tilted her head slightly away, heat rising to her cheeks immediately. She bit the inside of one before speaking, “I think your brother Tygett would be a good dancer as well with his strength,” said to Kevan, before, “The tour, you two. Get decent.” Before she shut the door and walked away from it, shaking her head and smiling at the audacity of those two.

She gave Kevan a quick, sympathetic look. He could guess by her words.

~***~

Eva sat right back down near Joanna and looked up at her, “Well, I haven’t met her myself – that’s why dad wouldn’t let me cut my hair. My sister, Desi, met her in Braavos. She’s a…courtysan? Courtiersan…Courierstan…I don’t really know what it is,” she looked back up at Joanna, apologetic, “But Desi said she was really very beautiful, but she had black hair and really, really, really fair skin, like fairer than me. Like a pearl. But not the Black Pearl, that’s another courtysan,” she settled on that pronunciation of the word. “A dragon pirate lady!”

Desirae had woven such tales of the Black Pearl. “But the Moon Maiden always wore dark colors, and glowed – or seemed to glow – and she had a pretty barge – I don’t know what that is, either, but it sounded like a boat, and she would go all around Braavos on the barge. I guess all the courtysans have barges, especially the dragon pirate lady.” She smiled, “Have you been to Braavos? You’re from Lannisport, right? You’re so much closer….” She must have seen a lot of the world already.


Ignoring the conversation between the child and the butterfly, Reynard knew he had to instead deal with the wolf and the owl. The protective brother. He couldn’t back down from it, couldn’t hide from it. He was the reason they were in this position, and he couldn’t start a relationship with Damon with lies.

He did feel sad for his bullying behavior with Krysanthe, though, and showed it in the scowl he wore, but he answered when the attention at last fell on him. He kept his voice carefully low, though, “I did approach her,” he told Damon, “I asked her for a dance, and we did dance. None of it was planned, I had no idea who she was when I approached – and my schemes usually don’t get me in this much hot water.”

No, he avoided issues like this when he actually planned it.

“She wanted to go out to the gardens after, and asked me along,” as a guide, “I showed her them, and one thing led to another…,” talking led to playing led to, well, this. “I meant to properly court her. I didn’t mean for all of this to happen, this is Ellyn’s madness.” Cast the blame on her too easily.

Asteria

The growl that came from Tygett’s throat amused herm, impatient and unwilling to break from her just yet, but Dyanna’s actions continued. He did not need guidance for every move, it seemed, went with the instinct and the hand that was brought to her leg, that sought for it feel made her movements to be hastened even - gentleness never seemed to be for her and once her lips returned to meet his own, there was more pressure, want to part them and deepen it. Though, when it came to her inquiry of him being able to touch more, to feel and explore, she did not think that he would go in such a direction.

But he did and seemingly his displeasure with they way the table kept him away from her, from being closer stirred such action. She was taken from the table with a swift move, but she did not part from the kiss, leaving a breath into it as she was brought so close to his. Her legs needed a moment but they moved around him in the end, keeping him close and letting her form mold on his.

She almost regretted she accepted to await for the moment they would leave Casterly while she could take him just then and there, on the bed that was so close. The kiss was deepened, just as her thoughts. Only that the moment had to fade away once the door was heard, opened, but she did not break from the kiss immediately. As she opened her eyes thoughts and lightly parted from him, lips holding a smile, she noticed Desirae and the flustered look that took over her expression. Light chuckle at the words of his strength and her instructing them to get proper. She should tank the Gods for such a lady she had to serve.

“We will, we will,” assured. Though once the door would be once again shut, her lips would move to his for once more and delight herself into their taste. Quick and deepened.

“You really have to get me far from Casterly soon,” purred on his lips, if he wanted no interruptions. Full… everything. Her eyes burned into him. Then she would have to get down, unhook her legs and bring them back on the floor. She had to part from him, after all, as much as she did not wish for it. The dress that was raised from the movements, exposing her legs, was once again proper. Arranged. As well as the hair, the messy dark hair.

Once she would seem proper, to an extent, even if her smile showed signs of the pleasure she had in such moments, she would give him a look to follow, once he composed himself, to the door. Meet the others. Get down with this tour then see Walderan. What truly interested them.


Kevan had to sigh at her words - to have some faith in himself, as if he would be able to surprise himself. In truth, he would not be against the idea of knowing the secrets of dances and he doubted that Desirae would present him anything that would seem boring. Ladies put a big price on men that knew too fight and perhaps he put too much effort into that, excluding other things but they would also want one that could entertain them at parties as well. Even if Tywin might seem against this, Kevan did not care just then. It shall be fun and he would entertain Desirae as well. Make her forget the situation, perhaps. Roger would want that, would trust him with his daughter. “I am not promising anything,” in case this would not go as planned… well, thoughts for another time.

His eyes shot to the letters though, once she mentioned them. “I will do so, after the tour,” promised, even if he doubted that Tywin would be pleased with the amount. Or with the situation at all. Or that he was the one to bring them instead of trying to get sense into her.

It would be amusing, indeed. But frustrating for his brother. His thoughts were easily interrupted once she heard Desirae’s comment and his eyebrows furrowed. Strength? He barely got to catch a glimpse though, as the door was once again shut. The comment from before and the looks were enough to make him guess the situation. “Oh Gods, Tygett,” no wonder the silence. Decent. How far from decent were they?

He had been preoccupied. And Kevan did not doubt he would continue to be so. Even with Tywin’s warnings but he must have found a way. If the lady was willing as well, what could he say? Nothing. He doubted that Tygett would have left this occasion escape him. He liked the woman. A Dornish woman would have seemed fit for him from the start, not one of the meek ladies they usually had around. She was something else, just as Desirae.

The door opened one more and Dyanna was first to enter, attire as if nothing happened. Only that her smile spoke otherwise. “I have heard something about the start of a tour,” left her words linger, as if it would have not been for that, she would not be there but back into the room with his blond knight.

Kevan would await for his brother as well, before speaking. “Yes, we may start it. I think in your escapade you have seen our quarters, the kitchens, baths, but we could pass by them once more if you wish so. The minstrel might be there. We will leave the weirwood the last, as you have seen it as well, and I hope Lady Dyanna would not mind to wait” for a short time. She had been somewhere else at that time, but she easily dismissed it with a shake of her head. “We will see to the Hall of Heroes and the Golden Gallery and our way back to the Sept as well,” sorted the plan in his mind. Dyanna would add nothing to it, Desirae’s tour after all. Kevan would await though, for the approval.


Joanna was amused by Eva’s tries to pronounce the word but she understood - the haircut of a courtesan. She had heard of such women, from the Free Cities and their… unique names they gave them themselves. “Hmm, she does sound interesting yes,” and they were considered above the usual beauty. Unique as their names. Something else. Beautiful even with short hair and she knew that it was more to a woman than her hair, jewellery, dresses but for her, but she took pride in the way she showed herself to the word. And it was gone. In the moment of a woman’s madness. “Your hair is so pretty though,” added. A pity if it would be cut. She did, though, continue to listen to her words of the courtesan.

“Yes, once,” when she had been younger. Her father had been a wanderer as well, even if he enjoyed the comfort of his home. Unfortunately, she did not share the same passion for wandering. “And yes, I am from Lannisport,” and her father usually had seen to the trades for her uncle. “It is, indeed… something else. Full of life. Perhaps one day we could go together and see the courtesans,” insisted more on the word, so she may catch the pronunciation of it. “The Moon Maiden and the dragon pirate lady,” Joanna had been to disinterested in them, at that age, she thought, if she did not pay attention to them.

Even if she wanted to leave herself be distracted by the young girl, she tried to listen to her brother as well. She could see the mouths moving from the corner of her eye but the sounds that got to her were too… low and she could hardly see sense into them.

But she did not like her brother pressing into the matter. Krysanthe would not be happy if she was constantly reminded of her mistake. She would never allow herself to find happiness at Reynard’s side. Joanna tried to see some sense into all of the mess. “What other places would you like to see? Your sister enjoys to travel, I suppose,” as well as the Reynes.


The older man’s scowl did not please Damon at all - as if he had any word into this. He would have no power over his sister, no matter the marriage or the mess of this. He was the one to approach of course. The male puffed at his words of schemes then. The cunning brother and his schemes, it was known. And now his sister had been caught into them. One thing led to another and these words made his blood boil with anger as he cast his look on his sister. “If you wanted this to be proper, you would have not dishonored her,” not matter future intentions. If that would have not happened, they would not need to go on with this mess. Krysanthe could have returned home.

Krysanthe felt a lump form in her throat at the memories came flooding back. “There’s no guilty side, Damon. I have… move towards it,” reacted to him, that night. Pushed towards it.

“You have been seduced,” as if he tried to get her clean out of this. “He had-” Would have wanted to continue more but Krysanthe’s look shot up to him once more. Tried to get some sense into him, accept what had happened. It broke her truly, the hastened arrangement, the words that would spread and she wished to live in the lie that she had not been part of this wholly, but she did.

“I have been there, Damon. You can not know what I felt or what I wanted,” and it was what she wanted then, in the labyrinth. “It had been a mistake… foolish, but what you want from me Damon? It had seemed different,” it felt different. Freedom. Choice. Want. Desire. And Damon should know that this had never occurred to her before.

His mouth had closed into a hard line as if he did not know what to believe anymore. She still defended him, the Reyne, with her words. That she had been guilty as well. That she had wanted it. “You are my sister, Krysanthe,” which meant he only cared for her. Her well-being. Not half-sister, they were fully tied by their blood. “But you may have ruined your future,” and she was guilty of that. “And I would not stand and watch you perish away because you have brought this on yourself.” He would not be part of that. There was no longer the defensive and arrogant tone in his voice but a caring one, a soft one. Scolding enough but gentle enough then. Still strong. “I will not let you be harmed in any way,” his look turned to Reynard then, words for Krysanthe. “And I will take you back by force if needed.” A warning in his tone.

He would not await for an answer from either of them though but the words brought a hint of tears and pain back into her gaze. Damon would move away then, leave them behind as he would return back to his place, arms still crossed as he tried to gather himself.

Krysanthe wasn’t the only one affected by this - they all were. And will continue to be so.

Tygett did not expect Dyanna to resume the kiss and he nearly stumbled back and fell with her in his arms. Fortunately, he didn’t make such a gaffe and was able to enjoy the quick pressure once more, as it left him longing – as did her words. The purr against his lips, the tremble. ‘Tomorrow.’ Somehow, he’d find a way, to go to Lannisport tomorrow with her, and make sure Tywin was okay with it.

It’d have to be a group.

Which meant he’d have to grab Kevan so he could sneak away from young Genna and Gerion…but Tywin would trust it if it was a group. Had to trust it. “I will,” he promised breathlessly as she removed herself from being entwined around him. He ran his own fingers back through his hair to try and make it less messy, before he ran his fingers over his attire to straighten it out. He really wasn’t too disheveled. He wanted to sit down and just breathe for a few moments, but appearance-wise…not too bad.

He let her leave the room first for Desirae’s, took a couple of breaths, and then he did make his way into Desirae’s room as well, though he couldn’t quite meet her gaze, or Kevan’s, after what she had witnessed. He felt wholly embarrassed and hoped Kevan wouldn’t rat on him over this matter. Really hoped for that.

~***~

Kevan needed no explanation, that was apparent by his reaction, and Desirae was glad she didn’t need to provide one. The tint to her cheeks began to fade, and when Dyanna entered, she gave her a mock-scowl for the actions, but it was clearly in play, for it twisted slightly to a smile, before she looked to Kevan as he outlined the tour details. The weirwood would be the last thing, since she had already seen it, and she didn’t mind that at all.

With her luck, that’s when Tywin would show up again, too, to end the tour by taking his brothers away, meaning she wouldn’t get to dance with Kevan at all. Pity. He needed to get more confidence in that area. Learn some creativity. It felt…dead here. Though, how could it feel like anything else, compared to Castamere?

“If there is a chance of seeing the minstrel, then I would like to refresh my memory as to where these places are,” Desirae encouraged, since it would be nice to come upon this minstrel and put her skills to the test, as well as learn more, if she was good enough to teach.

Tygett had crept in at some point while Kevan spoke, and Desirae did glance at him, noticed how he was avoiding all looks. She tried not to laugh at him, and stifled all but a smile. Dyanna was tormenting him. Pleasantly tormenting him. Desirae wasn’t sure if she should scold Dyanna or encourage it…probably the latter.

Just because she was innocent and followed the rules of the West, did not mean she had to encourage such rules in a Dornish woman. “Do you think she knows the Dornishman’s Wife?” She teased Dyanna, only to watch as Tygett’s face clearly went more red. She wanted to ask him if what they said was true of Dornish women – but refrained, for his sake, before looking to Kevan and offering, “I think we’re ready when you are.”

~***~

Eva smiled brightly under the compliment of Joanna, “Thank you – it is,” known. All Reynes had some pride, even innocent pride as Eva had. She knew her hair was beautiful, it was like her father’s, and everyone said her father’s was beautiful. But her father had long hair, and her sister had long hair. It seemed so normal. So boring. Joanna was now unique, pretty – interesting. Different. She stood out, and Eva quite liked it.

Joanna had traveled, but not much, it seemed, and Eva looked sad for it, “Yes, yes we must!” Eva said, “We’ll bring Desi, and Reynard, and they’ll show us everything! They know it,” of course they did, they were the ones who loved to travel the most. Eva didn’t understand why they were able to, that Reynard was allowed because he was the 2nd brother, and so the responsibilities of staying did not fall to him. Desirae, for a similar reason – she was not heir, so she could explore more.

Roland traveled some, but not nearly as much, nor would he be allowed to. He had to learn to rule and hold the reigns. Eva would be, one day. “They can introduce us to all the court-sans.” Not quite, but better, and she frowned, repeating the way Joanna said it in her head. “Courtesans.”

Of places, she gave a sigh, as if she were years older and would never see all she wanted to, and not merely five. “There’s so many I want to see! I want to see the Wall,” she said, “but Reynard says I can’t because I’m a woman, but Des says I will, because she will, and she’ll sneak me in. She said it’d be easier with short hair, too. I could be a man. Evan!” Giggled, at the disguise already planned. “And I want to see the Summer Isles, cinnamon comes from there, and I love cinnamon. And Volantis – Des thinks there might be dragon eggs there – oh, oh, and Asshai! That’s where dragons might still be! Or, or, Des thinks so, Asshai or beyond Asshai, where they worship a fire god!”

In spite of her youth, she knew much. Stories, passed on from siblings, that she ate up, and the thousands of questions she had asked, “And maybe the Iron Isles, but don’t tell my mom. Mom doesn’t like the Iron Isles or the Greyjoys, at all. She says they’re not lords, but pirates,” like the ‘pirate’ Desirae spoke of. Eva shook her head. “I don’t know why. Reynard said it had something to do with mom’s home, and lots of wars, but there isn’t a war happening now, so didn’t they find peace?”


Damon was a hostile asshole, and Reynard knew he shouldn’t think that. In his situation…he tried to pretend he could understand. Tried to imagine what would happen if Desirae were seduced in such a way, the closest thing he had to a sister who could be in this situation. ‘Only…she wouldn’t be.’ He had seen her laugh off plenty of advances, or tease right back and then leave them as if it were nothing.

Just a game. ‘Well, still. Pretend.’ Because one day she would falter, and want to marry someone, and if that someone took her innocence before…, ‘Nope.’ He wouldn’t be angry. Damn it. Couldn’t empathize too well here, could he?

He was grateful for Krysanthe defending him before her angry brother, though. It reassured him, that it had been her choice. That she had wanted him. That she would, one day again, want him. They could get through this hastily arranged thing, and come to love each other. He hoped so – he wanted it.

As Damon turned his words on Reynard, speaking harshly of taking her back, he said, “I want to make her happy, Damon Lannister.” Even if he turned away to put distance between them. He watched him depart, before he let his gaze return to Krysanthe, her eyes watered. He managed a weak smile, “I mean it, Krysanthe.” This wasn’t how they wanted it, but that didn’t change fact he did still want her. “This won’t be a mistake…even if it is hasty now. I’m sorry for my family and all of this…but I still want to get to know you, and make you happy, so before all of that…would you mind spending time with me? To get to know each other, properly, as if we had the time to court?”

They could just pretend it was courting. Ignore the impending date of their marriage for a bit, and figure each other out, and the expectations of each other.

Asteria

Kevan nodded then as Desirae expressed her desire to see those first, if there would be any chance of seeing the minstrel. And he hopped it would be so, she was usually searching for company in those from the kitchens or the servants that wandered around their quarters. Tywin did not necessarily like her... but did not fully dislike her either. Their father had hopped that his charm would work on the woman and the dallancy was accepted at the start until she grew bother. Thought that the woman would be on the younger women tastes. Especially the Dayne - both exotic women on foreign land. Far from home. "Then we will start with those," first stop, as she agreed.

His own eyes shot up to his brother as he entered, looking like a treacherous cub that had done something without approval. He did after all, after Tywin's thoughts but Kevan had little care for it just then.

The Dornish woman's gaze lazily moved to Desirae as she had heard the teasing question. The Dornishman's Wife, yes. Death for a taste of the Dornish woman seemed a fair trade from it. Only that she doubted she would ever marry to end up in such a situation. "What minstrel wouldn't know it?" It was easily recognised, easily known and easily sung. "She would be a bad one, if she doesn't. Or she doesn't like Dornis women for whom you would die," a light chuckle. Jealousy made people easily forget some things. Most.

Kevan did not try to groan as he noticed the redness of his brother, refrained. "Well then, we shall start," much time already passed. He would move to open the door then and leave the two women exit before he would follow along his brother. Though, once the door would be closed, he would move to join Desirae's side and leave her close to Dyanna as well - advantage for Tygett to approach the Dornish woman. Remain at her side.

The hallways were silent, no guards once the guest quarters were left. Only some servants were wandering and Kevan presumed they were called by the girls. Most forever unpleased. Moving forward, they own quarters could be noticed once they exited the small hallway. To the right. "Our quarters are close to the guests'." In case of any incidents, they would fastly get to them. And also hear of any... escaping. Just as Tywin did.

"Oh, we know," Dyanna's smile was playful then. She would know them too well after last night's escapade. Innocent, of course. Here. Kevan's look moved to Tygett but it would be easily moved as he took the hallway towards the kitchens and baths instead.

"Most of our servants are near in case of any needed assistance," baths or food, Kevan added. Requests could be easily made towards them. "You can also announce the guards if anyone is needed and they would come to you." More easily for them. Less movement.

His eyes would move on the silhouette that exited the kitchens though and his mouth would be closed. The redness of the attire, the dark tan, straight chestnut hair but the feature that attracted most were the golden eyes, contoured by black lines on the lids, above and under. Kevan still barely understood why but the woman enjoyed them and he would not question preferences. Women always had... interesting joys. Gold and copper jewellery were decorating her neck and wrists, along a golden ring that pierced the right nostril of her nose. She wasn't old, but nor as young as she had been. Though, she was aging just as wine. "Lady Erlila," he called after her then and seemingly the woman, sighed. She couldn't escape this, could she?

"A woman could not enjoy her grapes in peace," more scolding than irritated as another one was brought into her mouth. "And I repeated over a thousand times. Not a lady," though Kevan never knew how to address her in a proper manner without using that title. "Your brother decided to send me back?" Asked in a bored manner - she was expecting it. Sooner or later.

"No. And you know he wouldn't," though, none seemed to be secure of that most of the time. He needed one wrong move
and he would indeed send her back home. "I have wanted to present you someone," he would motion the women at his side then. "Lady Desirae Reyne and Lady Dyanna Dayne. Our guests that arrived yesterday." And Erlila's eyes looked at them, from head to toe, eyebrow raised as she had heard the names. A Reyne and a Dayne... this shall be intetesting.

"You mean prisoners," but Kevan's look seemingly made her reconsider the picked tone and word. "Or how you nicely try to put it... hostages. Unwilling guests." A playful smile on her lips. "Do not believe the men that try to mask bad terms in order to make them more appealing," warned them, just as playfully as her smile. And Dyanna in an instant, from her appearances till tones and playfulness decided she would enjoy this woman. Her presence.

Kevan's sighed. That's why he had wished that they would've not met just yet. "Lady Desirae had been interested in your skills when it comes to music, as you are minstrel, I thought you might assist." She complained numerous time she was lonely and with no companions at her side. It was a chance then, for her, to enjoy herself and also helps others. Assist them.

"We could enjoy such an interesting presence around us," Dyanna insisted as well.

Erlila's expression still seemed unimpressed. "Of course she is interesting and music if Roger is her father," he knew of him. Too well. "He is something else." Except Tytos who barely knew how the world truly worked. "Well then, how may I assist Roger's daughter? I will see if I will offer my services or not... but your father brought you a plus." Easily decided so.

Kevan still looked displeased with how the matter was approached but this was Erlila. No change could happen to her and so, he would wait to see if she was desired as a companion.


The excitement and the energy of Eva was able to remove the pain from Joanna's features. Red eyes were still present, the redness of the cheeks that were once stained by tears present as well. The soreness of her throat. But listening to Eva looking forward to the future as a five year old should be made her feel that she should look forward to her own with the same excitement. Think positively.

She will return to Tywin and he would soothe her suffering. He cared for her, she knew. Truly did. And she cared for him as well and thinking that she may provoke him pain was insufferable.

She will have to see to her sister's well-being. That she was well treated and respected. Adored. That's what her older sister shall receive after this. Happiness. But as Damon returned to his spot, ignoring the calling of Reynard, she knew they were all far from peace and happiness.

Eva spoke of the Iron Isles then, and even for a five year old, her question was pertinent. Only that in Westeros, such thoughts would seem foolish. "There may not be war now... but there is always the memory of it. There's just," how to explain to a five year old? "A silent tension. As the explosion of a volcano," hopefully she knew what they were. They were not common here but some islands held them. "It explodes and you may think it is over but so much ash remained behind to be cleaned." The war may be over but the volcano could explode any time, as well. That's why she was worrying. For Tywin and his small temper.

"But you have interesting places to visit indeed. The Wall may be too cold for me," and too... uncommon. Did not consider she would ever disguise herself as a man. Summer Isles had quite the reputation as well, one she did not want to be tied to. The Temple of Love, the acceptance of so many, only the thoughts could make her nervously clear her throat or blush. "Volantis and Asshai do interest me," heard much. She did not think of the dragons but of the sceneries, the culture.

"I know of the fire God, R'hllor," again tried to accentuate the pronunciation for her. "Or the Lord of the Light," her father had been fascinated about religions, even as a warrior. "There was a prophecy regarding it, I believe. Azor Ahai, the Prince that had been promised. There's a minstrel at Casterly that some consider a Red Priestess, follower of the fire God," mostly because her love for reddish colors and not a drop of interest for their Gods. "Do you know the legend of Azor Ahai?"

She did, but hearing it being said by the young girl with such excitement would be more delightful than hearing herself. Though, if she did not know, Joanna would be more than happy to share her knowledge.


He wanted to make her happy. Damon had been, in a way, right. She should snap out of this spell, such thoughts and promises, but she could not. Because she wanted them to be real and because... she wanted to have faith in the outcome of this. Because that was all she could do at this point. Have faith. Try to convince herself that may take turn in the desired direction and that she may learn to trust him completely. Care for him and see to this marriage as a wife.

But these thoughts seemed far away at this point. There was a light homelessness into her, one she could not control. As a beast eating her on the inside. She had fell into this because he gave her a sense of freedom and choice. She had been an owl - his little owl. Even with the masks off, she had been that. Prey in control, not just prey. She had chose her place. Willingly.

At his questions though, how could she refuse? He wanted to know her. Court her as if his mind did not change at all and the hastening did not exist. Damon did not look at her for an answer but Joanna's eyes, even if she spoke with the little girl, pushed her forward.

She was still confused. "I would not... mind," spending time with him was imminent. "And perhaps we may get to know each other," friendship, at least. Handle the fate that was brought over them, one way or another. Learn to live with it.

Thought she did not know how. "May you... sit with me?" There was distance, the distance made everything colder. She would slightly move from the end of the bed, offer him space. "Please." And perhaps the conversation would be less audible. For Damon, at least. "I want to believe into a good outcome of this but," she did not. "I don't know how." The shame. The way it had been announced.

Not yet believing. One day, perhaps.

The tour began, with the things that they were already familiar with. Kevan was at Desirae’s side, and she did not mind it at all. It gave Tygett an easy way to be besides Dyanna, since they could not all comfortably walk alongside each other as a group of four. Tygett was able to be besides Dyanna with no fuss, and Desirae did wonder if Kevan did it on purpose. If he encouraged it, just a little.

Perhaps there was some actual defiance to Kevan.

The necessary things were all shown first. The way to find the Lannisters, the baths – the things necessary to know, unlike the things Desirae truly wanted to know. Still, it was good to have a refresher in the daylight. At the mention of quarters, Dyanna couldn’t help but comment, and once again, Tygett seemed to shuffle awkwardly under Kevan’s look. ‘What do you find so appealing in that one?’ Desirae would have to ask her later.

She just…didn’t understand the appeal, at all.

Yes, he was pretty…strong…but what else?

As they were moving by the kitchens, that was when the woman of interest came into sight, and Desirae did let her eyes go over her, sizing her up on sight, the way the other woman seemed to do. Her eyes were captivating, golden and outlined beautifully with the black. Red was worn, red and gold – Desirae thought only of Lannisters, not of R’hllor or his followers, and wondered if the woman had simply chosen to adapt to her surroundings and bear the colors of the house she worked in.

Tygett also glanced at her, used to the sight of her, and always curious why Tywin hadn’t, indeed, sent her away with. It seemed like he wanted to, but had no cause for it. He didn’t mind her, nor did many. She played beautiful music, when she was called for it. That was the service she offered, but Tywin didn’t care about such things. ‘It’s only because of the Reynes….’ He couldn’t seem to have less.

He didn’t show off like them, but he had to seem to be just as affluent as them. And of course, the Reynes had minstrels. They were minstrels, themselves – or at least, Roger and Desirae were.

And Desirae smiled as she called them ‘prisoners’. Astute. Blunt. Like Dyanna, she liked her rather quickly – as she had liked Shadow rather quickly. Some interesting people were allowed here, it seemed. She felt just the hint of amusement and annoyance as the woman asked how she could be of service – and if she would actually be of service. “Service…well, you’re a fan of bluntness so I suppose I should not soften it for you,” Desirae spoke to her then, “If you wished to assist me, I would seek to enjoy your services of music and dance, as well as your company to fend off loneliness and boredom here, something I have been led to believe you’re familiar with, and an honest tongue among the tactful ones. I can offer the same in turn – company, music, dance, honesty, and as we get to know each other, perhaps we would find other services to exchange with each other.”

Then, added, “And I won’t call you ‘Lady’ unless you insist. Perhaps Empress is better?” A playful tone, but what were titles? Nothing, without acts to back it up. If she wanted to be Empress Erlila, she would be Empress Erlila. “Whatever you prefer, of course,” sweet smile, but with that touch of mischief.

Tygett found himself biting the inside of his cheek. Empress Erlila? Oh gods, if Tywin heard of her being called that…he couldn’t even imagine. It was so casually offered, too, “I don’t think she’s an empress,” he told Desirae. “I don’t think there are any empresses anywhere, any more.” Wasn’t sure there were any emperors, either.

“Leng,” Desirae told him immediately, “God-Empresses, actually, as the current Empress Khloe.” Never met her in person, but she had seen her Lengii consort.

“Leng?” Tygett glanced to both Kevan and Dyanna. He didn’t know Leng. What the heck was Leng? Was it important? Should he know Leng? Or was it some sort of mythical place?

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Always the memory of war. Eva could agree with that, and she leaned forward as Joanna tried to explain it better. Ashes remained. Much had to be cleaned, and so long as there were things to be cleaned up, a person would remember why it had to be cleaned up. That could lead to dislike, she supposed. Until it was all cleaned up – or it exploded again? A volcano just waiting to explode. “Mm….” Tried to understand, truly did, but peace meant peace.

Roger said so. Said that was why Desirae had to leave, so they would have peace, no more issues with the Lannisters. But he still didn’t like them, did he? No…because Desirae was gone. And with her gone, things didn’t feel the same here. That…tension. “Okay,” she gave a nod, understanding it a bit better.

She listened then, and watched Joanna’s lips in particular as she said the name, R’hllor, and the other Azor Ahai. Desirae called him the Last Hero. Reynard called him the Prince That Was Promised, as Joanna did. She had heard them arguing over who or what he was before, so her idea of the prophecy was a bit…skewed.

“Um.”

Frowned. Prophecy meant something in the future, right? “I know what he did. I think. Azure Ahai fought the darkness, as the last hero. He had a blade, a really pretty blade, called Lightbringer. His wife helped him to make it, after he failed two times before,” had no idea how his wife helped him make it, “She has a fun name! Nissa Nissa!” She could say that. She liked saying that. “First he tried the normal way, but that didn’t work. Then he tried to have a lion help,” again, clear confusion.

How could a lion help? “I think maybe that meant a Reyne or a Lannister,” because of course it did, “but they couldn’t help him, and it broke again, so he had to go to his wife, and she helped him make the blade,” nodded, affirming it. It was the wife. It was always the wife who helped her husband, in the end. Sybil told her that. Women were always the power behind the throne.

“With that blade, he went to fight the darkness, and ended the Long Night,” this was where the stories mixed for her, what Azor Ahai actually destroyed. The darkness, yes, but what was the darkness? Desirae wanted to tie it to the stories of the Last Hero, because what else could the darkness be? “Well, Reynard doesn’t think so, but Desirae does. She thinks he’s the Last Hero, but Reynard doesn’t – and Reynard says that he will come back one day, and defeat the darkness for good, which Des says just means Winter will stop completely, ‘cause the Night’s King will be killed with the fiery blade. She thinks the Night’s King is a Bolton,” shivered, “They were called Red Kings, I think – Flayed Men. Our Swords Are Sharp.” Always, having to recall such things, “Dad likes them.” Red Kings. Red Lions. Not to mention, second only to the Starks.

She again rocked forward, “Is he supposed to defeat the Night’s King? Or is he supposed to do something else when he returns?” Looked to Joanna as if she could be the expert on this matter, where Reynard and Desirae disagreed. “And is the Night’s King a Bolton?” Had to know – heard such weird things about the Boltons.


Reynard felt that he was waiting on edge for an answer, hoping that Krysanthe would want to get to know him. They weren’t exactly getting out of this marriage, after all. He had wanted her before, and she had wanted him – they couldn’t forget that. This arrangement was not his wish, nor was it her wish. They were both victims in this matter, both shamed by it, because Roger wouldn’t have an ‘honorable’ woman shamed in such a way.

Roger might know of, and might love, the ways of other places – Dorne, Essos – but while they were in Westeros, they had to play by those rules. If they wanted power here, they had to still seem like they were ‘natives’. They had to respect the rules, and show off only the ‘safe’ parts of other cultures. Elaborate balls were fine, fucking maiden nobles was not.

So, when she finally spoke positively, the smile that came over his face was both soft and exuberant – relieved. He took the seat that she offered to him, “I’m not clear on this myself, either. Never really been forced into a marriage before,” he tried to joke and make light of it, “So we have that much in common.”

Common ground again, and hopefully, to remind her that he was in a similar position to her. She wasn’t suffering alone, nor was her family. His, too. Himself. “So, ah…I guess you’ve met my family now, and I’ve met some of yours,” some, at least, on either side. “Eva’s great. Best family member – she was dressed as a cat last night,” smiled then, hoping to turn it to light things, “Can’t have a cat here. Do you have any pets back in Lannisport?”

If she had pets, or wanted pets, he’d have to find a way to get Sybil to agree. She didn’t want it with her children, of course, because the pets would be around her children, and get her sick. Perhaps, if it wasn’t her child, or in a place she interacted heavily in, it could work…he hoped.

There was no sight of displeasure between the women - Desirae seemed to like their minstrel, Erlila, just as Dyanna and the older woman seemed keen enough on the young faces she had in front of her. Relief took over Kevan's features. He had wanted this to go alright, for Desirea, for her to find a companion far from home. And this may as well raise him even more in her good graces. He had thought that Erlila's bluntness might push them away - it had happened. More than once. That's why Tywin kept a close look on her during social gatherings, she easily offended, even without wanting to. She had a sharp tongue and unfortunately, it may never be stopped. Perhaps only if muted. But then she would be to no use to them and Tywin did not become so mad with anger... and Kevan hopped he will never become so.

Enjoy her services when it came to music, dance and company. Even blunt honesty and Erlila's smile was more than evident, a hint of slyness to it. Just as blunt and straightforward, no need for pretty ways to decorate her words. As she mentioned the titles she could have along her name, Erlila's chuckle was heard. Empress. That shall be interesting. "I like you," quick to say and no need to hide it.

But the reactions of the two brothers were enough to give away that no such title would be accepted here. Not by Tywin. Ever. Tygett was the one to speak first, indirectly deny the title, having as an argument that there was no more empresses, or so he thought. Desirae was quick though, to deny such words.

Empresses still lived. Still existed. "You should leave your swords," there were two. The metal one and well, the flesh one, "from time to time and interest yourself in geography... more than the one of Westeros. Leng is an island in the Jade Sea. Ruled by god-empresses," which meant that they still existed. That his argument was irrelevant. Dyanna was amused by her way of making her point. "Empress Khloe is an interesting sight. I've met her, once. Far more capable than most of any rulers." Women were better at finances. Wives took care of their husbands and their power but this was hardly known. "And good tastes when it comes to men." Both of her consorts have been pleasing sights as well.

"The Lengii one or the YiTish one, though?" Dyanna could not help but wonder. Women's tastes in men said just as much about them as any other information received. Kevan seemed to clear his throat though, not necessarily interested in the discussion. Much was to be seen, yet.

"YiTish," easily responded. Dressed far better and had a fairer look, despite his age, older than the Lengii. The blond's displeasure was noticed though. "Well, I wouldn't mind Empress Elrira, mayhaps I will use it for my minstrel name, replace my actual one. The Pheonix," she had liked it far too much. "But you may call me Elrira, I usually offer this name for those I am in service to." And so she indirectly accepted her offer. She may enjoy this experience.

This went far so well. "We may return to our tour, I suppose," Kevan's voice was heard. Truly wanted to be done with it and creat some distance.

"Tour? This just became interesting. May I join?" She had been offered a tour as well, by Tytos, but not necessarily to show off his keep but for him to actually try to charm her enough. Didn't succeed and she had returned to her room afterwards, not to his. The poor Laughing Lion. She did not even get the chance to fully learn about the Casterly Rock as Tytos eyes had been on her and the exposed flesh instead of the quarters they were entering.

Dyanna's smile could only grow. "It shall be far more interesting with you. We could see what ashes you raised from," learn more about her. Also offer Desirae an opportunity to test her, at least for the start.

"I-" Kevan had wanted to deny, didn't want to handle Erlila's comments through the tour, at every word but the woman was barely bothered by him wishing to speak.

So she choose to raise her voice over his, cover him and any refusal. "I didn't ask you, I asked the one I am in service to. And the one the tour is for." Raised eyebrow as she quickly returned but her gaze moved from him to Desirae. It was the truth after all, Kevan wouldn't speak against her wishes. If Erlila's presence was desired, he would accept it after all. Agree to it and see that the tour would be moved forward.


Eva seemed to understand... slightly what Joanna tried to express. Stafford was, as well, full of questions and because him did Joanna and Krysanthe knew too many prophecies and legends about great heroes. And the young Reyne seemed to know much as well. Of how his sword was forged but Joanna had known that his wife's soul was forged with the metal and that was how the sword was created. Sacrifice for greatness. Power from his wife's love. Joanna was just as confused and seemingly the young girl was as well because everything she had heard around her. The opinion of her uncle and sister brought together, contributing to the confusion.

When it came to the Night King, she had heard certain things. The Boltons. Joanna wasn't as knowing when it came to those of the North, though she had known that there was a certain... horror background to the Boltons. Their sigil, the flayed man. Even so, with everything being said by Eva, the story seemed too innocent in her tone.

It was her turn to add a continuation and she had to sort what she knew of the prophecy. "They say that after a Long Summer there will be a dark time that will descend upon the world," most spoke of the Long Winter, once again, reborn. "Dark, evil and cold. That the one that will hold Lightbringer will be Azor Ahai and that he will face the Others," and if he failed, the world will fail with him. It seemed too dark though and Joanna already thought she had said enough of the dark time - perhaps too much for a five year old. "But the Long Summer is far from over." She assured, as well. "And there wil always be great heroes to protect us from the evil, in the end. The good will win," so the stories said.

Reality was different unfortunately, but there was no need to place this burden upon a child's mind. Still innocent and still protected from the cruelty of the world.

"As far as the Night's King subject goes... I do not know much, nor about the Others." That aspect was still under a question mark of her and she hoped she did not disappoint.

"I do not think he was a Bolton," Damon spoke then, trying to keep his mind preoccupied, away from the image of the two not too far away from them. Still boiling. "He had been one of the First Men, I think. Some think that the Forest Children created them," as a way of protection, he supposed. "Or that he had been an old Lord Commander of the Night's Watch," it made more sense than him being a Bolton. "I do not see any sense in him being connected to the Boltons."


Reynard's features seemed to lighten at her words and that calmed her, in a way still unknown to her. There was no need for ill will. They wanted to marry, in the end, and if she had been dishonoured, that would have been her fate no matter the outcome of the courting. She did not want to blame him but he was linked to the incident in her mind. If she thought of her shame and the one brought over her family, she thought of him as well. A connection she could not erase easily.

Though, at his tries of trying to lighten the mood, she could not help but appreciate it. Truly. And she was thankful for it as a soft smile came over her lips, letting him sit. "I do not think you expected to be," she may have been, perhaps, once her family would've grown tired of the refused men but she had a feeling he had been given more freedoms. More choices.

He had moved on the family topic and indeed, she seemed to meet those close. Roger, his brother. Eva, his niece. She may meet his sister-in-law as well, soon. Ellyn... did not want to think of it. "She is," easily agreed as she saw her and Joanna from the corner of her eye. Damon joining.

"My brother is not as... impolite as he seems. He is just protective." She was thankful for it, to a point. "I am sorry for his reactions," founded or not, he shall trust her. She had failed them, she knew but it was no need for... everything. Stafford is far more agreeable," younger, at least. More malleable.

At his question though, she shook her head. She still found it hard to speak, to an extent but as long as no word of marriage would come, she found it easier to interact with him. From a distance. "At this moment, no. I have had some, when I was younger. Birds, especially, small and big," tried to stop her tone from being so forced and the anxious movement of her fingers as well. She had, after all, shared that she had a Bird of Paradise, in the labyrinth. Another thing, poisoned by him. "Cats and dogs we have had around the keep. Bunnies, as well," adorable creatures. "But I did not have a pet I could call mine truly," or have had pets for long. The birds were freed. Dogs and cats left, after all. "And I find it still... weird, to take them from their own families," even if they were individuals, as a child she still felt the guilt. "Perhaps, one day." Doubted, if she would live here.

"Nor did you, I suppose," tried to interact. "Once Lady Sybelle has arrived," Eva complained of being unable to have pets. Perhaps before, he did have. And perhaps the Reynes were offered more exotic pets. Birds.

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