Of Two Minds
Thirtieth Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC
Tygett Lannister knew that the fight was hopeless the moment he heard the
Voice. The weight of it had woken him from a sound sleep like the roar of a great fire, like the footsteps of doom reaching closer with each syllable. Yet it mattered not at all. He rose smoothly from his bed and reached out for the sending talisman that would alert the Captain Bryl and the Red Cloaks before methodically donning armor and weapons, untroubled by the darkness lit only by distant star.
Then there is Wisdom Taerius...
He pondered for a moment if he should allow the alchemist to make the call on when to set off the mines as he had asked to. The man seemed all too willing to kindle flames literal as well as metaphorical as long as the Dragon came to harm from it. "Might as well, it's not like he can make things worse." There was an edge of defeat to the softly spoken words that did not match the confident stride with which he left his chamber and walked out to meet his fate.
As went the lord so did the House.
He watched in the scrying mirror as the sky ships showed themselves above the Great Sept. Even beneath the glaze of enchantment the the diviner's eyes widened in terror at the sight.
Poor boy, he was too young for his posting, but that was all that could be spared away from the Rock.
He listened as the High Septon, spineless bastard that he had always known he would be, made Aegon's Bargain again, except this time it would be less a bargain and more a foreign conqueror buying the Faith like a cheap whore in Fleabottom to use or discard as he chose. "So the bastard wants us all to believe he cares about Joffrey, after keeping him from his family for days..."
Though the old knight's eyes did not move nor his expression change his voice was heavy with venom. If either the enchanted diviner or the two Red Cloaks standing by the door noticed they did not comment upon it.
Though Tygett could not see or hear the young Dragon, he could still deduce the thrust of his words from the High Septon's response, some assurance that the 'bastard' would not be harmed.
Was Joffrey a bastard? he wondered distantly. He looked every inch the Lannister, and neither hide nor hair like Robert. In the end it did not matter, he had been commanded by his elder brother and head of House to treat the boy as king, and so a king he would be as long as he had breath in his body.
As went the lord so did the House.
"Get your men ready, captain. It is about to start," he said firmly. "I will personally lead the defense of the throne." Tygett looked at the young mage with something approaching pity. "Keep an eye on the attack. You will be needed at the Rock to give counsel about their methods."
It had in truth already started, though the first officer to lay eyes on the attackers had perished before he could send the arcane message.
As he swept from the room in the wake of his guards the old knight ran his tongue over the new golden tooth, still tender. He would never have a chance to get used to it at his rate. Bite down while willing to it break and it would be over. They said the poison was sweet on the tongue, though you barely had a chance to taste it. Better that than capture of course, the thought of surrender never even crossed his mind.
It was quiet in the scrying chamber as the Lannister lord left. He could almost pretend the weeping of the young mage was nothing but the creak of unoiled hinges... Almost.
As went the lord so did the House.
OOC: Since I know this will likely be the first conclusion, I can confirm that this is not bog standard enchantment, which he sees and recognizes in the mage.