To Good Health
Eighteenth Day of the Fifth Month 294 AC
"To justice!" Oberyn's voice is loud with laughter and with good humor, his cup filled with more than common wine, though you would probably need an hour and an arcane laboratory to be sure quite
what he is drinking. There is in the Deep quite a thriving industry for all manner of concoctions to fit every stomach and every temperament, and the Count of Golden Fields seems to have sampled all of them, much to his sister's faint disapproval, though for once the Prince of Dorne cannot quite bring himself to object.
Indeed, were one to look upon the smile on the face of Doran Martell, it would easy be to see his kinship to the Red Viper, for full too was his glass and bright and loud the toasts he offered also. "To the final journey of Tywin Hill, long may he lie in the Pit of Fire and slow may he cook in the flames!" He chuckled. "I would not have thought the Lord High Justice one to make jests, but that one I shall recall long and long recount."
"Bah... a pity he shall have so little company in it," Oberyn said, laying down his cup for a moment, mirth fading a little. "He leaves behind, what? A brother, a sister, a son, and more nieces and nephews, cousins and kin than you could fit in half of Lannisport."
"Greyport, if you please, and by the will of its new lord," you answer with a smile. "That alone would have been enough to carry Tywin off with bile and wrath. If you want me to read the staves of his heart, such as he could be said to have one, I would say he cared little for his blood and much for his name. Dany spoke a little to Joy Hill before we set her on the ship to Pyke and she said she did not know the Old Lord, nor he her. Now some of that is likely fear and the caution that Westeros breeds in bastards, but a good bit of it was true, I wager. He did not care for the girl, his brother's daughter though she may have been, for to him she was nothing but a stain on the name of Lannister. A mistake born on the wrong side of the sheets, he would have counted her. That so many of his kindred lived through the fall of the Rock and were content to take the name of Hill themselves would not be comfort to his soul, but more poison in the wound."
"Are we really going to be sitting here and debating just what was in the mind of that son of a bitch when the noose tightened?" Elia asked exasperated, her crimson dress ruffling like waves upon the sea. "I swear, Oberyn, if you darken the day with much more of that, I shall find the first handsome knight I see and drag him off to bed."
"Is that a threat to leave none of the handsome knights for me, sister?" he asked, leaning back into his seat with a smirk and earning himself a sisterly whack on the arm and a roll of the eyes from Doran. He turns to you with a thoughtful frown, or at least as much of a one as he can manage this late in the evening. "What will you be doing with Cersei's boy, the eldest I mean? Some will still think him of royal stock, or pretend they do if it suits their ambitions."
"Fostered with Bronze Yohn in the Vale, no doubt to be a fine knight... among many others," you reply. "He is likely to lose any notion that the crown is owed to him in a few years at the latest for he is still young..."
"Not much younger than you were when you came to Braavos, and you did not forget," Dany points out softly. "I did not forget, and
I was a babe in arms."
"I did not forget because of Ser Darry and you, because of the both of us. To tell the truth, if I had been raised to think of myself as Braavosi and to look to the affairs of the city, I would have been well content. There is no..." You laugh. "I was about to say there is no magic in the blood, but that is not quite true, is it? Better to say that the magic does not necessarily have to lead to a throne. For myself, I wish them a happy life and forgetfulness of a legacy that would bring as much grief to them as to the realm."
"Here here! Drink to that! May the lion's brood forget that they are lions and live long and well to spite the son of a bitch!" calls Oberyn. And that is how the Red Viper ends up toasting to the health of many a once-Lannister, and so the evening goes long into the night and onto the next morn. You are still not sure where Dany had found intoxicants that would actually work through the power of the crown, but she promised to write up a report for the Inquisition on the morrow.
What next?
[] Continue to the business of the Curia
[] Speak to Ser Tygett, cleared of all charges and a man of some administrative skill you might perhaps use him
[] Write in
OOC: Well here we are, I thought about doing this as an interlude but it has been too long since we have seen Viserys at ease I think.
