Armor of Flesh and Spirit
Fifth Day of the Third Month
You consider your sister's words, and you consider also the fire in Oberyn's eye, the rage in the Hound's burned features before he pledged to you. It probably would be more just to hang Gregor Clegane to all the unknown victims that litter his path through life, but you can spare the thimbleful of fairness for the sake of seeing the bastard die in the one place in which he counted himself supreme, battle. Tywin kept him as a monster leashed to his word. You would see that monster, that myth, broken and perhaps in the doing the man who even now sleeps in the embrace of the Flesh Forge can finally find some peace.
"I'm not leaving to spill blood yet, but rest assured the Mountain will not live to try to protect his master next month," you assure Oberyn.
He laughs mirthlessly. "As though the Mountain would have the balls to fight what you are throwing at the Lannisters. Oh, he'll fight dead knights and giants, sorcerers and dragons, if only for being thick-witted enough to think he can kill anything that bleeds, but show him the Moonchaser and he'll shit his pants and run so fast he'll be leaving a brown streak to track him by." Seeing you look in askance, he adds, "Been talking to the Hound once I got him to take the drinks I bought. Trying to figure which death would
hurt the most."
You chuckle approvingly, adding in jest, "You know I'm not entirely sure 'viper' suits you. According to Vee, snakes don't hold grudges."
"What about dragons?" he asks, almost challenges.
"Dragons hold grudges that can outlast civilizations," you answer seriously. "Thankfully, the Mountain will
not require that sort of dedication."Speaking of battle I have a gift for you. You don't lack for weapons, of course," you nod towards the spear he head left by the door, somewhat in defiance of court protocol, but if that is the worst breach of protocol Oberyn ever causes, you will count yourself lucky.
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"Ha, light as silk," Oberyn tumbles lightly across the stone floor in his new armor, drawing a giggle from Rhaenys and a tolerant smile from Elia. Not that that would not be a hard thing to defend against if he sprang up spear flashing, but now is not the time to consider how much Oberyn has improved as a warrior.
"It mostly
is silk, spider silk to be specific, that and Weirwood 'resin' for the plates there," you note.
"So you didn't choose the colors? Was wondering why it's white and red," Oberyn interjected.
"One of the main benefits is that you can wear it under clothes without giving yourself way. I hardly need my
inquisitors to dress for their allegiance," you note.
"But inquisitors work for you don't they?" Rhaenys asks, sounding out the unfamiliar word carefully, frowning in concentration. "Why would they need t'
hide what they're doing?"
"Well sometimes they would be working in places beyond the realm," you explain, simplifying the concept. "I would not always want the locals to know I have eyes and ears there, and sometimes they would be working inside the realm to catch people who are doing bad things in secret. If they saw someone in royal colors they might run away before we could catch them, or maybe never show at all."
"Is that what you are going to do tomorrow then, go off to listen to stuff other people want to keep secret and find bad people?" the girl asks. After a moment's thought, she adds, "Does Dorne count as inside or outside the realm. Uncle Doran swore to you, but that was secret?"
Oberyn tries to distract her with jests and tumbles, but Rhaenys is having none of it. She wants to know about realms and rulers, preferably everything at once. Well, you can hardly argue the effort isn't commendable form a princess, even one so young.
Still, in pondering her question you ask yourself in turn where should 'Buttercup' journey to and whom should you take as companions on the trip across the Narrow Sea.
Where do you go and whom do you take with you?
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OOC: I decided do do the Shadow recovery later when we come back to fey things and just take the moment for a bit of a breather with family.Also Rhaenys 'work for' rather than the more formal Westerosi 'serve' is intentional. She is young enough that she picked up the local Low Valyrian fast and is now kind of mixing in words from it into her Common. No yet edited.